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[physics-of-one-piece]

I Take Care of You Now

Doflamingo x Reader

Summary: After a night of a heavy snow storm and rainfall on the North Blue Sea, Doflamingo gets woken up by the scraping of a snow shovel on deck.

A/N: A little short one-shot that I’ll implement into the main Red Suit Doffy Fic Merlot & Primroses but it can stand as a stand alone, too, so I decided to send it here. As I said in a post, Doflamingo’s core values he was raised with are something he sticks to. Also... I'm going to hell. I'm going to hell I'm going to hell I'm going to heeeeeeell...

but at least the Heavenly Demon is there 😊🤭🫡

P.S. I wanted to post this at 8pm it's 4pm, the Save Draft went into Post but it's complete so.... Enjoy? 🤣🤣 (I hate you, tumblr) (cry laughs)

Word Count: 3k

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Female!Reader, Rosinante's Wife!Reader, Doflamingo POV, North Blue Era Doflamingo, Red Suit Doflamingo, Fluff, Humor, Cuddling For Warmth, Mentions of Fratricide, Nightmares, Longing, Doflamingo is in Love, Protective Doflamingo, Post Minion Island, Girldad Doflamingo, Dadmingo, Soft Doflamingo (kind of), Donquixote Family, One Shot Fic

Doflamingo is back in the snow again. The white thick layer of it crunches under his boots as he walks. There is snow falling, wild and strong, chilly wind pushing at his face.

There is someone lying on the snow. He knows who it is. The blackened feathers give him away; Doflamingo’s clumsy little brother.

At last, Doflamingo reached him. Rosinante’s lipstick-painted mouth is moving. No sound is coming out of Rosinante’s lips. Doflamingo squats down beside his brother. Maybe if he’s closer, he’ll hear the words his younger brother is saying.

Rosinante’s mouth keeps moving, shaping the words over and over again. He keeps looking at Doflamingo, but no sound is coming out.

What is he saying?

I love you?

I hate you?

I’m sorry?

Don’t touch my wife?

I’ll kill you?

Which is it?

Doflamingo should’ve learned to read lips.

Doflamingo wakes with a gasp, sitting up in his sleeping bag. His face is wet, covered in sweat, and he barely registers a yelp from Baby 5 who’d slept atop his stomach and hugged him for additional warmth during the storm falling off him and on his lap covered by the sleeping bag’s duvet.

Doflamingo realizes he’s without his sunglasses because the world isn’t tinted red. The sudden assault of colors and sunlight illuminating through the portholes makes him blink. Continuing to pant, he reaches for the white-framed sunglasses and mounts them atop the bridge of his nose.

He pants for a little longer, then swallows down. His throat feels dry. He needs to get some wine.

“Young Master?” Baby 5’s careful, hesitating voice reaches his ear. “Are you okay?”

Doflamingo puts on a smile, if not for his sake, then for Baby 5’s. He hates seeing her distraught or hurt. A child should never worry about an adult. It's the greatest disgrace.

“Just a bad dream.” he replied, huffing. “Could you get me a merlot from the wine cabinet?”

“We aren’t allowed to open the wine cabinet.” Baby 5 said, frowning.

“I’m giving you permission,” said Doflamingo. He needs wine, right now. “So go get the merlot for me.”

“Y/N-san said you shouldn’t drink that much...” Baby 5 murmured, continuing to look at him worriedly.

“Who’s the captain here, me or my sister-in-law?” he asked, chuckling. It’s rich of you to scold him on his alcohol abuse when your own husband had been a nicotine-inhaling addict. Rosinante went through one entire pack of cigarettes in a day. How on earth you wanted to kiss his brother or even marry him, Doflamingo would never know.

“You are, Young Master!”

“I don’t know…” mused Doflamingo, making a show of doubt. “Maybe I should let my sister-in-law lead…”

“She doesn’t know how to sail! Or how to be a pirate!” said Baby 5 panically.

“Is that so? I guess I’m staying as captain, then…” He gave a dramatic sigh, fighting not to burst out laughing on the spot. “Too bad, I was looking forward to retirement…”

“You’re not even old!” Baby 5 yelled.

Doflamingo laughed.

“Young Master?”

“What is it?” asked Doflamingo.

“Do you think (Y/N)-san hates living with us?” asked Baby 5.

Doflamingo blinked. Now, he knew you would rather throw yourself in the sea than say anything negative to the kids or be hateful toward them. It was one of your weaknesses he used in his favor to endear you to living with him, after all. What made Baby 5 think that, was what he wanted to know.

"Did she ever say that?” Doflamingo asked.

“No,” said Baby 5, shaking her head. “But... she gets sad a lot... and she seems to like being alone rather than with the rest of the officers.” She cast her gaze away, looking truly sad. “It reminds me of Corazón. He didn’t like hanging around any of us, either...”

Doflamingo was rather impressed. Baby 5 started truly being aware of her environment and how people act around each other. Her observation skills were getting very good for someone as young as her — even Buffalo, who was six years older than her, wasn’t this aware of people.

Doflamingo found his chest swell with pride.

“Don’t worry. Unlike with Corazón, I’m keeping a close eye on her. You forgot she’s a civilian. Civilians are terrified of pirates on instinct. All her life, she’s heard terrible stories about pirates, so of course she won’t feel safe with the officers, or Pica, Trebol, Diamante or me right away. We’re big, we fight, we kill, we rob, we torture, and we have Devil Fruit powers. Civilians run from that, because they’re powerless.”

“I forgot about that,” said Baby 5. “That she’s a civilian.”

Doflamingo laughed. “How so?”

“Because... She’s really fierce!” insisted Baby 5.

Doflamingo chuckled. “She was a marine’s wife. Of course she’s fierce. Just because she’s powerless doesn’t mean she’ll let herself be stepped on. It’s what I like about her.”

Yes. Doflamingo liked that about you very much. It turned him on. Very much. Doflamingo licked his lips.

“Why does she seem sad with me and Dellinger, too?” asked Baby 5, pouting.

“You’re orphans. You had nowhere to go, and became pirates. She pities you, because she thinks it’s unfair toward you. She’s sad because she knows that’s how cruel the world can be.”

“She pities us,” said Doflamingo, shrugging. “It’s not coming from a bad place like others do. Her pity is genuine. She doesn’t mean anything ill with it.”

“I don’t want her to pity us.” said Baby 5. “I want her to -”

“To what?” asked Doflamingo, tilting his head down to the girl, intrigued.

“To love us.” said Baby 5.

“Fufufu! She does love us. She’s just too stubborn to admit it. After all,” Doflamingo smiled. “No civilian is supposed to love pirates. That’d be treason.”

“Really?” Baby 5 asked, eyes full of hope. “She loves us?”

“Really. So don’t worry, okay?” said Doflamingo.

“Okay,” said Baby 5, her smile blooming back onto her face.

“Good girl,” he said, patting her head. “Now, go get me my merlot. And get yourself some bottled water, too.”

“Yes, sir!” chirped Baby 5.

While Baby 5 headed to the kitchen and the wine cabinet, Doflamingo cracked his neck, then got out of his pink sleeping bag. The sleeping bag beside him — where you slept last night — was empty.

He frowned. What was taking you so long in the bathroom? Maybe it was that time of the month for you. He knew there were supplies in the women’s bathroom, so he wasn’t too worried about that.

He’d give you a few more minutes before he went looking for you.

His long legs cracked as he stretched them out, same with his arms.

Baby 5 came back, carrying his bottle of wine and bottled water for herself. Doflamingo took it, undid the clasp, and chugged it down in droves, basking in the liquid pouring down his throat and into his stomach, warming up his body.

“Did you see my sister-in-law?” Doflamingo asked when he was done, bottle half empty now.

“I don’t know,” replied Baby 5 sleepily, rubbing at the crust in her eyes, giving a little yawn. “Maybe the bathroom?”

“Go wake the cook to make us breakfast and hot chocolate,” he said to Baby 5.

“Yes, sir. Um, Young Master...”

“What?”

“I think there’s someone on deck,” whispered Baby 5.

There was scraping on the deck outside. Doflamingo’s Observation Haki didn’t pick up any threat from the person. It could be a fishman or someone stranded on the island.

“It could be a Klabautermann,” said Doflamingo, chuckling. Now wouldn’t that be interesting.

“Klabautermann?” repeated Baby 5.

“It’s a legend.” Doflamingo explained. “If a ship is very loved by the crew, it develops its own spirit in the shape of a fairy.”

“Fairy?!” asked Baby 5 in excitement.

Doflamingo chuckled in confirmation, tracing his gaze over the officers and top officers strewn on the floor of the galley, counting everyone else who was present. You were the only one missing.

“A human-shaped fairy wearing a white sailor’s coat and a pair of shoes.” he explained. “It carries a small wooden hammer, because it fixes up a damaged ship. Ours isn’t damaged, though.”

At least, Doflamingo hoped it wasn’t.

“Oh,” said Baby 5. “I thought it would be a pink flamingo wearing Young Master’s sunglasses, just like the figurehead.”

Doflamingo laughed. “It could be! That’d be fun!”

“What if it’s a ghost?” she asked with slight fright; she’d heard too many ghost stories from Law and Buffalo.

Doflamingo gave Baby 5 one of his grins, the malicious ones which he knows comfort her. To Baby 5, violence equals protection.

“You think a ghost can beat me?” he asked her. “They’re free to try, fufufufufu!”

After some more coaxing and assuring her everything would be fine, Baby 5 left for the kitchen again to wake the ship cook.

