#hiiii tech :3

[tippyinmyteacups]

Me when I have been looking for a fic I lost for like months probably a year atp and I remember another one I lost. I somehow find that one, look thru the authors works, finds the first fic, looks thru the rest finds two fics I've been reading by that same author. And I realize that I have murder/suicide tendencies:

[weneeya]

hiiii admin ♡

i love your clingy bf!gojo series !! how would jjk men react to someone hitting on you? thank you for considering, love ya <3

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note. hii!! thank you sm, I'm glad you love it aaaa I hope you will enjoy this one too! love ya too <3

Gojo Satoru 

he’s clingy, all the time, so it’s hard for anyone to hit on you 

but if he saw anyone hitting on you? oh lord 

he’s going almost feral

Satoru was looking at you from afar, his hands almost shaking. Who was the asshole, who dared talking with you like this? Didn’t he know that you were taken? You were his girlfriend, his lover, and everybody was aware of that. 

You were a bit uncomfortable, trying to deny him softly without being too aggressive. It wasn’t your type at all. But Satoru wasn’t as soft as you. Before you could realize it, your boyfriend was next to you, his arm around your waist. He raised an eyebrow, looking over his glasses to look at the stranger with his piercing blue eyes. 

He brought you closer to him, almost to confirm to this man that you were clearly taken and not interested by him. He said sorry right after he saw Satoru’s gaze, leaving as quickly as he arrived. You turned your head to look at your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a smile on his lips. 

“What?” he said, like nothing happened. You rolled your eyes, hitting him slightly on the shoulder. “You’re an idiot,” your reaction made him giggled before he left a kiss on your cheek. Nobody messed with the strongest sorcerer, and especially not with his lover. 

Geto Suguru

he’s not worried at all, of course 

but he’s not going to stay without doing anything 

he’s subtile but protective 

You were waiting for Suguru outside of the building where he was supposed to join you soon. You were on your own, a bit nervous; and you were right. A man arrived close to you, resting on the wall next to you. He started to talk to you while you were trying to ignore him. He wanted your number, but you weren’t answering at any of his words. 

Suguru arrived when the man was almost shouting at you so you would answer him. He arrived next to you, leaving a kiss on your cheek like that stranger wasn’t there. 

“Sorry sweetheart, I’m late,” he said, before looking at the man. He tilted his head to the side, acting all innocent. “You needed something?” the stranger cleared his throat, a bit ashamed that he almost got caught. Suguru watched him as he left, still smiling all innocently. 

“Thank you Suguru,” you said as you looked at him with a slight smile. He left a peck on your temple, putting his arm around your shoulders. 

Nanami Kento 

he knows you’re strong enough to defend yourself

but he doesn’t like to see man close to you

he’s protective, more than anything 

You were engaged to Kento, and you were the happiest woman on Earth. Your soon-to-be husband had been on a mission for a few days, leaving you alone at Jujutsu Tech as you were a teacher there. A new teacher just arrived a few weeks ago, and he was clearly interested in you. He wasn’t really discreet about it, especially now that Kento was on a mission. 

He was currently talking to you, as you were trying to let him understand that you weren’t interested at all. He wasn’t listening to you, trying to get your number by anyways. Sadly for him, the sorcerer just came back from his mission and he was searching for you. 

Kento arrived close to both of you, crossing his arms as he was looking at the teacher from behind his glasses. He slowly raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed by what was happening. 

“Do you need something from my wife?” he asked as the teacher almost choked on his own saliva. He quickly shook his head, before pretexting to be busy so he needed to leave. You turned your head to look at Kento, a soft smile appearing on your lips. 

“Maybe I should be hit on more frequently,” you said as Kento sighed slightly. You were strong enough to defend yourself, but you were too amused by seeing Kento being jealous and possessive. 

Toji Fushiguro

he’s the type to don’t care, or at least it seems like it 

he’s watching at scene in silence, waiting to see what would happen

but he’s scary, and you’re his 

You were dancing at the club, as Toji was waiting for you from a bit afar. He was still looking at you anyway, keeping his eyes on you as you were enjoying yourself on the dancefloor. His arms were crossed, and he sighed slightly as he was starting to get bored. 

Until a man arrived closer to you, to dance with you. He slowly raised an eyebrow as he saw the stranger dancing way too close from your body. He was almost rubbing himself against you, even if you were trying to push him away with all your sweetness. 

Toji arrived behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder. The man turned around, ready to fight against this figure behind him ; until he faced Toji. The man was huge and his dark gaze was piercing through the stranger’s skin. “Leave her alone,” he said with no hesitation. The man needed only a few seconds to run away from you, not even saying a word. 

You turned around to look at your boyfriend, and you sighed in relief when you saw it was him. He decided to stay with you for the rest of the night, just in case. You were his, and he wasn’t going to let anyone think otherwise. 

Itadori Yuuji

the boy is too soft for his own good 

when he saw someone hitting on you, he’s not even worried for a second 

he trusts you with all his heart

You were peacefully sitting at a cafe, waiting for your boyfriend who left to grab your order. You were scrolling on your phone when you saw a shadow next to you. You turned your head to look at the figure, thinking it was Yuuji, and you were surprised to see another man that you didn’t know. He was clearly hitting on you, trying to get your number as you were telling him that you weren’t interested because you had a boyfriend. Apparently, the stranger didn’t seem to care at all, as he was insisting. 

Yuuji came back after a few moments, your two drinks between his hands and a huge smile on his lips. “Here’s your chocolate, love!” he said before he sat back in front of you. It took him a second to realize that there was someone else, his eyes meeting the stranger's. 

“You needed something?” he asked, tilting his head on the side. The man suddenly seemed a bit uncomfortable and, after finding an excuse, he quickly left. Yuuji didn’t understand what just happened as he looked back at you, frowning slightly. You couldn’t help but to laugh softly at his reaction. He was so pure, and you loved him so much. 

Megumi Fushiguro

the boy is insecure 

he’s looking at you from afar without saying anything

he’s just waiting for you to come back

When he saw you talking with this other student who was clearly hitting on you, Megumi felt a bit hurt. He was always thinking that he wasn’t enough for you, and seeing you being oblivious about it was maybe even worse. 

When you finally came back to him, something seemed a bit off. You were worried, and you started to get it from him, but he wasn’t answering, acting like nothing was wrong. After a few moments, while you were leaving to get home, your boyfriend finally told you the problem. 

“Maybe you’re more interested in him, than in me,” he finally admitted, and you couldn’t believe it. You stopped while working, grabbing his hands so he would look at you. 

“Megumi, sweetie, I’m sorry! It’s nothing like that, I love you more than anything!” You quickly came closer to him, hugging him tightly as you were scared that you hurt him too much. He rested his hand on your back, rubbing it slowly as a slight smile appeared on his lips. 

“It’s okay, it’s fine,” he finally reassured you. Maybe he was overthinking, as always, but seeing you being so sweet was easing his heart in a second. 

I love those requests, thank you sm!! I'm becoming a jjk account but it's fine for me lmao

[dancingdonatello]

hiiii!! I really like your works and I wanted to know if you could write the rise turtles where their crush meets their future selves and their crush is giving all their attention to the future versions. They get jealous and some time after the future versions leave, they confess-

Sorry if you've already got this before!! And thanks for reading this :3

rise tmnt x reader

Raph pouted to himself as you touched all the scars and spikes of his future self. Sure, it was cool to see he got even bigger, even spikier, and even cooler in the next few years, but it wasn’t as nice to watch you fawn all over him.

How could he even convince himself he was better than his future self? They looked nearly identical but Raph was missing an eye. So he was younger, less experienced, and minus an eye. Clearly, he was losing this make believe battle.

When you passed him, Raph made sure to grab you and hold you against his side. You looked up at him in surprise but he looked away, pretending it wasn’t out of character for him to manhandle you. He risked a glance at his future self and looked away embarrassed at the knowing look. Ugh.

No way he could hide his crush any longer from you.

Leo rolled his eyes as his future self recounted yet another tale of saving a baby from a Kraang monster. You ate it up, eyes shining up at future Leo with adoration.

Leo may have started the invasion, but he also managed to stop it before it could kill all of humanity. So, ha! Future Leo had failed… It was weird to bully himself.

Whatever. He continued to glare at himself, tapping his fingers impatiently. You and him were supposed to go out to eat in two-ish minutes and yet you were still chatting it up with him. He’d have to make sure by the end of that day that you were his and his alone. No future version of himself included.

He crushed up a napkin in front of him and threw it at his future self’s forehead. The larger turtle glared at him and he stuck his tongue out at him. He grabbed you, opened a portal, and took you far, far away from the other turtle. Finally, he was alone with you. So what if he was jealous of himself? He was a looker, that’s for sure.

Did you have to feel up his muscles so obviously? Donnie glowered from a distance, arms crossed and posture tense. And you were talking about all of his tech that he made. Well, Donnie could probably do better than that old turtle could do in a wasteland. Why weren’t you talking to him instead?

