#i only have one and its a little turtle sipping on a drink

[green-tea-lemonade]

💕 Gorgeous, girly cute Yeah, I just wanna wear the shit that all the girlies do And I swear, swear it to the God above That no one else compares to the way I love 💕

[whitedarkmoonflower]

to give you that little push; I'd like to request a modern!Sihtric x reader where they are reunited after a long time apart. the rest is all you! ;)

Authors note: it all started with the ask, whether I accept modern!Sihtric requests, that left me deeply thoughtful whether I am really up to it. So thank you so much, my dear @sihtricfedaraaahvicius for giving me that little push and setting me on this short, but very intensive journey.

My very first Modern!Sihtric x reader fic.

Warnings: fluff, quite suggestive on the borderline with getting smutty, heartbreak, abuse of alcohol

Summary: see the request, although I have a slight feeling you had something different in mind, when you requested this.

Word Count: 3,748

Part 2

“Please, fasten your seat belt; we are landing,” a voice intruded upon your tranquil nap, jolting you awake. You rubbed your eyes, struggling to comprehend the source of the voice and your whereabouts.

“Thank you,” you murmured slowly, fumbling around trying to locate and secure your seat belt, your head still dizzy. You flinched as the airplane thudded onto the runway with a slight bump, rebounded gently, and then smoothly taxied to a stop at the parking position.

“Fuck! So fast…” you swore silently to yourself. In truth you did not want to get off that plane. You remained seated until the final passenger had exited before rising to retrieve your hand luggage. The irritated looks, masked under a polite smile, that flight attendants were casting at you, did not make you to move faster. You had no reason to hurry, so you took your time. Your head was tucked into the collar of your oversized sweater, its sleeves engulfing your hands. Your rucksack hung haphazardly over your shoulder, giving you the appearance of a turtle, save for the fact that even a turtle might have traversed the distance to the front door more swiftly.

“Have a nice evening, ma’am,” the flight attendant beamed at you as you walked past. Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't respond. It had been five years. Five fucking years since you left on what was meant to be a two-week summer course in the other part of the world and ended up staying there for a half decade. This had been one in a million opportunity, a scholarship and admission to one of the world’s best design schools combined with an offer to work for a renowned fashion house after graduation. Only a fool would have rejected it, and you were so close to doing just that.

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“Hey, sweetheart, I’ve missed you! How are you doing? How was your flight?” Sihtric’s smiling face greeted you from the screen of your phone.

“Everything’s fine, I’ve missed you too!” you replied, your smile tinged with sleepiness. Glancing at the clock, you noted that it was 9 a.m., which translated to around 7 p.m. at Sihtric's location. Jet lag hadn't quite released its grip on you yet.

“I love you sweety and I miss you terribly. It is so lonely without you here,” Sihtric’s voice never failed to send shivers down your spine.

“I love you too, handsome! Just two weeks to go and I’ll be back home,” your drowsy gaze drifted once again to the clock. "Damn! It's already 9:00. I've got my first classes in thirty minutes! I need to hurry!" With an exclamation, you leapt out of bed, nearly dropping your phone in the process.

You had met Sihtric just a month before at a party hosted by your best friend Gisela, who was celebrating the opening of her very own studio and art gallery.  You had never believed in the love at the first sight, deeming it ridiculous and impossible to fall for someone you hardly knew. Yet, that’s exactly what had happened to you the moment you laid eyes on Sihtric. Seated on the sofa, gingerly sipping your gin and tonic, you nearly choked on your drink as your gaze widened, registering a striking dark-haired young man entering the room. The slightly snug black t-shirt and skinny jeans he wore accentuated his remarkably well-built body. Swallowing hard, your eyes remained glued to his face, tracing his sharp features, pronounced cheekbones, straight nose, and big expressive eyes. His moustache and short beard, covering his chin, only added to his rugged and strong presence. Gisela introduced you, and before you knew it, you had spent the entire evening sitting on the sofa with him, joking, laughing, telling anecdotes from your studies – you had studied fashion design — and raptly listening to his tales. He was a photographer and had journeyed across the globe for his job and passion, collaborating and doing shootings with various celebrities and amassing countless amusing stories to share. With each passing minute, you marvelled more and more why on earth this intelligent, breathtakingly handsome, and evidently talented man had decided to spend his evening chatting with you.

You lived just a few blocks away from the gallery and after the party Sihtric immediately offered to accompany you home, unwilling to let you wander the streets alone at such a late hour.

“Thank you for the stunning evening,” Sihtric said, taking your hand and lifting it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss upon it as you both stood at the entrance of your apartment building.

“Stunning?” you raised your eyebrow in disbelief. The idea that someone could describe an evening spent chatting with you as stunning seemed far-fetched.

“Yeah, stunning. I can't even recall when I last had so much fun," Sihtric's face drew near, his breath grazing your skin and quickening your heartbeat.