Doflamingo grabbed his feather coat where it lay spread on the couch, stepping over a sleeping Gladius and Diamante.

Now, why were they all huddled up in the galley with sleeping bags?

The simple answer was bad weather.

They’d been in a heavy snow storm last night. It was Dellinger’s first heavy snow storm. He cried and ran around in a panic the entire time. He had to be grabbed three times from launching himself overboard and into the sea. Dellinger connected the sea with safety, because it was always safe for him to go into the sea; he always fled there if he was about to get scolded — it was becoming a real problem and at this point, Doflamingo was going to listen to Trebol’s advice and tie the toddler with a rope. If Dellinger went in the sea under those stormy waves yesterday, forget about pulling him out, they wouldn’t be able to find him.

For the past three years, they rarely went this far up north on their voyages, and although most of the adults of the crew were used to responding to and traveling through overbearing hail and rain, the kids were not. They were too prone to making mistakes in the novelty of navigating the waves bigger than Sea Kings despite knowing how to navigate.

The kids had been absolutely terrified.

The storm proved impossible to navigate. Doflamingo put his family and its safety above everything, he wasn’t going to risk them all because he wanted to get to the next island on time. He decided it was best to hunker down near a mountain pass to the closest island than continue to navigate through the storm.

After setting anchor on the nearby, snow-covered coast of the island, everyone had huddled down in the galley beside the largest fire stove to keep warm, bringing in sleeping bags.

Now, after putting on his black overcoat to deal with the cold outside, Doflamingo quickly opened the doors, left the cabin, and closed them just as quickly. He made his way up the stairs and to the cabin on the quarter deck, then exited out into the open winter air.

There was a person on the deck, pushing the snow down the deck and overboard into the sea.

Doflamingo nearly had a heart attack.

After a moment, he realized it wasn’t the ship’s spiritual manifestation.

It wasn’t a Klabautermann. It was you.

Doflamingo called your name. You leapt six feet high at the sound of his voice, which made him laugh. You deserved the fright; you gave him a fright first.

You turned your face up to him. Doflamingo smiled down at you.

“Hey,” you said shakily, like you weren’t out in the cold and shoveling snow from the deck. “Good morning.”

“What are you doing?” demanded Doflamingo.

You look at him like he’s asking a strange question. “I’m shoveling the deck.”

…

What?

“Why?” asked Doflamingo.

“Cause there’s snow on it.” you said.

For a moment, Doflamingo was so confused his brain stopped working.

Because there’s… snow?

Why on… why on earth would you be the one shoveling the snow?!

Doflamingo deployed his strings, leaving the wooden, ice-laden balcony of the quarter deck, reaching you with a single leap. He stood on his strings beside you, because he wasn’t going to walk on the solidified ice undoubtedly hiding under the layer of snow.

“You don’t do that.” said Doflamingo firmly, his thoughts racing thousand miles per hour, the cogs in his mind rushing with what could only be described as Celestial Dragon confusion. “I take care of you.”

“I’ve been doing this my whole life.” you say, shrugging.

Rosi, I’ll bring you back to life and put thirty bullets in you this time. thought Doflamingo, clenching his teeth, his jaw hurting from how hard he did it.

Doflamingo took the shovel from you easily.

“Hey!” you shouted. "I need that!"

“You don’t anymore.” said Doflamingo, crossing his arms over his chest, looking at you with the sternness of a captain. He stepped down from his string onto the deck to stand in front of you — as he suspected, there was ice under the snow. “I take care of you now.”

“Doffy -” you started, but he would have none of it.

“You’re not allowed.” said Doflamingo, because what else is he supposed to say, how else is he supposed to let you know you are too precious to do grunt work? You are not to do any grunt work, ever, for as long as Doflamingo lived and breathed. His parents would roll in their graves if they ever heard he let you do any labor, and Doflamingo experienced a full-body cringe at the mere idea of allowing you to exhaust yourself. Unforgivable. Impermissible. Therefore, not allowed.

By his words, clearly you thought he thought you incapable because you are a woman, completely misunderstanding him as you said indignantly, “I am allowed -”

“You’re too cute to be out here in the cold, querida.” said Doflamingo.

Those words momentarily rendered you mute, and you stared up at him in shock, which made you even more adorable.

“I’m doing whatever I wanna do!” you protest, and it reminds Doflamingo of a bunny stomping its little foot on the ground.

“You get inside,” says Doflamingo, ignoring your words. You could think whatever you wanted, Doflamingo would rather put a sea prism bullet in his own leg than let you freeze outside and let you shovel the deck; he had Buffalo, Machvise and the others for that. Doflamingo wasn’t raised to allow you to do such things; he was raised to coddle you, provide for you, protect you, spoil you, and by his title as saint, he will. “I’ll get you some hot chocolate.”

The ship swayed under a wave, giving a small lurch.

The two of you slid on the solidified ice the deck had become overnight. It was only Doflamingo’s instincts and long arm that helped him grab onto you and pull you to his legs, keeping you from falling. You were completely unaffected, most likely used to such fumbling with Corazón — you didn’t even squawk in alarm, just took it like it was a common thing, to slide on the ice and risk falling and hurting yourself.

That was it. You weren’t listening to him. You were going to get a cold, and with your average civilian balance, break your skull. Time to change tactics.

“You made me do this,” said Doflamingo, sneering down at you.

“Do wha — AAAAH!”

Doflamingo reached down, wrapped his arm around your body, and lifted you up. Once he lifts you above his waist, and continues lifting you higher, that’s when you give an almighty, terrified shriek which startles the seagulls above the crow’s nest.

Doflamingo laughed, and put you stomach flat over his right shoulder, like he would a bag of gold, but you are a much more precious treasure he has than any gold.

There. Much easier. He should’ve done this from the start. Maybe he should carry you like this all the time. He smiled at the idea. Yes. That’s what he’ll do. You wouldn’t try to wiggle out of his grasp if he carried you this high; you’re too scared of hurting yourself by the huge height drop between his shoulder and the ground.

He straightened up, deployed his strings, and stepped onto them, walking on them rather than risk it with the ice.

“Doffy.” Your voice was shaky, terrified and breathless. Doflamingo failed to stifle his laugh. How adorable. “Doffy, put me down.”

You clutched at his spiked up, thick fluffs of hair. He sighed contently at the feeling, his chuckle rumbling through his chest as he grinned.

“Doffy! Put me down!”

“You’re not allowed!” he said firmly, but calmly all the same. He wasn’t angry, just concerned.

“Because I’m a woman?” you asked.

“No,” said Doflamingo simply. “Because I take care of you now.”

“I take care of myself!” you say indignantly as you’re being carried away on Doflamingo’s shoulder and back toward the warmth of the ship’s below deck with warm heating, comforting sweat and frosted, fogged glass.

He really needs to make sure with Diamante and Machvise the Numancia didn’t take any damage.

Doflamingo hears a giggle in his ear. He recognizes the sound, from a far-away memory long gone. He whips his head over his shoulder, and freezes solid.

“Don’t worry, Doffy.” said the little boy with blond bangs covering his eyes. He was sitting atop one of the posts of the sail, his arms tucked into the sleeves of a little purple feather coat over his light blue raincoat. He’s swinging his little feet back and forth where they dangle in the air from the sail. Something strange wells in Doflamingo’s eyes. His throat clogs up; he can’t speak.

The little boy sent him a big smile resembling the sun. “I’m okay.”

Doflamingo was hallucinating. He was definitely hallucinating. He needed to catch up on his sleep if he was seeing his eight-year-old baby brother and hearing his voice in his ear.

He headed inside, ducking as he went.

Baby 5 was tucked in his pink sleeping bag, back to sleep. The duvet wasn’t pulled all the way over her, so Doflamingo used his free right arm and lifted his finger, sending out a string to the duvet, lifting it up to cover Baby 5’s shoulders. Doflamingo hoped she at least woke up the cooks and that they started on breakfast and hot chocolate for the family. Doflamingo manoeuvred around the sleeping bodies of his family, stepping over their sleeping bodies easily.

In the end, you settled down after he put you on the couch in the galley. He noticed your chattering teeth, trembling body and red nose. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, took off his feather coat and draped the massive weight of it over your shoulders. The pink feathers completely enveloped you, tickling your cheeks as you looked up at him in surprise, the warmth the feathers suffused you in chasing away your trembles.

Doflamingo didn’t linger on the way you looked up at him, bundled in his feather coat and drowning in his scent, because he was sure he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from leaning down and kissing your lips to chase away the cold frost from them, too.

Instead, he slipped your arms into the thick, warm fluff of pink feathered sleeves, pulling the lapels over each other to keep you warm.

The sleeves were too long for you, and the end of the coat touched the ground of the cabin.

He went to get you both some hot chocolate and brought it to you to sip on in warm cups. The blissed smile you smiled and the relaxed sigh you released after your first sip of the hot beverage put him in a better mood.

He settled himself beside you on the couch with his pink mug filled with his hot chocolate. His thigh touched yours. This time, you didn’t inch away from him as you usually did when he sat down beside you during meals or in inns.

Doflamingo would much rather have your lips to keep him warm, but he’d settle for hot chocolate. For now.

He took a careful sip, and his body relaxed. He closed his eyes, basking in the bliss, his forehead smooth, free of any stress.

Feathers settled around his left shoulder, and his left sleeve fell over his arm.

When he turned to look down on you, a teasing comment on his tongue and a grin on his lips, you were looking up at him, and your eyes rendered his thoughts into a disarray.

“So you aren’t cold,” you said, lifting your arm high and stretching it all the way to adjust the left side of his coat atop his shoulder, which consequently meant you got closer to him, until your left shoulder leaned against his chest; if you leaned a bit further, you’d be nestled under his right arm.