Not long after the future Donatello gets distracted by something Mikey is doing, Donnie uses a metal claw to drag you away into his more private lab. “You’re allowed to touch only me.” He glared down at you while you blinked at him innocently, clueless.

“I’m the only one allowed to touch you?” He slapped a hand to his face. “Oh!” Your eyes gleamed. “Were you jealous?”

“No,” he grumbled, leaning away from you as you tried to press close to his face. “I could care less about you.”

“So you COULD care less? So you do?” He froze at his mistake as you joyfully giggled.

Mikey bit at his lip, watching anxiously as you ‘ooh’ed and ‘aw’ed over future him’s magic. Come on! Future him totally knew what he was doing at this point. He knew Mikey couldn’t do any of that cool stuff.

He stood off to the side dejectedly as you finally returned to his side. He’d probably learn all of those eventually, but he couldn’t help but still feel like an idiot who didn’t know how to do it just yet. He looked at you with sad puppy eyes. “You still think I’m cool, right?”

“Of course? You’re the same person?” You were confused. He pouted.

“You don’t love him more than me?”

“Mikey… you’re a lot cuter than your future self.” You stared at future Mikey who had somehow grown hair and then balded. Unlucky, very unlucky. “Just promise me you won’t grow hair.”

“Deal!” He hugged you tight and picked you up, dragging you away from his future self.

[elmushterri]

hiiii i when watching the pj masks rewrite video i was so excited bc i’d watched your guardians rewrite a year or so back (which is a movie i hold close to my heart) so i was hyped to see with what you came up with next but oh. my. cosmos. i never thought i’d get hyperfixated on a show i only have vague memories of from watching as a little kid. gunn tech au is spinning in my brain like a microwave. and all the art you’ve made of it is amazing it’s got me so hooked catch and release policy does not apply i am being eaten for dinner

i’m stuck on the idea of catboy and nightninja bonding over their hoard of siblings, i think it’s so cute i remember them beefing in the original show a bit i think their banter would be fun

i’m curious about who all the team gets sent to fight and how that often plays out along with romeo being their main villain as, at least my brain decided to interpret it as, he’s at gunn tech a lot so i assumed they’d see each casually often

anyway these aren’t things you’d need to answer if you don’t want to i just really wanted to tell you what’s on my mind and how cool you’re work is, both the art and the story i really wasn’t expecting to be so pulled in but i guess that’s just how awesome it was.

lots of loves and admiration and i hope you’re having an amazing day (ps i hope you enjoy fencing, i seem to know of a lot of super cool people who happen to fence)

AW, this is adorable— and “Oh my cosmos” is AMAZING, right up my alley. Glad you like the GunnTech AU!

If I’m understanding your question right, I think Romeo used to be at GunnTech before he split to start trying to experiment/genetically modify everyone in the world (or starting with the city, moving onto the world). But then in the later seasons (3 or 4-5), when the heroes start rebelling against GunnTech/it’s revealed GunnTech is bad, GunnTech asks for Romeo’s help and that’s when he rejoins, because they’re “all” evil now/all on the bad side. Romeo begins working with Grayson Gunn.

(ALSO YES I LOVE FENCING, HEMA IS AN AMAZING SPORT 😄😄)

[xprakzif]

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requested: yess

summary: after boringly hanging out with your bestfriend, you end up secretly ditching her for her brother, your boyfriend.

warnings: none!!

short oneshot

an« first request so apologies if it’s not great »

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chase was never used to the affection of having a girlfriend.

after finding out his shared feelings for you by your best friend, his sister, she playfully forced him to ask you out one day at their house.

usually you would come over to hang out with bree, since chase was always in his world of science, but you felt real clingy and decided to bother him. you got up from your place on the bed in one of davenports spare rooms, which you and bree would spend time together in.

“brb, going to the bathroom.” you fibbed not wanting to admit you were really going to check on your boyfriend. bree nodded, not removing her focus from her phone.

“hiiiii,” singing as you entered the metal doors of the lab.

he was sat on a stool, messing with some high-tech computer. not even turning to look at his girlfriend walk in.

“hi, y/n.” he said sternly still focused.

you pulled the stool next to him closer so you could be in his space. sitting down, you lean your head on his shoulder. “aren’t you hanging with bree today? i’m a little busy.”

“yea, but i missed you.” you wrap your arms around his shoulders squeezing him lovingly.

he blushed at your words thinking you wouldn’t notice but you did. you poked at his cheek and he finally turned to look at you. you smiled softly.

he looked to your lips and back to your eyes. you knew what he was aiming for. it had been occurred to you that he was definitely shy in the relationship. it was still pretty new, and he hadn’t had much experience. mostly hesitant when he touches you, or even flustered when you give him a quick smooch on the cheek. you never minded that though, often finding it adorable.

you remove an arm from around his shoulders and place a hand softly on his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss.

pulling back, you grin at his pink tinted skin.

“i thought you were busy?” you joked. still having your arms now around his neck. he smiled as he looked back to his device. “so can i hang here? pleaseeeee?” you plead as you embrace him closer.

“yes- i mean what about bree?” he discussed.

“i don’t even think she realizes i left..”

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hiiii, request are still open<3

alsooo i haven’t updated on my wattpad in a min but i’ll be posting a new chapter of the chase fic later today:)

[styxwanderer]

The Wrong Fake Identity | Twisted Wonderland [pt.7]

part 1 Part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 <part 7>

[The final plan in action]

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You are chilling by Idia’s side just sniffing the scent of catnip that is on him, rubbing your cheeks against him.

Idia on the other hand is fighting his pride and soul as he pretended to be nonchalant about it. His hair occasionally flaring pink at the end. He can’t focus at his game at all and so he decided to just cuddle you as he give up his pride, he hoped you stay like this forever or just never remember any if this for the aake of his sanity.

‘BOOM!!!’ 

Idia’s room rattled, jolting him awake as he quickly cramble to his monitor, you in tow of course. 

“Ortho can you… never mind!” He quickly tap into his keyboard opening up the cctv he set up illegally surrounding the school.

“What the..”

“I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME SHROUD! GIVE THEM NACK OR I HAVE YOUR HEAD OFF!” The red haired man spoke in all authority face red as he was riding a tank like vehicle ?! 

“Hiiii! riddle is scary.. and is that.. WHERE THE HECK DID THEY GOT THT?! Dont tell me.. its impossible..”

“Riddle wait, you shouldn’t charge foward without plan like that.” Azul is seen on the steering wheel while trying to make riddle sit back down. 

“Goldfish is funner like this, although he is stealing my style, it should be me who mindlessly charging foward.” 

“Riddle sit back down its dangerous.” Trey tried to persuade.

Another blast now nearer to where idia reside, he could hear a chariot.

“Hand them back now shroud! Or well hope you like living in sand.” Leona said hanging on the side of the chariot, hand on his staff, accompanied with ruggie. 

“BAMMM!!”

Another blast is sound on the opposite side of riddle. 

“Bam bam!This vehicle is pretty fun to blast!” Carter having fun with the not so lethal weapon promptly attached to it. “I agree, please let me have a turn at it, it might be fun to blast a certain fire with it.” Jade smirked. Silver is contemplating if this is alright but come to an agreement that you are taken as hostage so of course he needed to be the knight in shining armour and rescue the defenseless you from the clutches of the fire headed shut in who has taken you hostage on top of the tall building of a dorm which is ignihyde. “I will come to save you, y/n..” 

Vil then came on a same chariot that is suspiciously similar to those in styx and rook is driving it. “Hand y/n over , oh poor y/n i can’t imagine the state of her under your care, probably a diet of energy drinks and junk food. The thought of it!” The lights are flashing through those they cant go near nor can they attach since idia had set up special defense in his dorm especially his room. 

“C’mon idia its not fair to keep her all lock up for you!!” Kalim whined. He is flying in his magic carpet along with jamil. “Kalim please stop moving or we will fall!” Jamil is contemplating that he shouldve taken the over to use the chariots with vil and rook.

“Mr.Shroud enough with this charade, hand over y/n and let it be over. There is a much more dire situation at hand” Crowley shouted into the megaphone, he of course is accompanied by the other staff who is ready in command depending on idia cooperativeness. 

“Geez what’s this, i am completely surrounded..you may have tanks and all but nothing can over power my technology, they could try of course. Hahahaha…:  come to think off, how did they manage to build this kind of contraption in such a short time. The design is kind of familiar too.. don’t tell me..”

“ORTHO! Its you isn’t?! You are betraying your brother now?!” 

“Eurk… im sorry brother.. they held me captureee!!” The poor robot speak. 

“No matter, you can fire all you like but none of you could get a scratch on me with that kind of tech, try me hahahaha.” 

“Oh the faith of me, to have to be a headmage for these kinds of students, i could feel a headaches coming by.”

“COCKY ARE WE?! We’LL SEE ABOUT THAT!”

“Quite the arrogance you have shroud.“ the king of fae irked as he tried to pry off the shield. The shield did actually bent but it takes much energy.