“Fuck, does he want to come upstairs?” a thought raced through your mind, but there was this age-old rule on not having sex with someone on the first date lingering in your consciousness. “To hell with the rules, I want him – even if it would be just a one-night stand. Common, handsome, kiss me!” you silently urged, feeling a shiver tracing your spine as Sihtric’s thumb gently caressed your cheek. His gaze bore into you, as if searching for a sign.

“You’re incredibly sweet and beautiful,” Sihtric whispered in your ear. His lips touched yours in the most gentle, tender kiss – the softest, you’d ever had. You closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into that delicate kiss, a pleasant lightheadedness enveloping you.

“Sweet dreams, lovely!” Sihtric’s voice brought you back to reality as he hesitantly pulled away. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“What?” your mind slowly registered the words you just heard, “No, wait!” you wanted to speak, but as you opened your eyes, he was already gone. “What the fuck? Was it a dream? Why did he leave? What did I do wrong?” Countless thoughts and emotions whirled in your mind as you ascended to your apartment, disappointment prevailing. You were convinced, you’d never see him again. He didn’t even have your number; how could he call? You were angry at yourself, believing you’d ruined everything, not knowing what exactly you have done wrong, but being sure it was you.

The greater was your surprise, when you received an early morning call from Gisela the following day.

“Hey there! How are you?” your friend’s ever cheerful voice came through the phone. “Guess what? I just gave your number to Sihtric. You must have made quite an impression on him. He woke me up at 6.00 a.m. today, to ask for your number, miserable that he hadn’t asked you for it. Can you believe it– 6.00 a.m.?”

“What?” you weren’t fully awake yet.

“Don’t mess this up, honey! He’s a catch! See you at lunch tomorrow; I want all the details!” Gisela hung up, leaving you staring at your phone, trying to grasp, what you’d just heard.

So, Sihtric did call, and the next day you had your first real date. You fell for him swift and hard. Being with Sihtric felt like a wild ride on a rollercoaster. He was impulsive and spontaneous breakneck, loving extreme sports like kiting and skydiving. Spontaneously embarking on a mountain photoshoot idea and heading there within minutes, leaving everything else behind, was totally normal for him. Yet, toward you, he was the embodiment of care and sweetness, a stark contrast to his impulsive, daring nature.

You had never had a lover like him before, so attentive, gentle, and eager to satisfy you. With him you felt like a goddess each time. You could still recall the tender touch of his lips on your skin, the delicate kisses covering every inch of your body. The brush of his fingers against your breasts, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. His ragged breath against your neck as he purred sweet praises into your ear, while holding you tightly and thrusting deeply into you, evoking the moans of delight and pleasure from you, arching your back against the mattress.

You’d never been so deeply in love with someone, nor had your heart ever before been so broken as you read the message on your phone exactly one week after your arrival in your destination for the long-planned summer courses. The previous day had been already quite a mess. Your call with Gisela ended up with a quarrel. You had never expected her to react like that. You had shown your sketches to classmates, one of whom turned out to be the daughter of a renowned designer, just moved here to work for a major fashion house. This had led to you being invited to a meeting with the manager of the fashion house, offering you an admission to a top design school along with a scholarship in exchange for a five-year post-graduation contract as a designer for the house. You had declined the offer and just shared the whole unbelievable story with Gisela.

“Are you out of your mind” she shouted at you, incredulous. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you’re considering giving it up for what? A guy, you’ve been seeing for less than a month! You must be insane! What’s his take on all this?”

“I haven’t talked to him about it, and I don’t intend to. I don’t want him to be involved or to feel responsible for a choice that’s solely mine to make. He might try to convince me to accept the offer, but I don’t want that. I don’t believe in long-distance relationships, and we’re not at that point to experiment with something like that.  I love him, Gisela. I don’t want to lose him. I want to go back and see where this relationship takes us,” you tried to argue with your friend, receiving only and annoyed scoff in return.

Gisela was not in a mood to give up. She was resolved to put some sense back in your love blurred mind and kept arguing with you, until you were completely fed up with her.

“I’ve made up my mind, and it’s final, Gisela!” you shouted, ending the call frustrated.

Next morning you woke up with a throbbing headache. You had slept badly, your mind twirling around Gisela’s words. You knew she meant it only good, but you stood firm in your choice. A message notification jolted you, making you smile. It was from Sihtric, you knew it instantly by the ringtone you had set for him.

As you read the message, your smile froze mid-blossom. The words hit you like a freight train: «I’m sorry, but it’s over. It’s time for both of us to move on. I’ve found someone else. » Your phone slipped from your grip, clattering onto the floor. You couldn’t believe what you saw. It was impossible, it couldn’t be real. You snatched your phone back up, your fingers trembling as you pushed the call button.

No response.