“How do you walk with this?” you ask him, fussing over the coat. “It’s heavy.”

“It’s only nine kilograms.” he said. It was a comforting weight on his back; he was used to having it draped over his shoulders.

You deadpan at him, then, after a moment, say, “No wonder your neck’s starting to crane.”

“Drink your hot chocolate,” he said.

You snickered. “Yes, captain.”

You hugged the right part of his feather coat to yourself, draping it over you, covering your legs and entire body in the pink feathers. Doflamingo wondered if you liked the lingering scent of his cologne on the coat.

“It’s warm,” you whispered, closing your eyes, peaceful.

Doflamingo slipped his left arm into the sleeve of his feather coat, draping the front of it the same way you did. The two of you were swathed together in his pink coat.

You were right. With you nestled against him and swathed in his coat, it was warm.

Doflamingo didn’t feel cold at all.

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[fizzywashere87]

Erm... Trans Masc reader x R!Mikey fluff? Pls?

TM!Reader x R!Donnie fluff?

TM!Reader x R!Leo fluff?

TM!Reader x R!Raph fluff?

Any fluff pls

Im feeling low-key melancholy (u know why) and I need comfort

Or if your cool with it, gut wrenching angst that will make me hurt to the very core of my being and make me cry like a baby?

-xoxo Nardo

notes: yes. just yes. okay, i apologize in advance if these are not what you wanted/posted too late... but i hope you enjoy pookie!! i'm gonna write them as hcs so you get all in one AND it's not built like a script!

Hehe just in time for Pride Month! :3

HAPPY PRIDE!

Masterlist

Warnings: male reader, male pronouns used, cussing?, fluff!!

RotTMNT x TransMasc! Reader

~Raph-a-Doodle~

Okay, we all know cuzzo's like the biggest sweetheart-

He's going to love you unconditionally for two reasons

One, in his mind, nothing can be worse than his whole.. situation.

Two, you're literally the most majestic, the most gracious person and lover to ever walk the earth! In his eyes strictly- not mine /J /NS I JS WANTED TO BE FUNNY

Raph's gonna support you no matter what decisions you make in life and he's going to follow your every move :3 -seriously he cannot live without you-

Is on top of your pronouns and will threaten anyone who tries to a fuckass skank

TAKING YOU TO PRIDE PARADES

He'd get you like the Transgender flag but like the big one so you can wear it like a cape! -He says you're his hero and heroes have capes :3

Also gets you tinier flags and pins so you can wave 'em n wear 'em -hehe see what i did with the alliteration?

You can sit on his shoulders 'cuz you know he's tall and stuff

Best experience ever bro

He is also adorned in the Pride Attire™

OMG yk like the lil corks they put on sharp things?

You put some of those on him but like it's pride (cuz you know- you gay an stuff /ref) and now it's a festive safety feature!

Proudly displays you to the world an' I wanna make that so clear

"This is my s/o! Ain't he just the handsomest?"

Yeah he's cute

Helps you with anything you need

If you choose to bind he'll help make sure it's on safely and shit

Raph always makes sure you're comfortable and happy

If you're happy he's happy!

Raph loves you and he'll treat you the same (just with these added perks) no matter what- as long as you're happy my boy is thriving

~Neon-Leon~

Now this one-

This one...

Motherfucker's gay as shit we already know-

Yeah no fucking surprise there when this one came outta the closet

He's probably TransMasc too :3

"It's cause I'm gay isn't it?"

Yes tf-

Okay but like he's good to you and that's all that matters

Again, he doesn't treat you all that different besides the added perks >v<

He's such a simp for you don't let his annoying attitude fool you

Bro's gay and homophobic for you /ref amor would understand

Helps you with whatever you need, seriously

Call him and he's a portal away

Big help with transitioning

His room's got a big ass section dedicated to pride

Flags, pins, posters, uhm- what's with the sock and why is it hard as a rock?

"DON'T TOUCH THAT-"

"EW YOU FUCKING WANKER WHY DID YOU LEAVE THAT THERE?!"

aw what the shit man.

Don't speak of that with him he'll get pissy and you don't wanna deal with Pissy Leo™

PRIDE PARADE!

Y'all have the most Gender Fits™ istg

ADORNED IN FESTIVE CLOTHING FOR THE FESTIVE EVENT!!

Both of you guys are wearing the flag-cape thingy I'm not sure what to call

You went with the Transgender Theme and he went with the Gay Theme

Says it suits his color n he's not lying

Another one to proudly displays you

"MAKE WAY FOR MY MOST HANDSOMEST BOYFRIEND PEASANTS!!"

"Nobody's in the way Leo." April would roll her eyes alongside the rest of his brothers

You'd either match Leo's energy or tell him to stfu-

Back to the pride parade-

Nobody actually gives a fuck he's green

"I know a place," Ahh boyfriend

You guys have a blast marching around and the Gender Fits™ are your new favorite outfits

He loves you so much and he will show it through his one liners/pickups lines

It's really bad-

"Are you testosterone because you're testing my heart strings!"

*Receives the window treatment*

Gayest couple in New York but you guys OWN IT

~Othello Von Ryan~

Bro is literally indifferent

It's not that Donnie doesn't care- no he cares tenfolds and it shows

But he also doesn't care

Like he doesn't make as big of a commotion about it verbally

He does show you off literally everywhere tho-

"Ah yes, my superbly handsome s/o, [Name]!"

And he does have a pride section in his lab :3

He's just Autistic ∞

Is on top of allat medical shit for you

And also will help you with literally anything you need

"Donnie, it's Pride Month, you know what that means!" "Huh? Do you want me to like- make gay tech? What?" /reffff

Yes tf

And he does just that

He ended up making you a Lil' Reminder Guy

It reminds you to like- do stuff

Ion wtv tf you want

Just tell it when it needs to tell you to Do Stuff™ and it will

Take meds, walk the dog, eat, drink water, SLEEP

And it's gay LMFAO

Also probably created a pride flag printer :0

He's literally the best omgie

He's smart and hot?

insert ring on finger plz -><-

Except you giggle cause 👉👌

PRIDE PARADE!

Donnie picks out your Gender Fit™ because he needs "his handsome significant other looking his best!"

Any of them masturbators wanna be dickheads? There's now a virus taking over their whole ass phone and it spread to their computer

He swears it wasn't him and it happened to be convenient timing

You let it go 'cause what the fuck they had it coming

Man the love is seen and is On The Brain™

Donnie does literally anything for you and will do it with Pride~

~Magic Mike~

Mans is all for it but in uppercase letters

Mikey's second favorite thing about Pride is defo the colors

The first being people being able to be themselves and all the happy faces :3

It's pretty much his scene

You give him literally the biggest excuse to be A r t i s t i c

Drawing on you 24/7 hkhuyhgygti-

Displaying you like his biggest achievement

In his eyes, you are again, his eyes, not mine /J AGAIN SORRY IM NOT FUNNY-

"Look at my adorable s/o, [Name]! Isn't he sososos adorable?"

The threatening stare he gives after makes anyone shit their pants and they will not DARE to disagree

Mikey will do literally anything for you and is another one to do it with Pride~

PRIDE PARADE!

He won't fully leave you to pick out the fit but he is definitely pitching in A LOT

"You would look so amazing and handsome if you put it with this!!"

Places the cape on you so dramatically you laugh every time

Paints your face for the occasion

Cannot convince me he doesn't make a face while doing it LMFAO

Dating Mikey means you've got yourself a guard dog

Should anyone imply that you're anything besides amazing?

He's sending their fuckass twinkass self beyond where they came from-

Heavily assisting in your transition

Whatever you need is there as fast as he can possibly cause it "cause it"?

Mikey makes fun in all the annoying and uncomfy stuff you'd have to get through and you're so grateful you have him there to help

Also has a pride section in his room

It's so bright and colorful between all the flags and posters and pins

He collects those pins like they're sports cards

You literally give him an excuse to be so A r t i s t i c

His muse istg-

"My handsome angel face!! Look what I made! I seen something that made me think of you, and then it gave me an idea to paint this!!"

Your heart fucking melted oml

He's so precious bro

Holds you extra tight because he loves you so much

He'd do anything and everything for you

No matter what you do or say he'll always stick with you <3

don't click see more to see the tags. i had a lil too much time on my hands-

[fizzyizzysoda]

rereading mad iqs and omg u guys why the hell didnt u tell me that it sucks sobs

i guess my writing taste/style has changed a lot over the course of a couple months but WOW reading back im just like ??? why did i write like that LMAO

[fizzigigsimmer]

Steve’s mother coming home “a few days early” totally forgetting that she forgot to call Steve to call the cleaning service in order to have the house prepped for their return - Steve’s dad likes to come back to a clean house and freshly laundered sheets - anyways she’s got a headache, and a spring charity event to plan so it’ll be nice to be home early, and there’s time still to call the service.

Only to get home to find Steve not in school in the middle of the daytime and acting cagey as fuck. Pink cheeked, tousled hair, might be wearing some of her lip stain and is wrapped up in one of her robes. Says he was gonna take a shower. Says it’s chapstick. Says he stayed home with the flue but doesn’t look very sick. Okay he’s pretty sweaty, but just when she begins to worry about him he’s dodging the hand trying to check his forehead and changing the subject to what she’s doing in the house she owns. She rolls her eyes, assuming that she’s caught him playing hooky with Tommy and teases him about cleaning up after themselves and making sure he goes to school the next day. Definitely hears another voice behind his door when he scurries back to his room.