“I hate technology.” He uttered.

“This is the first time i felt the same way.” Said the old bat.

“Eek.. these op character actually can pry my shield off I need to think of something.”

The two keep trying to pry it open giving an opening for their friends.

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Meanwhile, the first year (minus one) are tasked with a very important task

A kidnapping mission to be exact 

The six of them had been covered top to bottom with the leftover catnip they found. 

Tiptoe they go into dorm. 

<<Insert spy music>>

Epel freezing every encounter with an alerting students.

Ace and deuce the tweedledee tweedledum occasionally bickering with grim

Jack trying very hard to keep the trio idiots silent, no bickering.

But most of all they are keeping sebek booming voice to echo through the dorm.

Ortho was unavailable since he too is part of the distraction team.

“Hush you all! Look! That is idia room, in sure its locked with whatever bullshit he manage to come up with.” Epel pointed out.

“Ortho any idea how to slip into?” Jack whispered to the watch like communicating device given by Ortho. 

“Hmmm.. if you could get me near the panel i could enter the code he usually used.”

“Great now hurry.” Ace pushed them forward impatiently. 

“He-hey wait!..” 

The rest followed cautiously.

“Ok big brother usually used this..”

‘Beep.. beep… beep..’

“TRINGGGGGGGGG… access denied.. access denied.”

A loud alarm ring coming from the door panel making all six of them cover their ears from the noisy screeching ring. 

“Uwahhh!!” Ortho too was shocked. 

“Hahahaha.. you i would fall for the basicest trick in the book.. and to think you choose to do the same trick with the catnip, how unoriginal.. too bad it don’t work on me… now Rest . In . Peace !” Idia voice was heard through the intercom shocking the seven of them.

“Damn it as i thought so from my genius brother.”

A panel open for a gun to come out of it. 

“TAKE COVER!” Sebek shouted.

"pew pew pew" idia enthustiastically fire the blast.

The stun gun blasts aiming at the first-year students.

“Arghhh!!” Epel was the first victim to fall down.

“Epel! man down! Man down!” deuce shouted.

Epel is stunned unable to move nor speak but the expression on his face is clear, that boy is committing a homicide.

“I summon thee, CAULDRON!” 

“I summon thee, CAULDRON!” 

“I summon thee, CAULDRON!” 

“Hey! Deuce watch it!” Grim growled as one of the cauldron almost landed on his head

“Everyone get behind the cauldron!!.” Deuce frantically said as he prop it up as a shield.

Jack who had retrieved Epel stunned body and hide under the cauldron.

All of them unable to move.

“Plan failed i repeat plan failed!!” Jack shouted to the communication watch. 

A square projection of Idia, who is still covered by catnip  and you cuddling  him suddenly appeared. 

“is Is that all you have? A simple trick by the book? To think an op SSR character cannot bring down a genius. Hahahahahha.”

That of course caused an irk on everyone’s face.

“GOD DAMMIT !” Riddle scoffed.

“Heh who said that all, i will swipe that smug face in an instant.” Leona smirked

“Yes, we do have more to it don’t we?” Vil joined in.

“No you are bluffing!” Idia now sweating and uncertain himself. 

Of course they are bluffing, they want Idia to falter giving them an opening or some kind. 

All that aside we come back to you, and the you who is in Idia’s lap who have been purring deep in the scent of catnip had grown bored. Here you are, in front of many button panels, glowing button panels.

Abandon humanity, cat neurons activated. 

You begin to boop each button.

“Hey!! Hey!! Stop!!” Idia is frantically trying to fix whatever you did or touch. You are enjoying the button smash like a game of hit the mole, meanwhile idia is crying internally because the shield that he built and the weapons are all glitching. 

“Hey hey!!” 

“ a miracle cat~” floyd shouted. 

All of them are to witness your chaotic nature that prey upon those shiney buttons.

“Go y/n!! SMASH EM BUTTON!” Ace and deuce cheered.

“ thats my henchman!! Smash em button!”

“Go y/n!”

The first year all cheer.

“Thats it good cat, press all of the light up button!” Crewel whom had stolen the megaphone from Crowley.

“No stop..”

“NOOOOOO!!”

The machines circuited, all the defense and offense dead on spot, rendering idia defenseless. 

You unaware of whatever had happened stay in his lap as he slumped. 

“You.. youu!!” 

He turned you around trying to lecture you. 

“Hmm?”

But a look of your face with the cute cat ears, he was steaming red not from his anger but from the butterflies in his stomach.

“Darn it..” he then went back to hugging you. At least he will be caught dead cuddling you not alone. 

“You are cornered now, Shroud!” Leona shout could be heard from outside.

“ bust the door down jack!” Riddle whom hd just arrived in front of the door shouted

‘BAM! BAM! BAM!’

The door is slowly breaking open. Footsteps could be heard coming in front of the door.

Once the door bust open all of the people surrounding was pouring inside the room.

“Now time to give them back.”

“Huuu..” idia sulked.

“Im sorry brother..”

“No way no way no way!!” He said hugging you tightly as if you are plushie.

“Stop being a kid! Now!”

“Arghh!”

‘Pooff’

A purple-pink cloud spout and enveloped the room before another chaos could begun.

“Uwahhhh!! What is this?!”

‘Cough, cough!’

“Don’t breathe the smoke!”

Now the students spilled outside of the room leaving the clouded room. 

Idia is in wonder, why had you become so … light? “ huh??” 

Once they were all outside and their sight restored they are in wonder, question marks could be seen in their face. 

Because the figure in idia’s arm is no longer you.. it is you, but not in your figure..

You had turned into a cute cat.

“Nyaan~”

They could do nothing but stare a gape.

“A..AAAA” 

“SHE TURNED….” Grim shouted

“INTO…” ortho continued 

“A CAT?!” All of them screamed in panic.

“Move out of the way, out of the way!” Crewel shoved the poor unfortunate students standing in his way, as he went to pick up your furry figure, shoving Idia too in process.

He held up a bottle of blue liquid, cradling you in his arm like a baby, “bow drink this.” He tip the bottle slowly, making you drink with your new mouth. 

“Ohh strawberry flavour, no wait blue berry? No wait cotton candy?” You enjoyed as you drink all of them. 

“HEADMASTER HEADMASTER!” A student ran up to the crowd

“What? im quite busy here.. “

“The inspector has arrived.” The student pants.

“WHATTT?!!”

“HURRYY HURRYY!! oh the headaches!" Crowley complained.

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In the end you are in disguise as crewel pet when the inspector come, even though the dorm leaders protested claiming they could be the house pet of their dorm, but of course these caused another fight so crewel strictly rebutted these appeal and make you his personal pet.

Of course the inspector did some questioning, trying to find fault within the faculty.

“Mr. Crewel, i had thought you are more of a dog person than a cat.” 

“And?”

“It do come quite strange, based on this report the number of students here and the one present did not match could it be?”

“What a baseless accusation is this, what can’t a man love both dogs and cats? Off with you, you are making my baby scared.” He pet your head

“Ah.. alright..” 

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The day has finally over and you too return back to normal, crewel is insisting upon adopting you at least for your own protection, the dorm come to decide that you need to spend a certain amount of time in each dorm wearing their dorm uniform, since they said you look perfect in it, and you being you cannot found the heart to refuse them. 

And so it becomes your routine to spend a week in each dorm, sometimes they insisted that you stay in that dorm for the night too. Every one is pleased and happy unless of course some dorm whom tried to take you when it isn’t their turn and hence a chaotic fight begins once again. 

Oh the stress and headache you put Crowley into, not that he doesn’t deserve it. 

Through and through you just enjoy their chaotic nature and their company, there isn’t a single day that bores you with them around.

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Far away opposite of the island where NRC resides the students of the royal sword academy had gotten words about the cruel treatment of the headmaster to the precious students y/n, you. And hence with the acknowledgement of their headmaster they had made a plan to rescue abduct the poor you away from the nasty claw of those evil villains.

But that is a story for another time.

