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#btw will deserves a nose piercing i need that for him
deathon1leg · 2 years
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they would faint on sight
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qoeww · 2 years
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hi hi ! its me again hehe , i was wondering if u could do a prompt , “wait a minute .. are you jealous ?” i saw this prompt on Pinterest ! i was wondering if u could do donnie x fem!reader or gn i dont rlly mind — with donnie getting jealous of his brothers bc reader is getting somewhat close 2 them ?? hopefully it makes sense — thank u thank u !!
WAIT A MINUTE... ARE YOU JEALOUS?
Warning: Nothing
Character: Donnie
Author Note: I'm sorry I waited you so much honeypie, I just lost my drafts for two time 😀 hope you like it (Btw I really like your positive theme<333)
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You pushed Donnie's robotic shell with the tip of your foot, he always hated when you act like this but this time he deserves it.
"You gave me a promise D and you are breaking it again-"
"Y/N you really don't understand the situation, it will change the world!"
You laughed through your nose and made your arms scorch. "Yeah, really D? The last time you said that, whole house was flooded with sewage, but I have to admit, the expression on your face was funny." He dropped the wires in his hand and turned to you. "First of all, how dare you? Second, scientists can make mistakes, maybe you should read the news I send you."
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Ok, ok sorry. So dear scientist Donnie, would you please put aside your world-changing invention and go out with me?"
"Give me a hour babe."
You gave up, this boy will not leave this machine until it is done. "Let's postpone it to another day, I'm leaving." You could hear his murmur before the door closes to your face.
You looked nervously at your reflection in the door, sometimes the purple turtle was irresistible.
"Hey, are you ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, just... Why are you here again?"
With a relaxed smile on his face, Leo grabbed your shoulder and pulled you close to him. "Eh, don't get hung up on small details. Why don't you come and watch my perfect new moves?"
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"OH YES! FINALLY FINISHED, Y/N LOOK AT THIS!" When he turned his back, only your gym bag and jacket, which you threw on the floor when you came in, were there. Did you leave? He left his room to look for you, and when he found you, he could get help from you to color scale his invention.
Your laughing sound was coming from Mikey's room. He peered through the ajar door, Mikey and you lying on a sheet that had been laid on the floor. There were colorful nail polishes on the sheet, you looked like you were spending quality time with Mikey.
"Eh, sometimes they need time too." He wanted to pull you out of Mikey's room but you needed your limits too. Being a good boyfriend is hard, Maybe he'll come a little later. Splinter was standing in front of him when he turned to leave.
"AH, ah hey dad what are you doing here?" Donnie pushed Splinter by his shoulders, As far from the door as possible, it wouldn't be nice to be caught red-handed.
"I was gonna ask..." Donnie waited for his father as he broke into a cold sweat. If one of his siblings heard about it, he would be a laughing stock at home.
"Can you...Hmm, fix the kitchen drawers? The opening sounds are very squeaky, it's gotten worse since the last time blue one fixed it"
He looked at the door for the last time and nodded.
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He loved your laugh, really. But now it makes him so angry.
He was working nonstop to drown out your and Raph's laughter with the sound of the drill in his hand. While he was remodeling the kitchen (if he started something, it must be perfect), you and Raph invaded the kitchen to make a cake.
Your eyes met for a moment, you gave him a small smile, and you went back to the dough in your hand.
He checked all the drawers another five times, waiting for a reaction from you. But you were focused on the dough in your hand, unaware of the purple turtle whose gaze could pierce your shoulder.
OK, OK THAT WAS ENOUGH HE UNDERSTAND WHERE HE DID WRONG-
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You didn't expect it to rain, you were staying here with the brothers tonight. You walked out of the room with a comfortable T-shirt on and stretched. The clock on the wall was showing 3 a.m.. Your eyes are dazzled by the light you opened, who made the lights so bright?
You grabbed the pitcher on the counter and poured it into the glass. With every sip you drank, you came to yourself, as if the light was not so bright anymore.
"Oh, Donnald? Bad dream?"
He avoided his eyes from meeting you. You could hear something muttering but you didn't understand.
"Wha?"
"Why don't you sleep with me?"
"What."
"No, no- I... Offf... I mean you are sleeping at Raph's room- Ok that wasn't that hard in my head."
You watched him rubbing his eyelids. All the stones were slowly falling into place, his side gaze today, the purple bandana peeking through the door.
"WAIT, WAIT, wait, wait a minute... Are you... Jealous?"
His arms quickly crossed as eyes widened. "NO, NO I'M NOT-" Your laugh closed all his objections, oh my, who can now "the bad boy" can get jealous too?
"YOU ARE JE-"
"YES, yes I am. Now shut up." He pressed his hand to his lips and silenced you, your body was stuck between the bench and the turtle. "I can act like a complete dum dum sometimes, soooo.. Do you accept my apology?"
You nodded slowly, he took his hands from your lips and placed it on your chin.
He made you forgive himself.
Btw if you didn't read wait a min like this go and spend more time at internet
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bluxb3rry · 1 year
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❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟!❞↳෴੭˚ ༘♡·˚₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 💙
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Hwang hyunjin x male reader!
he/him pronouns!
english is not my frist language!
── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────
Hwang Hyunjin was someone you could call "perfect" guy, he has the looks, the notes, the charisma, etc, etc. Any girl and boy loves him and drolls for him, everyday having a confess message in his locker, or if the person was confident enough, confess him in person.
In one way or other, it always ends the same "sorry, but no, bye!"
I mean is kinda obvious since everyone that has a crush for him, is mainly because of his looks and Hyunjin is the romantic type, he want to be with someone that know him more than himself, and the only time that it happened, it ended quite......um.
-Yoh! Hyunjin! when we are gonna meet that boyfriend of your's?
It ended quite well, fucking good to be honest, two years, since he had said to his friends "oh, i have a boyfriend btw".
Oh yes, the mystery boy, the man that made Hwang fucking Hyunjin fall in love, some friend that he knew since he remeber.
-oh um, im not sure, i promise you guys are gonna meet him! i promise-
Main reason of why his boyfriend didn't want to be know, is only because he want to keep the relation ship a secret and Hyujin understood that, who really cares when you get 1000 kisses after school?
-uuugh, is been two years already and i haven't meet the guy, is he some mafia guy? that's why you don't talk about him?-Han joked while drinking his coke
-is not that! he just want to keep it private and i respect that-
-is he even real?-
-Hey!-
-c'mon Hyung, if he is from our school we would have noticed that you looked at someone more than normal, yet it didn't happend-Jeongin said beside him, stealing Han coke and drinking it, hearing a "hey" from the guy
-you guys are a pain, i can tell that's real-
The silence in the hall was more noticed when the students started to mutter, the three friend just looked to were the mutter where reffered to, and two of them look suprised to see "the bad guy" walking in the hall, his uniform looking informal, the tie wasn't even tied well, and the loose shirt make look some of the tattoos underneath the clothes, he looked normal and had just some piercings, two in his lips [snake bite] and one in his eyebrow.
-Damn he back-Han said-the bad wolf
-okay, why bad wolf?-said Hyunjin looking at his friend for the dumb reference
-Why? Why not? he litteraly fought with a lot of people, making them have nose blood, some of them needed stitches and a lot of them never came back, he also just ignores all the classes and people but still has good grades-jeongin said finishing the coke
-and he is hot as fuck-a new voice appeard
-Minsug-hyung, ew-said Hyunjin kinda disgusted
-what? oh c'mon, we cannot deny that maybe he IS one of the hottest guys in this god damn school-
-he got suppended for hitting a teacher!-Han replied trying to make sense into the guy
-yeah the teacher kinda deserve it-Hyunjin said
-what?-Han asked surprised
-yeaaah he kinda did, that teacher was a son of a bich, you're just too young-minho replied
-he is still scary to-Jeongin murmurs and Hyujin just looked at him
Yeah scary, he heard all of that, the scary guy with a mistery life, the cold heart, the ice prince, Hyunjin knew about y/n, to be honest he was called a lot of times to the principale office just to take care of him.
With that being said, the y/n walked towards him a smirk in his face.
-the old man said that i have to share all my classes with you now-he said ignoring all the looks from the other guys
-mh really? well, lets get going-Hyunjin said with a small smile and started walking, the "bad wolf" following behind him.
-oh shit-Han mutters looking at his perfect friend leaving with the bad guy
-oh shit indeed, have you looked to that ass?-
-MINHO-HYUNG!-
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-you know i can't save you anymore from classes, right?-
-as if you want to hear the son of a bitch talking again and again of dumb shit-
Hyunjin laughed a little while hugging his boyfriend, then just looked at him making eye contact.
-stop cursing! at this point is just a problem with you-
-c'mooon you heard me cursing since i remeber-y/n said with a smile in his face
-yep, as bad as i remeber-he kissed him with a small smile
Yeaah in case you havent notice, you, you are his boyfriend, y/n, the bad guy, the mistery guy, blah blah, in a relationship of two years with mister Hwang
-we should tell them-y/n said after the kiss
-them? oh you mean the guys?-Hyunjin asked surprised
-yeah, at this point is a pain being unable to kiss you anytime i want-he looked at him again-only if you want to
-i would love to, honey-
They just hugged for a couple of seconds in silence
-Han called you bad wolf by the way-
-ha, thats a fun one-
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melobin · 3 months
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you should ship your moots with riize think that’d be so cutee… sorry if you did that before I’m new to your blog I wouldn’t know :(( love your works!!
💗 thank you my lovely
it’s a cute idea ^.^
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shotaro - @kkurokitty you’re literally his dream woman .. he’d love playing just dance with you idc he would LOVE it. that’s his ideal date btw … he’d be the sweetest thing, i feel like he’d love to get matching nose piercings too ^.^
eunseok - @ensite. sexy ass couple. you’d ground him so hard .. he’d be on his knees grovelling at your feet every single day of his life. it’s cute .. feel like he’d be so good at looking after you though, despite his very shitty jokes that he’ll always make to try and make you laugh, he’d do everything he can to take care of you whether it’s helping you do something or simply holding you and helping you sleep. you deserve someone like eunseok 💖
sungchan - @starrypen in my head it just works?. you’re two of my favourite people alive for a reason 💗 he’d be lucky to have you. you both have this very caring and sweet nature about you.. you’d take such good care of eachother and always be there when the other needs.
wonbin - @wontonology i just think they’d be pretty neat together mhm ^.^
seunghan - @wonsy seunghans future pretty little nurse. literally his walking dream. seunghans pretty girl!! it would be his favourite pet name for a reason. he’d be so cheerful and happy with you, always reminding you how proud of you he is and always cheering you on when you’re studying !! kinda cringe boyfriend to reward you with kisses when you’ve been studying for a while.
sohee - @kissohee .. who would i be if i didn’t ??? our favourite fishy .. they’d be so cute together. thea has this upbeat, bubbly personality that i think would match sohees perfectly .. i also think sohee would fold if you asked him to go on a date to the aquarium. you’re just very cute and i think sohee would love a cute partner who he can take care of from time to time 💗
anton - @ mimi i can’t tag your blog .. my favorite anton stan !! anton would fold the moment he sees you .. blessed to even being in your presence !! the dream team .. he’d sit with you and listen to your music with you, always pointing out lyrics he likes and which of the songs were his favourite. he’d make playlists dedicated to you !! need something to listen to when you’re playing animal crossing together .. 🫶🏻
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hiii I was wondering if you could do a threesome w kuroo bokuto and y/n?? plsss💞
i can actually, that’s the fun part.
(I'm going to try to use gender-neutral pronouns, but the reader has female anatomy, I hope that’s ok!) 
I deadass just took this and ran with it oml. 
All 18+, public sex, circumstantial humiliation, slight voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome M/F/M, they’re both kind mean but not really, slight degrading 
Synopsis: Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful. 
4/25
You couldn't believe it, you were so sure you had done well on this test. You made flashcards and even scoured the web for as many quizlets on the subject as you possibly could. But one thing remained the same: Masahiro sensei’s chemistry class was kicking your ass. 
No matter how many times you looked at the reference tables and started at the elements you didn't understand a single word that came out of that man's mouth. What’s worse is that you seemed to be the only one who ever had trouble in his class, and he always made sure to let you know. 
Side glances during lectures, calling you out when he knows you have no clue what the answer could be, talking about how 'some people’ would do better if they tried harder. You just didn't know what else to do. 
So, in some twisted way, you were thankful when he requested to keep you a few minutes after class requesting to talk about some personal issues. Issues you wished would include a new grade and easier tests. 
But him telling you about a boy with exceptional grades who would be a perfect fit to help you out, was something you had expected, but did not want. You felt more embarrassed than you already were, couldn't he just give you a website where you could watch videos about ionic and binary compounds? 
Looking back to the phone number he had written for you on an index card, you relent. Sending a quick message to the number you shut your phone off and tried to get to your dorm, dropping onto your bed faster than you’d like to admit. 
Hey, this is y/n l/n, Masahiro-sensei gave me your number for possible tutoring, if you're up for it of course. Any time for me works. 12:56 pm 
Yeah, he let me know about a possible tutoring session, how about the library tomorrow at 4? 1:03 pm 
I'm Kuroo Tetsurou btw. 1:07 pm
And like that your day got 10x worse, you don't even know who this way. You at least hoped it was the boy with the fluffy hair in the first row. At least Masahio told him, you assume it may have gone worse, tomorrow at the library at 4. 
You could deal with that. 
-- 
Your first meeting had gone fairly well. You arrived that the library entrance five minutes early reaching for your phone to let the mysterious Kuroo Tetsurou know that you had arrived, but before you could get that far- 
“No need babe, I'm right here, L/n right?” 
He was tall, taller than you at least. Tall enough to be able to lock down at you. Looking at you with his narrow hazel eyes and his sleazy yet comforting cat-like smile. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a bright red- volleyball jacket? Nekoma volleyball club must be from high school. 
He led you to an isolated corner of the science section on the third floor, a place you had frequented during your mid-semester crying chemistry sessions-- hopefully your tears have dried up by now and you won't make a fool of yourself. 
He wasted no time asking exactly what you need help with and seemed more than surprised when you told him everything. He let out a laugh that made you want to get up and run away before letting you know that it was normal to be confused and that you would just start with the electron configurations. 
It was going great, he was an amazing teacher and knew exactly what to tell you to make you remember all the rules of the SPDF configurations and everything leading up to the oxidation states of the transition metals. It was just sad that he had to go over everything a second time just for you to get it in your mind. 
In the middle of explaining lead’s second oxidation state, Kuroos phone lit up with a notification a Bokuto was calling. Without a second glance, he declined the call and went right to the first state of silver. 
Three seconds in this same Bokuto called back after a few choice texts, letting out a sigh he apologized muting about a stupid owl not giving him a moment of rest no matter the time of day. 
He picked up and tried to walk away as quick as he could, the only thing you could gain from the conversion was a 
HEY HEY! you still at the library? Though you’d be done by now Kuroo!
To which Kuroo told whoever was on the end of the line, that he didn't mind and they should mind their own business. Then you were out of earshot. when he came back he looked as if the life was sucked from his soul. 
He plopped into the chair across from you and sat for a second before releasing a deep breath. He looked back at you connecting eyes--they looked impossibly cat-like under the lights of the library-- before shooting you a shifty smirk. 
“Babe you're doing great but I've gotta cut it off for today, and you don't mind if a friend joins us for the next few sessions? He isn't that bright.” 
It took you of all five seconds to think of your answer, another person who wasn't the brightest will make you look less stupid. Just the thought made you feel bad, you're sure that Bokuto was a wonderful person, hopefully, and did not deserve to be used to make you seem less hopeless. Yet still, 
“Yes! That’s totally fine, I'll see you in two days?” 
“Sounds great” 
--
“‘C'mon babe what's the dashed configuration of bromine?” 
You didn't know, or maybe you did. It's not like that would matter considering the two fingers curling into your sweet spot. You could only focus on the way he rubbed your throbbing nub that sent sparks straight beach into your core. 