You called again, and again, and again. Still no answer. With a loud scream you hurled your phone against the wall. Face buried in your pillow, you started to cry uncontrollably. You lost track of how many times you'd dialed, texted, and cried, but there was no response. He did not even read your messages. Finally, you gave up. Your world had crumbled into thousand small pieces, your silly dreams shattered, and your heart ached. The next two days you spent crying in your small dormitory room. You did not care for the courses, you were unable to make yourself get up and dress, not even speaking about seeing other people. It was on the third day that you were sitting at the table and sipping your umpteenth cup of coffee, that your gaze landed on papers strewn in a corner. The admission letter and scholarship application form lay there, untouched. A rush of emotions urged you to rip them apart, yet something held you back. Tears coursing down your cheeks, you seized a pen and hastily began filling out the form. There was nothing left to return to. The mere thought of returning home, potentially encountering Sihtric and his new love interest, churned your stomach with disgust. Thus, you stayed.

Five years immersed in studies and working as a designer in your dream fashion house. And now you were coming home, although you did not think of it that way anymore. You had been sent to overlook the opening of the new shop and had to stay there for at least half a year to make everything set and running. Half a year felt like an eternity, especially as just before boarding the plane, you learned the name of the photographer that had been hired to shoot the first catalogue – Sihtric Kjartansson. With a heavy sigh, you took a tentative step onto the bridge and began the slow walk toward the exit.

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“You have to do something about it!” Gisela rushed into Sihtric’s apartment in complete bewilderment bursting out the whole story about the scholarship and contract in one single breath, “It is her chance, Sihtric! She is so talented, and she’s ready to give it all up because of you. Can’t you see? She’s sacrificing her entire future, everything she has ever dreamed about! If you truly love her, you can’t let this happen. Please, tell me you won’t let it happen,” she sank onto the sofa and looked at Sihtric with pleading eyes.

“You know I love her, Gisela, but what are you expecting me to do?” Sihtric asked taken aback by Gisela’s sudden intrusion, attempting to piece together what she was telling him.

“You have to end your relationship with her,” the response was so unforeseen that Sihtric found himself speechless for a moment.

“Excuse me, I have to do what?” he finally managed to articulate, still trying to comprehend Gisela's proposal.

“You have to break up with her. That’s the only way. She will not listen to you otherwise. She does not believe in long-distance relationships and will refuse to stay there anyway.”

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Sihtric’s phone vibrated again, signalling an incoming call. Seated in his kitchen, head resting on his hands, he wrestled with the urge to answer. It was the fifth time already. He was aware who was calling and knew that, if he did pick up, he wouldn’t be able to repeat the words he’d typed to you just an hour ago. It was a lie. A lie, he immediately regretted upon hitting the send button. But it was done, and you had read it. He knew he had broken your heart, something he'd been so certain he would never do to you. There was no turning back now. Even if he did answer and tried to explain his motives behind the cruel message, there would always be a crack between you, caused by the pain he knew his message had inflicted. He had lost you. He had pushed you away and had done it willingly, for your own good. He loved you too much to allow you to through away your future for him.

As silly as it might sound, he’d fallen for you from the very first moment he saw you. He hadn’t wanted to come to the party. Gisela had hinted that she wanted to introduce him to someone. Her persistent obsession to fix the love life of her friends was sweet but annoying. Yet, the instant she introduced you, Sihtric felt a rush of gratitude for changing his mind. He liked everything about you – your delicate and captivating face, the sparkle in your eyes, your full and inviting lips, your thick, curly, dark brown hair cascading onto your shoulders, and above all, your stunning and breath-taking smile. You were funny and smart, your demeanour so natural and unpretentious, as he found out within mere hours. He did not even notice how the hours passed, as he was slowly drowning in your beautiful eyes, listening to your infectious laughter and your soft voice.  

Desire raged within him, his jeans chafing painfully as he leaned in for a kiss that night. However, for the first time ever, he didn’t wish to rush events, fearing he could scare you off and ruin everything. He was not into a single night crush, he wanted to truly get to know you. It was your third date that he realised he couldn’t suppress his longing anymore.

“Can I invite you for a drink at my place?” he asked upon leaving the cosy Italian restaurant he’d chosen for the evening. It was so obvious what was on his mind, his look so full of desire as his eyes slowly undressed you. He licked his lips lustfully as all he could think in that moment was how you will look naked on his bed, him placing soft kisses down your body. His lips almost did not leave yours from the moment you both got into the taxi until he unlocked the doors of his apartment, his hands starting to pull up your dress as soon as you stepped into the room.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, drinking in the sight of your almost naked body, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra.