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>> The End<<

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im sorry for the delay in the last chapter, i had a major writer block, i am not satisfied with the script that i've done and hence i kept reversing and changing it. Thank you for waiting this long,

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[nanaminsmoon]

hiiii, so sorry if this is a lil long but bare w me pls, i love ur writing btw <3

ok: reader & plug!ony broke up about a year ago bc of something ony did (something bad but not like 100% unforgivable) but the feelings never left. he’s been tryna get her back over the year but she wasn’t budging cus she hadn’t seen any growth. recently tho she’s noticed he’s growing & she misses him. then at a function, she sees him pop out w a new girl & all their friends are staring at her like waiting for a reaction and in a littleee moment of jealousy, she goes up to ony like “you’re mine for life right?” and he jumps away from the other girl so fast like he BEEN waiting on this news 😭😭

omg thank you!! i was about to write something just like this but this is so much better!! i hope you like it and i'm sorry it took so long i just wanted it to be okay😭

cw: kinda angsty, oral (f receiving), car sex, ony calls reader 'ma', n word usage, mentions of breeding.

wc: 3913

atonement is hardly ever easy, and ony knew that first-hand. closing the gap between you and the person you once held closest to you can, surprisingly, be very difficult. even if a year of ‘separation’ is spent showing up at your ex-lovers’ door, or workplace, nail tech, or hair lady’s house. sometimes getting back to where you once where is needlessly difficult. especially if your definitions of said place are vastly different.

from the outside looking in, you and ony’s relationship had been picture perfect. he loved you as much as you loved him, and he wasn’t shy about it. everyone knew not to even look at you wrong, because they knew that they would have ony to deal with—and no one fucked with ony’s girl. except for him. because that picture had been held by a fraudulent frame; purposely hung over the large dent in your relationship. that being, his occupation.

from small kickbacks, to rich white kids who want to snort rebellion off their house keys, everyone had one thing in common—ony. no party started until ony got there and, as happy as you were for him, that didn’t come without its burdens. ony was almost always out dealing, giving you very little quality time to hang out. on the few occasions you got his undivided attention for more than a few hours, your peace would be interrupted by the ear-splitting noise erupting from his stupid nokia burner phone.

of course, small huffs of disappointment would slip past your lips when he told you that he had to leave. but you were used to it now, and that’s what helped ony sleep at night; knowing that you had become inured to his disconcerting disappearances, and abrupt reappearances. you knew that other people needed him, even if it meant that your needs were temporarily pushed aside. one time you had asked him, why it always had to be him that they called, and his response had been:

”my shit is the best, ma.”, said through a chortle, as he put his shoes on by your front door.

”i get that, but what about me?”, your arms crossed, as you tilted your head at your man—ony’s weakness. once you did that, with that look in your eyes, he couldn’t say no to you. but tonight, his priorities were different.

just let me do what i gotta do, and i’ll come right back to you. then i’m yours for the whole night.”, he had reassured, kissing your temple.

”just for the night?”, you scoffed.

”for life. now stay here, and i’ll be back.”, and that would appease you for the evening. but there’s only so much cracking one heart can do, before no adhesive can keep it whole, and it shatters into a million pieces. that night, you stripped yourself of ony’s shirt you had been wearing, and threw it into the corner of your bedroom; it smelt too much like him, and you hated it.

harmless hatred became deep disdain on the evening of your birthday. you had organised a dinner for a few of your closest friends and family, and had vehemently stressed to ony that he had to be there on time. because, if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t just be wasting your time, but he’d be wasting that of those closest to you as well. and he had promised you that if there’s something that had to be handled during the time of your dinner, he’d get connie or eren to do it so he could be with you. but 15 minutes of waiting for him became 30. and 30 soon became an hour, and your friends grew reasonably irate due to hunger. so you said they could order, and you’d just call ony one more time. but in a time where all you wanted to hear was your boyfriend’s voice, all you were met with was rings on the other line. that sound resounded all over the side of your face. and that feeling grew once the realisation hit that had you been a client, he wouldn’t have let the phone ring for more than five seconds. and that gave you a lot to think about.

you didn’t know how long the dinner lasted because your focus had remained on keeping your tears from falling into your food. you hated how pitiful you looked, lifting your head up every time someone walked into the restaurant, and the crestfallen expression that landed on your face each time you saw it wasn’t ony. it made no sense to you how the man who swore he would do anything for you, the man who placed a band on your ring finger, promising you that one day he’d marry you. the man who swore he had never loved anyone more than you, refused to put you before something so fleeting.

ony finally did show up though…two hours after the dinner had ended. heartbroken cries in your bedroom, had constantly been interrupted by calls coming from ony’s contact. but every single one went unanswered; he needed to feel what you felt when he had embarrassed you in front of your loved ones. though mere missed calls could never compare to the taste of your celebratory dinner food meshing awkwardly with the swallowed cries in your throat, you had to make him feel a morsel of the anguish he had put you through.

if ony could’ve gone full 2000s rnb music video; shirtless, singing outside your window with his chain blowing in the windy rain, he would’ve done. he would’ve even started throwing pebbles if he could, but your apartment was too high on your building. so he just settled on incessantly pressing the button next to your door number. and, after the nth try, you opened the door for him and he ran inside—pressing the elevator button a thousand times once he got in. and, just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened. and you stood on the other side, utterly unimpressed; bonnet on, your own pyjamas (instead of one of his shirts), and eyes reddened by tears. the impact caused by his heart unceremoniously dropping to the pit of his stomach caused a soft sigh to leave his mouth. then his lips began moving to explain himself.

“look, i'm sorry. i lost track of ti—”, his explanations were waved off—your own thoughts outweighing whatever he had to say to you.

“we're done, ony.”, was all you said to him before closing the door, and ony’s brain turned off, then back on again because what the fuck did you just say??

“y/n, open the door”, he banged on the door. and, not wanting any noise complaints, you opened it.

“what?”, you scowled.

“the fuck you mean done? talk to me”, ony’s hand reached out to yours, but quickly retreated when you pulled back from him. you had never done that; even when you were mad at him, you at least gave him a chance to get back into your good books again.

“you missed my birthday dinner, ony”, your voice was small, tears about to fall yet again.

“i know, and i'm sor—”,

“two years in a row.”,

“like i said, i'm sor—”,

“and my graduation, the party we had when i finally got my drivers license, the lunch you promised me on my first day at my new job. and you were meant to be my date at my sisters wedding.”, every example was punctuated by your fingertip harshly poking at his chest, and the tears just started falling on their own.

“i'm sorry, y/n”, ony’s voice started cracking, as his hand embraced the hand you had been poking him with.

“sorry isn't good enough anymore, ony. i deserve someone who prioritises me”,

“but everything i do is for us.”, he kissed your hand, “imma use this money to buy you ever—”,

“do you not understand that i don't want your money or gifts? i want you, ony.”, your breathed out, exasperation deeply set in your voice, and in your slumping posture, “anyone could give me bags and shoes, ony. but only you could give me your time. but you won’t, and that's the problem”

“so what, this is it?”,

“until you figure yourself out, yeah.”, you slid your hand from him, “it pains me because i love you so much, but i can’t keep living like this. if you're not ready for a girlfriend then you should've never got with me”

“but i am ready”, he pleaded.

“then act like it.”. were the words that echoed in ony’s head every time he showed up to the places he saw you posting on your story—heart holding hopes that your paths would cross. you didn’t know how he did it, but ony became your shadow for nearly the whole year you spent separated. even when you told him to give it up, he refused; sending bouquets of flowers to your workplace every few days, talking to you through your friends and family, and even showing up to your job to make up for that lunch he promised you. it hurt you to turn him away when you could see in his eyes that he would give up the world to have you in his orbit again. but, when you would ask him about where he got the money to even buy you these flowers in the first place, his silence was very telling.

but word on the street was that ony was a changed man now. your sources told you that he wasn’t dealing as much, and he had gotten a job. those sources being his instagram story that you watched through a burner account. seeing him everywhere made it impossible for you to wash yourself of him completely, so desparate times called for desparate measures. you missed that man so much, it was driving you crazy. it pissed you off seeing him being the man you had asked him to be, but not having the chance to bask in his progress. your love for ony wouldn’t vanish overnight, but it sure as hell hadn’t faded in the year you had been separated either. you kept his shirts and hoodies, and the promise ring he bought you was still on your finger.

so elated didn’t even begin to explain the feeling in your chest when, upon arriving at some house party, one of your girls told you that ony was there too. you tried to not seem so eager, but you had no control over your heart beating rapidly at the idea that you might see him again. all you needed was for him to apologise one more time, and you’d be all his. that was until you came to find that there was a hole blocking your reunion—that hole being in the shape of some girl giggling in his face, as his arm sat around her waist. every fibre of your being urged you to stomp over there, and scream his ear off. but he wasn’t your man anymore so there was nothing you could do but kiss your teeth and glower that them.

no man, not even ony, could get in the way of you and your friends enjoying yourselves. so that’s exactly what you did. for an hour, or two, ony didn’t exist and you just laughed and danced with your friends. however, the end of that would be marked when you stood, talking some guy you had just met, and one of your friends nudged you and nodded in ony’s direction.

“that doesn't bother you?”, she asked, obviously asking about the girl sat on ony’s lap.

“why would it?”, you shrugged back.

“you ain't say you missed the nigga?”, your other friend chimed in.

“okay? that doesn't mean i want him back”, you lied through your teeth.

“so you’re just missing him as hobby?”, sasha laughed.

“leave me alone.”, you chided, and your friends dropped the whole thing. but you wished those saltine whispers of jealousy would leave your eyes, and let you at least pretend to enjoy yourself in peace.

and if it wasn’t them ruining your fun, it was the girl’s friends staring at you.

“why are her friends looking at me?”, you whispered to connie. he had come over to speak to you, and that had caught ony’s attention. mainly because he wondered why you were willing to speak to his friend, but not him.