“I-i I don’t- god, please, please, need to cum.” you were so close, Kuroo had already ripped two orgasms from you because you didn't know the answer, and you were going to scream if he did it again. “Please, wanna cum” 
“No can do baby Owl, that’s the deal no cumming until you get the question.” 
Bokuto. 
You would have forgotten he was there if it weren't for his piercing gaze on Kuroo’s fingers drenched in your slick. Not once has it wavered from you, your silt to you tits up to your lips. 
You had to try, he’ll stop. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the answer, they know you know the answer. Somewhere else in your mind you think about how you got caught up in this in the first place. 
How Kuroo was frustrated and told you the if you got another wrong answer he would fuck the right one into you. Or bokuto purposely mocking him that sent him further until his hands were pulling your panties down your legs stuffing two fingers in your cunt, saying how he won't stop until you get all the answers right. 
“Two- e-eight- eight-teen- please please, si--six- NO seven, it’s seven. ‘M so close please” 
Kuroo seemed pleased with your answer, his hands moving quickly around your bud and curling further into your g-spot as Bokuto makes his way around the table to where the two of you are seated. 
Pulling the shirt above your head, Bokuto circles a nipple through the fabric of your bra commenting on how quickly it had pebbled, attaching his mouth to your other as Kuroo commanded you to cum around his relentless digits. 
Clenching around his fingers you hadn't noticed a head of white and black hair moving towards your center. Coming off the high of your orgasm you felt Bokuto’s tongue spread your lips as his nose circled your clit.  
“Oh, dude! You gotta taste ‘em! Like liquid gold, Man!” 
You flushed further, if possible, tethering a hand into Bokuto's hair. Understanding the compliment Kuroo swiped a finger along your slick-covered thighs and let a mockingly loud moan fall between his lips. 
As if you could be more embarrassed by the noises of Bokuto slurping whatever he could catch in his mouth, Kuroo’s coos of how red you look and how delicious you look, as the man under you eats as if it was his last meal. 
Two hands grabbed your waist and lifted you off Bokuto, placing you back on your feet. Turing you toward the wall of windows and hand on your back bent you over the table surrounded by all of your notes. 
“Look at that, she’s just gushing all over the place. All this over a chemistry lesson? Who knew I was teaching such a cockwhore this whole time.” a hand met your clit as Kuroo began to push into you, forcing you further into the table. 
You heard a gasping moan as he bottomed out, glancing over to where Bokuto sat hand around the base of his cock, standing as Kuroo waved him over to you. 
“I think you can fit two, right?”  and just like that bokuto was forcing his way into your clenching walls. There was discomfort until a soft pop to which both the boys let out a sigh. 
You feel so full. You didn't know who but one of them was brushing against your cervix. The first thrust came to you as a surprise,  following with a second's rest before the two of them created a steady rhythm.
The faster they went the more apparent it was, they were using you like a fleshlight. You couldn't even speak as a cock hit right at your g-spot. Back arching you let out a series of small “ahs” much to Kuroo’s enjoyment. 
“You fucking like this! Getting dicked where everyone can see. By two cocks no less!” he laughed pulling your head up from its place in your arms, making you have to look at your reflection in the glass. 
“No-no I-” a smack to your ass stopped you from trying to defend what little dignity you had left. There was no defending as Bokuto leaned towards your ear, never breaking rhythm. 
“No?,” he was practically snarling, “Then why the hell are you clenching our dicks so well, Baby Owl?”  
As if he flipped a switch your world went dark as you clenched further on the two men as you came. Riding out your orgasm neither of them let up the pace as they jackhammered into your poor pussy. 
Bokuto came first, with a loud groan of your name before he slumped into the chair he previously inhabited.  Settling to watch as Kuroo pulled your chest up to meet your back to his chest. Rutting into you as his orgasm rapidly approaches. 
If you weren't so sure this place was desolate you would be worried about someone hearing the slaps of your skin, or Kuroo’s final grunt as he filled you with his load, dropping you to lean on the table. 
At least your next chemistry test was graded with a 21/25, you’re sure the two of them will love to hear about that.
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chuuyasnumber1simp · 3 years
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Warm Touches Melt Cold Stares  Akutagawa x fem reader
A/N- because it’s me, and I love writing it, you better bet this gonna be hurt/comfort, and angsty at that. This what I write when I have no requests lol so get ready for the pain train. This is gonna be an ongoing fic btw.
This time, reader is going to have anxiety and bipolar depression, two things I can write well because I have them. If you want to see something else from me feel free to drop a request!
(Reader is 19)
Warnings: Mentions of Self Harm, Attempted Sexual Assault
Word Count: 2706
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You were cold. 
But then again, you always were. 
Not towards people, not physically-  that which surprised people based on your ability. 
You hugged your arms closer to your body, feeling the telltale pinpricks of frost letting you know your ability activated. 
It was comforting, in a way. The coldness that surrounded your body, it was the only thing letting you know that you were here, and not still asleep, floating in the inky black of your dreams. You preferred the endless ocean of black to your current waking world, marred by emptiness and fear.       
You liked to pretend that the numbness that filled you somedays could merely be explained by being a result of your ability. Like your brain was slowly becoming frostbitten. On the days you didn’t even recognize yourself in the mirror, you often wondered why the temperature of your skin didn't match how you felt.    
Some days you woke up and felt as if something had melted the ice encasing your insides, your brain. That maybe, you would get better. Then, sometimes on the same day,    
You didn’t want to die, yet you couldn’t find  reason to continue this life that you lead. That was the reason you kept waking up, day after day, always reaching out to find maybe just a glimpse of purpose. You had believed your ability was a gift, when you were a child. A stupid, naïve child you were, to believe it was anything but a curse. That’s what you parents thought, when you manifested your ability. At first, all had gone well.  When you were little, you didn’t know that frost and ice can burn someone if it’s cold enough. 
You didn’t know that being too cold would cause hypothermia, and death. 
You were just a stupid, naïve child, who froze her parents to death, completely unaware of what she’d done. You didn’t know how or why, the memory's becoming more foggy with time. Your grandparents had taken you in after that, and they were kind. But even they could overcome your hesitance, your fear of being close enough to anyone to bring harm.
Prior to arriving in Yokohama, you had let your guard down, just for a moment. No one at work knew of your ability, you had kept it a secret for fear of peoples reactions. 
Another stupid mistake. 
You had a boyfriend, and you were happy. That was one of the longest times the coldness went away. 
But one day, you had gotten into an argument, over something stupid. You couldn’t even remember what now. He tried to leave, walk away from the argument, and in your anger, you reached out and grabbed his wrist. 
You’ll never forget the scream that ripped through the house. 
It was like your parents all over again. 
Around his wrist, there was a massive blister, red and swelling, about the size of your hand. He had fallen to to the ground, clutching his arm and screaming. 
So you ran. 
Ran out of his house, left your grandparents, left behind everything you knew. You took the bus as far away as you could, leaving you in Yokohama. 
You vowed to never use your ability again. At least, not on anyone else. You wondered if there had been a police investigation back in your hometown, or if anyone even tried to find you. 
You doubted it. 
So here you were, looking for an apartment in Yokohama, having arrived three days ago. 
You still had access to your bank account, and have been paying for a hotel room. It was cheap and crappy, but at least it was somewhere to sleep. People there didn’t ask why you wore a mask, and they didn’t ask why you had gloves on in spring. But it was, unfortunately for, where certain unsavory characters liked to be. 
You were trying to walk back to your hotel room, after a rather unfulfilling day, when a group of four men whistled and shouted as you walked by. As a woman, you were used to this. You ignored them and continued, but when you heard their footsteps after you, you walked a little faster, subconsciously allowing frost to cover your fingers. Your heart beat quickened as you walked past your room, hoping that someone would notice your current predicament. 
This was the downfall of everyone turning the other cheek. Situations like these were commonplace, and even the staff did not get involved. At this point, you were flat out running, almost tripping down the stairs in your haste to escape them. They followed after, relentless. 
You felt your heart sink as the stairs you had gone to had not lead to the lobby, but the laundry room and staff exit. 
The staff exit was locked, and the laundry room was empty. 
No one would come to your aid here. 
“Well well well, what do we have here. Someone’s a little feisty. But I think this going to have to be the end of the road for you,”
The men boxed you in against the wall the one speaking before trying to grab your arms. You squirmed and wiggled, trying your hardest to wrench yourself free from his grasp. Someone from the back  pressed a blade against your throat, instantly halting all motion. 
“That’s better pretty lady. Now hold still for me,”
You tried to scream, but the second you opened your mouth someone roughly shoved a wadded up shirt in it, muffling all noises. 
The man pinning your arms shoved his knee in between your legs, forcing them apart. On instinct, you let your ability -and fear- take over, and watched as the frost from your arms spread to his. He yelled and dropped his arms, giving you the moment to knock the knife from the other mans hand, and made a break for the stairs. 
“Not so fast,”
Someone kicked your ankle just as you had made it to the stairs, causing you to fall and slam your face into them. Despite the tears flowing down your cheeks and the blood that dripped from your nose, you attempted to crawl upwards, only to be yanked backwards and throw back to the wall. 
You lay there dazed, your vision swimming as the men surrounded you once more. You closed your eyes and felt a small, cold tear slide out of your eye, resigning yourself to your fate. 
“Excuse me gentlemen, but that’ll be enough now. Didn’t your parents ever teach you to respect women?”
You heard a voice from the staircase, and watched as a man with orange hair and a fedora descended the steps, a red aura glowing around him. 
“And who do you think you are?” the man who held the knife at you spoke. 
“Chuuya Nakahara, executive to the Port Mafia,”
The men seemed to flinch at his name, though you had no idea who he, or the Port Mafia were. 
“Listen, I don’t care if you run the Port Mafia, mind your own business,” 
“I really wish you hadn’t said that. Akutagawa, over here!”
Another man came down the stairs, covering his mouth with his hand. They both looked intimidating, and you curled in on yourself, as if that would do anything to protect yourself. 
“Rashomon,” 
When the man with the black jacket spoke, something black and red, almost like cloth, or elastic, pierced the man who spoke against Chuuya, and was flung across the room. After that, the rest of them scattered, obviously not willing to die at the hands of this cold ability user. 
Yanking the shirt out of your mouth, you crawled backwards, whimpering quietly as Chuuya approached you. Back pressed flat against the wall, you ice spread like wildfire, some of it even spreading across the carpet. Akutagawa’s eyes widened slightly with curiosity, and you subconsciously willed your ice to grow more, small icicles forming on your arms and the walls. Chuuya continued to advance on you, albeit more slowly than before, and your ice grew more in response, your breath materializing at the drop in temperature.
He stopped about five feet away from you, arms up in a show of good will. 
“Hey hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. What’s your name?”
“Y/N,”
“Would you like to come with us? I don’t believe you’d be that safe here, and we can help you with your ability,”
“How do I know you aren’t going to kill me? Or try to do what those guys did?”
“If we were going to do that, wouldn’t we have already done that?”
You internally thought he was right, but you were skeptical about following two random men. One of which just killed someone right in front you. 
You narrowed your eyes. “Why do I have any reason to trust you?”
Chuuya sighed. “Listen. I can leave you here to these guys, who’ll probably be back, or you can come with us and have an actually safe place to sleep. Your choice,”
Standing up on shaky legs, you looked at the other man. He stood still, and showed no emotion on his face. He looked almost annoyed, as if he was really going out of his way to save you. 
“I-i’ll go. But on one condition,”
Akutagawa turned to you, annoyance flashing in his eyes. “I don’t think you understand. We’re helping you. You are not in a position to negotiate right now,”
You swayed on your feet a bit before speaking, you assumed your body was not taking your ordeal and the below freezing temperatures your ability was producing.
“It’s not anything big. I j-just need someone to accompany me to my room so I can get my stuff. I don’t want to be alone,”
Part of you laughed at your words, mocking the irony of always making sure you never got close to anyone, even now, with your ice spreading quickly, and yet here you were, practically begging for someone to be with you, so you wouldn’t be alone.
Pathetic. Look at you, you were always so good at hurting people, so why have you failed now? Maybe the Chuuya and Akutagawa shouldn’t have come, and just let them men have they’re way with you. You would have deserved it. You—
“Sure. Akutagawa can go with you,”
Chuuya’s voice snapped you from your thoughts, and he gave you a warm smile that made you trust him a little more.
Akutagawa still looked mildly annoyed, but he seemed to hold a lot of respect for Chuuya, so you figured he would not do anything to you if he was under Chuuya’s orders.
The walk up to your room was silent, and uncomfortably so. Your ability was still going all over the place, so every time your foot touched the floor little shards of ice would stick up. Your body temperature had to be freezing by now, your skin covered in goosebumps. Your ability made the effects of freezing temperatures easier to withstand, but it did not make you immune to them. While a normal person could survive in freezing temperatures for 15 to 45 minutes, you could withstand them for about 30 minutes to 2 hours, depending on just how freezing the temperatures were. But, if the temperature of your ice dropped lower than freezing, the rate of your survival dropped drastically, to about 20-40 minutes.
Stress made it hard to control your ability, thus the reason you had burned your boyfriend and why you were struggling to control it now.
You tried to control your breathing, to stabilize your mental state somehow, but the more you attempted to the harder it gave to inhale oxygen.
You were sweating despite the cold, and at this point you sounded like you were dying with all the wheezing and coughing. Panic was setting in as you tried to gulp in air, but it wasn’t working.
You bit back a scream when a pale hand made contact with your shoulder, and you looked up to see a rather uncomfortable looking Akutagawa, who seemed to be trying to offer comfort during your panic attack.
The look on his face was almost comical, how uneasy he looked touching another human being. Finally, you did start to calm down, and managed to make it into your dingy room.
Akutagawa opted to stand outside the room, and having him there did make you feel safer.
You could still feel the ghost of fingers lingering on your body, and your shoved your clothes into your backpack with more vigor than before, hoping to get out of this place as fast as humanly possible. You frost had calmed down for the time being, allowing you to love more freely, no longer being constricted by the binds of cold.
You realized that you must have looked near homeless, a pair of black jeans with a rip starting on the knee, and an oversized grey sweatshirt you had owned since sixteen. The letters had long since faded, and you could see where you had patched it back up time after time, but it was the warmest and most comfortable thing you owned.
You stepped out of the room, greeting Akutagawa with a nod. Sometime when you were changing, Chuuya had shown up, and he was explaining something to Akutagawa in a hushed tone. He greeted you with a dip of his hat when you closed the door, reminding you of a gentleman from an older era.
The feeling of your gloves back on your hands was comforting, though you still hung back slightly, always making sure there was a couple feet’s worth of distance between you and anyone else.
The lobby clerk practically kept out of his seat when he saw Akutagawa and Chuuya, and everyone waiting parted like the red sea, allowing the three of you to walk through with ease.
There was a sleek black car that you spotted immediately, it looked very out of place amongst every other car in the parking lot. Chuuya didn’t seem like the kind of person to be inconspicuous.
You felt awkward about climbing into the immaculately clean car with your dirty clothes. You had at least showered, although rather quickly, since for some reason the hot water didn’t work. 
You sat in the backseat alone, Akutagawa driving and Chuuya sitting in the passenger seat. 
The car was silent, and the tension was palpable. You still had no idea what the Port Mafia was besides the obvious, that they were a mafia. What they did, and how they could help you with your ability was what you didn’t understand. Why would they help you? It’s not like you had any money, and you absolutely no battle training whatsoever. It’s not like you had held a gun before either. You had some practice with knives, but that was so long ago you didn’t think you could recall how to hold a knife properly. This was the main reason for not completely trusting these men, because people who didn’t have use or purpose were disposed of. 
Not willing to push their patience, you didn’t question anything, and simply allowed them to drive you to wherever they were going. They could be kidnapping you, and it would probably be your fault. 