A gratifying groan escaped his lips, his breath literally taken away by the irresistible pulchritude before him, as moments later he had you fully undressed on his bed, exactly as he had imagined it before. Pinning your arms above your head, he planted fervent kisses, tracing every contour, every curve and line of your body with his tongue. He’d imagined this every night since you first met – how he will ignite and arouse you, how he will kiss and pleasure you, making you crave for him beyond imaginable. Your response to his touch, fiery and eager, trusting and passionate, intoxicated him. As he finally pushed his hard length into you, he felt there was no greater delight in this world than feeling your walls clench around him, observing ecstasy pool in your half-lidded eyes, your hips dancing against his, your body quivering under his touch, and your spine arching against the mattress in pleasure he and only he was able to bestow upon you. And as you fell asleep in his embrace, nestled against his chest, he was sure he wanted to keep you, keep you forever.

But it was over now. Sihtric poured another glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp. He was heavily drunk by now. His phone lay on the table, vibrating again. A message from you. He could see it appearing shortly on the locked screen. The fifth one this evening, amidst the dozen calls, he’d ignored. It was overwhelming. He couldn't endure it any longer. He had to respond, to clarify that the message had been a terrible misunderstanding. That absurd message was his fault, and he was ready to atone for it, whatever it would take, but he craved you back urgently, desperately. Sihtric reached out for his phone, but it slipped out of his numb fingers, landing on the kitchen’s stone floor with a resounding crash. When he finally managed to retrieve it, his face contorted in despair. The entire display was fractured, resembling a spider's web, and was unresponsive to his touch. A loud curse erupted as he flung the useless device against the wall before collapsing back into his chair. Reaching for the whiskey bottle, his fingers closed around its neck, bringing it to his lips. The fiery liquid surged down his throat in relentless gulps, until the bottle was empty and in the next moment it also flew against the wall, shattering into countless shards.

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"Good morning!" your assistant's cheery voice welcomed you as you entered the pavilion, now transformed for the photo shoot. "Everything's set. The photographer arrived early this morning and had us reconfigure the entire pavilion, but you'll be pleased with the changes. We're quite fortunate – we managed to book Sihtric Kjartansson. He's truly the best and most sought-after fashion photographer right now."

The sound of that name sent a shiver down your spine. Images of Sihtric's face, engraved in your mind, surfaced – the memory of your last goodbye at the airport, thinking that you will meet again in two weeks. His gentle kiss on your forehead, the warmth of his hug, his soft words in your ear, "I'll miss you, sweetheart. You mean the world to me." How foolish you had been to believe it all. To think that you were more than just a fleeting diversion, discarded and replaced after just one week apart. Anger surged within you, wrapping around you like an armour, giving you the strength, you needed to endure this day, as you entered the shooting hall and saw the familiar silhouette behind the camera, his back turned to you.

“Good morning, everybody!” you called out, straining your voice, but it was not necessary – there was nobody else there in the whole hall. Sihtric turned, his expression shifting from annoyance to utter bewilderment, his eyes widening as they locked onto you.

“Hi!” you managed to force through gritted teeth, your body stiff in tension that was taking over you. Those five years hadn’t changed a thing. He was still painfully handsome, and you couldn’t tear your eyes from him. Worse yet, you still desired him. You both just stared at each other unable to say anything until Sihtric finally found his voice.

“Hi, sweetheart!” Sihtric greeted, a mix of surprise and embarrassment colouring his face. “What a surprise! Haven’t seen you in a while. Precisely five years, two months, and five days,” he added, his face flushing as he realised, he had unconsciously used his favourite nickname for you and his precise time calculation felt so awkward and out of place, that he instantly wished to dissolve into the ear if that would only be possible.

You did not notice anything of it. You barely registered his words beyond the unfortunate "sweetheart," that made your heart skip a beat, stirring an overwhelming blend of love and hatred within you. The conflicting emotions surged through your veins, blurring your vision, and before he could see the tears forming in your eyes, you turned on your heels and stormed out of the hall, knocking over a coffee table in your path, and never once looking back.

[jawabear]

V day gifts for us both

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Not my GIF

A/n: happy valentines to my love, Kyle. God he’s so hot. i think today is pointless but it makes for good prompts i guess. so heres a filthy kyle smut because i want his cute little ass all to myself.

Genre: S M U T

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, Switch!Kyle, switch!reader, dom/sub themes, anal, pegging, toys, 69 position, face sitting, overstimulation, mention of eating, slight sir kink, ma'am kink, pet names, begging

Summary: An innocent date night turns to something far from being innocent...

Kyle💕💕

Dress up nice for me baby. See you at 7 😘😘

It was a somewhat ominous message to receive from your boyfriend when you took into account the fact he had been gone all day. He left early only saying he would message you later, he did that at least, but there was no other information presented to you. 

You had been pondering the message all day since then. He didn’t reply to your messages, he didn’t even see them. It worried you a little but you knew he wouldn’t let you down. He would see you at 7. 