“they’re gloating.”, connie put a comforting arm around you, and pulled you closer to himself.

“well, tell them to stop.”, as if you could feel ony’s eyes on you, you moved connie’s arm from you, and connie laughed before putting it back where it was.

“they won’t. in their mind, she stole ony from you.”, he explained, and you scoffed.

“pfft, i could get that nigga back anytime i wanted”, you retorted, earning some knowing looks from your friends, before unprecedented words fell from sasha’s mouth.

“then do it.”, she nudged you, “you keep saying you want him so bad, go get him. he’s your man. go collect him”, that didn’t sound like a suggestion, it sounded like a dare. and you were never one to back down from a dare.

“fuck it”.

you didn’t know where your strides were leading you until you were barging past ony’s friends to link your arm around his own. at first, his body went into fight or flight because he thought he was about to be robbed, then calm came in the sound of your voice,

“ony, baby, where did you go? i've been looking for you everywhere”, you made sure to stick yourself onto him, and he didn’t move from you because he was too busy comprehending what the fuck was going on.

“y/n?”,

“i thought you guys were done?”, miss.whatever-her-name-was, linked ony’s other arm with her own, and pulled him towards herself.

“yeah, so did i”, ony spoke under his breath, looking down at you in bewilderment as he thought to himself; ”how much did i fucking smoke?”.

“who’s done?”, you looked up at him, “you’re mine for life, right?”, you pouted up at him, and all those memories of that night he had promised you he wouldn’t be long, came flooding back—ony folded immediately.

“always.”, he grinned at you, simultaneously yanking his arm away from whatever her name was.

“ony?”, she complained—now it was your turn to gloat.

“what?”, he sneered at her.

“you told me you guys were done”, she whined, and he rolled his eyes at her.

“well then don’t believe everything a nigga tells you”, was his final rebuttal before he pulled you outside.

at first, you just sat in silence, taking in the cool summer breeze. but ony had questions and, more importantly, he wanted to hear your voice.

“you forgive me then?”, his elbow gently met your arm.

“who said that?”, you stared down at your feet, kicking into the ground beneath you.

“you don't forgive me but you wanna do all that shit back there?”, he laughed.

“she didn't look good for you”, you finally looked up at him, and ony just laughed at you.

“you don't know her”,

“i just got that vibe”, you feigned a shudder, eyes still on him.

“what'd you really want, y/n?”, his index finger lifted your chin.

“you.”, your frank demeanour, and sincere eye contact, blew ony’s eyes wide open.

“well, you got me.”, as much as ony had changed in that year, his love for you remained incorrigible, and he’d be dumb to try and convince you otherwise. so he wouldn’t; he’d been wanting you back for far too long, and he’d finally gotten what he wanted.

“that easy?”, you teased.

“even if you’re not mine, i’ll always be yours, y/n. you know that”, ony’s words directed themselves at your lips; brown irises stuck onto your shining gloss.

“well then…can i be yours again?”, you muttered apprehensively, and the pause after that comment was unreadable.

“y’don’t even have to ask, c’mere”, ony reached his hand out to you.

gentle fingers, interlocked with yours, led you out of the party, and down a road that would end at ony’s car—parked overlooking the local area. he wasted no time; unlocking it before opening the back door, and gesturing for you to get in.

"already? you don’t at least want to talk first?”, you laughed at how keen he was, and a lazy smirk graced his face.

”we’ll talk after. get in.”, any anger, or disappointment, built up over the time you were together, had been mollified with just one comment. missing ony was something you never wanted to do again, and seeing the person he had apparently become, meant that you probably never would. all memories of past arguments, and splits, dispersed in ony’s mind once his lips met yours in a fervent kiss. it was one of longing, and regret. the heat emanating off his body causing particles of his internal regret to fill the inside of the car. you could feel it bouncing off your skin, as his tongue met with yours, and his hands kneaded at your flesh through your clothes. ultimately moving south to help you shimmy your way out of your jeans and underwear. he wouldn’t take them off completely, just leave them by your ankles as he laid you on your back, his mouth already placing soft kisses on your upper thigh. that lasted all of five seconds before ony’s tongue was wrapping around your clit, sucking on it gently. for him, this was a meal that was long overdue, and you could feel it in the way he ate you out like a starved man. taking no breaks; wet noises and thirsty moans, omitted by the ever-moving mouth entertaining your core, pervaded the vehicle.

ony had always luxuriated in eating you out, so it wasn’t long until you came; a rivulet dousing his lower face, before he finally came up for air.

”you still taste as good as i remember”, he uttered lowly, moving to give you a taste of yourself as he pressed his lips against yours. his kisses were haste as his hands fumbled to pull down his jeans and boxers, to angle himself at your entrance. the way you took in that first inch of him had him incapacitated; his forehead dropped to meet yours, while deep groans left his mouth.

”fuck…”, ony had to pause to compose himself before he gently pushed the rest of his length inside you. once he did, he just stayed there; eyes locked with yours, thanks to the streetlights, and you could’ve sworn that this man was close to tears with the way his eyes were glossing over.

the way he was fucking you was ineffable; a year was nothing compared to the others ony had spent studying your body, and the things it reacted to. like the way you’d grow tighter around him at his hands pressing your legs against your chest, as he fucked into you. even in the confined space, head crouched down so he didn’t hit the ceiling, ony still fucked you like you were in the comfort of his bedroom—with all the space, and time, in the world. his ireful tip would caress that spongy spot inside of you, over and over again, making your head spin. all those years of learning your body had not been in vain, because a few minutes in that position, and you came around him. keening his name, as your back lifted off the leather seats. ony was planning on taking you back to his place, and making up for lost time properly. but, for now, he would just turn you around and fuck into you from the back—your hands immediately finding the steamy windows,

”don’t do that, ma. people will know what we’re doin’ in here”, he chuckled at you and you moaned out a distorted version of,

”and the moving car doesn’t make it obvious?”. somehow, ony understood you; he was just used to your fucked out rebuttals, and he scoffed at you before giving the moving flesh surrounding your hips two quick slaps. your hands grabbed at anything they could to gain balance, ultimately deciding on the arm rest on the door. and ony’s hands would follow suit, but as he went to intertwine your fingers, his hands were met with cold metal. it was pretty dark in there, so he couldn’t really make out what it was, but a fleeting headlight revealed the ring he had bought you.

“still got that ring on?”, he smiled to himself.

“you p-promised me…”, you stammered out.

“that i’d marry you.”, his eyes softened at the fact that you had been wearing that ring, despite not being together. all because of that lovestruck vow he had made you,

“and imma keep to that promise. imma marry you, then imma fuck some babies into you”, he spoke to you, “that okay with you?”, you moaned out in loud agreement, and that drove ony to fuck you harder.

“good.”, the thought of you being his wife, sat in your marital bed, with his child in your arms sent him over the edge, and ony came in you. deep hums, containing declarations of his love, spilt all over the back of your neck. but his hips didn’t still because he could feel you coming again.

once you both came down from your orgasms, ony laid you down on your side, before pulling his boxers and jeans up and leaving the car momentarily to turn the car on. he opened the windows slightly, before returning to the back of the car. his back would soon be attached to the back door, yours against his chest as your fingers intertwined. even though you hadn’t covered yourself yet, and his nut was leaking out of you onto the leather seats, everything just seemed perfect. in its own weird way; you in ony’s arms again, and his lips pressing loving kisses on your temple.

”y’know it would’ve taken just one more knock at my front door for me to forgive you?”, you looked up at him. and, once the initial shock subsided, he chuckled at you.

”but i kinda think it’s better this way.”, he shrugged.

”how?”, you sat up to face him properly.

”it felt good to finally be able to give you my attention when you asked it of me.”, he smiled, reaching out to stroke your cheek, ”no interruptions. just us.”, after all the emotional turmoil, it was nice hearing that word again; ”us”.

”for life.”, you kissed his knuckle.

”for life.”

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[acesgarden]

Hi handsome! I saw that you have your requests open so I thought I would ask if that's okay.

Could you maybe do some (bayverse) Donatello x reader? Something fluffy, possibly a friends to lovers confession scenario (I'm a sucker for those).

If not that's totally fine, either way, make sure to take good care of yourself and stay safe! Love ya <3

Hiiii 🤭 Oh do I loveeeeee friends to lovers ( but not as much as rivals to lovers.) This shit is so cute though 🙏. Came up with smth shorter for this so I hope you don’t mind. Also I love Donnie, I love all the turtle boys equally but he is a favorite. Anyway take of yourself too Anon. 🫵

Just Friends..?

Type ->

Imagine

Pairing ->

Bayverse!Donatello x GN!Reader

Warnings ->

N/A

Summary ->

You fell in love with a giant turtle mutant and now you are gonna confess. Little did you know that big turtle doofus did too. Well ain’t that something.

692 Words | Masterlist

It's been about a year since you met Donnie. And it was not in some great heroic way. No, you two stumbled upon each other on a rooftop. Bonding over your love for technology and the internet. You still don’t know if fate was genuinely toying with you that day.. but you won’t complain, you wouldn’t have had meeting Donnie or the friendship you both had any other way.