What am I even doing here? Following two random dudes i don’t know, to the MAFIA where they’re going to make me do GOD KNOWS what. I could be raped, murdered, or tortured! I was just almost raped for god’s sake, and the first thing i do is go with strangers? This is literally EXACTLY what grandpa told me not to do. I’m stupid, stupid, I’m going to end up dead in a ditch somewhere, oh god why do i have to be so stupid--
“Hey Y/N? we’re here,”
It was only then did you see Chuuya waving a hand in front of your face, and you flushed slightly hoping you hadn’t been sitting like that for too long. 
A very tall building stood before you, smack in the middle of Yokohama. You guessed that since it was so prominent, people would never believe that it was the headquarters for the Port Mafia. Or, the Port Mafia just didn’t care. 
Akutagawa beaconed you over, and you swallowed thickly, unsure of what would happen when you entered this building. 
A/N: Heyoo!! im really proud of this, im sorry of Akutagawa seemed a bit ooc, i tried hard to establish his feelings and personality without writing him off as a tsundere, or making him a cold jerk. Ah, the woes of writing. 
Anyway, sorry i posted this instead of the newest chapter for the Chuuya fic. I can’t get past one scene for it, I've legit re-wrote it like seven times. So, to get over my writers block, i decided to finally publish this! The moodboard and first chapter have been in my drafts for awhile, so i decided to finally post them. Hope ya’ll like it!
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sketcheydyslexic · 3 years
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ey honeycomb 💛💛 sorry to hear about ya bad week but i hope this message will cheer ya up just a little. anyways i will forever say this, the school system just sucks the life right outta ya and i am immensely proud of ya for standing up fo yaself and being so strong. kinda just wanna 🔫🔫👋🔪🔪🗡️🗡️🗡️🤛🤛 the person following ya and maybe even the school. how dare they bother ya 😤 i wanna visit yah just tah give yah a biggggg hug and reassure yah face tah face (with covid rules of course!!)
also your dream is amazing!! i rarely dream of the papyri and i just wanna show them sum love (mmaybe even gasp hold their hands °//////°) also i just saw your drawing of killer sans in a suit and when i said i didn't simp for him yet i didn't mean make me simp for him instantly!!! he looked so handsome and everytime i look at ya drawing (WHICH IS AMAZING BTW I LOVE HOW YA BLEND THE COLOR, SHADE, THE LIGHTING, AND THE DETAILS IN THE SKULL AND BONES 💘💘💘💌💌 THE BLUSH THO) i am reminded of my dream 😳😳 i also wanna try shifting but rn i really wanna experience a lucid dream, i've only had one lucid dream and i instantly lost control and it became a nightmare and the way i wake up from it was moving myself irl (i've actually been doing this since i was a kid) and personally it wakes me up
ya don't hafta stress yaself out on posting and in putting out content, ya doing enough sweetheart. i also understand the struggle in drawing the papyri, i actually recently drew some skulls of classic sans, papyrus and gaster in my sketchbook. i wanted to figure out how their skulls would be different from the other au variants. i wanted them all to have different skull shapes but still maintaining the og skull. i struggle with the sans' skulls cuz idk if i who i wanna give the more rounded skull, who to give a more softer round, ect. side profiles tho!! they really hard, both humans and skeletons are hard for me to draw side profiled. and i understand not knowing where the face proportions go with the papyri i just wing it most of the time :p
my mc is actually my self insert but they don't really look like me so i just call them mc 🤷 but they have my personality and weirdness (which i am proud of :)) the story about finding out that ya have high tolerance for alcohol is hilarious, honestly it's always the my wine aunts who want me tah drink and i'm here wanting tah be responsible (and record sum blackmail material but shhh)
i'm sure ya still look godsend even with a hairstyle ya ain't satisfied with. but i do agree, hair us hair, it'll still grow even if someone messed it up. that's kinda how life is y'know. i actually let my older sister cut my hair and she's all nervous saying it'll probably look bad and all i say is "then i have a reason to finally get a pixie cut again :D" my father's wants me tah grow out my hair again but i really don't wanna deal with long hair problems in a stressful year so hahaha pixie cut here i come. besides if it's already done hair extensions pretty pricey ;)
ya inside joke with ya younger bro is honestly adorable <3 my own baby bro (he's actually a teenager but he's still my baby brobro) is planning on growing his hair out, he's already pretty long on the front part and it's so shaggy that he has tah tie it down and i dub it as "teen bun!!" but usually when it's down i mess it up as much as possible. and i don't mind ya rambling about ya kitty cat, i encourage it honestly!!! like what's their name? and if ya show me a pic i'd 100% use baby talk tah them. am glad kitty cat saved yah life cuz we wouldn't be talking tah each other right now or telling each other our days and just ramble tah each other if it weren't for them :) tell em i said thank ya and give em a peck on the forehead if possible
i honestly wanna live alone atleast once in my life cuz it's tradition tah live in a house with atleast 3 generations (we only had 2) and taken into account that we have a small house (2 bed room and we were mostly 6) i had tah share most of my space with others so i've always wanted tah have a bedroom with my own touch tah them. i bid ya luck on having ya own house hun and live without people hurting yah. ya don't deserve it sweets
NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR RAMBLING HUN!!! i love it and even if it's considered whining i will still gladly take it cuz it cane from ya and when it comes from yah it's appreciated and treasured by me!!!! honestly i feel like i sometimes ramble a bit too much but then i remember it's ya who am talking tah and yah always are considerate with me. how za bout we make it a rule tah tell each other if we're being overwhelmed with our musings. it doesn't mean it's bad, we're both just considering each others feelings and moods and if it makes ya more comfortable we can chat each other personally (but we are in different time zones and i struggle with responding messages, i hope yah don't mind)
nothing particularly note worthy has happened tah me except i have tah take a blood test for my health (i have a specific kind of goiter, it's not lethal and i'm coping pretty well if i do say so myself :D), i was supposed tah have a monthly check up done but the city where the hospital is located is on strict lockdown and the doctor doesn't offer online check ups. but the doc did advice having a blood test by the last week of this month. i kinda get woozy when i get my blood taken, i think it's pretty cool on how they just take blood but i do have a slight fear of receiving/expecting pain gets me lightheaded and i tense up so i usually don't look when they insert the needle. i kinda just chill until it's finished.
i care fo yah and treasure ya luv. how was your day honeybee? 💛💛
love 💛🍯 anon <3
[here yah go
Thank you, one of these days I will learn not to push the big red button when I get excited x.x
howdy, dearest --anon! thank you so much, i really appreciate it. 🔫 give me affection, i crave the comfort of a nice caring hug. careful though, i'll find out your favorite food/sweets and randomly make them for you to brighten your day. my love language is to bake and give my loved ones baked good that are their favorites, i don't know when this started or why but if it happens, it means you are a dear friend to my heart.
i rarely dream, so when i had that dream i was almost convinced to start cult worshipping him so he will take me away, im stable enough to know better though ;P gasp- unprotected, premarital hand holding?! oh my. while i was drawing him, i kept having to stop and whisper 'DAMN' "oh dang he /fine/ fine'' 'lord have mercy-' he is just so fine >//^\\<
OADHOhdaljOUHOH oh my, thank you so much!! It means so much to know that the little details like that are noticed too ^clutches perls^ my little heart is so happy. i drew a horror papyrus and added a lot of detail to the nicks and cracks in his bones but i don't think anyone noticed u^u or maybe i haven't even posted it yet?? its the one of him thats part of the matchup series. im going to redo mutt, and add dust next i think. ah yes, everytime you see him, that special moment will haunt you. not that that is a bad thing 👀👀 i've never experienced either :o i really want to though! its really cool that you can, it sucks that it turned into a nightmare though, nightmares suck when they aren't a skeleton. then i succ. (that was a crude joke right so it is decided i ill try not to make horn dog jokes outside of the dms)
thank you hun, i really appreciate it ;) i've been hard at work today, to post a few chapters and finish the last raffle wins. i am about to hit the next 100 follower goal, and i'm trying to think of what to do this time. i don't know if ill do a raffle this time or not, i kind of want to do something new. i just draw them, lol, i don't know what i'm doing but i'm doing it, and it's been working! i'm doing a few gaster doodles that i might post later, but my twitter isn't gaining any traction at all so i don't bother posting on there as much as i do on here, i even started a tiktok. i love the idea of them all having their own little differences in appearance but still looking similar. i get so frustrated with side profiles, they are so difficult, and for what?! i'm just going to stick to drawing skeletons.
for me, i like using the text replacer extensions to replace y/n with my name. it hits different different. I love drawing self inserts with my mc, they make me so happy.i love the personally i'm seeing so far, andi bet your weirdness is even better ;) <3 me and my wine aunt do a lot together, we got our noses pierced together, and we are going to get matching tattoos eventually. right now we are still deciding on what we want to get. wine aunt are the ones who have all your secrets on back log LMAO half the time you're like "o.o when did i tell you THAT??"
awwww, you flatter me, love. its okay, i just kinda am a little off put of spending so much time and so much money on something that looks like i did it myself in a walmart bathroom 💀💀 i wish i could pull of a short hair cut, but i think my face is to chubby for it. maybe one day ill try it out. i bet she will do a great job and you will rock the best haircut in your area! my dad keeps telling me to go blond but i dont like the way blond looks on me at all, i'm naturally a darker haired person. Bhaha i imagine you just; "no break it, its fine. no, break it, break it, its fine :D"
i love him, he is a meanie but we bully each other affectionately. his hair is so fluffy and i cant help but ruffle it up everytime i can. he looks like ethan (crankgameplays) and it gave me flash backs to when youtubers had their floofs colored. yay! i love gushing about her, her legal name is Panda, but ive always called her 'baby' so i guess her name is baby. here is a picture of my sweet pea;
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Look at those cute little toe beans 🥺💕💕 she's my emotional service animal, she's very good at her job. she loves to be babied, so she loved the gifted ear scratches and forehead kisses. im really happy you dont think im pathetic for a cat saving me, it just proves how kind you are <3
i would lose my mind if i had to live with a lot of people like that 0o0 i need alone time or else it can get painful for me mentaly and even physically. i hope you get to have your own space one day, you deserve a place to call your own personal safe place.
awe, you are the best, im so happy to have you in my life now. im so used to people getting irritated at me for talking about myself i dont really know if i'm going to far when opening up now.that would make me a lot less worried, for you to be honest with me if i am going a little to far ;) that would be nice, i feel a little bad for the followers that good these long posts about my day when they dont care for that kind of content. of course love, you have your life to attend to each day and i have mine, i've never been one to think much of getting a response back 15 hours later, im happy to get one back at all.
oh my, that sounds scary- i hope you will be okay :'0 im no stranger to heath issues, im sorry you have that kind of stress. im proud of you for being strong through this. im terrified of needles, its kind of weird because i have piercings and am just fine with those... i guess its were they are that doesn't bother me as much. the idea of a needle or splinter make me choke up, i was a sobbing mess when i had to get my last shot, even if it was a pain medicine to help with my broken ankle i was saying i didn't want it. i felt bad for breaking down like that, im not a little kid, but boy do i have a fear of needles.
and i for you, dearest <3. my day was nice, i made cinnamon rolls and finished up editing the last raffle win, plus i did a lot of little house chores today, go the house looking nice and clean. over all it was a nice day, i hope you also had a nice day my dear <3
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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years
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Uh can you do a request for me were overhaul has to deal with the gross aspects of father hood because his s/o is away on a trip and won’t be back for a week and he has to like change diapers clean out the babies boogers which is always hard to do and stuff like the thank you
SORRY! IT TOOK TWO DAYS I HAD A MIND BLOCK JESUS CHRIST IM SO SORRY
Loved the idea btw. Honestly I had so much fun writing these XD
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"This is going to be a disaster. I'm warning you." Chisaki said while you checked your bags one last time for the trip that your parents suddenly demanded you on it.
And the worst part... you couldn't bring your babies...
"Is not going to be a disaster Kai." You giggled as you watched your husband on the door frame, already looking apprehensive at the tiny baby beaming happily at you from his crib.
"You're his father." You scooped Kaito in your arms coing at him when he nuzzled in your neck "Kaito never gave us too much work. So I trust my handsome devil to take care of our child." You smiled sweetly at your husband, offering for him to hold Kaito.
He glared at the infant for a while before picking him up. The baby already trying to play with his piercings.
"No Kaito." Chisaki swat the tiny hand away from his ear before receiving a tiny slap on his cheek while his son made a noise of possibly protest at his order.
You bite the inside of your cheek to contain your laugh at seing your husband frowing down at the baby as he pinched his tiny nose to make him stop tryingto reach his ear.
A honk broke you out of your thoughts as Chisaki sighed in annoyance.
"Your family is rather impatient, aren't they?" He mumbled while accompaning you to the gates.
"Sorry." You smiled embarrassingly, only stopping in your tracks to nuzzle your son's chubby face and give him a kiss of goodbye.
Chisaki smiled at the scene, seing his beautiful angel treat something that came from him with such adoration... you were always like this...
You sighed sadly before bringing Chisaki's black mask down to his chin to give him a deep kiss, which he hummed in appreciation.
"I will be back in at least five or six days my knight." You said while carresing his cheek lovingly before putting his black mask on again. "Take care of our little deviant..."
"As if I wouldn't. Be safe." He picked Kaito hands and waved slightly "Say goodbye to your mother brat." The baby giggled up at his father before barbling something to you.
"We need to work on your speaking..." you laughed at Chisaki's serious comment and gave your baby a last kiss waving at them as you entered the car.
Chisaki sighed and returned inside the house with Kaito in his arms still.
"Alright. Sounds like is only mans on the house apparently..." he placed Kaito on the baby chair as he placed a bottle right in front of him.
"Let's see... your mother left some things separately for you to eat..." he looked inside the fridge before jerking away at the sudden jet of milk almost hitting the back of his head.
Thank god he had good reflexes.
He looked at the baby whose was giggling at his father surprised face while he tried to put his open mouth on the wrong side of the bottle.
"...Kaito I swear if you weren't an infant you would be cleaning this with a toothbrush..." he groaned picking something to clean the mess. Before he could even do that he heard a little groan coming from his son while he still tried to reach the liquid on the wrong side of the bottle.
"Kaito. Wrong side." He smirked placing the napkin down before picking his son and the bottle up and thankfully handing it to him.
"You're not much smart, are you?" He asked while holding him up.
Just when Kaito finished, he scrunched his face, seeming like he was in discomfort as Chisaki only stared for a while.
Oh, right, burping...
He reluctantly put Kaito on his shoulder and patted his back slightly... already cringing when he felt something wet and warm on his shoulder...
"Of course you would do that..." the baby laughed making Chisaki even more irritaded.
"Its going to be a long week..."
Shit.. Literally shit.
"I can't do this."
"Well, too bad because he is your son." Chrono sayed to Chisaki already providing any orders for him to do it.
"PLeASe JuST SOMEOnE CLeAn his ShiT! The SMeLL IS FUcKInG TerRiBle." Begged Mimic.
Even with their masks on, the three man were suffering... were babies supposed to have that much of a power?
"Kai come on. Don't tell me you never changed your son's diaper even once..." Chisaki stayed quiet for a moment before answering his friend.
"(Y/N) did this part..." Chrono looked at his childhood friend, definitely not amused as Mimic snickered.
"How the hell you two still together? Poor chick has to deal with this shit everday?" Asked the man sarcastically, already regreting when he saw the death glare of Overhaul.
"If you are so smart with words Irinaka, please teach me how to change the diaper of my own son which I made it with my wife differently from your lonely self who apparentlyits only good with money and nothing else." Mimic shivered at the dark tone of voice of Chisaki and immediately apologized.
Even marrying you and had a son, Overhaul could be scary as fuck when he wanted without any efforts...
"Chisaki the entire place is getting infected by the smell. Please, I'm actually begging in here." Pleaded Chrono as he putted closer his mask.
Chisaki send daggers at the two man before adjusting his gloves and oppening the bomb. Thankfully he had holded his breath and quickly changed the boy.