You clock watched as you got ready. Putting on a small bit of make-up and one of his favourite outfits of his. It was probably the nicest one you owned so it certainly first the dress code he gave you. But it was at this point, as you looked over yourself in the mirror, that your stomach began to churn nervously. You didn’t know why. You had been out with him many times before. He was your boyfriend for god sake. But you were nervous about why he had made this date. 

It wasn’t an anniversary, not one that you knew of anyway. It wasn’t his birthday and it wasn’t yours. Maybe ti was something to do with work? Had he been ranked up? Given a medal or something? However, on second thought, Gaz was known in your relationship to spring random date nights on you for no apparent reason. This was most likely one of them. 

You let out a breath and nodded to yourself, happy with the choice of outfit and moved out to the living room where you sat and waited. Wait to see him at 7. Your eyes couldn’t move from the clock, watching the seconds tick by. Your leg bouncing nervously and your hands wringing together. 

“Stop it (Y/N)” you said to yourself “its just a date. Its Kyle”

With that, a knock sounded at the door. You checked back at the clock after having looked away for a split second to scold yourself. Sure enough, it read 7pm. You stood from the sofa and brushed over your outfit to straighten it out. You let out another breath and walked to the door. 

Opening the door was like opening up a present. That present being the most handsome, beautiful man in the world standing there looking sharp as ever. He had gone for a black turtle neck shirt and a gorgeous navy blue suit jacket and trousers. It was a tight fit on him and perfectly excentuated his arms. 

“Wow” he let out a low whistle as he looked you up and down “you really got my message babe”

“You like it?” You asked him.

“You know I do” he leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now you compliment me. I tried hard to pull this together” 

“You’ve worn it before”

“I have not” he feigned hurt “I just have one very very similar. So similar its almost the same” 

You chuckled and ran you hands over the smooth fabric of the blazer. “You look amazing, Kyle. You always do though” 

He kissed you again. And again. And just once more before offering his arm to you “shall we, my love?” 

“We shall” you smiled. 

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“So,” you began as you took a sip of your drink “are you planning on telling me what this is all about?” 

“Am I not allowed to spend time with my lovely lady?”

“You are, but I feel like this time there is a reason” 

“Alright, you caught me” he held his hands above his head “I’m not going to be here fro valentines this year so thought we could do something now. Have a special night together”

“Kyle” you smiled “that’s sweet. But you know I don’t care about valentines day”

“I know but doesn’t mean I can’t treat you to a nice meal and make you feel special” he smiled a little sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. Is it too much?” 

“No” you smile as you reached over the table to grab his hand in yours. “No Kyle, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. You’re so sweet to do this. I love you so much” 

“I love you too babe” he leaned over the table and pressed a long kiss to your lips. He didn’t care that you were in a busy restaurant, right next to the window where anyone could walk past and see him. He never cared. He wanted everyone to know you were his and he was yours. He wanted everyone to know how much he loved you. 

You felt like a school girl when he sat back down, giggling like a maniac. He had such a hold over you, making you feel giddy after every kiss he gave you. Gaz laughed too and sipped at his drink. He picked up his knife and fork again to eat and pointed the fork to your plate. 

“Eat up babe, you’ll need your energy for tonight” he shot you a wink making your cheeks flush. You and Gaz had had many bedroom adventures. Perhaps having done almost everything sexual you could imagine. So at this point it was just a question of which of your favoured activities would you be embarking in tonight? 

The anticipation of that always made you crazy with arousal. “Do I get a hint?” 

“Do you ever?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. No was the answer. He never gave anything away. That just made it all the more mind blowing. 

“I thought that as it was a special night, you could make an acceptation?” You lifted your foot to stroke lightly up and down his leg. He shot you a look and whipped his head around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking “oh, so now you’re concerned about the public?” 

“I just don’t want them to see my cock hard for you babe” you let out a chuckle. 

“Good point. Thats only for me isn’t it” you shifted in your seat and moved your hands under the table to pull down your damp panties. You bunched them up in your hand. “And this is only for you” you took his hand again and gave him your panties. 

He tried not to moan. A strangled nose falling from his lips as he shoved them into his pocket. “You little minx. We still have dessert to go yet” he whisper yelled to you. 

“I know what you want for dessert and now you have easy access” you shot him a cheeky wink and moved your foot up to his crotch and rubbed against his erection. He gripped his fork tightly and tried his hardest not to react. You had done public sex before so this teasing was nothing new. But it still lit a fire between you both. Desire was burning in your stomach. 

“You’re lucky this day is about you”

“Or what?” You challenged. 

“Or I’d drag you out of this place back home and fuck you until the sun comes up” 

You leaned forwards on the table, you elbows pressed against the white cloth covering the dark wood. “Who’s to say that isn’t what I want?” You whispered. 

Gaz growled and stormed off to the bar to pay for the meal before whisking you out of the restaurant and back home where he was prepared to fuck you until the sun came up.