Yet, this needed to be perfect.

Donnie met you on a rooftop just a year ago. He’d been observing you, humans were still rather strange to him. But he had “accidentally” made his presence known and well that was that. Bonding over technology and the internet with the human he did know he’d grow to love.

Now with the chance to confess, he needed it to be perfect.

So what’s more perfect than confessing on the same rooftop they met at. Picnic style, red and white blanket and everything: a basket, food, utensils, etc. A thing you both hadn’t known was you both had been coming there over the week cleaning up the rooftop. No wonder it was so clean so soon!

Now you're pacing the rooftop, he should be here ten soon. And he might run a bit late, he could get caught up in something or he might have trouble finding his way here. He wouldn’t just not come, you know that.

You just sat and checked the time, waiting. Lost in thoughts till a thump from behind spooked you. Right on time, a big old haha at your brain trying to make you overthink this.

A small smile sent his way inviting him over, and a smile from him right back accepting it. Now you both sat together, in silence but a comfortable one.

“It’s a lovely day,” he started.

“It is.. just like you.” You whispered, a silence followed, “as a friend! You're a very lovely friend.” You add after a few seconds. Nice save me haha..ha. He looked at you curiously, like you’d become his next big tech to figure out age understand—not that you weren’t already—your eyes meet his.

“You're lovely too.” Both smiling, that turned into flushed faces who looked back in front of them at the sky.

“You-”

“I-”

A pause

“I think you should go first-”

“You should go first-”

Another pause but you speak first, “you hungry?” Pulling out food and plates, and utensils to use. You served yourself and fell into simple conversations. Laughing and talking about whatever came to mind. And as the sun began to set you two grew closer, the chilled wind sending you closer to your friend. That comfortable silence returned as four eyes gazed into the sunset. Yet you looked up, seeing Donatello looking right at you. His face illuminated by the sun’s light and his soft smile made you melt.

“Hey” a soft whisper.

“Hey” a reply that grew to a smile.

“I want to talk to you about something.. and it’s nothing bad! I just..” you pulled away a bit getting a better look at him, he looked nervous and flustered.

“Listen I like you, like really like you. You’re smart and kind and you always make me smile. Your presence practically lights up the room. I enjoy talking to you and debating on society's new technological developments. But, i’d understand if you rejected me because I am a mutant turtle-“

Before he could continue you pulled his head down with an easy tug to the top of his plastron and your lips connected. As you pull back he’s looking at you with a doopy smile and an even more flustered face. You laugh and smile before. A churring sound coming from him.

“I like you too, and I don’t care that you're a giant mutant turtle! It’s cool that you are! Who can go around saying that their partner is a giant turtle who fights crime!”You lean into him as you talk. Hand being thrown out in front of you to emphasize your point. Donnie couldn’t object to that.

Your eyes looking back over the sunset. It couldn’t have gone any better.

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

hello dear. for the kiss prompts, may i please see ‘a possessive kiss in the rain’ with crosshair? 👀

hiiii friend, thank you so much for your patience for the wait. the muse has been extra fickle since October, but I hope this is worth the wait <3

Uncertain Tomorrows

Summary: Actions speak louder than words. Aka, Crosshair isn't good at emotions.

Warnings: blog is 18+; angst (it's Crosshair, what do you expect), miscommunication / lack of communication, pre-Echo, swearing

Word Count: 688

Chewing on the inside of your cheek so hard you’re liable to draw blood, you can’t help the way you’re glaring at Crosshair’s back. He’s perched on the edge of a high stool at the bar, long legs crossed at the ankle, twirling a whiskey glass between thin fingers. You’re supposed to be enjoying shore leave, the first one the squad has had in months, and yet all you feel is pissy. 

Earlier in the night, you’d deboarded the Marauder with the others, all of you in civvies and in high spirits, even Crosshair. You feel like you’ve finally been able to get a decent grasp on reading him and his moods, and the loose way his toothpick had hung between his lips was clear indication that he was relaxed, ready for a break. You all were. 

Apparently, Crosshair’s idea of a break is chatting up women at the cantina bar. 

You’re not together. You have to remind yourself of that. Despite the mutual longing glances, neither of you have acted on your feelings, whether by mutual respect for one another or by fear of tearing the squad apart. So it shouldn’t sting as much as it does to watch him toss easy smirks at the pretty woman at the bar right now. 

But it does. 

Hunter gives you a sympathetic look as you finally decide you’ve had enough and scoot out of the booth. With Wrecker across the cantina hustling pool and Tech acting as his number two, the only one who will know where you’ve gone at this point is Hunter. Which also shouldn’t sting, but it does. 

The moment you step outside, you’re met with a bone-chilling rain. Breath fogging in front of your face, you shiver, pulling your jacket tighter around you. The spaceport isn’t too terribly far, but you’re already beginning to regret coming outside. 

Whatever. It beats going back inside.

You only make it a few steps, ice needling into your skin, before the cantina door opens behind you. Warm light and laughter spill out, inviting you back. Glancing over your shoulder, you grimace. 

“I’m going back to the ship,” you call. 

“I know,” Crosshair responds.

“You should go back in,” you say, turning to face forward once more, hunching your shoulders against the cold. “She looked nice.” 

He calls your name, but you keep walking. 

You gasp when a hand grips your upper arm and spins you around. Colliding with Crosshair’s chest, you glare up at him and open your mouth to rip him a new one—

Only to grunt in surprise when his lips meet yours. 

Jerking back, you try to break from his embrace. His hands remain on your arms, though he lets you step back. 

“What the fuck, Cross?” you snarl. “You think it’s cool to just—toy with my emotions like this?” 

“No,” he grits out. 

You wait, but that seems to be all he wants to say. Rain streams down your face, the cold an afterthought now with the anger burning through you. 

“That all you have to say for yourself?”

His jaw works as he gazes at you, his short gray hair plastered to his head. Nostrils flaring, he looks away. “No. I’m—I’m not good at this. Clearly. But I don’t know—I don’t know how to—Kriff it! Can I kiss you again or not?” 

All of your anger condenses into a single burning, molten dagger in your heart as you stand there, jaw dropped as you weigh his words. This is so far from how you ever would have expected this confession to go, for either of you, and yet the opportunity is here. If you let it go, tell him no, he’s going to respect that. 

And you’ll have missed your shot. 

You pull him back to you and kiss him. It’s a hungry, desperate, possessive kiss, full of teeth and tongue. Cold rain water sluices off your skin as you swallow his moan. 

You don’t know what this means—you don’t know where to go from here—but Crosshair is in your embrace, and all you know is that you don’t intend to let him go.

Ragu: @dystopicjumpsuit @clonemedickix @littlemissmanga @wolffegirlsunite @anxiouspineapple99 @wings-and-beskar @sinfulsalutations @523rdrebel @sunshinesdaydream @moonlightwarriorqueen @sev-on-kamino @starrylothcat @deejadabbles @starqueensthings @mandos-mind-trick @idontgetanysleep @eyeluvmusic21 @wizardofrozz @mythical-illustrator @sleepycreativewriter @bobaprint @dickarchivist @a-single-tulip @thorsterstrudle @droids-you-are-looking-for @goblininawig @cw80831 @mssbridgerton @dreamie411 @jedi-hawkins @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @9902sgirl

[simpfortheseven]

Hiiii

I'm super sorry that you're going through a hard time and I hope it gets better! Stay strong, your efforts won't go unnoticed for sure<3 ❤️

Anyways as for the ask :

I was wondering if you have any Solomon headcanon? Funny or angsty, whatever it is, I'm kind of just collecting every hc I can get because I'm obsessed with this guy (he's so silly<3, I'm starved for content about him😭)

That's pretty much it, I'm sorry if you expected a more specific kind of ask, so feel free to ignore

And remember to stay hydrated and healthy~

Thank you Nonny! I appreciate the words of encouragement i’ve been getting from everyone 😭❤️

Fun fact: I used to HATEEE Solomon so much. Disposed him. Actively avoided any media about the guy.

then I started playing nightbringer.. and now i LOVEEE him! I low key think he’s my favorite now… Him, Simeon, Lucifer, Mammon, Diavolo, and Barbatos have my whole heart

I have some headcannons about Solomon so I’m glad you asked! I’m going to include general ones, fluffy ones, and then at the bottom will be 18+ ones. Please DNI if you’re a minor!

Keep in mind these are my headcannons and not necessarily based on what’s in the game or not in the game!

Solomon Headcannons!

1. Solomon is a little bad with tech, kinda like Simeon. He only uses his DDD for calling, and texting short messages. He doesn’t play games or have much social media. He’s easier to teach than Simeon though so he gets better the more time you spend together. He even gets into selfie taking after awhile!

2. Solomon used to believe in Santa.. Like hardcore. Now around christmas time he tries to make it magical for Luke in one way or another.