Steve’s mother walking into her bedroom after a long trip away just to find that Steve has obviously been sleeping in the master bed and going through her cosmetics - not terribly unusual given his hair obsession - but strangely it looks like he’s been through her closet. But then she figures he must have used their shower and was looking for her robe. Sighs and shakes her head because, teenagers.

But then imagine Steve and Billy in Steve’s room trying to be extra quiet, hands over mouths while Steve rides Billy in the skirt Billy made him wear as part of a lost bet, panties, stockings and bra discarded at the foot of the bed.

[cosm1nya]

my awesome letters for cookies

i remembered to make them on the last day Help aa

i rrly like how i did the timekeeper one

wawa i was rushing them and didnt have good ideas for what to write so uh

[seraphicloves]

𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

⊱✿⊰ summary: headcanons with reader who is bad with handling affection

⊱✿⊰ warnings: none i can think of

⊱✿⊰ notes: yipeee yay i think this will be good but idrk. I haven't written for tmnt in a hot minute lmao so hopefully this will be good! This is short sorry 💀

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❀ he is an asshole and he loves to tease you because you are so strange about affection. I feel like Leo is not only a generally affectionate person but he also loves teasing his S/O.

❀ Leo loves to force you to ask for the affection (within your boundaries.. if you hated it and let him know he would stop.) It is sort of helpful in a way because it helps to get you to stop acting like you don't like it. He wants you to feel comfortable with hugs and kisses and everything.

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❀ y'all jst aren't an affectionate couple. Like Donnie isn't very good with affection/PDA and he can't tell that you want the hugs and kisses because you act like you don't. So he doesn't initiate unless he gets jealous or possesive, he just assumes you don't want it.

❀ You would have to explain to him how you are feeling and you would have to verbally express what you want. Eventually he will be able to read your behavior but he can't do it right away, he needs your help.

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❀ Raph would be so scared that you don't like him anymore. He honestly thinks your behavior stems from his inability to be a good boyfriend versus your own troubles.

❀ He would kinda stop the pda for a while until you start seeming upset and it finally clicks to him. When he understands what's happening he would slowly integrate the affection into your life. So you could get used to it easier.

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❀ He understands your behavior almost right away but he is a menace just like Leo. Instead of denying you affection, he ups his behavior ridiculously.

❀ The more you complain the more he gives you hugs and kisses and cuddles and everything. He will tease you about being embarrassed about it and he will eventually get you to start asking for it.

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[haunted-planes]

The Roombas from planes 2

[fizziepopangel]

"Ain't the Romantic Type"

* Author's note: Heyyyyyy everyone! I'm back with another fic, and let me just say that I'm really excited about this one because I'm honestly pretty proud of it. I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do!

p.s. As always, you can always use the Fic Request Form to request something specific, and be sure to keep an eye out for part two of this fic since it'll be coming soon!😋❤��

“He just ain't the romantic type….” The words rang in Husk's mind as he stood in front of the mirror in Angel's room, adjusting his jacket for what he knew must've been the millionth time. He felt ridiculous; he hadn't been dressed up like this since he sold his soul, and after having gotten used to his usual attire, it felt wrong for him to be all dressed up.

Lost in his reflection, he almost hadn’t noticed Fat Nuggets by his feet with a worried expression. “Oink!" Fat Nuggets bumped his head gently against the hell cat's leg.

"What's wrong?” Husk stared at the pig, who didn't do much but stare back at him. "Don't look at me like that! You think I don't know I look fuckin’ ridiculous. I know it!” The pig snorted softly, bumping Husk’s leg again. " Look, I ain't got time for your pig crap right now, Angel’s gonna be back soon and I gotta make sure everything is perfect so… I don't know, go do whatever it is pigs do.”

Rather than leaving, the little pig sat down, oinking and snorting again. Husk groaned, annoyed as he leaned down to look at the little creature.  “Look, I’m gonna level with you, Nuggets, I gotta do this for Angel. Ok, so I need you to shut up and be supportive.” When the pig just stared at him, oinking in a way that sounded like he was almost annoyed himself. “He deserves this, right? You know he deserves this so just behave yourself tonight.”

Before the pig could make his oink-y little argument, the pair heard the keys jingle in the door. Husk immediately straightened up, fixing his nice jacket again and grabbing the bouquet of flowers he’d left on the coffee table beside the nice meal he had prepared for them, taking his place in front of the door quickly and putting on a smile just in time to see Angel open his door.

Angel steps into his room looking ragged, his bag from the club in his hand. It had been a shitm night, filled with more abuse from Valentino than usual, and a mess of men who did horrible things to him. He just wanted to go home and wash off the blur of the night before curling up in bed and hopefully getting some sleep… But as he turned around, he was met with Husk, smiling in his dress jacket with a bouquet of pink red and pink roses as he stood in front of a nice little candlelit meal on the coffee table. Angel stared at the sight in front of him, his lip trembling before tears began streaming down his face.

Husk was thrilled at first, his pride swelling until he realized that those tears were turning to sobs as he watched as his boyfriend sank to his knees in front of him. The proud smile he wore just moments before quickly turned to a look of horror.

 

“Angel? Babe, what’s wrong?” Husk did his best to keep the panic out of his voice, but he was terrified. He had talked to the sappiest person he knew (Charlie of course), and he had done hours of research online to make this night as romantic and perfect as he could, and as he glanced back at the scene he had set behind him, worried. “Did I do something wrong? Is…is this not romantic enough?”

Sobbing was the only response Husk got.

Fat Nuggets squealed and oinked, running to his owner and nuzzling into him in an attempt to comfort him.

“I can’t do this!” Angel sobbed raggedly. “I can’t, I can’t, I cant!”

Husk’s heart nearly stopped at the words. He and Angel had been dating for nearly a year and a half and he had thought everything was going well; decent dates, good sex, and amazing conversations and he had been trying his damndest not to fuck this up because he always seemed to fuck up the good relationships he landed himself in; always ended up hurting good people…. He took a breath, trying to keep himself from sinking deeper into that pit of panic. He knew he wouldn’t be any good to Angel if he started spiraling too.

“Angelcakes?” Husk’s gruff voice is gentler than he usually spoke, though it still shook slightly as he took a step toward his sobbing partner, a hand outstretched in an offering of comfort. “Angelcakes, baby, can you–”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” The scream that ripped from Angel’s throat was almost guttural and he scrambled away from his boyfriend’s touch, recoiling as if he were disgusted by the thought of being in his arms despite the spider demon’s usual love for physical affection. 

In an act of defense, Fat Nuggets placed himself in front of his beloved owner, staring at Husk as if daring him to come closer… But Husk just stood there, frozen as his boyfriend cowered away from him, trembling and sobbing so hard he could hardly breath. And that the scene everyone walked into when Vaggie slammed the door open….

Read the next part here: Part 2

[dapper-lil-arts]

Quick old meme sketch i made for a short story i wrote, "the end of gen 6" for my friend @yaspup9000 heheh

[iris-the-illustrator]

After weeks of debating with myself on if I should or shouldn’t post this I finally decided to do it.

Listener Netty AU

A certain family’s tea party

Summary: After finally escaping from the Watchers games for good Martyn and Netty want nothing more then to make up for lost time. However, they’re both too scared to face each other after so much time apart and are struggling to settle down after all they went through. Perhaps they just need a bit of encouragement to help them get back on track.

Relationships: Netty x Martyn, Stampy x Sqashiey

Netty stood there frozen from what she had witnessed, the body’s of Scott and Impulse left to rot as their blood tainted the grass. Martyn had won, she should be proud she should be happy but something wasn’t right.

She eventually snapped out of her daze and walked slowly towards him, before freezing in her tracks when Martyn turned around. His body was tense and stained head to toe in the blood of his victims, his face twisted into a wicked smile and his eyes glowing purple.

“You��” she whispered her voice quivering in terror, she gently reached out her hand but before she could react Martyn lunged at her, sword still drawn. He pinned her to the floor as she thrashed desperately to free herself, it was no use though. Martyn lifted his sword into the air and in one quick motion drove it into her chest.

—

Netty shot up gasping for air, clutching her chest tightly as she tried to catch her breath. After a moment she relaxed and took in her surroundings, she’d almost forgotten where she was until the obvious came rushing back to her. She was in Sqaisheys guest room sitting up in bed, she glanced at the closed curtains noticing the harsh sunlight seeping through. Just then she heard the distant sound of foot steps, she knew she was safe here, she really did know that, but that fact didn’t stop her shoulders from growing tense.

“Are you awake yet? Can I come in?” Stampy asked lightly tapping on the door, “no, I’m getting ready” she lied, her voice hoarse. She felt tears in her eyes that formed during her nightmare and she didn’t want to explain herself, not just after she just woke up.

“Alright, there’s left over cake in the kitchen, Fizzy is currently guarding it for you in case you wanted something for breakfast” Stampy huffed, he sounded amused yet disappointed, “ok, I’ll be right there” she crocked. Netty didn’t move a muscle, not until she couldn’t hear her brothers foot sleep anymore. Carefully she got up and rummaged through the chest in the corner of the room, slipped into her favourite hoodie and leggings right before she threw opened the currents, wincing slightly at the blinding light that beamed in through the window. It was much later in the day then she expected, as the sun was almost at its peak yet despite the sleep she just had she still felt exhausted.