You continued to tease him in the car. Touching at his string yet sensitive thigh, ghosting your fingers over his cock making him twitch as shift in his seat. He gripped the steering wheel the way you wished he would grab your throat as he fucked you. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip. You hand slipping between your legs, you needed a release from the pent up arousal. 

But Kyle grabbed your wrist and gave you a dark look. The dark, devious look only made more clear by the red traffic light reflecting in his eyes. “That is my pussy to touch. Keep your hands away from it” his voice matched the look in his eyes and it made you moan. 

“Y-yes sir” you panted. “Sorry sir”

“We’re nearly home. Be a good girl for me until then” 

“Yes. I will sir. I’ll be good” 

“I know you will” 

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You were both laughing like love sick teenagers when you entered your shared flat. He pulled you up the stairs by you hand, both of you laughing the entire time. His lips found yours immediately when you got inside and he kicked the door shut hearing it lock as he did. 

“Thank you for dinner, sweetheart” you whispered against his lips as he stroked up and down your hips. 

“My pleasure” he replied “but the night isn’t over yet. I have something for you” he gave you one last long kiss and pulled you to the bedroom and set you down on the bed. 

He rummaged through his top draw and pulled out a small black box with a silver ribbon tied in what you assumed was a bow. Kyle was never very good at wrapping or tying bows, but your heart swelled at his attempts. You smiled as he handed it to you. 

“What’s this?” You asked shaking the box and heard a rattling inside. 

“A gift. Open it” he bit his bottom lip and looked at you with dark eye. That made your heart flutter. So it was something to use in the bedroom. You knew that look. You knew his tells. 

You carefully undid the ribbon and placed it to the side and lifted the lid to the box. Your cheeks heated a little when you saw the silver vibrator laying there. “Kyle…” you muttered. It was embarrassing to say the least. You already had that one. He had gotten you it as a gift once before. But you supposed that you had some many toys between you that it was easy to loose track of who had what. 

“I know you have it” he said quickly, reading your mind like he usually did  “It’s…it’s for me really. You to use it on me. Thought I’d be cheesy and get one to match. I know its one of your favourites, I want to see what the fuss is about. Size up my competition”

It may have been a weird thing for him to remember. He didn’t know your favourite colour but could pick out your favourite sex toy blindfolded and wear ski gloves (he has done this before. It was a weird night). But it was endearing in a strange way. It showed how much he valued your pleasure. 

“You mean I get to play with your ass tonight?” You smirked as you held the silver bullet in your hand in front of his face. He swallowed and looked at it. Clearly picturing all the things he wanted you to do with it. 

“Yeah…” he breathed. He tugged at his trousers, clearly regretting his choice of tight fit. The fit only getting tighter with every passing moment. He was already hard from earlier but now it was rock solid.

You turned on the vibrator and brought it down to rest against his crotch. “Ah fuck” he moaned. The moan turned into a laugh “I can see why you like it so much. Shit babe”

“It gets better. Trust me” you smiled and kissed him while rubbing the vibe over his crotch. He moaned and whimpered into your mouth and bucked his hips chasing his pleasure. 

But you pulled it away and he almost sobbed. “Fuck you” he muttered mindlessly making you laugh. 

“Soon” you soothe to him as you stand and rid yourself of your clothes. He gapped at you like a fish out of water. Mouth hung open as he stared at your now naked body. He had seen it countless times but it never failed to make him crazy. 

He was quick to take off his own clothes now leaving the two of you completely bare to each other. He leaned in for a kiss but you backed away. He chased after you lips and you grabbed his throbbing cock. “Fuck!” He yelled holding onto your shoulders to stop his knees from giving out. 

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” You cooed to him as you gently rubbed his length. 

He panted a few times before nodding his head “yes ma’am. I will be a good boy” 

You granted him a kiss he was desperate for  and pushed him to the bed. “On your knees then. Present that pretty ass for me” he swallowed and got on all fours. His back arching as he pressed his chest to the bed, his ass in the air. 

You got behind him and trailed your fingers up the back of his thighs making him whimper into the pillow. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. How he was the one who was so ready to fuck you senseless only for him to be the one being fucked. 

You stroked a hand over his tight hole watching it clench at the contact. You spat on it and lubed it up before slowly pushing a finger inside him. He whined your name into the pillow as he thrust his hips back, wanting more. You add a second finger and allow him to fuck himself back onto them for a moment. 

Whilst he was doing that, you turned on the vibrator and dragged it over his cock. His hips stuttered and he moaned loudly. You chuckled a little and rubbed it over his length a few more times. Watching the pre come leak from the tip. 

“You’re so pretty, Kyle” you smiled down at him even though he couldn’t see you. “Such a pretty cock. And a pretty little ass” you curled your fingers inside him and he all but screamed into the pillow. “That feel good baby?” You spoke in a patronising way, almost like cooing at a baby. 