He immediately left out a long puff of breath as soon as he throwed the used diaper on a near trash... Getting a spray shortly after and desperately trying to erase the smell of the room.
His son laughed at his father's desperation, earning a glare from Chisaki.
"You're enjoying this aren't you little rascal?" He picked his son up "I have to give your mother more credit. Honestly, dont you feel ashamed of making your mother suffer?" The baby poked his tongue out at him which he only scoffed.
He was surprised to turn his back and saw Chrono and Mimic passed out on the ground.
"...Weaklings." he simply said.
They didn't had the same stragy that you did honey because if you smelled that shit you would be knocked out too.
Chisaki was tired already and was pleading to whoever was listening that you came back home earlier than expected.
"Two days Kai Chisaki... Two days..." he growled as he dodged again from a jerk of baby food coming right at his face.
"Kaito I swear to god... just please eat this." He tried carefully feed his son the apple sauce but Kaito swatted his hand away.
"You little..." he contained his urge to swear as he breath in slowly.
When he oppened his eyes again he saw his son... eating the damn apple sauce with his bare hands... making a complete mess on his chubby face and dark brow hair.
"You must be joking...." just when he sayed that the baby burbed and a little of vomit landed on his clothes.
Chisaki's eye twitched... he swears that he was doing on purpose at this point.
"Have anything else?" Asked sarcastically the tired man, shortly after regreting when he heard a faint fart.
"Kaito for the love of-" he almost shouted if he wasn't so good at self control.
The worst part is that every time he almost losed his pacience his son only laughed harder and even sometimes made more messes for him to clean up later.
You came back one day earlier; can't standing the longing for your two favorite boys; and started to look for Chisaki.
You find your husband, sitting on the couch as he sometimes rocked the crib he placed on the living room.
You sitted by his side and greeted him as you enveloped your arms around his arms. Chisaki sighed in relief and leaned his head against yours for a bit.
"How did it go?" You whispered before Chisaki looked you dead on the eye.
"Babies are disgusting... Especially this one." He pointed with his covered chin at the sleeping boy in front of you.
You giggled quietly as you kissed his cheek lovingly.
"I swear, this brat was enjoying my frustation." He rested his chin on the top of your head "Your a warior my angel... you deserved this break from Kaito honestly, but don't go out again..." he closed his eyes, smelling your sweet scent.
He missed this... 6 days were too much for him... He wanted his angel...
"My poor knight, he really tired you out huh?" You kissed under one of his eyes, before he took of his mask to kiss you properly.
"Well, at least it wasn't a complete disaster like I imagined." He said nuzzling your nose with his.
You two were interrupted by a loud yelp, Kaito happily making grabby hands at you as he pronounced some incoherents words.
Chisaki groaned as he buried his face on the crook of your neck as you eargly bringed Kaito into your lap.
"Hi my baby! Did yoi have fun with daddy?" The baby gargled a response as he tried to reach your nose "Really? Tell me more about it!" You poked his nose emiting a cute giggled from the little boy.
He honestly have no fucking idea how vould you understand what Kaito said, but that didn't stop him from smiling in your neck and oppening one eye to watch at his son playing with you.
Looking at him right there it didn't seemed like he was a ball of dirt and filth... But somehow his son looked so bright, almost reaching the light that he saw on you... but still not enough.
"What? All of that? Geez daddy is super cool right?" The baby giggled as Chisaki rolled his eyes scoffing, lifting his face from your neck.
"He did not say that."
"Of course he did!"
"No, knowing this brat, he probably just sayed something about me being a fool or how he enjoyed seing my suffering."
You burst in laughter when your baby giggled and Chisaki pinched his nose as a revenge.
The little devil had seemed to just nod at comfirmation of his father comment....
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king-finnigan · 4 years
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I Found Something In The Woods Somewhere - Chapter 2
You can also read this on AO3!  M A S T E R L I S T
A/n: Special thanks to @panlesters​ for being my beta! This is chapter 2 of 3, btw. I’m working on part 2 of my Wasteland, Baby series at the moment, which will start posting about a week (or so) after I’ve posted chapter 3 of this fic, so follow me on tumblr or on AO3 @smol_squish if you want to get notifications for that! As always, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy, and don’t hesitate to leave a like and a comment if you feel like it!
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He closed his eyes, tiredness weighing him down, and he considered climbing a tree and sleeping in it, when he heard a small, pained noise behind him. He had forgotten about the fox.
He turned around, sheathing his bloodied sword, and walked over to where the creature was still laying on the fallen leaves. He kneeled down next to it, hand resting against the side, right above its quick heartbeat, fingers threading through the soft fur. He regarded the wound in its hind leg, still seeping blood, bone exposed. He could only imagine the pain it was in.
Slowly, quietly, he unsheathed his dagger. It was still dirty, dried flakes of week-old Kikimora blood clinging to the blade, but it would do the job of releasing the animal from its suffering well enough. He sighed. “I’m sorry it had to go like this, you deserved better.”
He raised the knife, pressing the sharp tip against the pelt poking out beneath his fingers, still curled in the soft fur. The heaving ribcage threatened to impale itself, and the fox made a pained sound. Geralt looked to its head, his yellow eyes meeting those of a striking colour, like the sky on a clear summer’s day, like the ocean in the south, like cornflowers in a spring field. It was a blue he had only ever seen once before.
He sighed, and the fox lay his head back down on the fallen leaves. “I’m sorry,” he said once again, his voice barely more than a whisper. He pushed the blade down, piercing the fur easily, stabbing the creature in its heart. The fox shuddered one last breath, before stilling, the blue eyes staring ahead, unseeing.
The Witcher sat there for a few seconds, quietly mourning the loss of an innocent life, one hand still in the red fur, the other around the dagger, sticking out between the ribs. He looked up again as the clouds drew back, sunlight shining on him. He frowned, when he realized the sky above was just as grey as before, and looked down to the fox, as the light grew in intensity, blinding him.
He raised an arm to shield his face, blinking furiously to clear his vision from the black spots the brightness had caused. He felt the heat on the lower half of his face subside, and he lowered his arm again, still barely able to see anything. He rubbed his eyes, a headache starting to form behind his forehead.
He opened his eyes again, and they widened as he took in the sight before him. His breath stopped in his throat, face growing pale, and he started to tremble uncontrollably.
There, in the dead leaves in front of him, lay Jaskier’s body.
His shaking hands reached up to ghost over the Bard’s bare side, one of them eventually settling on the pale face, skin still warm underneath his fingers. His cornflower eyes stared ahead, to the edge of the clearing, blue and unseeing, the usual spark in them gone, forever. Geralt closed them softly, his hands moving of their own accord.
He felt numb, out of touch with reality as he looked to his right, seeing a gaping wound in Jaskier’s left leg, bone exposed, still seeping a bit of blood. His eyes travelled up to the face again, but stopped as he saw a familiar, silver glint. It was his dagger, still sticking out from between the Bard’s ribcage, where Geralt had pierced his heart.
It felt as though a dam broke inside him, feelings suddenly overwhelming him to the point where he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. He had done this. He had murdered Jaskier.
For the first time in his very long life, the Witcher screamed in agony.
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He awoke with a start, and realized he had fallen asleep while riding Roach. He heard a soft squeak and looked down at the bundle in his hands, blue eyes staring up at him questioningly. “It’s fine, just a dream,” he muttered and looked ahead again. They were on their way to the town of Kirekwall, which wasn’t far from the village that had requested his help with the Kikimora.
He had rushed his way down the hillside, Jaskier wrapped in an old shirt, the wound in his hind leg bandaged. He had asked for a healer in the nameless village, and they had pointed him to Kirekwall, where a Mage supposedly lived. He could see the silhouette of the town, dark against the purple and pink of dawn.
He leaned forward, careful not to hurt the Bard, and thanked Roach quietly for letting him sleep. He leaned back again, slowing the mare down as they entered the town. It was medium-sized, next to a major trading route, which had made the inhabitants rich. Their wealth showed in the clean cobblestone streets, the big, sturdy houses, and their fancy clothes, vain expressions on their faces as they looked at him disapprovingly from clear windows.
He paid no mind to it, instead steering Roach to the first inn he saw. He dismounted carefully, making sure not to hurt Jaskier. He pointed to his mare. “Stay.” She obliged, as always, and he went inside, walking straight to the innkeeper.
“Where can I find the Mage?” His voice was low, demanding, and the pot-bellied man behind the counter cowered a bit, pointing behind him.
“She lives down the street, sir. Purple door, can’t miss it.” The innkeeper winced as Geralt slammed a coin on the bar, sighing loudly in relief as the Witcher went back outside, hushed whispers and lingering stares following him.
He took Roach’s reigns, striding deeper into the town. The innkeeper had spoken true, and Geralt soon found himself in front of a cottage, squeezed between the two-story houses around it. He slammed his fist against the purple-painted door, as he held Jaskier softly to his chest.
No reaction could be heard from inside, and he looked down at the Bard, who cocked his head, squeaking lightly. “Try again maybe?” He seemed to say, though there could be a million different ways to interpret the squeak. A small part in the back of his mind noted the fact that the edges of Jaskier’s irises seemed to rust, an orange-y brown creeping in on the bright blue.
He pushed the thought away, looking at the door once again, knocking it loudly once, twice. This time, he could hear stumbling inside, and the door was swung open wildly.
“What do you w-“ Yennefer’s sentence was cut short by her surprise, as she saw Geralt. She groaned and the Witcher shuffled a bit in place.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you, but it’s urgent.” He hated the way his voice sounded awkward, but Yennefer just rolled her eyes, and stepped aside, purple eyes following him intently as he walked past her, into the cottage.
He found himself in the living room, that doubled as her study. In the middle of the floor stood a large wooden table, littered with books and all sorts of herbs and vials. The shelves on the walls were overflowing with books and potions as well.
With one swoop of her arm, she cleared the table, and looked at him expectantly. “Well go on, lay the Bard down.” He did as she had demanded, looking at her in surprise. She rolled her eyes at him again. “Yes, I know it’s him.”
Geralt shrugged in response, lifting a stack of papers from a chair and putting it on the ground, pulling the chair to the table, and sitting down. Jaskier seemed angered as Yennefer bent over him, poking at his head with one curious finger. The Bard batted a paw at her, growling in warning.
“Well, he still seems to hate me.” She looked up at Geralt. “You sure you want him changed back? I mean he’s a lot less loud right now, and a lot cuter.” That earned her another snarl from the Bard, and she chuckled.
Geralt sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Please, can you help him? At least with the wound?”
She lifted her hands up in defeat. “Fine, fine. I’ll see what I can do to heal him, and then I’ll find a way to break the curse, I guess.” She pointed at him. “But you better leave me the hell alone after this.”
He sighed again, sagging in his chair, as she unwrapped the bandages from Jaskier’s leg. There was no use in telling her this was all a big coincidence, some cruel twist of fate designed by Destiny herself. He tried to ignore Jaskier’s squeaks of pain, sharp, tiny nails burying themselves in the wood of the table as Yennefer cleaned the wound and cast a healing spell.
She pulled up another chair, sitting down next to the Bard, compass in her hands. “Alright, I will make a tracking spell that will lead you to whoever made the curse. Though, for some reason I doubt they’ll be of much help. The spell on Jaskier doesn’t feel hostile, more… pure, good.” Geralt cocked his head.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jaskier swivelled his head between the pair, blue eyes curious.
She sighed, rubbing her forehead a bit. “I don’t think whoever made this had bad intentions. I just… don’t know why they did this, if that’s really the case.” She shrugged, sitting up straight, holding the compass in her flat palms.
She gazed at it intently, muttering a few words in Elder, and the object lit up, a soft light surrounding it. Jaskier looked at it, then at her, cocking his head, ears perked up. A small squeak, and Yennefer rolled her eyes.
“Yes, it works, Bard.” Another squeak, this time lower, more decisive. “Yes, I know it’s still pointing to the north, I can see that. Just trust me, it works.” She all but slammed the compass on the table, and stood up, stalking into her bedroom.
She returned a few moments later with a large piece of cloth. “Here, you’ll need this,” she said as she threw it in Geralt’s lap. He looked at her questioningly. “It’s a baby sling. You can use it to carry the Bard without having to use your hands.” The Witcher decided not to question why she had it in the first place.
Jaskier squeaked indignantly, and she looked at him. “What? Do you seriously think you’re going to be able to keep up with Roach with that wound?” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Absolutely not. This is the safest way.”
Jaskier let out a whine, laying his head on his front paws, and Yennefer shrugged, looking at Geralt once again. “Now, go, you need to hurry.” She shot a look at the Bard, lowering her voice. “I don’t know what long-term effects this spell might have on him.”
Jaskier’s head shot up, letting out a long whine, and Geralt swore he could hear panic in the sound. He looked down at the Bard, then back into Yennefer’s purple eyes. He stood up, taking the baby sling, managing to fasten it properly around himself. Jaskier let out a small squeak as the Witcher picked him up by the waist, safely depositing him in the cloth, against his chest.
“Don’t worry,” he half spoke to the Bard, half to the Mage. “I won’t let anything happen.”
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He had to admit, carrying Jaskier in the sling wasn’t as uncomfortable as he had expected. They were riding north, and once in a while he made a passing comment to the Bard, earning him a squeak or a nudge with the wet, black nose in return. He stared intently at the compass, and after a few hours it started to point to the northeast.
He smiled. She had been right, as always. Her tracking spell had worked. Soft fur tickled his chin as Jaskier looked at the view, head moving from side to side. Another squeak, as the Bard looked at the forest. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” He seemed to ask, and Geralt hummed in agreement. He couldn’t really explain it, but some part of him always found some sort of translation for the squeaks and whines. He had no way of knowing his interpretation was right, of course, but so far Jaskier hadn’t seemed to complain about his responses, so he figured he was pretty spot-on.
More than once he found himself smiling at the Bard’s soft noises, at the warmth on his chest, at the knowledge that Jaskier was safe, for now. He realized he had missed Jaskier, more than he would’ve liked to admit, and his mind flashed back to their painful separation, now over a year ago.
He cleared his throat, and blue eyes looked up at him. “I uh…” He had no idea what to say, but he tried anyways. “I’m sorry, for what happened. On the mountain. I shouldn’t have said those things, I was wrong, and you deserve better.” He stared ahead, not daring to look down at the Bard.
A wet nose touched his chin, and he finally tore his gaze away from the horizon. Jaskier whined softly, voice hopeful somehow. “It’s okay, I forgive you,” he seemed to say. Geralt smiled, relief flooding through him as he saw the familiar twinkle in those blue eyes, rusty brown at the edges of the irises.
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They rode on for five more days, barely resting, trekking across half the Continent, before ending up in the mountains near Kaer Morhen. The days were growing shorter, wet snow starting to fall as they struggled their way up a mountain path. Jaskier shivered, burying himself deeper into the sling, in search of Geralt’s warmth.
The Witcher worried as they went up the slippery slope. The Bard seemed to have… changed somewhat in the past few days. He had seemed different three times, to be exact. His blue eyes had lost their familiar sparkle, and he had clawed and scratched at Geralt’s armour, hissing as he did so. He had even tried to jump out of the sling once, biting at the Witcher’s hand as it held him in place.
Afterwards, he had acted normal again, all inquisitive squeaks and huffs, blue eyes sparkling and curious as to what had angered Geralt, rust around the irises. The Witcher had just shaken his head, deciding not to worry the Bard with the suspicion that had started to form in the back of his mind.
The compass now shone brightly in his hand as they stopped in front of a small opening in the mountain side, a curtain of vines shielding the cave. He frowned, as the vines usually only grew in the south, and definitely not in this time of year. Surely, some kind of magic is happening here.
He dismounted, pausing for a second before pushing the vines to the side, walking into the cave, hand on his sword. It was warm inside, a firepit in the middle of the stone floor, finely carved wooden furniture around it. Flowers were painted all over the walls, and leaves were drawn on the floor.