Wandering out of the guest room towards to kitchen, dragging her feet slightly as she started to get lost in thought. She was brought back down to earth when she saw movement in the corner of her eyes, as Stampy had told her there was cake on the table with an elephant marching back and forth in front of it. She couldn’t help but snicker at sight, “for me?” she asked pointing at the cake. Fizzy nodded enthusiastically “aww how kind, thank you” she smiled picking up the plate. Just as she finished her sentence Fizzy had already left the room, Stampy and Sqaishey both knew Netty and Martyn would need time to adjust to their more quiet life and instructed the helpers to give them both space, some taking the instruction more seriously then others.

“Good morning!” Sqaishey chirped from the other side of the room “morning” She said through a mouth full of cake. “So is that what you’ll be wearing or have you not decided yet?” Sqaishey asked, Netty blinked and tilted her head not entirely sure what they meant. Sqaishey waddled towards the window not noticing Nettys blatant confusion “I did a bit of flying this morning, for the most part the skys seemed clear but there was this really big cloud I saw that might be heading this way. You could probably still wear a dress, but I’d recommend bringing a coat just in case” “umm” “Oh and welly boots to, if it dose rain we might as well make the most of it and enjoy the puddles!”she quacked excitedly. Netty rubbed her eyes sleepily “what?” She yawned, Sqaishey turned to face her then glanced at the calendar on the fridge. Netty followed their gaze and then it hit her like a mace, “oh.. OH! The tea party!” That was today!? How had the week gone by already?

She then caught a glimpse of herself in the window, she looked atrocious, her hair mangled and greasy, her clothes worn and baggy, her eyes still red and heavy. she couldn’t go out, not like this. Before Sqaishey could question her sudden panicked expression she clumsily dashed out the room, forgetting to put her plate down.

—

Meanwhile, in a small shack on the edge of the town.

Martyn sat on the end of his bed, starring at the ground with uncertainty. He wanted to see Netty again, to catch up after all these years apart. Yet he hadn’t spoken to her since he came to this world, he hadn’t really spoken to anyone in days.

Stampy and Sqaishey invited him to join them for many different activities, from dinners, to mini games, to afternoon dog walks, yet he declined every offer. Whenever one of them asked why he would tell them he just needed time to adjust, or that he was too tired, or just not in the mood. No matter the excuse they were patient with him. They were lovely people, they really were… too lovely.

It all felt too good to be true, years of being tormented by a higher power, years of being trapped in a cycle of death, years of betrayal, violence and paranoia. All that and more only to be welcomed into a bright and colourful world with open arms, by people who not only had no desire to hurt him, but wanted him to feel happy and welcomed.

Suddenly he heard a deafening, BANG! He leaped to his feet in alarm, he snatched his sword out of his chest before he sprinted to the door. As the door flew open he had to shield his face from the blinding light that struck his eyes, as he struggled to keep his balance. “William be carful! You think we should cover up that cave entrance before more googlies crawl out?” Stampy paused when he saw Martyn “hello” he started “hope we didn’t wake you up” he chuckled sheepishly, “no, no I’ve been up for ages” Martyn muttered.

“so are you exited? For this is afternoon?” Stampy asked struggling to find the right words, Martyn nodded tiredly before Stampys words had a chance to sink in. ‘This afternoon’ he repeated in his head, he was so exited yet so nervous, but he didn’t know how to express it. Stampy seemed to notice the lost in space look on his face and asked, “did it sneak up on you?” “No” he chuckled ‘yes!’ he thought.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have a great time” Stampy smiled reaching to put a hand on Martyn’s shoulder “yeah” he nodded weakly ‘easy for you to say!’. Stampy looked up to the clear, sunny, skys before turning back to Martyn “besides you’ve got plenty of time to get ready, need any help with anything or would you rather I left you to it?” Before Martyn could respond he looked down realising he was still in his pyjamas.

“Yeah, nah, I’ll be fine, just give me a minute “ He half yawned before waving Stampy off, then quickly walked back into the shed he made for himself before- “Hay!” He shouted when he saw a beaver rummaging through his chest, “shoo! get out of there!” The beaver stood up and dashed out of the room. “William where are you going!?” Stampy called after him as he charged off into town, “sorry about that, I’m not sure what’s gotten into him today” he was clearly lying through his teeth but Martyn couldn’t be bothered to ask questions. He looked into the chest that the beaver took such interest in, nothing appeared to have been stolen it was just an unorganised chest filled with Martyn’s clothes.

Martyn was almost certain that Stampys helpers didn’t like him that much, or at least the beaver and the potions girl didn’t. He would constantly catch them glaring at him and trying to sneak up on him, he hardly ever left his home so they never got the chance to steal from him but that didn’t stop them from lurking outside.

He never brought it up before though, if he did he’d probably be informed it was all just a massive misunderstanding, but he didn’t want that. If anything the familiarity of being under constant watch was almost comforting, as if this non existent tension between him and the others somehow justified his distrust in this new word.

He was so lost in his own head he’d almost forgotten Stampy was still hovering just outside his door, “are you alright?” he asked tilting his head with concern, “hmm? Yeah, just give me a second” Martyn shut the door slightly harder then necessary.

—

Netty considered her options carefully, a skirt or dress would probably be the best fit for a tea party but then she remembered what Sqaishey told her this morning. If a large rain cloud was heading their way she should probably wear something water proof, or at the very least something warm. Although it will be autumn soon, so she should probably make the most of the last sunny days they’ll have before the weeks upon weeks of heavy rains and grey skys.

This shouldn’t be so hard, she had a week to prepare but it all slipped her mind until last minute, she needed a second opinion. She cracked the door open slightly before poking her head out into the corridor “Sqashiey” She called… no response. Netty tightened the knot on her bath robe and readjusted the towel around her neck, “Sqaishey?” she wandered around the brightly lit halls and up the birch stairs.

“Yeah?” Sqaishey quacked, sitting comfortably in a large nest gentle preening their wings, “sorry to barge in, but I need a second opinion”.

Back in the guest room they both examined the options, “so what look are you going for anyway? Want to go all out and look fancy or were you looking for a more casual look?” “I don’t know, that’s why I wanted to ask you” “hmm” “how certain are you it’s going to rain?” Sqaishey gestured vaguely with a puzzled look on their face. Knowing her luck it probably would rain, so it’s best to be prepared.

“how about this?” Sqaishey asked pulling up a fancy blue and purple dress that was covered shoulder to skirt end in glittering sequins “this would look pretty good with your coat” Netty shook her head “not if I’m wearing welly’s” “ok, how about I get William to straighten out your hoodie and you can wear that?” she shook her head again “no, no too casual” Netty didn’t want to admit that for the first few days of her stay she had been sleeping with it on, and that it would probably take more than just a quick ironing to sort it out.

Why did she leave all this planning till last minute?! How could she have forgotten it was today?! didn’t she want to see Martyn again?! It had been so long they had both been stalling this meet up ever since they arrived here, after so many years apart did she just not care anymore?! What if Martyn felt the same surly he had his own reasons for stalling as well perhaps he wouldn’t feel the same anymore! What if-

“Are you ok?” Sqaishey finally asked, “yeah!” Netty squeaked as she swiftly turned away and pretended to look through a pile of clothes on the other side of the bed. Netty felt a firm grip on her shoulder, she didn’t turn around “this looks cute” she stuttered trying too hard to keep her voice steady. “What’s wrong?” Sqaisheys voice was firm yet sympathetic, “I… don’t know” she started her eyes starting to water, “I’m just nervous I guess” “but why?” “I don’t know!? It’s just been so long, and things might be different now!”

Netty knew she had to pick her words carefully, she never told anyone about what she or Martyn went through she knew explaining everything would be too much for her right now. “Because.. I haven’t seen him in so long!.. people go through stuff, they change and they meet new people!” she kept pausing to take sharp breaths “What if he doesn't like me anymore? What if he’s not… himself anymore, or at least the version of him I used to know”

Sqashiey patiently waited until they were sure Netty had said all she wanted to before opening their arms silently offering her a hug, to which she hastily accepted.

“Are you ready to see him again? Do you want to see him again?” Sqashiey gently stroked Nettys back as she sobbed “I want to… I want to see him, more then anything… but I don’t know if he wants to see me”

—

Martyn and Stampy walked across the river bank, it was an awkward situation to say the least. Martyn wasn’t entirely sure if he had chosen the right outfit but once he accidentally expressed that concern somehow Stampy managed to convince him to walk into town together, for a “last minute browse” or something along those lines.

He could hear Stampy chattering about something but he was only half listening, the town was an interesting place to say the least, colourful, welcoming, fluffy… somehow? It was almost unsettling how a place he’d never been to before could feel so, nostalgic? For lack of a better word.

He didn’t deserve this, he knew that. Why was everyone so patient with him? why were they so friendly? How could they not hate him? They had to have a motive, their had to be strings attached, their had to be-

“So what’s the main issue?” Stampys words finally reaching Martyn’s ears “yes!” he answered a little too quickly. Stampys tail twitched in mild irritation “are you even listening?” “Run that by me one more time” Martyn asked hoping whatever he was about to ask wouldn’t require extra context.

“Every time me or Sqashiey invite you to join us for anything, you mention how you don’t feel up to it. I understand you need time to adjust I honestly do, but locking yourself up away from everyone it can’t be good for you” “it’s like you said I just needed sometime” Martyn stated he didn’t meet Stampys eyes instead he glanced at the shops around him.

“It’s not just you, Netty also acts like that to an extent as well” that got Martyn’s attention “is she ok?!” “I hope so, we’ve tried asking her a few times but she refuses to elaborate, she tells us she alright and sometimes tags along when we invite her out but…” Stampy took a breath looking as if he was struggling to explain “I know I shouldn’t pry but as her brother I felt the need to understand what was wrong, I was hopping to get some answers out of you”

Martyn didn’t want to explain, he couldn’t explain, their was too much to go over it was such a long story. Not to mention he didn’t want to speak on Nettys behalf, but most of all he was confused, Netty didn’t tell anyone about what had happened?