“Yes!” He yelled “feels so good ma’am! Please! Please want more!” 

You pulled out you fingers and circled the vibrator around his pulsing hole. “You want this?” You asked. You squeezed his ass cheek and he groaned. 

“Yes! Yes! Please! Please put it in” he begged. You complied. Slowly sinking the silver vibe into his ass. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” He swore repeatedly at the stretch and the vibrations racking though his body. Once it was fully inside him you pressed a kiss to it and pulled back. 

“Good boy” you praised. You flipped him over so he was on his back and crawled on top of him “what now then?” You asked as you stroked over his heated cheeks. “Do I not get a reward for being so kind to you?” 

He whined and nodded “S-Sit on my face. Please” your eyes lit up at his words and you wasted no time in climbing onto your new seat. You turned so you could see his twitching cock, you knew you would end up sucking at it soon so best to be in the right position for it. 

Kyle lifted his shaking hands to hold your hips down as you sat on his mouth. He eagerly began to suck and lick at you soaked pussy and you moaned. “That’s it” you praised him, your hands running over his toned chest. “Good boy” he whimpered and thrust his hips up against nothing. 

You stared at his cock, leaking on his stomach, angers read and twitching like hell. It looked so pretty. So desperate to be touched. You could hear the vibrator in his ass. It was rattling his body, making him shake and tremble underneath you. But if it was too much he didn’t let on about it. He keep happily sucking at your pussy while the vibe destroyed him in the most delicious way. 

“You want me to touch your cock?” You asked him, your hands inching closer to his aching cock. He nodded his head quickly, his tongue still lapping at your pussy. “Use your words” 

He shifted on the bed “yes, please touch my cock! I need it ma’am! Please!” He bucked his hips into the air again, his cock slapping against his abdomen. 

You smiled and took his dick in your hand giving it long slow strokes up and down. Up and down. “Oh fuck! Yes!” He cried against your folds. “Feels so good!” 

You picked up your pace, you could feel your own climax ramping up in your stomach. You rolled your hips on his tongue. The slurping noises were vulgar but such a turn on for you both. “Gonna come baby” you sighed, your hand twisting around his cock. Kyle bucked his hips wildly into your hand, he was close too. He had been close for a while but holding back for this very moment. “Come with me. Come with me baby” you rolled your hips faster to match his and you came. You cried out his name as you trembled and watched as he too was a wreck under you. 

Shooting loads of hot come onto his chest and your hand as he came, moaning and whimpering into you pulsing folds. His body writhed as he struggled for breath, the vibrator still rattling his bones. You tried to get off him to let home breathe but he pulled you back down. “N-No ma’am. Come again. Please” he begged sucking at your clit. You were so turned on by destroying his body that you knew it wouldn’t be long until you came a second time for him. 

His cock was still leaking come. His hips struggling to stay still. “In that case…” your voice trailed off as you leaned down to take his cock in your mouth. He bellowed out your name, his head falling back against the pillow. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. 

“(Y/N)!” He cried “please! I’m so sensitive!” You pulled off him briefly.

“Do you want me to stop?” You smirked already knowing the answer. 

“No! Please! Make me come again. Oh god it feels so good” he groaned “your mouth is so perfect babe” 

“Your cock was made for my mouth baby. You were made for me” 

He came. 

It was unexpected but your hot words made him crazy. His head was spinning as he came. His mouth hanging open and panting against your pussy. You weren’t particularly made that he had forgotten to make you come a second time. Seeing him in this state was more than enough to tide you over until you fucked him. Because you would be the one fucking him. 

“Good boy” you kissed his cock and got off the bed. The vibe still purred inside him. He loved the overstimulation though. It was one of the things he enjoyed most in bed. He didn’t know why though. 

You rattled around in the sex toy draw you both shared and pulled out his favoured strap on. The silicone dick had more girth than length, he loved the stretch. But it was the perfect length and the perfect curve to hit his prostate with every thrust. 

You looked over your shoulder at him on the bed. Spread out like a meal for you, his dick still twitching. His mouth hanging out and face heated. “Keep riding that pleasure baby” you cooed to him as you put on the strap. “Makes the next part easier” 

He managed to lift his head and you saw his eyes light up when they landed on the plastic dick. “Oh fuck. Yes!” He crawled to his knees and to you. 

“You want to get it ready for me?” You smirked. He nodded and took it into his mouth, coating it with saliva. It was soaked with his spit when he pulled it out of his hot mouth. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him. Your beautiful boyfriend. 

You tilted his chin up and pulled his lips to yours in a tender kiss. “What was that for?” He asked, a giddy smile on his face. 

“I love you so much Kyle. I’m so lucky to have you” you whispered as you ran a finger down his cheek.

“I love you too babe” he whispered “I don’t deserve you” 

“Yes you do. You deserve the world” 

“You are my world” you could’ve cried but you had ti stay in character. You would cry later during after care while you told him how much you loved him over and over again. 