A young woman stood at a cupboard, her back turned towards them. Golden curls hung down the back of her forest green dress, and she was about five feet tall. Geralt stood there for a few seconds, unsure of what to do, but her voice rang out, clear as a silver bell. “I’ll be right with you, Witcher!”
She rummaged some more, the rustling of paper and the crackling of fire the only sounds filling the cave. Eventually, she turned around to face the pair, broad smile on her features, light green eyes twinkling in delight. She looked young, around twenty years old, though she was undoubtedly a lot older than that, as almost all Mages were.
Yet, she seemed youthful in another way, as well. Her features were bright with hope, a fundamental belief in the goodness of this world. It wasn’t naivety, as Geralt had seen that many times before. This was a genuine goodness, a truthful kindness, like there wasn’t much left of these days. Somehow, it made him feel lighter, as if he had just stepped on a cloud.
“How can I help you?” Her voice was high and joyful, her features shining like the sun.
“I uh…” He had expected a lot of things, but certainly not this. He couldn’t exactly fight his way out of this situation, demand the spell to be broken. He just had to ask nicely. “My friend here is under some sort of spell, can you help him?” He pointed awkwardly at Jaskier.
The Mage approached, cocking her head at the Bard. She ran a small finger over Jaskier’s cheek softly, and he closed his eyes contentedly, sighing a bit. “I can see that, Geralt of Rivia.” She frowned, the displeased look strange on her young face. “And I can sense that the spell is from my hand.”
She looked up at him, worry in her eyes. He held up the compass. “A tracking spell led us here.”
She frowned again, looking at Jaskier, bright blue eyes meeting green ones. She sighed. “I remember now. I sold a transformation potion to a man who was passing through here, a few weeks ago.”
Geralt struggled to hold back a groan. Great, more searching.
She continued, though: “I told him he needed to put something in the potion, a part of the animal he wanted to turn into, and then create a safe-word.”
His ears perked up at that, and he looked at her curiously. “A safe-word?”
She nodded absentmindedly, a faraway look in her eyes, as though she had been transported back to the day in question, and barely registered the Witcher in front of her anymore. “Yes… Something someone close to you can say, that will make you turn back into a human.” She furrowed her brow, voice turning weak, talking to herself more than to Geralt, tears forming in her eyes. “He told me he wanted to turn into a bird…”
She looked back up at him, her eyes suddenly and surprisingly clear, her voice strong. “He used my magic to hurt someone.” Her hand shot up to grab his arm, her grip vice-like, fire in her eyes. “Find him, Witcher. Make him pay.”
He nodded, eyes wide, and she let go of him, turning on her heel to rummage through the cupboard she had been searching earlier. She returned, yellow potion in hand. She took the compass from his hands, pouring the liquid over it. The object shimmered, the needle spinning around wildly a few times before stopping at south.
“It’s another tracking spell,” she said as she returned the compass to Geralt, “it will show you who did this to your friend.” She took a step back, suddenly, and extended her hand. The Witcher took it, shaking it once or twice, fingers curling around the piece of paper she had left in his palm as she retrieved her hand.
“Good luck, Geralt of Rivia. I really hope your friend becomes human again.” He nodded at her, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone. The cave had become empty, the fire had died out, and the stone walls and floor were barren, bleak in their greyness.
He looked down at Jaskier, who cocked his head. “I don’t know, don’t ask me where she went,” he seemed to say. Geralt shrugged, and left the cave, mounting Roach and setting out to the valley below, tiny piece of paper still clutched in his hand.
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That evening, by the fire, Jaskier fell asleep next to him, head in Geralt’s lap as he sat there, cross legged, waiting for the moment the Bard’s breathing deepened sufficiently. Carefully, as to not wake the other up, he opened the piece of folded paper he had held in his hand most of the day. The handwriting was neat and round.
“A warning I didn’t want your friend to hear. After ten days the spell becomes permanent. Your friend will lose his humanity and remain an animal forever. You may have already seen changes in his behaviour. Hurry.”
Geralt felt his breath stop in his throat, his heart skipping a painful beat. He hid the note in his sleeve, shaking Jaskier slightly. The Bard squeaked tiredly, and looked up at him.
The Witcher tried to keep his voice steady as he asked: “How long were you a fox before I found you?” Jaskier blinked at him, before gently scratching Geralt’s leg three times. Three days.
Geralt nodded, and tried to keep the panic from his face. Eight days had passed since the spell had been cast on Jaskier. They didn’t have long.
The Bard yawned, and drifted back into sleep, eyes blinking closed, the colour of rust taking up half the irises, closing in on the blue.
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ROTTMNT: Human AU, some design HCs and random HC
@bootyyshaker9000 This is so long i'm so sorry i just gonna make a post about it i don't wanna flow your dms or anything, so I wrote this down in paper and in spanish so forgive me if my english is shitty and it took so damn long, btw HI!!!~ How you doing honey?
My Heart Ache a Lot (cuzhessopreciousicantbrah)
~ My son Mikey I can't let anybody hurt you. (Btw, Leon call him Miguelito). He struggles a little with puberty, mostly with ocasional acne. His brothers constantly remind him of being careful to not get scars from pinching the pimples obsessively.
~ MIXED BRAH U CANT' TELL ME OTHER WISE, 1/2 cups of african-american and 1/2 cups of latino spice and PUFF yOU GOT CINNAMON ROLL THAT COULD ACTUALLY KILL YOU.
~ Cocoa skin (with that yellow undertone, you know?). Thin hair, curly, natural and the most bouncy-est(?) hair, a little above the chin lenght, tied up in a bun when he's busy making art.
~ Button nose, surrounded by some freckles. With really big, almond eyes. His face gets pinkish when it's to damn hot, he's doing to much work or is REALLY angry.
~ I think I gotta bring up how nice his smile is, he got that smile, that shows up just his upper teeth row, the upper lip disappears and it goes way up his cheeks and then it sinks in his dimples. Art.
~ Mikey ain't that young but his height, complexion and even facial features makes him look a lot younger in comparison to his brothers, he could be like 25 and ppl would still think he's in highschool, never aging ppl.
~Had this beautiful dreads, with the tips colored differently once in a while. Now he's growing his hair to have larger dreads, so he can paint em a different color each and have em in high up-do, like a rubberband ball.
~ Mikey would wear every fucking color, get the fuck away with toxic masculinity p l e a s e. Fits anything 10/10. But loves sports clothing (Matching ones are the BEST) he find's it refreshing and really comfy since Miguel is really active, so if he's needs to go usain bolt he GOES OFF and you can imagine sneakers don't last with him. Probably, every single piece of clothing he owns has at least a minor stain from some sort of paint.
~Wears headbands, sometimes really neat designs and then straight out "what the hell is this vomit stain garbage Mikey?" (from Donnie, mostly).
~ Has fake piercings. He's got several in his ears. He wants to have em for real, older brothers just keep telling him that "when he gets older".
Plus: We all know how the turtles are sneaky sneaky, tricky tricky and rad skillyz skillyz being ninjas but in this human AU his brothers got nothing on him like he's flexible as hell, he comes down the stairs like the exorcist bitch or that other bitch on the ring and scares the shit out of Leon and Raph, can touch his calfs with his neck that kind of stuff. And he doesn't run, he travels back to 1955 to save Marty McFly ass.
Leonardo DABinci
~ Not so long ago I made a post about how Leon is a Latino, quote:
"I can clearly see how Leon is totally a Latino. Like: thick wavy hair, with really small monolid eyes, and medium light skin (latinos know what the hell i'm talking about, those kids that get told they have "ojos de chinito" and rock the neapolitan tanning: caramel where the sunlight hits, milky way where it doesn't and pink when it's too much sun for the day) and then Donnie is this asian™ bean, so, sometimes they are mistaken as blood related brothers (Mostly cuz the eyez) and the stripes are the tanning y'all."
~ In addition, recently someone WOKE™ me up and reveled to me as in a prophecy, that Leon is Half-Chilenian, Half-Argentinian.
~ TBH yall, i just want my boy to do his thing and do them Fornite dances while some dope ass cumbias are playing, this is straight up my dream for real.
~Leon got those damn thick eyebrows more than Raph, plucks em to give em shape.
~Has a lot of scars. Leon is very active as Miguel but he is a troublemaker. Got several scars from fights: face, knees, knuckles, arms, legs. And that one time he came running to get his juice, slipped and smashed into the stove glass.
~Has wavy thick hair, keeps the top messy and fluffy and the rest shorter, undercut typo.
~LEON. USES. GLASSES. Period. But don't use em regulary, mainly cuz he's so active and sometimes clumsy and would rather not buy glasses everytime he goes out.
(Donnie, probably): "Leon, why don't you use your glasses? You are making your eyes even smaller trying to read that sign"
(Dumbo): "No, no! que dices weon? I only need the glasses when i'm reading!"
~Loves stripes in his clothing. In any shape and thickness.
~Low-key uses Donnie button up shirts because he does think Donnie looks so well in em, but he's a little more broad than him (Thicc bacc, bicc arms) so he had tear some up, or pop a button or too.
~Guy who would wear anything and don't give a shit if he doesn't have a defined style. One day he's with that graphic tee, flashy bermudas and some sandals and the other day using some jeans, saggy big sweater, a beret and some fine boots.
~ Loves boots more than sneakers. Got good traction with em. But no one can replace las CHANCLAS i'm telling you, he's so comfortable flipping & flopping.
~ He's hairy. Really hairy. Don't shave, except the faice. He's got that baby face and the trace of where the beard could be. It ain't that thick sandpaper beard aftershave tho, Raph taught him the tricks to the silk road.
~Them sideburns tho, neAT-O.
~He ain't got former training, just some random stuff he's learned from Donnie and Raph. Nontheless, he's the trickster and can go dirty on fighting just to save his ass. But sometimes, his big mouth saves his dumb ass from trouble. (2/100 times, the other 98 times it makes it worse)
~Plus: He's into parkour a lot. Takes Mikey out so he can tag some walls uphigh. These trips are the reason he gets in fights more than his other brothers, he's gotta stick out for his brother in case shit goes down, but mostly because he's a loudmouth and sometimes he deserves it cuz he starts the fire tbh.
The thing goes RAP - PHA - PHA
~ Raph, my soft boy. He still BIG™, ain't ripped like a physiculturist, gotta admit, abs are in fact chocolate abs but got a chunky yet funky tone to it. Big ass arms, to strong to carry my depression and smash all my worries.
~ Obviously African-American, I just imagine this warm undertone to his skin. Thick eyebrows (plucks out his unibrow, and nothing more, that natural angled eyebrow perfect as it is).
~ Hairy complexion (but not as hairy as Leo) to pull out a balbo beard, faded to his hair, then starts the faded high top, (not that high tho) with that cotton natural hair (raph is just my dream tbh).
~ My boy rocks denim everything. But got this particular worn off denim jacket he treats like one of his extremities. It's kinda saggy, old, several splashes of god knows what substances... But he wears it like the most precious thing, his brothers got him for his birthday, selling candy bars and other sweet goodies. Made him cry like a bitch.
~ Snaggletooth fang. I got this random HC that Raph got it in a fight with one of his brothers when he was younger. His first tooth after his decidious teeth, he was so happy, finally "maturing" in his words. In his younger years he struggled a LOT with angry issues, (mainly, as the oldest, he understood a little big more about the rejection above the city for mutants, and built up this feeling of despite).
One day, one of his brothers made him really fucking angry, they got in a physical fight, that ended with his crooked fang, but yet, Raph is BIG and he can't measure his strenght sometimes. Then, his brother is crying in pain, screaming how bad can he treat his brother, as if he didn't love them, just as the people above.
He wasn't angry cuz the teeth (cuz he showed it off, like it made him an adult already), he broke down because he was always feeling so damn angry, being the oldest and yet he was beating their younger siblings over some dumb shit and treated them like people in the surface would. Raph is challenged each day, when he sees his face in the mirror, with the tooth projecting outwards as reminder of all the rage he had to let go to protect their brothers, to make a change on his perspective and emotions, to keep their family and himself happy.
I think this mind set change was the thing that settled Raph as a leader. He got stronger, not physicially, but mentally and emocionally, for the sake of his family.
This HC can be translated somehow to the Human AU but i'm not sure the origin of Raph's rage yet.
~ Would wear any shirt that has anything he likes, PLUS if it is in red. He just loves red. He's the only one obvious with their color preference. Red caps, shirts, jackets, pants and tons of sneakers.
~ Likes jeans but loves that kind of bermuda cut shorts and not all the way down pants. He's got some C A L F S with capitals.
~ Luckily, he does wear matching socks. (We can't see Don's most of the time but Raph shows more leg so).
~Wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist. Loves wrist accesories and probably would wrap around anything on his wrist.
~He's got that classic™ Rock Lee from Naruto bandages from training and work out and sometimes he's just to tired to take off the shin pads.
~Don't show em much but got some big ass brass knuckles in his pockets in case someone messes the fuck up with his brothers. (He would easily let go if it was just him, he's a master of templance, but be warned: not with his family)
Plus: Got one tatto, in his back, below the neck, this celtic rune (we know that celtic runes have several meanings, so he took one with various that would fit him) a Gebo, that can mean partnership, generosity and sacrifice.
DONNA TELL EM
~ For starts, Donnie is my asian bean. Creamy pale skin, monolid eyes, with that puffy under eyelid, of course noticeable dark circles, but he got that EYESMILE BOI. (You know that people who kept straight face but the eyes are just screaming happiness??? That kind of eyesmile)
~ Hair black, thin, straight cut (his hair is kinda wavy) at his shoulder's lenght, got that fade styling in the back tho, usually wrapped in a high ponytail/bun. (Mikey loves to mess with his hair).
~ He's got that thin eyebrow hair, so, he fills em up to make them thicker, so gives him more of an assertive feature. (Also he is jealous of Leo and Raph eyebrows, nontheless edge so sharp to cut a bitch) Got that hairless complexion so not much about facial hair.
~ Obviously keeps them THIGHS™. (So far, to me their complexion on the show is the same as in the human AU so... ) Jeans were invented to the sole purpose to fit Donnie so well.
~To wear, jeans are a go to, but damn sweatpants comfy AF. Big old sweatshirts, swearters and hoodies. Underneat, digs button shirts, short or long, never with flashy prints, yet some minor deco, (to him is all in the elegance....). Raph and Donnie share an interest on sneakers, so he can wear like 1 hoodie for 10 days straight but a different sneaker each.
~But wears missmatched socks like the fuck out of here BOI, looking neat and clean and you come out with this yeeyee ass bullshit.
~ Donnie hides the fact that he's riPPED under the hoodies and sweatpants often, (he's tall as shit and his brothers calling him spagethi bOI don't help much) so people make the assumption he's the weakest of his brothers. He's the only graduated on black belt on Karate and knows his shit on MMA. On his younger years he was indeed saved many times by Raph's strenght, Mikey's swiftyness and Leon's cunning. This "being the weak" complex got to his head and started training solo. His brothers are amazed of Donnie's self-improvement and he often disguises it as the "i did it so i wouldnt be the weakest, you better watch out when i supass yall" but they all know he suffered inmensely seeing his brothers hurt because of him, so if they go down he does too, to protect them.
Plus: Complementary headphones with neon designs, blasting nightcore, dubstep and DnB songs with every Donnie purchased.
BG:
In my AU, these kids grew up really poor. They learned the value of hardwork since they were really young. Like in the Teetle Universe, people see them as misfits. Especially, because they are a "patched up family" (they are not blood related) and being looked down by the economic factor, mostly.
They got some real internal issues. But, the only thing that keeps them sane is how tight their brotherhood is.
Donnie and Raph have a job and go to college. Struggle a lot with their younger siblings rebellious stage.
Leon and Mikey go to highschool and do some baked goodies or art comissions to have some sort of income. Ain't fond of school that much, real troublemakers.