After everything he had done, after everything he didn’t do and after everything Netty had gone through for him, she was still looking out for him. Keeping the whole story and its gory details hidden from her family just so they wouldn’t hold it against him… what did he do to deserve her?

His internal turmoil seemed to show on his expression as Stampys looked at him with worry, “look… I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer I shouldn’t ask you to speak on her behalf” “it’s just… I miss her” Martyn interrupted he shouldn’t open up, not in public and not to him of all people but it was too easy to here, and keeping up an obsidian hard exterior was near impossible is such a place.

Stampy took his hand and guided him inside an empty cafe for them to finish their conversation, “I just.. want to make it up to her” Stampys fur bristled and Martyn could see the cogs turning behind his eager eyes. he knew part of him wanted to pry, but the other part was patiently waiting for his permission. Martyn wouldn’t give that permission though, he would share at his own pace and give no more then what he thought was necessary.

“It’s been awhile and she’s… done a lot for me” his eyes darted along the floor cherry picking his explanation of any specifics, “it took me a long time to realise just how much it was, and… I don’t think I really deserve it.” “I’m worried that I may of… unwillingly hurt her in some way… and now she might realise that all she did for me should have been done to someone, worth it”

It felt strange to admit any of it, a voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to shut up, that he had no clue what he was talking about, and to an extent that voice was right. He didn’t fully understand how he felt, even now it just felt like he was babbling on about nothing, but whatever this nothing was it felt good to get it off his chest.

“But above all else, I miss her… I miss her so much” something got trapped in his throat but he held onto it tightly, refusing to let it escape his lips.

Stampys eyes were filled with empathy, of course he would empathise with him. Losing Netty must have been horrible for him as well. Martyn was so caught up in his own worry’s he’d completely forgotten that someone else would feel a similar way. But that’s the problem, similar was not the same, Stampy didn’t know about what had happened he didn’t understand the situation like Martyn did, all though perhaps in a way that made it worse.

The sorrow and anxiety boiled into frustration in his heart, he couldn’t open up, he shouldn't open up. Not about this, not about anything. What gave Stampy the right to pry anyway? Why did he have to start interrogating him about everything that happened and make him feel guilty? Just because Netty was Stampys sister don’t mean he can bother him when she doesn't give him the answers he wants. He knew they had a motive and he finally found it! Martyn was grasping at straws and he knew that, but he needed to justify his anger he needed to be frustrated it was easier then being vulnerable and much more painless then being empathised with.

He wanted to push back, or to shout accusations, or just grab his stuff and make a run for it,

“you know, I’ve been thinking about the get together recently and well… it has been awhile since Evo hasn’t it?” “Yeah it has!” He growled, he didn’t want to think of the years they lost to those monsters. “And well, you haven’t seen Netty in ages and well…” “well what!” He snapped, catching even himself off guard.

“What! What do you want! I’ve already played along with your interrogation so you want me to tell you all the gory details! You couldn't get answers out of Netty so you come bother me and expect me to let you guilt trip me into talking! What do you even want me to tell you?! How happy I am at the idea of sitting at a table surrounded by strangers!? I’ve been dreading this day all week how can I ever face her again after everything that’s happened?!

Stampy reached out a hand, but Martyn swatted it away.

“And Netty, oh sweet Netty, how can I ever face her again after everything they did to me!? after everything they did to her and everyone else?! AFTER EVERYTHING I DID!?”

…

Martyn needed a moment to catch his breath, Stampy just stood there in shock at the sudden out burst. “Well? What!?” He chocked, snarling at Stampy like a rabid dog.

He wanted confrontation, he didn’t know why but he need him to fight back. He needed Stampy to say the hard truth that he had been nothing but kind to Martyn since the day he’d arrived, while he’d been nothing more then a miserable burden on his live a disgusting stain on this beautiful colourful world.

For him to say he would never understand what his sister ever saw in him, to say that she deserved something better and that if she did justifiably never wanted to speak to him ever again he wouldn’t blame her in the slightest!

Instead he waited for his turn to speak, his expression shocked, sad, perhaps even a bit sympathetic, but not angry. “As I was going to ask, would you prefer it if You and Netty spent the tea party together and for me and the others to leave you in peace” of course he would say that…

Martyn just stared blankly at him trying to recollect his scattered thoughts, and rebuild his shattered composure. What was he even supposed to say?

The silence was unbearable, Martyn wasn’t sure on what to do so they both just stood there waiting for the other to make the first move. Until-

“there you are!” a voice startled them both as someone walked in. “Hello Sqashiey!” Stampy greeted his voice as cheery as usual, showing no trace of the conversation (more like one sided shouting match) he and Martyn just had.

“Going to a cafe before a tea party? Honestly that’s greedy even for you Stamps” Sqashiey teased earning them a playful nudge. “Hay! I’m just show Martyn around, what have you been doing all day?” He jokingly asked trying to hold back a laugh.

Wherever their conversation went from there Martyn didn’t know, he wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying, he was distracted. Watching them giggle over nothing, playfully teasing and leaning into each other closely. It was so sweet it made Martyn feel sick he couldn’t tell where that emotion had stemmed from, perhaps envy? Or was this just regular second hand embarrassment?

“Is that ok with you Martyn?” Sqashiey asked, Martyn nodded absentmindedly and before he knew it he was leaving the cafe with Sqashiey dragging him around town and Stampy going the other way.

—

Netty fussed with her necklace and pushed part of her fringe to one side, once she was happy she made her way down the stairs she was just outside the door before being stopped in her tracks. “Hello again!” Stampy waved from across the bridge “hi” “all ready for this afternoon?” “Yep!” Netty nodded trying to show her enthusiasm while hiding her nervousness, “you’ve still got a bit of time, want to do anything before it starts or were you planning on getting their early?”.

The idea of sitting alone in suspense sounded like torture at the best of times, now especially would be horrible. “I’m not sure” she signed, “you know Polly and Fizzy actually wanted me to come get you, I think they were saving this in till afterwards but they got it done quicker then expected. If you’re ready now, I’m sure we have time to see whatever they’re working on” he suggested clearly trying to not give too much away.

She nodded and walked along side him, it felt nice to finally get out after getting ready, she felt fresh and almost relaxed. “So are you exited?” Netty hummed and nodded but didn’t make eye contact. “I wonder, what could they be up to” he said clearly trying to bait her into guessing, she thought it might be a fun to play along “umm I bet its… something to do with… food” Stampy didn’t make eyes contact, not confirming or denying her guess “ok, maybe it’s something to wear? No actually that’s sounds more like a William thing umm… yeah I’m going with my first guess probably cookies… or perhaps it’s not food some sort of new game for us to play?”

Netty could see Stampy trying to hold back a smile, as he pretended to inspect something that wasn’t there to avoid looking at Netty. “Can I get a hint?” Stampy considered her but shook his head. “a stress toy maybe? Something for me to use to keep my mind off things… things that can go wrong” she squeezed her hands tightly causing them to shake for a few seconds “what kind of things?” Stampy questioned.

“Anything really…” she muttered, “Anything you say?” There was a hint of concern in his voice “Even an Alien invasion?” He joked trying to loosen the tense atmosphere. Netty forced a laugh as they continued down the path. “You know, I’ve been thinking about this get together” he began carefully, “yeah me… me to” she replied. “Been think about it all day” she really wasn’t in the mood to have this conversation but tried to hid that fact to the best of her ability’s.

“I had a brief… chat with Martyn and we considered the idea that just maybe it would be for the best if the tea party was more private”

Netty glanced at her brother with a confused look in her eyes. “I know you’ve both needed space since you got back-” “I’m sorry” she whispered guiltily “No, no, no! don’t be please, I understand you needed it but we don't want to overwhelm either of you that’s all. So if you’d prefer it could just be between you and Martyn, me and the others can give it a miss”.

Nettys heart sunk like an anchor, she was already nervous with how things would go with her brother and his friends there, now she had to face this by her self! “Are you sure?” She asked her voice uneasy, “I mean we’ve been back for ages surly he’s gotten to know you by now?” Stampy shook his head “I’ve hardly seen him since he arrived here, none of us have really… not even you?” he questioned. Netty took a deep breath she already went over this with Sqashiey it felt silly to get emotional over a none problem that she already discussed with someone else, she didn’t need to get emotional, so why was this so hard?

“Can you at least be there for some of it?” She squeaked “I know I’ve been reclusive lately and I’m sorry but please, I need someone there with me.. I’m not ready, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. But, if I’m going to go through with this can I at least have you there with me” she pleaded, her eyes large and shining.

Stampy looked conflicted at her words, glancing back and forth between her and the ground. Eventually he turned back to Netty “Of course, I can stay” before Netty could sigh with relief Stampy continued “but before I fully commit to this, how about we all discuss what we want together?” “Me and Sqashiey were the ones to set up the dates, the location, everything really, you guys said you were ok with everything but if your both having second thought wouldn’t it be best to plan this together?”

Netty felt a sting of guilt at her brothers words, she knew all along Stampy and Sqashiey were doing most of the work for her and Martyn, but hearing him say it aloud made her feel incredibly selfish. They had gone out of their way to make them comfortable and even planned a get together for them and now all she did was complicate things with her unnecessary feelings.