3. He acts very cool around others, but when it’s just you and him he is very laid back and can even be goofy at times. Think “making pancakes at 3am because you said you were hungry and now you’re dancing in the refrigerator light” type.

4. Solomon drinks coffee, specifically only hot coffee with sugar. You try to get him to drink other things but he’s pretty stubborn about his coffee. Once in awhile on a hot day he will have a cold brew.

5. On the coffee note, he once stayed awake for 4-5 days straight working on spells/potions, and ended up using a whole canister of coffee and a whole bag of sugar in the process..

6. He loves murder mystery/Who Done It shows. He could easily solve murders in real life with magic, but watching things like Murder, She Wrote or Matlock?? There’s something about the suspense and drama that he loves.

7. Solomon does NOT like the air conditioning. He thinks it’s a waste of money, and he gets cold easily. He’d rather open a window or use a fan.

8. If Solomon could have an exotic pet, he’d want a Farret. No explanation on this one folks, i just think he would.

9. One time Solomon broke his nose due to a spell gone haywire. If you look closely it is just the tiniest bit crooked, and it irks him beyond belief because no matter what he does it won’t be fixed.

10. On that same note, he has a lot of mysterious scars. Those he doesn’t try to hide, he’s even proud of a few of them and shows them off proudly.

11. Solomon is into whatever you’re into. He’s done it all and seen it all, so he says he has no preference. His actual preference is slow and intimate, he loves savoring every moment with you. He loves seeing your face and expression change, your eyes squeezing shut and your lips trembling as you whisper his name so lovingly.

12. He’s loves seeing you in big shirts and boxers, messy hair. Just thinking about you pouring yourself a cup of coffee in your jammie’s and bed head, holding the mug up to your face and smiling has him melting.

13.Solomon also likes doing some things in public. Never any further than a caress or some PDA, but the more you do it throughout the day the more riled up he gets. He may say you have to leave an event early just so he can go home and have you all to himself.

[merakiui]

Hiiii~ Mera! I've wanted to ask you if you by any chance have any Malleus thoughts?? 👀 👉👈

I may have a few hehe!! :D please accept these very assorted Malleus concepts that have been floating around in my brain.

✧ sugar daddy malleus in ancient times in which he’s the mysterious being of the deep, dark forest everyone tells you to stay away from. but that same mysterious being is leaving lustrous gemstones and exquisite pieces of jewelry on your doorstep or at the entrance of the forest for you to take, always even more generous each time. and in return, you must provide him with something of yours (usually he’d like something from your hobbies, whether a poem or a sketch or a wood carving and so on). one day he’ll steal you away, but until then he provides generous sums for you to continue living comfortably. after all, he’s quite entertained with the lovely art you produce! he must know more.

✧ omegaverse in which, by order of lord malleus, guards silver and sebek free you (and plenty others) from an alpha who had been keeping you captive for various reasons. without a place to live or a madol to your name, lord malleus allows you to live within his castle under the condition that you must earn your keep. sebek doesn’t trust you, but silver thinks everyone deserves a fair chance and though it may be dangerous for an unmated omega and an unmated alpha to coexist, especially when said alpha is a very important ruler, you’ve proven to be a very diligent servant to malleus, always so determined to pay him back for his generosity. malleus has grown rather fond of you in the time he’s gradually beginning to know you, and before long he’s inviting you to take a stroll through the palace gardens with him or to join him for evening tea or to accompany him to the grand library so he may find a book he’s been looking to read. and eventually your heat will sneak up on you, and who better to assist you with it than the lord you serve? :)

✧ a very awkward fwb dynamic in which both you and malleus are horribly inexperienced in romance, so your dynamic essentially becomes one of fwb—by which if malleus gifts you a bouquet because you’re his dearest friend (he is madly in love with you) you hurry to return his goodwill with some of your own. there is no sex in this fwb (yet). the two of you are just always trying to return the other’s kindness and are so worried about forgetting to repay favors to one another or else you think it’ll look rude and malleus fears his favorite child of man will become offended. the benefits in this friendship is essentially just lots of courtship gifts that neither of you realize are courtship gifts. both of you are always friend-zoning each other, too. T_T lilia just wants you and malleus to kiss already.

✧ ceo malleus who is very bad at using technology, so you (his secretary) help him out and handle much of the tech work for him. naturally he has to repay you by railing you behind closed doors in his office (and maybe even knocking you up if you’re capable of having children hehe).

✧ you’re making a wish on a star in hopes that the sky above will answer it. but when you wish for a companion/lover/friend/a horned fae prince who is very tall and can sing and is very handsome and keeps a tamagotchi and is also lonely so he needs a friend (this last one is very specific;;;;), you don’t expect said fae to appear and offer companionship. he may or may not have been watching you for months now, waiting for the right moment to appear before you at your windowsill. but when you’ve made such a curious wish, how can he possibly stay hidden any longer? he adores you too much. <3

✧ arranged marriage in which you’re betrothed to malleus in a marriage that’s meant to serve as the first stepping stone in uniting humankind and faekind and putting all previous disagreements to rest. you think you’ll be fine so long as you’re courteous and obedient, but your fiancé seems to like you a little too much. :)

[beetlevvings]

I LOVE YOUR MATTMELLO DESIGNS!!!! (Hiiii fellow taller Matt truther!) Do you have any headcanons for them :3

Omg thank you so so much!!! Love to hear it!

I have SO many headcanons for them (including lanky ass, bow-legged Matt), so if you want to know anything specific feel free to send more asks. I’ll just toss out whatever comes to mind first :3 (Pretty Matt-centric)

• Matt and Mello have been impulsively visiting the tattoo parlor in our RP.

- Mello currently has: A gothic cross tattoo between his shoulder blades + pierced nipples, pierced ears and pierced tongue.

- Matt currently has: A tribal half-sleeve, a tribal tramp stamp, the Triforce symbol, the Umbrella Corp. symbol + 1/2” gauges, pierced ears, pierced nipples, lip piercing and a belly button piercing.

• Matt has GREAT memory. Dates/numbers/sequences in video games/lines of code, he rarely forgets things (even if he occasionally overlooks things out of carelessness).

• Matt has sensory issues, but they fluctuate. Sometimes he can be out all day without his gloves, sometimes he wears them to bed.

• When Matt’s not wearing goggles, he’s usually wearing sunglasses. His eyes are sensitive, but also he just doesn’t like eye contact.

• Matt got the eye contact avoidant autism, Mello got the eye contact seeking autism.

• Matt came to Wammy’s around age 8 (he’d already been in the system for most of his life). His second day there, Mello approached him, mad that they both had names starting with ‘M’.

• It took them a while to get along. Mello was really annoying and had no concept of personal space, but Matt admired how honest and expressive he was.

• Mello had some mangled form of cuteness/friendship aggression back then. One time he put a rock in a snowball and nailed Matt in the head with it. They remember this fondly.

• Matt left the House not long before his 17th birthday. Wammy’s helped him get established and found him an apartment in New York.

• When Mello and Matt reunited, they met up at a Waffle House in the middle of the night.

• Matt does freelance tech-work, ranging from website design to cyber security. Under the table, he also steals + sells identities/sensitive information and offers his services for hacking, etc.

• Over text, Matt is very crude and obnoxious. In person, he’s pretty quiet, easy-going, soft-spoken and patient. He recognizes the contrast, but thinks it’s funny.

• Mello likes to journal in his free time. It helps him sort his thoughts.

• Also, he has a growing plush collection. Matt goes crazy on claw machine games, and he thinks the fact that Mello keeps the prizes is cute, so then he wins even more. Vicious cycle.

• Mello is partially-deaf and has tinnitus. He could definitely use an aid of some kind, but he’s too stubborn to go and get one. It’s self-punishment for his failures. (Matt will have to drag him to a doctor eventually)

• He’s also mostly-blind in one eye and had some nerve damage on the left side of his face. His depth-perception is a little wonky, so he practices shooting regularly.

• Matt has a stutter and a slight speech delay that he’s mostly grown out of, but it flares up when he’s upset or stressed out.

• Matt’s not overly-fond of sweet stuff. He likes savory, spicy, or salty foods. His favorite safe food is pizza. :3

• Matt likes cars and he extra likes fast cars. He dabbles in a bit of street racing for fun.

[waywardwritesstuff]

HIIII!! How are you?

I was wondering if you could do a platonic rottmnt Donnie x reader one shot?/nf of course! Maybe like some comfort after reader has had a bad day.

I LOVE YOU!! remember to drink water!

-Axel <3

Bad days: ROTTMNT!Donnie X GN!Reader

ROTTMNT!Donnie X GN!Reader

Word count: 1k+

Looking left and right before removing the server grate I climb down the access hatch into a tunnel underneath New York. I pull up the straps on my back so that it doesn't scrape on the walls on my way down. I don't even look where I'm going, I just watch my feet as they splash through the puddles and scuff up some gravel with the heel of my shoe. Not even paying attention to which tunnels I'm turning down, I know where to go, my legs will just carry me.