April it's a freshman in college and has much more accomodated life, but somehow, she's always felt she doesn't belong to anywhere, until she meet our boys. April learns a lot of life hardships while hanging out with em.
This would be, basically the series:
April meets this guys, this is sort of a slice of life anime, with lots of comedy and fun shots, however it develops around April learning valuable lessons that will help her as an adult, about friendship, loyalty, respect, empathy and kindness, after all the things the boys are going through.
I'm not sure how am I gonna accomodate Splinter in this, but eventually I'll figure it out.
I'm not got at drawing but i'm gonna try to make some of their designs.
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Liquor Truths
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Requested: Anonymous
Word Count: 1370
Pairing: Natasha X Reader
Warnings: Drunk, descriptions/mentions of depression. ANGST!
Request: Hi!! Love your writing btw :D ok, my request is Natasha x fem!reader with ANGSTTTTT. Get creative girl! I don't care the ending lol just make sure you break my heart lmao (I'm a slut for angst) xoxo
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Maybe it was for the best. Maybe there was a reason for it. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
“[Y/n]?”
Your name shook you out of your dark thoughts, looking over your shoulder, you saw Steve approaching, with a cup of Asgardian liquor in it.
“Hey Cap. Some party, huh?” You gestured out towards the crowded common area where revelars were laughing and getting drunk.
Steve squinted at you suspiciously, but your pasted smile was perfected too much for him to see past it. He shrugged, taking a sip of the only alcohol that could give him a buzz, “You know Tony likes it, and thinks it gives good press, but you know I don’t really care for these things.”
You laughed, punching him lightly in the shoulder, “You’d rather be out there butting heads with hydra ops, we know.”
Steve flushed slightly, coughed, and raised his cup to his eye, “Stronger than I remember. I better lay off or else I be like Bucky here in a few.”
You and Steve both glanced over to the balcony where Bucky was making out with his own reflection.
“That’s probably for the best.” You took his cup from his hand and set it on the bar before turning and pushing him away from you, “Now go out there and mingle, people came to be wowed by America’s heroes.”
If Steve noticed that you didn’t include yourself in that category, he didn’t say anything. He smiled, ruffled your hair and walked away.
While it was true you were part of the Avengers, you didn’t feel like you deserved the same praise and attention as the rest of the team. You weren’t anything special. The most you could do was change your appearance into a mouse. That’s right. A mouse, and nothing else.
You glanced at the half full cup of Asgardian Liquor sitting before you. Glancing around the room confirmed that no one was paying attention to you. You knew that Thor said that it was not for ‘mere mortals’, but you needed something to get you out of your own thoughts.
“Here goes nothing.” You muttered before swallowing it all in one go.
“Huck! U-ack!” It burned something horrible and felt like fire going down your throat.
“[Y/n]! You okay?” The sweet honey toned voice of your girlfriend floated in the air before you. Your eyes tracked the soft words, following them back to ruby red lips.
Giggling, you gripped her arms, letting her hold your weight as you stumbled, “You sound pretty..hehehe...I sound sad.” You raised one hand and weaved it through the air in front of you where your words mingled with everyone else's.
“Oh my god, [Y/n]... How much have you had to drink?”
You frowned at the gruff tone of your girlfriend, tears welling up in your eyes, “Are you mad at me Natasha? Please, Don’t be mad at me…”
You turned your puppy dog eyes up to meet her emerald green ones, they swirled like oceans, drawing you in.
She blinked, drawing in a breath, before tugging you close to her and started walking towards your room in the tower, bypassing nosy guests. “Of course I’m not mad at you [Y/n].”
You cheered and nodded, “Good! Cause I hate myself enough already!”
“What? [Y/n]? What are you talking about?” You noticed that you were now in your room, wow, your girlfriend walked fast.
You ran from her arms and jumped onto the bed, leaping and trying to touch the ceiling, “Hehe. This is fun! Come on Tasha! We never have fun anymore!”
Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose, “I know we’ve been going through a rough patch lately [Y/n]. What with all the missions Fury has me going on, but I am not discussing this with you when you are obviously drunk. Now, sleep it off!”
She stormed out and slammed the door behind her, causing you to fall into a heap on the bed, staring after her.
The energy she left behind was a faded blue, raising your hand, you saw that your energy radiated a red.
“You were blue, and I was red, and together we created a violet sky. But Purple isn’t enough for you.” You murmured the words, vaguely recognizing them from some sappy quote thingy you saw on a wall once.
Fire rose in your eyes as yous talked across the room to the balcony of your room. Throwing open the french doors, you felt the wind tangle its fingers in your hair, its breath caress your cheek and tickle your ears as it spoke in silent whispers.
“Of course Fury wants her on all the missions, she’s more talented. More better….Murrr Avensher than meee.” You laughed as your words came out garbled and sloppy.
“Cush I only do tsiss…” Your body tingled for a minute as you suddenly shrank down into our mouse form. Squeaking, and stumbling, you gripped the side of the building with your paws and began climbing the side of the building up to the tippy top.
Once on the top you changed back into your human form, on your hands and knees, gaspiong for breath between hysterical laughter.
“Ishhhh better this way….maygeee.”
You crawled to the edge of the tower, and glanced down. The building seemed to be swaying from side to side. The moon called out to you in a haunting howl as the ground beckoned you with dark shadows and sweet surrender.
“Who would luve me? I’m brosken. Tattered. Not an avensher worth Natasha.”
Tears found their way down your cheeks in shallow rivers.
“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry!” You screamed out into the busy New York night.
“It’s better this way!”
“I’m not worth it!”
You were feeling everything tenfold. In the back of your mind, you figured it was the Asgardian Liquor doing this, amplifying the feelings and thoughts you already had.
“[Y/n]? FRIDAY says you climbed up here. Are you okay?”
You slowly stood and turned to face Natasha, Steve, and Tony. They all looked worried. Standing in front of the door to the fire escape.
You doubled over in laughter, the tears splattering the grey roof. You took a step back, which was also up, onto the edge.
Natasha jerked. Steve’s eyes widened and Tony grimaced, hands on his watch.
“No suits Tone tone!” You sang, as the realization hit him. He had Dum-EE doing repairs on the one suit he kept after getting back together with Pepper.
“[Y/n]...you’re drunk. Let’s go to our room. Come here..”
You screamed as Natasha took a step forward, causing her to freeze.
Not once did the tears stop, they were a constant lullaby of despair.
“I’ve felt this way for a long time! No one noticed! I’m not worth saving!”
You heard your words, no longer garbled, now sharp as a knife, piercing the hearts of the three people before you.
Tony spoke gruffly, you could see the shimmer of water in his eyes, “[Y/n], I’ve been where you are, it doesn't have to end like this.”
You stared him down, “You have never been here. Because you are Iron Man. And you,” You turned to Steve, “ Are Captain America and you,” You looked at Natasha, your gaze dropping as your heart sang out to her, “You are Black Widow, the woman who owns my heart. Maybe it will still be beating when you scrape me from the ground.”
You edged closer to the ledge, the heels of your feet teetering close to the open space. The thousands of feet to the shadow covered ground.
“[Y/n], what are you talking about!? Get off the ledge, please!” You could smell and see the desperation and the love in her voice, but it wasn't enough. It was too late. It was better this way.
“I was never an Avenger. Let’s be honest. I’m not apart of this team, or this family. Goodbye.”
And with those last words, you let your body fall backwards.
“Noooo!”
The sight of the red hair of Natasha spilled across your vision as the wind rushed to cushion you. You smiled as you closed your eyes.
You were finally free.
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crazyfreckledginger · 5 years
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Donald Pierce x Bulimic!Reader - “Healing”
With the help of your boyfriend, you slowly heal from your eating disorder. When he unwillingly goes to work on a weekend you are left alone. Thankfully, he is there for you when a step back occurs.
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Requested on Wattpad: “Ok. It may be too much and if u don’t want to write it i completely understand. Can u do donald x bulimic reader? Like one day he finds out and she resists to recover because afraid to do so? Idk if that’s fine by u. I need this these days because i am struggling with my recovery lately. Anyway. Its ok if u r not comfortable with it. Love u btw ♥️”
A/N: Really sorry if this is innacurate, hope you like it though!
Warnings: potential angst, eating disorder, soft Donnie
It had been three months, three months since (Y/N) and Donald were together. It was the best time in his life, he saw her everyday, exposed all his love and affection to her, as well as his support.
His support was very important to her. It was rough, for her because she had an eating disorder.
But he was always there for her, helping her eat healthily and keep an eye on her until she digested the food.
It took some time to get used to but he was so proud at how strong she was. The girl was fighting like a champ every single day. He had never seen someone so strong, no matter how much she thought she wasn’t, he never held so much admiration for a single person.
Not that he ever did to anyone other than her.
(Y/N) snuggled into his chest, fisting his shirt as his fingers ran up and down her spine, eyes fixated on the screen. Her hands ran up and down his chest as he hummed at her touch, placing a sweet kiss against her forehead.
“I love you baby,” He sighed, pulling her closer in his embrace, nuzzling her hair. She blushed immediately, a small smile making its way on her lips as she hid her face in his chest. A small chuckled rumbled inside of him at her cuteness.
“I love you too,” She whispered.
Soon, his phone rang and he lazily picked it off the table beside the couch, muting the movie momentarily as he answered the call.
“Pierce,” He stated, staring at the girl’s hair as he played with it, her eyes peeled away from the screen to look at his face as it contorted to disgust and anger. The man kissed her forehead again hungrily, a pissed expression on his face.
“And why should I come today hm? It’s my day off remember?” He growled into the phone, the girl sat up in his lap, straddling it and cupping his cheek.
He looked up into her eyes, his expression softening immediately, reaching for an eager kiss. She smiled, loving how careless he was about his work when the girl was near him.
His lips captured hers softly, humming against her lips, thankful that his boss interpreted the sound as a confirmation of hearing and understanding what he was saying when in reality he was really really enjoying the kiss.
Cupping her cheek in his human hand, he pulled her down, kissing her deeper and rolling over her body. His fingers wrapped around her neck softly, squeezing it lightly as his tongue licked her lips, smiling and nuzzling against them.
She grinned shyly, sliding her arms around his neck and pecking his nose. His smirk disappeared instantly because of the phone, grumbling something under his breath as he hid his face in her neck, licking and kissing her neck.
“Yeah yeah, I’ll be there in 30,” He grunted, hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room.
The girl gasped as it hit the wall and fell in pieces.
“Donnie!” She chuckled with a scolding face. It was comical how careless he was, not even moving his head away from her skin to throw the phone and certainly not looking up to see it break.
“I don’t want to go,” He mumbled, not having to look at his face to know he would be pouting.
“I don’t want you to go either, but you have to baby, you have prioritises” She explained, running her fingers through his hair.
“You’re my first priority,” His voice was slightly muffled as he buried his face in her neck deeper, hugging her waist tightly.
She blushed as he released a sigh.
“But the only way I can spoil you with everything you deserve is to actually work and make some money,” He used his palms to sit up, eye level to her and gazing at her lips.
“Do you mind if I go? I’ll only be a few hours, three max.” His mouth ghosting over hers. Her eyes tore away from his, staring at the same thing.
“No, go, we can continue later,”
He smirked, nodding and kissing her lips roughly before standing up and walking to the bedroom in search of his work clothes.
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Hunger, a lot of it. The girl felt guilty. She knew she would eat a lot. Her routine was going well but Donald wasn’t here at this time.
Her hunger was as intense as the guilt she was feeling if she decided to do something about it.
She couldn’t focus on the movie anymore, she needed to eat now.
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“Babe, I’m home,” His voice announced. He kept his promise, only leaving for two hours.
“Babe?” He frowned when he didn’t hear an answer. Marching to the living room, he humphed upon seeing the room completely empty. Gulping nervously, he raced around the apartment frantically, until he heard sounds coming from the bathroom.
“Baby?” he knocked on the door, sticking his ear against it.
“Yes,” A small grumbled answered from the other side. His eyebrows furrowed again.
“Are you okay?” He sighed, placing his head against the door.
“...yes,” She whispered.
“Baby,” He cooed, “can I come in?”
“No, please,” Donald’s face fell at her voice, “I’m s-so sorry,” She sobbed. His head shook, not in disappointment but in worry.
“I’m coming in.” Is all he said. Turning the doorknob, he was able to open it even if it was locked, it was an easy trick he learnt at the military.
His heart clenched at the sight of her. She was hunched over the toilet, her face had turned three shades paler, and her eyes seemed exhausted. It smelt like vomit.
“Baby, what happened?” He asked in alarm, dropping to his knees and placing his hand on her back, rubbing circles lightly. His other hand caressed her hair before pulling it out of her face.
“I’m s-so sorry, I can’t d-do this, it’s too much,” She whispered, her voice cracking. He only now realised her red eyes and flushed cheeks.
Pierce’s expression was unreadable before he handed her a tissue. Blowing her nose and cleaning a face, she put the towel in the toilet, turning back to her boyfriend in fear.
He took a deep breath, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her against your chest. She buried her face in his neck, fisting his shirt.
“Don’t be sorry baby, you have done so much improvement, there is always a stepback,” He reassured, kissing her forehead.
“You’re not mad?” She released a shaky breath.
“At you? Never baby, you’re the strongest person I have ever met.” His eyes were filled with admiration as he cupped her cheeks to move her orbs to his, “there is always a set backwards, and I know you hate that, but I’m here to reassure you that you are doing two steps forwards every time whilst you go backwards once. That’s still improvement isn’t it?” His fingers trailed along her cheek.
She nodded slowly, “I guess so,” (Y/N) mumbled. He smiled lightly, holding her tightly.
“What did you eat and how long did you take to eat it?” He muttered, burying his lips in her hair.
“I ate anything edible in the fridge in half an hour,” She gulped. The cyborg hummed, nodding softly.
“Good thing we haven’t gone to the supermarket yet, you might have eaten a lot more,” He rocked the both of them slowly. She hummed in agreement, burying her face in his chest, catching her breath.
“Thank you,” The girl whispered.
“Hm?” He asked.
“Thank you for being here for me,” He smiled, biting his lip lightly.
“Anything for you baby, I love you so much!” His heart swelled, pulling her close before putting his arm under her legs and standing up, carrying her bridal style to the couch.
“I love you too,” She smiled shyly, hiding in his neck with a blush.
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⏏ Keiko/Yuriko, ✎ Killian/Yoko, ✿ Manami/Ichiro (This is actually true btw) :3
I love all of these??? So much?? Thank you so much!!!! I hope you like it!!
⏏: Our muses decorate a new apartment together - with new paint and all!
It was actually unexpected, but both girls didn’t mind what was going to happen! They were chosen to be temporarily roommates for a while and they had the freedom to paint the the whole room! The two were already close friends since they were part of the NGM, but it was rather surprising that from all possibilities- they were still able to be a pair chosen to live in the same room!
Keiko was currently carrying all the paint brushes and also some other decorating materials which was going to be used for the room. “Yuriko!” She began smiling brightly before placing the stuff she was holding down on the floor. “Our room will look so great once we finish!” The girl with glasses was very enthusiastic about the whole thing, and it would be a lie if Yuriko didn’t feel the same way.
She began tying her hair up into a high ponytail to make sure that her hair won’t get in the way while she’s making the room look better with one of her closest friends. “It will, I’m sure of it~!” She playfully nudged her new roommate. “We’re going to make this so pretty that even Koichi has to admit something in this world is prettier than him!”
Keiko laughed at the tiny joke she made and she watched as Yuriko began carrying the paint buckets to bring it closer to Keiko. The next thing the taller female did was pick up the ladder to bring it closer to them in case they wouldn’t be able to reach some parts by themselves. Once everything was ready, Keiko jumped in happiness. “I’m so ready for this!!”
Yuriko had a tiny smile on her face. She always loved this little ball of sunshine, and if anything happened to her- she’s sure that she’s going have to fight a bitch. “I am too~!” Yuriko had to admit, the excitement the other girl was showing made her feel even more excited. Now, you paint that side and I’ll paint this!”