But still even if her feelings were built upon baseless paranoia they were still hers, she needed this, she needed someone to be there for her and tell her that no matter what happened everything would be ok.

She finally nodded, “ok, sounds like a plan” as they continued down the pavement.

Eventually they saw someone approaching them it was Polly, she pranced down the pavement merrily her bells jingling as she moved. “There you are, is it ready yet?” She nodded excitedly and bounced away, before turning around beckoning them to follow her.

She could see Fizzy standing in front of something on the side of the pavement, perhaps a table? Fizzy and Polly looked at each other and jumped away in unison the ground shaking slightly when Fizzy landed, on the table was a rapped box unevenly tied with string and messily decorated with bells and glitter.

Netty couldn’t help but smile fondly at their work, they put in all that effort just for her? “Go one open it” Stampy nudged her forward and she reached for the box, she tried to carefully open it without Ruining it but glitter stained fingers tips, and several bells fell off as soon as she picked up the box.

Once she managed to untie the ribbon on the box and tear off the rapping paper she lifted the lid, inside were several large cookies stacked on top of each other, with a thick layer of icing in between each one and decorated with apple slices making it look like a cake. Netty looked at them with the biggest smile on her face, “thank you guy!” she beamed before closing the box again, as tempting as the idea of keeping it to herself sounded it was clearly made to share, that’s probably why they were saving it for later originally so they could bring it to the tea party and they could all eat it together.

She was about to explain her thought to the other when the reindeer jumped in front of her franticly waving her arms around, when Netty tried to step passed Polly she mirrored her movement blocking her path. “excuse me polly” She tried to politely squeeze past her but she wasn’t letting her continue. “What? What’s the matter?” She huffed before being presented a large book, (Polly had a note book filled with simple sentences for when she needed quick communication) Polly clumsily flicked through the pages before she shoved the book into Nettys face.

Netty took the book and looked down as Polly tapped her hooves against the word ‘late’, then it hit her “we’re late!”.

—

Martyn followed Sqashiey down the road, they seemed rather pleased with the situation although he didn’t know what they needed from him. But he didn’t want to ask because that would require admitting he wasn’t listening to their conversation in the cafe, he then bumped into Sqashiey when they made a sudden stop.

He turned to see what Sqashiey was looking at, in front of them was the local clothes shop, Martyn groaned internally at the sight. They were still going to make him do this? Really? Now? Brows and buy something to wear at the literal last minute?

He sheepishly followed Sqaisheys lead as they skipped inside and then to his surprise went behind the counter into the storage area, he passed several stands of brightly coloured clothing as they walked down the woolly corridor.

He then noticed two people standing by the door at the end of the corridor William and Veeva Dash, without even realising it Martyn instinctively gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, bracing himself for confrontation.

“So it’s ready right?” Sqaisheys asked, the two noded as William reached for the doorknob, he then flung the door open and gestured proudly at the manikin in the centre of the dressing room.

Inside was a finely tailored suit, it had a pure white long sleeved shirt, a dark green vest, a bright green tie and a large black coat draped over the stands shoulders almost like a cap. William smiled confidently waiting for Martyn’s reaction, Martyn stood their his face twisted into a look of shock, confusion and something that was almost amazement.

He approached it slowly and walked around the manikin inspecting it from all angels as he got close he caught the faint smell of the forest coming off the fabric, he stared sheepishly glancing between the clothing and the people in the door way who eagerly awaited his opinions.

Thoughts rushed through Martyns mind like a flooded stream,When did you make this? How did you make it so fast? Is it for me? Will it even fit? If it does how did you know my size?! A small and breathless “What?” Was all he could manage to say.

Williams smile faltered slightly as Veeva twitched with anticipation… “do you not like it?” Sqashiey finally asked breaking the deafening silence.

“No! I mean yes! I mean it’s very nice thank you very much but… why?” He spluttered embarrassing, “well, Everyone wanted to make you feel welcome here, but like you kept saying you needed time for yourself so we instructed everyone to keep away for awhile” “right…” Martyn nodded “but these guys wanted to make something for you, so well, here you are, William made you this and you can probably smell the potion Veeva dash put on it, it’s a special potion that gives it a fresh smell and also makes it glow in the dark.

Sqashiey demonstrated by creating a gust of wind with their wings blowing out all the touches in the room, just as they promised the suit started to glow as bright floral patterns previously invisible appeared on the vest and coat. As Martyn admired the work speechlessly William had already re lit the torches in the room causing the hypnotic glow to fade along with the patterns.

“All this trouble just for me?” Martyn whispered more to himself then the others, William shook his head “don't under estimate them it’s no trouble at all, a bit last minute but still” Sqashiey insisted.

Martyn was at a lose for words it’s was beautiful, he didn’t know what to say so he didn’t say anything. Suddenly he flinched at the sound of a farmiliar hissing, “Creeper!” He shouted As he unsheived his sword in alarm and spun around to find the source of the noise.

Sqaishey and William stood to attention but their was no creeper, Veeva Dash then pointed to the ceiling and they all saw two large parrots flying over them mimicking the hisses of a creeper. “Veeva Dash! Sorry about that Martyn those peaky birds just love mischief” Sqaishey apologised, Veeva dash then started pointing to something in her hand, it glittered in the torch light before she grew impatient and matched over to Martyn practically shoving it into his face. It was a clock…

“It’s almost time” he started before William got behind him and pushed him closer to the manikin before shooing everyone else out of the room closing the door behind him. Martyn took the hint and started taking the clothing off its stand.

—

The set up was nothing spectacular, just a simple table and umbrella with enough seats for everyone. The two groups walked towards the table on opposite ends reaching the spot almost at the same time.

As soon as Netty and Martyn saw eachother they stopped dead in their tracks, in the background they could hear the cluttering of cutlery and the placing of plates as the helpers were getting ready to eat. They were so close yet everything felt so far away as if nothing existed except for Netty and Martyn, both trapped in a silent void waiting in anticipation for the other to make the first move.

Thankfully that was soon decided for them as a question caught their attention, “so how do you want to do this?” Stampy asked looking between the frozen pair. “What?” They both echoed back to him, Stampy gave Netty and encouraging look and nod, as if trying to tell her to speak up about the situation and after a moment she realised what he meant. “I.. well how dose everyone else fancy doing things? You guys did pretty much all the work, what do you think?” She glanced at Stampy who subtly shook his head, “umm depends what do you mean” Martyn Questioned. “You know what it doesn’t matter we’ll just do it how we intended” Netty stuttered.

“alright, have fun then” Sqaishey shrugged “were are you going?” Martyn asked “wasn’t that the new plan? You guys wanted to be alone?” “NO! I mean yes, I mean we wanted to talk about that actually” Netty shivered as the general breeze picked up and turned cold. Everyone seemed to be uncomfortable, but why? This was just a simple misunderstanding, in fact it wasn’t even that they just needed to discuss a last minute change of plan.

They finally heard someone speak up, “what do you want Netty?” She turned to the source of the noise, it was Martyn. “what do you want?” He repeated softly “I’m, so sorry. I’m not really sure, I just want us all to enjoy ourselves together… but if you’d rather it was less crowded I’m sure that-” “no, no… it’s ok” he nodded “you’ve all gone through the trouble so might as well, you’ve all made me feel so… welcome here, thank you” he smiled.

They all sat down to enjoy the food they brought, cakes, pies, cookies and so much more. It was clear they all brought way too much but no one seemed to mind, Netty let out a whisper of relief as she watched the others laughing as they ate together, she felt the her anxiety’s melt away being replaced with a bubbly excitement quickly finding herself laughing along as well.

She honestly had no clue why she was so worried and even though she doesn’t know it yet Martyn felt the same way. She looked across the table at Martyn as the subject of the conversation changed and he looked back at her, the background chatter fading away as the world around them grew darker.

“Thank you” Martyn smiled gratefully, Netty smiled shyly “no thank you, I’m having fun this is very nice, you look great by the way” “why thanks you look quite smashing yourself” he winked as Netty giggled.

Martyn scratched the back of his head as he considered what to say next “I’m sorry, it took so long to talk to you again.” “No it’s ok, I also needed time after… everything” “I missed you, I missed you so much, I’m sorry that you had to see all that” “No! Please it’s ok I’m sorry I couldn’t find away to bring you all home sooner, I wanted more then anything to tell you all I was looking out for you, but I couldn’t risk drawing their attention…”

They both reached over the small table and grabbed each other’s hands, it felt so warm and tender. It had been such a long time since they had been able to experience such a simple pleasure. Just then a sparkle caught both of their eyes, they leaned forward to get a better look as they both refused to let go of earth others hand.

The glittering light was coming off two matching rings, both golden and gem increased, one dawning bright green emeralds and the other shining diamonds, it was there engagement rings. “You kept it? After all this time” Netty whispered “of course, even when it seemed like I’d never see you again. It was something I wanted to hang onto.”

Netty remembered the day Martyn proposed to her, it caught her so off guard she nearly stumbled over in surprise and even thought it was just a joke, but no it was true. They were meant to spend the rest of their lives together, that life and the countless that would come afterwards… until the day the Watchers took him away.

The two stared entranced into each other eyes with a look of longing and grief, so much time they had lost to them, so many years apart believing their truly was no hope and they would never see each other again, and yet here they were, against all odds and against even the will of the Devine they were both here, together again.

They both leaned in closer their hands firmly locked together, until… a roaring thunder crashed over head startling them both, they snapped out of their enchantment and looked up as rain drops fell from the sky “oh on!” Stampy hissed snatching up the few cakes that had somehow remained untouched until now as Sqaishey grabbed the pie tins “come on everyone inside!” Sqaishey instructed, both running back to Sqaisheys house as the helpers grabbed their share of food.