My mind begins to wander to the events of today. School. Such a useless waste of time, the turtles are lucky they never have to go. They would never get tired or be told they fail because of a letter on a page. They wouldn't have to worry about fitting in or fitting out. They just get to live, even if it is in the shadows.

It's not all bad, I have April at school but she's busy and we don't share any classes. But she has my back when it counts. But...some days are just harder than others, and today seems to be that day.

As I come to the last tunnel I can hear the sounds of the guys, Leo is yelling about some skateboard trick and Raph is yelling back, telling him he'll crack his shell if he's not careful. 'He's such a mum' I think to myself, and it makes me smile.

I enter the lair and am witness to one hell of a stunt gone horribly wrong. I watch as Leo dives down the half-pipe doing a handstand on his skateboard. He makes it to the bottom before his weight tips the skateboard and he goes flying into the other side of the pipe. I cringe watching his head collide with the wood. Raph rushed over to him first and Mikey soon after. As usual, Raph is fussing but Leo says he's fine. Mikey looks stary eyed saying "My go! I want to try that" Raph starts to scold Mikey now and a big commotion starts up.

The noise is becoming too much so I sneak around them and head towards Donnie's room/lab. The door is shut but I can see that the lights are on. I know once, twice and whisper 'Donnie, it's me' and wait. A few seconds later in dramatic fashion the door is swinging open, and the light is flooding the floor at my feet. "Come in compadre," he says, and I step inside.

As usual his lab is a mess and his bed even more so. He has half working tech and circuit boards littered over his desk, he has papers and designs laid out on his bed, some even trailing onto to floor. I stare at the equations and diagrams but none of it makes sense to me. And that reminds me why I'm here in the first place. I'm here to see my friends after one of the crappiest days in school history.

Not knowing where to sit I stay awkwardly standing by the door, hugging my arms to myself. Donnie has already gone back to messing with some of his tech but his head perks up suddenly and he spins in his chair to look at where I'm standing.

"What happened?" He says bluntly.

I deter my eyes away from him.

"Judging by your attitude, your unusual quietness and the stiffness of your posture and the fact that you are still wearing your backpack I would say that you had a bad day at school"

Shrugging I still don't look at him as I say "I guess so"

Out of the corner of my eye I see him tilt his head at me. He begins muttering to himself, something fast under his breath, I only catch a few words 'doesn't want to talk' and 'maybe but I don't know'

I look at him now and he's still in full conversation with himself.

"Donnie?" He looks up at me

"Oh yes, right" he clears his throat.

"It seems you may be in need of a..." He pursues his lips, and he looks like he is trying to chew and swallow his tongue as he says, "a hug?"

I blink at him confused, Donnie doesn't do hugs, Donnie also doesn't really do touch. I don't want him to feel like he has to touch me just because I'm feeling down, does he feel obligated or something? No, he wouldn't, because he hasn't done it in the past.

"No, Donnie seriously it's fine. I'll be fine" I take a small step back and hug my elbows to my chest.

He looks down at the floor and then chews his lip "If you want to I'm offering. You can obviously say no, I know how important personal space is, believe me. But if you need one, then just this once I'm willing to give you one"

I look at him, I can see it's taking him a lot of effort to offer this, and I don't want to make him uncomfortable, but I really need this right now. I take a careful step forwards and then another. I unlatch my arms from around myself and open them in his direction. He does the same, and taking the last step, we wrap our arms around each other, his green ones around my tan ones.

His skin is cool and the scales littering his skin feel different in comparison to mine. It's not a bad difference it's just different.

I can hear his heart beat, slowly thumping against my chest. His breaths are a little shallow but I figured as much. He holds me really delicately, like I'm something precious and it's enough to make me want to cry. I squeeze him tighter one last time and let go.

Looking at him, I smile and say "Thank you Donnie, that meant a lot" he puts a hand on the back of his neck and cuffs

"Oh it was nothing" he smiles back at me. Then returning to his usual self he turns back to his desk and calls me over to take a look at his newest invention.

I hope you enjoyed this, it was a little short I'm sorry but I still hope you liked it. Again sorry it took so long

[cosmicssubway]

Hiiii everyone... I've been graduated for a week now so I figured I had better start posting about my thesis! This is Flourman, the game concept I've been working on for the past year.

The project consists of a brief tech demo & a book of concept art for all of the things I wanted to put in it but couldn't. The Art Book is currently on itch and is free to download, and the demo will be up shortly after. Please enjoy! |o:3

[thepaladinstrait]

hiiii okay i’ve been scared to get back into these because my platform has grown significantly since i stopped making these (meaning: i’ve gained over 100 followers since) but!! welcome back to my daily positivity posts :)

to those of you new here!!! i got this from @yakultii, my beloved mutual <3 i go over everything positive about my day, leave a small, achievable goal for tomorrow, and post an archie picture!! everyday at some point between 7 and 9pm :)

so!!!!! i played some jazz for a bee with @evilteapot and some of our other friends, a fanfic i’ve been following for a bit updated this morning (and it made me BAWL on the bus) and i had good lunch!!! (dutch curry and rice <3)

uhhh then @jumpsuit-jumpsuitcoverme fucked around in our maths class and my laptop survived on 0% for about 15 minutes without dying, and i spent these 15 minutes crying over a fanfiction

then i went to drama!!!!!! we’re doing the crucible right now (for anyone familiar, we’re doing act 3- staring from abigail pretending that mary warren is possessing this yellow bird and then possessing her and the other girls, and we’re ending at hale denouncing the court and leaving) and the guy who’s playing proctor told mary warren to “moan louder” and then mary warren started flirting with me (she’s one of my friends) and then put her leg across my lap, aND THEN THE GUY PLAYING HALE DID IT TOO and i ended up running into the corner of the classroom and hiding behind a chair screaming with the girl playing abigail hugging me, while hale did pushups (this was all in good nature i promise)

uhhh then we spent break in the theatre rehearsing, and we got some of our other friends to act as abigail and parris and they didn’t know what to do and it was really funny

then we did some tech!! violet, one of my friends and i are in a group, and my job is just to film the entire process and then make a 30 second video of it!! i’m gonna make it really stupid lmao

uhh and then i yapped to my dad about the crucible, and my sister’s boyfriend came over and we had lasagna (my favourite food that we usually only ever have as my birthday dinner), and i had a meringue nest with cream and berries!!

my brother, sister, and her boyfriend are now playing smash bros and i’m listening to music :)

GOAL FOR TOMORROW!!! water intake; have one glass of water when i wake up, and one before i go to sleep, because i’ve got karate grading and really cannot afford to pass out :)

also here’s the bee that likes jazz and my meringue nest :)

[dresden-syndrome]

Hiiii. I have some questions. Are there any class four criminals who end up living a releativly decent life? Either becuase they have a skill the state needs or becuase they behave well or becuase they end up with someone they used to know? And also, has anyone ever been convicted at the class four level just becuase someone powerful wanted them as a pet?

Oh hello comrade! Thank you for asking!✨

It's known for sure class 4 is a final destination but it absolutely can get better or worse depending on many things! Obedience may grant the poor whumpee many advantages or disadvantages, same with ending up with someone they knew before conviction - that person may be anywhere from secretly compassionate to outright sadistic.

I'd say the best outcome is reserved for those with a long backstory of technical or scientific education and career. EESU runs Strategic Scientific Reserve (more known as Science Division) - a nation-wide program for political offenders with tech/science skills which uses their work and knowledge for important state projects. The purposes and conditions are based on prisoner class; the class-separated facilities highly resemble the sentences for their non-specialist counterparts.

A class 4 SD facility is constructed and managed in a way that allows its subjects to live and work without leaving its territory, have no contact with outside world or unauthorized visitors and stay in good health for better use in complex fields of work such as research, development and engineering. Subjects get enough food, water, fresh air and social interaction to make their brains work; they don't get tortured or deliberately mistreated by personnel; aside from mandatory blood donations and health checks, they aren't touched by medics either. Necessary measures such as ID numbers, guards watching subjects' movements, escape & release prevention, daily schedule with forced feeding, sedating and bathing in case of non-compliance can't be deemed as "mistreating" as if they would be if applied to people; these are to secure a subject can be used in the most efficient way.

SD facilities are often located within ASR lab territories which allows for saving time and effort it'd take for subject transit: all mandatory procedures in one place, no transportation restraints required! It also allows to have them regularly assisting in the lab work under the close surveillance of ASR personnel, as well as being easily re-designated as a test subject upon becoming more useful as a lab rat than as a tech/science workforce.

However, despite all the class 4 containment routine, given the necessary skill, cooperation and compliance, a subject may end up living... pretty normal?

As for convicting someone for personal use entirely, a couple of cases have been suspected yet without any sufficient proof. Arresting a person upon investigation as class 3-4 is already generally seen as a proof of their counter-revolutionary offences (good luck proving a class 4 subject was not a state enemy in the first place) but hey, what can't be possible?

Lore dump tag: @sweet-lost-husbands