After some hours of painting- they were finished with the gradient colors of purple, black, blue and pink… It actually looked like space! The only thing missing was the stars on the roof. Yuriko was currently holding the ladder while Keiko was placing the stars. She wanted to do it, and they both agreed with it! “Be careful, Keiko!”
“I’m always careful!” Keiko began tiptoeing as she placed the last few ornaments of stars. “I heard that if we turn off the lights it’ll start growing and-” She turned her head around to look out the window.
Wrong timing, SoreNa. Wrong Timing.
Keiko fell down from the ladder because of her soul coming out of her body once she saw her favorite ship and she was instantly caught by Yuriko, a happy sigh escaping from her lips. “My, My… Just when you said you were always careful.”
✎: Our muses find a magical pencil - everything drawn becomes real!
The two writers decided to write together in the room while sharing ideas with one another! They talked about their ideas so much, that they actually forgot that time existed. Right now, they were just leaning on the wall and writing… Well, at least that’s what Yoko thought. 
Yoko stopped writing for a moment since she saw Killian making different movements with his hands. She decided to move closer to look at what he was doing. She was one of the people who he allowed to do this anytime she wanted- and she felt honored that she didn’t need permission from him. “Oh! I’ve never seen you draw before~!”
Killian stopped drawing for a moment and he scratched the back of his head, a sheepish smile on his face. “Well… I don’t do it a lot, but I sketch time-to-time. It happens when I’m trying of how to word things and a random sketch happens.” He explains to her. He wasn’t the best in drawing, but he did find it fun if he had to think about something. “It’s supposed to be a creature for the fantasy story I’m making for Suzumi to read and-”
Before they continued talking- a light shone from the paper and it was so bright that they both had to close their eyes shut. Once they opened it again, a little creature with dragon like features appeared right in front of them. “Hmm? Wasn’t that the drawing you made?”
Killian grew pale as he changed his focus from the creature that appeared before them to the paper real quick. “… The drawing disappeared… This..” He didn’t know how to explain, considering that he tended to be more realistic. “This is impossible! What is this sorcery?” 
Yoko began petting the creature, humming happily while the creature acted like a cat. “It’s adorable, Killian~! It’s even acting like a cat! You’re a dad now!” She began joking around with him, and even if he knew it were jokes- he began flustering- even covering his face.
“Don’t say it like that…” He carefully placed his pencil down before he went over to the being. “I don’t want to be a dad… Not yet…” He softly mumbled and Yoko began laughing before patting his head. She always thought her new friend was amusing, and she always had fun with him!
“I was kidding!” She went away from the two for a moment before picking up the magical pencil they discovered. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to draw next!” She informed him about her next actions and he gave her a thumbs up, showing that he gave his consent. “I’ll draw one of my creatures now!”
Killian nodded. “Sure, sure. Go ahead. I don’t mind.” He carried the being that blew tiny breaths of fire or ice and placed it on his head. The being decided to mess up his hair a bit before sleeping and he couldn’t help but overthink about the whole situation. “Wait… BE CAREFUL WITH WHAT YOU DRAW!”
It was only now when he realized that Yoko wrote Creepypasta stories.
✿: One muse gives the other flowers… but they’re highly allergic and sent to the ER. [Ichiro and Tori belong to @polar-star-dorks!! Suzume, Masashi and Shigeo belong to @polar-stars!!]
Manami didn’t understand the reasons why her older brother disliked the Eizans. Nor did she understand why Suzume hated them too… Then Tori also showed hate towards another.The first Eizan she met was Naoki, and he never really did anything to hurt her. All he did was stare at her for a moment before walking away. It was nothing that bad, he might have been busy! At one point, Masashi and Shigeo approached her too! They even offered their services!
Now, she decided it was the best time to personally approach Ichiro! She never really had the time to talk to him, but she did offer him chocolates. She believed that everyone deserved some cookies or chocolates so they’ll know that they’re special. This week, she didn’t have time to do her usual sweets- so all she could do was pick up some flowers to offer it to the male.
She held the bouquet of flowers in her hands and she began running to catch up to the male. Her face brightened when she was able to be near him. This will probably be one of the only times she’d catch him off guard! “Ichi-chi!” She called out to him, and he knew who it was.
He felt his nose itching, and he had to sneeze a couple of times. Damn. Was there pollen around this area? He didn’t know that flowers would be growing in this location. He finally spun around, and he spotted the small female holding a bouquet of flowers with the happiest expression on her face. “... Kuga Manami-” He mumbles, and before he could continue, he sneezed again.
“Bless you!” She says, thinking that it was only a simple “sneeze”. “You see... I realized that you’re the one who didn’t say anything yet, so I thought that you might not like chocolates! so I got you flowers instead!” She handed it to him. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about your possible likes... I didn’t consider that you might not have a sweet tooth and-”
Her eyes widened as his eyes suddenly became red and he began rubbing it a couple of times, and there were some red spots on his skin. “Flowers are even worse-!” Manami began panicking and she quickly tossed the flowers away and began calling a local hospital. Her eyes began tearing up as she knew she gave him something worse. 
“H-Hello! We have an emergency here!”
Ichiro ended up in the hospital day and he began grumbling the moment he woke up. He cursed under his breath, but he knew that the girl knew nothing to him. Well, he could let out his anger on who he hates instead anyway. He sat up and he spotted the same female who attempted to give him a gift. 
She was currently in tears, but it wasn’t out of fear- it was out of worry. “I’m s-so sorry, Ichi-chi!” She began apologizing, even wiping the tears away from her eyes. “I decided to pay the whole hospital bill because this is all my fault...” She sniffed and Ichiro only stared at her... Why did she even care for him so much? He huffed before leaning backwards. He didn’t know how to react, if something- he only felt confused.
“Yeah. Whatever. It’s fine.” He shrugged. He had an image to keep, and he wouldn’t let anyone ruin it. He raised an eyebrow once he spotted a couple of boxes on his lap. “Is this from you?” He asked the only other person present and she silently nodded her head. He sighed a bit, hoping that it wouldn’t trouble him. “You didn’t have to.”
Once he decided to check what was inside- it were a couple of shades, piercings, rings and a bunch of other gifts that could have fitted the kind of person he is. Thug Aesthetic, if you may. He didn’t know... He didn’t know why someone was trying to be so kind to him. He literally did nothing for her. 
“Take that as... another apology gift... I don’t know if you’d like it but you don’t need to accept if if you don’t want it... I don’t really deserve to be accepted by you because I only cause you trouble...” She looked down at her clutched fists, trying to control her tears. 
Even if he did hesitate a bit, he was still able to say the only three words that she needed. “... Thanks, I guess.”
The girl stopped staring down at her hands to look at him. He was currently looking away from her, and she couldn’t see his face at all... What was the emotion he was showing? She would never know.
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captain-ak · 6 years
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Helloo! I have a (thor/loki/bucky)request the idea was basically the readers boyfriend dying and the reader going to a bar and drinking until thor/loki/bucky come take the reader home. Basically I had the idea form the quote "Six shots later im still looking at my hands trying to remember how it felt like holding you" Btw not knowing your name keep me up at night
Someone Worthy of You (Thor x reader)
A request by anonymous
Summary: Thor finds you grieving in a bar, and tries to help.
Warning: Alcohol.  Crying.  Emotions.  Thor love
Notes: I changed the prompt a little bit because I was not prepared to write about death.  So I went a little lighter–and AHAHAHA I am pleased to know that I keep you awake at night.  That’s just the effect I have on people I suppose, the great mystery that is my name me. ;)
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They were all blending together now…the words, the hours, the drinks.  You weren’t sure what number you were on, but it was higher than five, and you were pulling another shot of burning liquid to your lips.
You wouldn’t have recognized yourself sitting at the bar: hunched over, disheveled, drinking to mourn the loss of a guy.  One that you had broken up with, at that.  And yet there you were, vision blurring–though whether it was from the drink, or unshed tears, you couldn’t really tell.
You were one of the last patrons.  The bartender was wiping down his counter, looking at you in irritation expectantly every few seconds.  But you weren’t ready to leave…where would you go?
The front door opened with the small tinkling of a bell.  You stared down at your empty glass as a shadow fell over you.  And a deep voice said your name.
You looked up slowly, blinking, his figure blurring in front of you.  But Thor’s blue eyes could pierce through any haze.  He looked down at you in concern.
Swallowing, you turned back to your glass, waving to the bartender for another.
Thor took it from your hand, and put it out of your reach.  “What are you doing here?” he asked softly.
Your hands fumbled weakly after it, before you let them drop.  “I’m…celebrating,” you mumbled, voice shaking.  “My freedom.”
“Your…freedom?”  He sat down beside you, looking at your face.  “What about your suitor?”
You laughed–a watery, quaking sound.  “He’s…gone.  I told him…notta come back.”
The lines deepened on Thor’s face.  “Has he hurt you?”
“No.  But that girl, the one that…yeah, the one I found him with…that hurt.  That hurt me.”  You laughed.  And laughed again.  It ended in a quiet sob.  When you tried to drop your face to the bar, Thor turned you so you fell against his chest.  “I’m s-sorry…I’m being pathetic…”
“No!” Thor said immediately.  “You are not pathetic.”  His large, rough hand carefully smoothed over your hair.  “You’ve been wounded.  There is nothing pathetic about that.”
You sniffled.  Though you were sure that your makeup and tears would ruin Thor’s nice shirt, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.  He was warm, and solid, and comforting.  “B-but…I let him hurt me,” you murmured, squeezing your eyes shut.  “I let him.”
“You did no such thing.”  Thor’s arm circled your back.  “You cannot control his actions.  This man was a fool,” he said.  “You deserve someone who will never hurt you.  Someone who…admires you.  Worships you…loves you.”  His lips pressed together.  He brushed his fingers through your hair, impossibly gentle.  “…someone worthy of you.”
When you raised your head, he was gazing at you.  He quickly lowered his blue eyes.
“Thor…” you said softly.
“It does not need to be said now,” Thor promised.  He kissed your forehead, his bristly beard tickling your nose.  Standing from the bar, he pulled you against his side.  “Let’s get you home.  I recently learned the best Midgardian medicine to cure a broken heart.”
“Ice cream?” you mumbled, stumbling and relying on Thor for balance.
“…maybe…”
For the first time that day, you smiled.
Now, back to working on the other stuff in my inbox.  Thanks for reading! 
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Perming hair
Dyeing hair
Cutting hair
Getting piercings
Body weight
Tattoos
CONTAINS ENOUGH HATE AND UN-NEEDED CRITICISM TO LAST MILLIONS OF LIFE TIMES.
Okay, so this rant is gonna be weird as fuck, since it's about my hair and some piercings, but listen as I start talking about my hair. It's weird. It's straight somedays, curly on others, wavy on the others, and a combination of all three, though most of the time it's straight. It's also very, very, very thick and oily. Now, being in the end of my 3rd quarter of 8th grade, I keep telling people at school that I plan on getting a perm over the summer, since everyone is counting the days till then. But when I say perm, I mean tight-curls perm. Not even curls, more along the lines of coils. But everytime. Every. Single. Time. I say anything about getting a perm to someone with wavy/curly hair, they complain about how hard it is and how it'll be so much harder for me since; I'm not used to curly hair, my hair is too thick and/or my hair is super oily. All I want to do is turn and just fucking snap.
The only fucking reason my hair is straight and oily is because of the lice treatments I had to go through. I had those assholes all up on my head for 5 years straight. When I was a kid, I had to straighten my fucking hair everyday just to get it to cooperate. When I was a kid, I was fucking mistaken for a different race. My hair has always been thick, it was always silky and soft and it was in tight ass curls up until I was 5 or 6. I've experienced curly hair my entire life cause my step sister adopted triplet girls with hair that was on the verge of being kinky, but was still considered curly. I do their hair every fucking morning to this damn day. I have since they were adopted at 3 years old and that was 8 years ago. I was in my first year of having lice (I took precautions to make sure they didn't get lice. Luckily, it worked cause they never did).
I wanna fucking snap when people say to not get my hair permed into tight curls cause I won't be able to take care of them. I take care of curly hair every damn morning, 4 AM sharp, listening to babies cry when I only get 2 hours of sleep cause of my damn homework. Everything's good. I cope now, I will always fucking cope.
Two more factors make the complaining worse. Before I perm my hair, I'm getting it colored. Again, more complaining. Things like, "You'll damage your hair!" Or "Why would you color your hair, it's already so pretty." I might be doing two different colors, they might be bright and because of that, I have to bleach and color my hair. Don't get pissed because I don't wanna have basic brunette bitch hair like you (that's aimed at one person, not all brunettes. I luh u). I want to die my hair because I can. I'll perm my hair afterwards because my cousin, aunt and grandma, certified hair dressers, told me it was okay. I'm tryna live my life so back the fuck up.
Next thing, I wanna cut it, too. Before getting a perm, but after coloring it, I'm gonna try and get an undercut. More. Fucking. Complaining. "Sweetie, if you wanna color and cut your hair, you can't perm it. It'll look weird. I've tried it." Bitch. Does it look like I care about what you tried. You're pale, skinny and you have some fake ass lookin blonde hair. I am, on the other fucking hand, a delicious hunk of chubby Mexican (I'm trying to love myself more. Don't judge me). Me and you, we're completely different. I have an ass, some tits and some fat around my waist. You look like a sheet of horny construction paper (that shit feels weird...idk what y'all feel like, I swear). People may retaliate with;
"I'm not saying you'll be ugly, I'm saying curly hair and undercuts don't go well together." What if my main goal is to look ugly? To put shame to my last name (that rhymed bruh). Idgaf what you think. I'm cutting my hair, I'm coloring my hair and I'm perming this shit. I fucking live for coloring my hair, I've done it for the entirety of my middle school life. I miss having an undercut. Living in Florida with some dark ass, thick hair is hard, so the less hair, the easier my life (less shampoo and conditioner too). And my curly hair. I want that shit back. I didn't hate it then, but I also didn't love it, but. I. Want. It. Back.
So, with my hair, back tf up. Now some piercings.
My uncle does piercings for people. Yeah, total fucking pothead, but he's chill and good at his 3 steady jobs. He said, once I get old enough, he'd give me good quality piercings. Because we moved away from him, down to Florida (that was 5 years ago btw. I had ear piercings then. I also temporarily moved up to Michigan for like half a year, when he promised me), he hasn't given me my piercings yet. Over a video call, since he's overseas helping a friend move into a new house, he asked me what piercings I wanted so when he got back (I'd be halfway through my first quarter of freshman year) he could give me my piercings.
As many as I want, for no price at all. He's self employed so it's no problem, however my face/head area is all he'll do. I'm okay with it bc that's all I want. I tell him, with my bff and her bf sitting next to me. Her bf has his friend with him so he can hear me too, obviously. I say both ears and lips, possibly nose. My uncle says ok. He asks me what kind I'm considering for my ears. I say; standard lobe, upper lobe, helix and industrial. That's another ok. Then for my lips. I say; angel bites, snake bites, spider bites or shark bites. Again. Another okay. Then he asks for my nose. I say septum or nostril but the nose piercings weren't definitive. Again. That's okay.
My mom knows about this and she's okay with it. I'm my own person and what I choose to do needs to be dealt with by me. I face my mistakes, or I suffer. I choose to take some pretty bad ending risks but I learned. That's always been my lesson and it won't change. Face the consequences. My bff asks if she could get the same deal as I did. He says no but that he could lower the price significantly. She says okay, definitely happy, and her bf asks the same, getting the same response as my bff (he's cool with piercings. He had some. He just wants more). Now, my bff's bf's friend starts criticizing us, specifically me. We hate eachother so it was expected.