“Oh gosh” Martyn groaned before feeling a sudden slash of water at his legs, Netty had kicked a small puddle of water his way after grabbing what was left for her. “race you back!” She laughed skipping down the puddle covered pavement, “Hay get back here!” Martyn barked running after her kicking up puddle water with a mischievous grin as they both followed the others.

Note: This is my first fan fiction so please go easy on me, any and all feed back is appreciated. Thank you for reading have a lovely day.

[bubblesandpages]

It would have gutted me (it's gutting me now thinking about it five years after the fact) but Emma should have had to exchanged getting to live with her family for the chance for all of them to make it safely to the human world—with the only caveat being that as she bartered for all the cattle children to be safe, Norman, who by this point should have been revealed to be a member of the Ratri clan, should have been the only one able to stay with her. Ray should have made the choice to move on and live for himself, and the rest of their family (and dragged a very much alive Isabella along with him, because forgiveness isn't something you earn, it's given).

Getting her memories wiped was a half-assed attempt at the bittersweet ending the series had built up to and deserved. Emma has managed for the entire series to save her loved ones again, and again dancing on a cliff's edge that wasn't able to claim her, and took relatively few of the people she cared about. Emma is a force that sets the world off balance, being left with no other option but to make a deal with The One should have forced her to pay all that was due in full, hence the cost of her family's safety being her eternal separation from them. The thing that she wants most in exchange for the thing that matters the most. Yes, in universe to her it may amount to the same thing, but to us the audience we were robbed of that final definitive separation, and the meaning it would have carried.

To live with our choices is a harder burden to bear then to reap the reward with no memory of the struggle it took to get there.

For all that Ray's arc is continually put down, and picked up again post Goldy Pond, this ending where he chooses life, chooses the family he never believed he could have, and chooses to let go of the two people he would have given them all up for, to look at the mother who's footsteps he's walked and held out his hand offering her the same forgiveness and chance he's struggled to give himself, to look at Emma and Norman's sacrifice and to still choose to be happy despite it to know he is and always was worthy of that happiness—tell me there wouldn't be a more fitting end to his story. To all of their stories.

Because as much as I struggled with this version of the ending, I have never been able to shake the thought that this is the way the story was meant to end.

[fizzyxcustard]

When you see something you wished you’d never had to see and now feel like never writing again.

Just me being dramatic, but I saw something over on AO3 and it’s literally just knocked me for a loop the last couple of hours. 😞😞😞 I’ll get my mojo back.

I’ll get over it but just needed to get it out of my system.

[fizzywashere87]

A Dunce For You <3 or sum shit ion know

This was written with Amor's personality in mind- so sorry if it's not as flexible as an x reader should be. Go cry about it because amor mogs you all. You just lost 30k aura if ur not amor/my moots reading this >:)

@nuncscioquidsitamor-13 i hope you like it :3

Warnings: reader is basically an oc, mentions of different oc's kaminari loves amor more than you, fluff :3

M. List

It was about that time where everyone can relax and unwind. It was about that time where everyone can reflect on their day, laugh and talk about moments that have happened throughout the day. It was about that time where everyone can just enjoy each other's presences and company without a worry for tomorrow's 'what ifs'.

Everyone looked forward to this time of day after dinner, where the day really set in and tension is finally released.

You were walking towards the couches in the dorm's common room to finally unwind and relax, minding your own business as usual. As you plopped down on the couch, you quickly came to realize you did not plop down on the spot you were going for. It was definitely vacant right before you sat down, so, why are you in your boyfriend's lap?! You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you heard him giggling from behind you, you rolled your eyes. Despite his mischievous actions and playful intentions, his hands were comfortably resting and holding onto your hips as if they belonged there from the beginning.

"Denki," you start trying, to keep up that annoyed façade, though his dorky giggles were making it extremely difficult to do that and you had to fight back a smile.

"Whaaaat Mama? It's not my fault a pretty girl just happened to fall in my lap!" Kaminari chuckled pulling you closer to him. You understood he'd probably just wanted to cuddle, which was most likely going to be his next question, it went like this every time.

"Can we cuddle? Pleeeeeeaaase?" He begged as he does every time. There wasn't really anyone around right now, Isabella was seen giggling and messing around with Kirishima some distance away, but they seemed to be going somewhere else shortly. You pretended to think for a moment before sighing giving him another eyeroll.

"Okay." You say, turning around to face him and he flashes you a big grin. You felt that same heat rise to your cheeks once more as you thought about the way he grinned at you when you said 'yes' to something as simple as cuddling.

He laid back against the couch bringing you with him so you laid against his chest. It was times like this you appreciated, when he wasn't being a total dunce. While you loved him for that it was nice to wind down after being pushed to your limits all day, winding down with him was even better. He removed your glasses for you so the frames wouldn't get in the way, and for once in his life he was careful with it. He set them on the nearby table and allowed you to take up as much space as you wanted against him. It felt nice to have your hair played with, and the fact Kaminari was doing it felt sooo much nicer.

You closed your eyes listening to his heartbeat thumping against his chest reflecting on the tiring day you had silently against him. At one point he started whispering sweet nothings to you, and it made you realize his eyes are on you, and only for you. Nobody else could walk in and change that.

You hear Stella's voice in the background, then Isabella's, and you hear them quiet down as they get closer. You didn't have enough energy to open your eyes anyways, and judging by Kaminari's calm breathing your boyfriend was asleep. Damn.

"I think they're asleep guys." Bella whispers sarcastically, you could hear the smirk in her voice, Kirishima was heard a little farther back.

"No shit dumbass." Selle giggles taking a picture of the two, Bakugo scoffed also seemingly further back.

"Right, c'mon they're both knocked out as fuck." Bella mutters, not before leaning towards Kaminari, "I'll give you 50 if you pinch her right now." Not a twitch. "Damn." They both walk off giggling with each other as if they'd done something childish.

Their voices fade away as you fully succumb to the sleep nagging at your brain. You didn't know it but he looks at you everyday and wonders how he'd ever gotten so lucky.

...

"Denki where'd you put my glasses?!" You call out to him not being able to find your glasses. You heard a nervous giggle getting closer and you turn around to face him, crossing your arms.

"Relax babes! You don't even need them! You look super cute even without 'em!!" He says thinking he's solved the problem, obviously proud of himself.

"I need them to see!!"

"DON'T SPRAY ME WITH YOUR WATER AGAIN PLEASE MORI!!"

SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT IF YOU WANT MORE I CAN WRITE IT LATER!!

also srry if it kinda sucks my mind is tweaking.

[fizzyizzysoda]

happy (belated) ace day to my favourite menace

rekha you have my heart — and here are some fun facts from the Mad IQniverse (see what I did there?) and my chaotic planning document

Rekha's mom was an olympic level sharpshooter, the only reason she didn't make it big is because by the time she'd gotten good enough, the olympics had been replaced by the UA sports festival

when she was young rekha attempted to pierce her own ears and they immediately got infected

the first thing rekha ever made was a circuit board, which she'd completed with the help of her dad at age 4

i have a list of potential AUs and oneshots I might write, usually with not much further information than what the AU will be. this leads to gems such as:

clearly written during the term where my english class was studying shakespeare

there's this one as well:

which sounds pretty accurate. don't ask rekha to do anything that isn't gun violence— she will fail miserably

every single character from her special ed class WILL reappear at some stage— in fact, yui takahashi will be the first, followed swiftly by jasmine watanabe <3

rekha's dad's quirk is called form: the user can gather loose materials like sand, dust, snow, or nearby detritus, and shape it into solid constructions.

her mom's quirk is supercharger: the user can expend their energy to “supercharge” electronics, allowing them to function at maximum efficiency. The user can pour their quirk into one machine for the greatest yield, or multiple at once, but at reduced potency

i can't remember if i've mentioned this or not, but Marcia came 6th in the practical entrance exam!

rekha is named after the actress/comedian rekha shankhar of college humour/dropout fame !! sometimes though, I forget this, and so when I watch a dropout series and RS appears I get psychic damage

that's all for today!! a new chapter will be coming to you soon, probably within the next two weeks :)

[fizzigigsimmer]

Chapter 1

Title: Tomorrrrow

Pairing: Harringrove

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Realistic depictions of homophobia and domestic violence.

Summary: When Billy was young and dumb (and six years old) his dream was to be a ballet dancer like his mother, and live together with his best friend Steve. Unfortunately Billy's fractured home isn't fit for any dream but surviving another day, and he soon leaves all those hopes behind him - along with Steve. But their paths collide when Billy receives an offer to train for a professional career at the exclusive Hawkins Academy of Arts, where Steve is the uncontested star. As the battle to determine which of them is truly #1 heats up - so does everything else - and for the first time in years, Billy's not just thinking about today.

[bookworm-with-coffee]

What is your favourite fic you’ve ever written, and why? ❤️❤️

Oof— Fizzy, you're asking all the difficult questions!! 🤣💖

I find it so hard to pick favourites, as I usually don't have any or tend to think about it. If I had to pick one though, it would be "Sleepless Nights" - my Fili x Reader fic!! 🥰

I'm a sucker for a good ol' comfort fic when it comes to my favourite Hobbits and Dwarves!! And as I'm sure you can agree (perhaps moreso with Thorin, our beloved), nothing compares to imagining oneself in the VERY warm embrace of a Dwarf 😍😍😍😍

Thank you so, so much for this ask, Sweetheart. Take this big Thorin hug with you 🥺💖🫂💐❤