But this asshole. THIS ASSHOLE. Had the audacity to insult me on my choice of piercings. He's anti everything. Anti gays, anti abortion (this one is agreeable), anti Muslim, he's HORRIBLE (his personality filters into this. Believe what you want but if your personality is too evident in your opinion, DO NOT TALK TO ME. Especially if you're stuck up). I'm learning makeup atm so he goes down that road and calls me an ugly whore who deserves to die on the streets. Nice. But...same thing with the hair. I WILL DO WHATEVER I FUCKING WANT TO. IDGAF ABOUT YOUR OPINION. Don't criticize me because I want to get tons of piercings. He went down the path of racism, too, and called me a typical Hispanic bitch. Rebellious and dumb. I have nothing to say to this other than get tf out of my house. I turn to my friends and tell them if they agree with him to leave with him. They're actual friends so they stayed but he had to find his way home in the pouring rain. Don't be an ass to innocent people cause Karma's a bitch.
Anyway, I was called a hippy, spic, typical druggie, shitty person and retard (this word isn't taken lightly in my family. Don't call people that shit).
You know what, let's rant some more.
I'm a chunky motherfucker. I way well over 100 lbs but I ain't too close to 200. I'm almost 14 and I'm kinda short. Still growing, but short.
I have lots of body fat. Obese, depends on your definition of it. Fat, yes, but I can still rock some tight clothes better than anyone else. I've embraced my body fat. Yes, I'm currently researching healthy, lemme repeat, healthy ways to get rid of it, but I've embraced it and I now tell myself I'm cute whether people like it or not. It's strange since I've never done it before but it helps with depression.
Anyway, I'm chubby but I'm working on it. I need to glow up to rock my bullies' motherfucking worlds. This dude, idek who he was, comes up, calls me fat and walks away. I turn around and yell fuck you or fuck off or some shit like that. I'm making my way to class and this other kid trips me. When I hit the ground, he screams earthquake and runs.
I get up and walk my way to class like a civil person. Eventually, my mom, who works at my school, has to take me to the hospital cause I couldn't get up and leave my class at the end of the day. Why, you may ask? Well, I had;
minor whiplash
a sprained wrist
Scrapes on my knee that were so bad, they'll probably scar
My day sucked before that so it only got worse. Besides that, the whiplash is gone, my sprained wrist is healing nicely and it's just my knees that are still fucked up.
All that trouble because some bastard wanted to fuck with me cause I'm chubby. Stop being dicks everyone, unless that's your nickname.
Finally, the last topic. Tattoos. My other uncle, the twin brother of my piercings uncle, is a tattoo artist. Game addict, too, but, like, srsly, unhealthily addicted.
Anyway, if I can't do college, I have a guaranteed spot as a tattoo designer in his parlor. I'm trying to plan for college so it might not happen but, you never know. Besides that, he gave me a deal. As many tattoos as I want, for no price. All because I'm his only blood niece.
I said hell fucking yeah (I got a shoe thrown at me for it). He said as long as I designed them, he'd give me them. Okay, not too bad since I'm a 14 year old with college level art. First, though, I had to tell him what type I wanted. I said I wanted tribal, illustrative and possibly neo traditional.
I have designs for my illustrative tattoos. One for each important person in my life. My older brother, my younger brother, my mom, my grandma, my bff and my 1st dog. I was gonna try and do one for my husband/wife when and if I get married but I was warned about tattooing names of people I'm not related to on my body. Again, I might still do it. Anyway, those are for my illustrative tattoos. Then, comes my tribal tattoos.
I plan on asking my bestfriend and my mom to choose from a set of Moon Glyphs, which symbols best represent me. Whichever common ones they choose, will be hidden in a tribal tattoo on my ribcage. I also want a tribal on the top of my forearm and a tribal band around my bicep. I may just get arrows on the inside of my other forearm.
Neo traditional will probably be a worn down banner with flowers that has a saying in it. In another language, most likely, but there'll be a saying.
Anyway, I told my uncles this and my tattoo artist uncle said he was perfectly okay with it. My mom was chill with it, too, so everything was good. Until my great grandmother got ahold of the information. So many vulgarities.
Anyway, don't be a shithead when it isn't necessary. Let people learn from their own mistakes when said mistakes are revocable.
Luv ya and thanks for reading.
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•You never really go to parties and are always really uptight and we made fun of you for it/expressed frustration at this so you forced yourself to go to this party and shit you’re so sick and you won’t go home because we made you feel bad I’m so sorry how can I make it up to you?? (Keith is not a fan of parties but his friends eventually pester him into going to one despite being sick as a dog.)
(I started this fic with the intention of having it for whumpmas, so if that is not a testament to how slow I am as a writer, idk what is! Also, btw this is weird but I love when sicknarios I write get back to me, lol! And I did write this scenario with Keith and E from les mis in mind, so this is a great prompt! This is college au, btw, I find it kinda difficult to write alien parties lmao!)
Parties are the perfect culmination of everything Keith hates in life.
Bright, strobe, head ache inducing lights with a wide variety of flashing, psychedelic colours, ear piercingly loud music with a tremendous beat that makes his heart thump and thump and feel way too overwhelmed, warm, sticky bodies way too close too each other and making him feel suffocated, too much people, having fun and feeling free when Keith can only feel more trapped.
Too much people.
Too much.
Keith has spent so much time in solitude, in simplicity. And being thrust into a situation where there is too much all at once is alien to him, and he can’t help the rapid beating and thumping of his wild heart when he looks around for some sort of serenity.
Keith feels trapped in this room, the overwhelming humidity and heaviness of this air weighing down on him and compressing his lungs so he can’t breathe.  He hates watching all these people exhilarated, vibrant, alive. When he can only feel more lifeless by the second.
He feels like an alien like this. Like he isn’t part of this world. Keith doesn’t even feel like here’s here. He can’t even feel his body, he doesn’t feel like he’s connected to it, and he’s floating away. Looking down.  And he hates what he sees.
All Keith can feel is the pounding and raging headache that seems to pierce into his skull and the pain is only worsened by the tremors of the pulsating waves of sound from the obnoxiously large speakers that litter the place.
He didn’t even want to be here; Shiro had told him this would be good, that college was great, and he needed to start living that college life. Shiro said he needed to be more sociable, because he would make the best friends of his life here. Pidge would tease him , and so would Lance. And Hunk encouraged him kindly, and Keith did not have any energy to fight them. So he went. And he could not have regretted a decision more than this very moment.
Keith stumbles around the night club like he’s drunk, and he doesn’t have one single drop of alcohol in his body. If he can be drunk on a fever, he definitely is. Due to his feverish haze he’s lost Shiro and Pidge, and his only hope is finding Lance and Hunk who are probably the life and soul of the party.
In this haze he hasn’t even realised the tickle blossoming within his sinuses and before he knows it he’s doubling over with one loud, powerful sneeze that grates against his throat with no time to cover, and just aim towards the floor. He gets a slightly irritated look from some person, and honestly, he doesn’t even mind. Keith feels awful being this germ incubator in this tightly knit space. This cold is horrendous, and he’s probably just passed it on to a good three people and he feels terrible.
Keith stumbles and wobbles around the night club dizzily, the technicolor lights seeming like an acid trip he did not consent to, and it seems to be sending waves of messages to his brain to hurt and throb. He feels a tad bit of anger and bitterness towards Shiro, Allura and Pidge, and maybe a little bit towards Lance and Hunk, but in fairness to them, they hadn’t pushed him to go this particular evening, but they had in the past.
“You need to enjoy your college experience, Keith! Get out of your room for once, embrace your youth!” Shiro had told him, in a way that was so middle aged dad he wanted to tear his hair out but so perfectly Shiro he couldn’t help but be persuaded into it.
“Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Keith,” Pidge had whined.
“It’ll be so much fun, Keith! Plus, I heard that Lance is wearing a pretty cute outfit tonight,” Allura had teased, causing him to scowl knowing she had played with his heart and manipulated him with the promise of his crush looking cute.
And Keith couldn’t even find Lance, so there was about zero reason for him even being here.
As Keith continues to feverishly navigate around the crowded night club, pushing past bare, sticky skin and profusely overheating, he is suddenly tapped on the shoulder.
“Hey, will you kiss my friend?” A girl slurs, an arm sluggishly wrapped around her equally as wasted friend, giggling to her heart’s content.
Keith opens his mouth to politely refuse, but before he’s even aware his nose is itching horribly and Keith is doubling over with one loud, almost obnoxiously, heavy and sickly sounding sneeze he doesn’t cover.
The girls take a step back, giggling and backing away from him and fading away worth the crowd.
“Too bad, he was pretty cute though, just gross,” He hears one of them say before they disappeared entirely.
Keith sighs sadly, the girl was pretty, and he didn’t swing that way but he still felt kinda bad for being so gross. But his guilt doesn’t last long before he’s back to pitying himself and reembarking on his quest to find Lance.
He doesn’t even know why he’s so keen on finding the guy, he doesn’t really know what he’s expecting and maybe it’s his fever talking, but he’s not leaving this damn club without seeing his cute as fuck crush who is the reason he’s in this hellhole to begin with.
And it’s almost like a fairytale but it’s the sound of a beautiful melody, like a mesmerising serenade that captivates him him and lulls him over to the source.
He knows that voice anywhere.
He would know Lance’s melodic, tenor voice anywhere, it’s sweet and enthralling and it makes him feel all warm inside. Everything the little shit does makes him feel that way, but Lance’s voice is a siren’s song calling him and putting him on this spell and he’s forever his.
His voice has taken on an edge, a kind of rock and roll gruff to it that he finds insanely hot–maybe the fever adds to it though, he doesn’t know–and it’s sure tell sign that Lance is drunk.
“I guess I got what I deserved, kept you waiting there too long, my love. All that time without a word, didn’t know you’d think that I’d forget, or I’d regret, the special love, I have for you, my baby blue!” Lance sings, people dancing and bopping and head banging to his song.
Keith  manages to get a glimpse of Hunk who was jamming it out on the drums, and then he saw what he was looking for.
“Fuck,” Keith breathes out, “Allura was right.”
He did look pretty great.
He had his hair tousled and ruffled in a way that made him look so irresistible and adorable and these strobing lights that he hated served one purpose, and that was making his skin glow and his eyes twinkle and pop. His blue t-shirt hugged his body and his jeans were flattering and he looked so great. Keith wanted to faint.
Partly because of how attractive he looked, but also because he was now super light headed.
Lance looks beautiful and radiant, flashing a random girl watching one of those charming, flirty smiles that makes Keith jealous every time he does. He understands Lance isn’t his, but god he wished he was.
Keith shakes his head angrily, he’s never  his sentimental or sappy over Lance, maybe he really is that sick.
Then Lance looks over and they lock gazes, and this stupid lazy grin wipes across the boy’s face and any jealousy or bitterness or illness Keith is feeling seems to disappear when he does.
However Lance seems to realise his current state because his face drops. He quickly passes the mic to the random guy who’s playing the guitar and rushes over to Keith, albeit in a zig zagged direction as he seems to be tripping over his own feet.
“Keith?” Lance greets worriedly, only he can still remain appealing despite reeking of alcohol.
“Hey Lancey-Lance,” Keith slurs feverishly, before his nose twitches and he’s doubling over and aiming two harsh sneezes towards the floor.
“Lancey-Lan–god, you look awful! And Jesus, for you to be calling me that you must be running a–” Lance cut himself off and placed the back of his hand against Keith’s forehead and frowned.
“Dammit, Keith! That’s not good, we gotta get you,” Lance hiccups, “–home!”
“Why did you come, anyway, while you were this sick?” Lance frets, hiccuping again.
“M'not a stick in the mud,” Keith mutters feverishly, leaning into Lance’s side and nuzzling his face against his chest in exhaustion.
He pulls Keith into his embrace and kissed the top of his head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “What? What are you–oh.”
Lance’s heart sinks, “Keith. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for teasing you, I didn’t mean to hurt you at all, I just..I wanted you to be with us. When you’re not here..I miss you.”
Keith shakes his head, “Not you.. you didn’t make me come tonight.”
Lance bites his lip, “Still. I contributed to make you feel like you were uptight and boring when you are nothing but exciting and lovely. I’m sorry Keith, please, let me make it up to you.”
Keith cant help but crack a weak smile, “I didn’t know you were an emotional drunk. I’m glad I came here tonight, now I can blackmail you.”
Lance can’t help but laugh a little, “But we’re taking you home right now.”
Keith sneezes loudly into Lance’s chest, muttering, “Sorry.”
Lance smiles softly, tapping him on the nose, “Alright, Mullet. Enough, we’re going home.”
“But they’re having so much fun..look at Hunk..he’s jamming out..” Keith points over to Hunk.
“And you..need to keep singing..” He insists tiredly.
“No way, you’re too sick!” Lance protest as he began to walk Keith out, simultaneously pulling out his phone to order an uber.
Once they arrive outside Keith let out a sigh of relief to feel the fresh air, basking in all the space and the soft lighting. His head seemed to ease up a little bit.
However the cold quickly began to seep in, causing him to shiver violently. Lance pulls off the jacket he had tied around the waist and helped Keith out it on. He then pulls the boy into a hug to share his warmth.
“Thank you,” Keith manages to choke out before erupting into a series of harsh, heavy coughs.
Lance could only smile weakly, obviously feeling guilty but pushed it aside to wave over to the Uber driver and guided Keith in.
***
Lance hauls Keith onto his bed, with him muttering about taking out the aspirin because they’ll both need it the next day, and heads straight towards the bathroom to collect a damp towel for him. Once he returned he laid the cloth gently over his forehead and pulled a chair over, sitting beside him.
“Shiro called. He was wondering where we were, I told him you were sick and he feels awful. They all do. Pidge says Korean takeaway is on her tomorrow, if you’re up for it,” Lance explains softly.
“You’re not a stick in the mud, Keith. Okay? You’re not boring. You’re not any of these things we made you feel and I’m so sorry we ever did. You’re sweet and kind and such a great friend and– I’m so sorry, Keith, we should’ve understood. I love parties but there are days where I just don’t even want to get out of bed, I should’ve understood, showed you some compassion. I should’ve..”
“Lance, stop.”
He looks over Keith, feeling guilt and feeling responsible for Keith being this sick. He feels awful, he had made yet another mistake. He feels so stupid for being unable to read in between the lines, his jokes going too far and he hadn’t even noticed it. He just wanted  Keith to be with him, to be happy. And he had to go and fuck it up.
“You’re really good at hiding how you feel, Lance, but you can’t hide it from me, stop feeling so guilty,” Keith croaks.
“I can’t help it, I was hurting you and I didn’t know,” Lance murmurs.
Keith coughs harshly, feeling his chest rattle from the force of it, “I’ve felt worse pain.”
“That doesn’t make it okay.”
Keith smiles softly, “But you didn’t mean to hurt me. I know you never would try and hurt me. ..you said..you missed me when I’m not there. Yeah, I was hurt, but now I feel wanted.”
Lance manages a smile, “Always. You’re always wanted.”
“I hope you know that.”
“I know now,” He slurs feverishly.
Keith coughs again, and when he finishes he looks over at Lance with bleary, glazed eyes, and giggles, “You looked very hot tonight.”
Lance blushes hard, his eyes widening, “U-uh..n-no, you’re the feverish one, you’re hot.”
Keith scoffs before yet again coughing, “Don’t play dumb, you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for. You know what I meant.”
Lance shakes a little, so unused to being the one flirted with rather than the one initiating it, Keith did this thing where he shook his entire world and turned it upside down and he’d lose control.
“You’re not..you’re..you’re..uh..pretty. Uh, pretty cool. Pretty handsome. Whatever,” Lance blurts , extremely flustered.
Keith grabs at his hand with the sweetest look in his eyes, “Sing for me, please. It makes everything feel okay again.”
Lance swallows as his hand was grabbed, but he let himself relax into his touch and let it happen. He smiles.
“I’ve got no use for moonlight, or sappy poetry. Love at first sight is for suckers, at least it used to be. Look, girls are nice, once or twice, til’ I find someone new..but I never planned on no one like you.”
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