You kissed him again and pushed him down to the bed. You spread his legs and pulled out the vibrator. You turned it off and tossed it else where in the room, filling his ass again with the dick. He gripped the sheets and arched his back off the bed. “Fuck me” he whimpered “fuck me hard” 

“Of course” you leaned over him and grabbed the headboard before drilling your hips into him. The headboard banging against the wall, no doubt you would get complaints from you neighbours. Again. But you didn’t care. You were too caught up in the sounds of his moans to care about anything else other than him. 

Kyle looked up at you with pleasing eyes. Neither of you knew what he was begging for but it made your heart flutter. He was so damn adorable. “You’re beautiful” he whispered as he wrapped his legs around your waist urging you to go faster. Deeper. Harder. “So beautiful. Gonna make me come again. Fuck I’m going to come!” 

His head rolled back to the pillow and he lifted his hands to grab your sides, fingertips digging into your flesh. “Come for me Kyle. Come for me” 

It didn’t take long to pull him over the edge for the third time that night. You slowed your hips and carefully pulled out of his abused hole. It fluttered around nothing as he came down from the intense high. You stoked over his body to soothe him until his breathing went back to normal and his body was melted into the covers of the bed. “How was that?” You asked him quietly. 

“So good babe” he sighed with a lazy smile on his face. “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you” 

“I already told you” you lay on top of his chest “you deserve the world” 

“And I told you” he trailed a hand up your back “you are my world” 

“Then you do deserve me” you kissed him. A soft quick kiss but conveyed all the emotion you could muster. He hummed into the kiss and moved his hand to your hair. 

“And you deserve to come again” he pulled your head back by your hair and licked up the expanse of your neck. “How do you want me to do it?” He asked “you want my mouth again? My fingers? My cock?” 

The roles were reversed now. It was his turn to have some fun. “What do you want to do?” You asked him. 

He growled against your neck “I want to fuck your pussy with my cock. Give you the same bliss you gave me” you couldn’t help the whine that left your lips as he flipped you onto your back and yanked off the strap on. He tossed it to the floor and spread your legs. “I’m so sorry I’ve neglected you” he spoke directly to your pussy. It fluttered in response. You felt him nudge your soaked fold with the head of his dick before he easily sunk in. “Thats it babe. Such a perfect little pussy. Made for me”

“Yes” you gasp as he began thrusting into you. Long hard thrusts inside you. Oh it felt so good. He always knew just how to fuck you. He brought a hand down to rub quick sharp circles on your clit. You moaned and raised your hips off the bed, you could already feel your orgasm building. “All for you”

“Damn right. This pussy is mine. All of you is mine” he leaned over yo and picked up his pace. “You’re fucking mine” 

“Yes! Yes sir! All for you! Only for you!” You clawed at his back and he groaned, slamming his dick into you and hitting your sweet spot each time. “Yes! Please! Make me come! I’m so close!” 

“Come baby. Come all over my cock like a good little girl” his voice was a low growl and he dropped his head to your neck to bit and suck at your skin pulling you over the edge, your hips bucking against his as he fucked you through your climax. “Good girl. Such a good little girl for me” your wall clenched around his cock and pulled his own orgasm from him. His mind completely blank and his cock spent. 

He slowed his hips but didn’t pull out. He fell on your chest and you stroked over his sweaty skin. “H-How was that?” He panted. 

“Perfect” you whispered with a dazed smile. “I love you so much Kyle” 

“I know” he kissed your chest “I love you too. More than anything. I’m going to miss you when I leave” 

“Lets not think about that right now. I just want to lay here with you” 

“Okay” he said and practically curled against you. “Happy Valentines day, my love” 

“Happy Valentines day sweetheart” you smiled and kissed his head. 

14/2/23

[dreamgothgirl]

So She Goes: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem! Reader

A/N: listen, this is probably going to be so fucking bad but I was high and found an old Lana Del Rey song (Prom Song (Gone Wrong)) which is 1) what you sing and 2) idk it made sense in the moment and I didn’t wanna delete anything :((

So She Goes by Geskle also feels like how Simon would see the reader who’s drunk as shit.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of blood, alcohol, suggestive touches and descriptions, Ghost being confident out of anxiety.

I really hope you enjoy this one, the next will be better! This is something I just couldn’t resist writing even if it was on a whim ÓwÒ”

POC friendly as always 💕

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“Oi! Get back in the truck, you’ll die of cold before a bullet can get you!”

You inhaled bliss while the wind’s veil covered your face in godly euphoria. A wide grin stretched your gorgeously plush and shiny lips from the lip balm you’d rubbed on them. Thick, cold drops of rain showered your body and soaked your black thermal long sleeve. Ghost kept a close eye on you as he drove the truck through the muddying dirt road as the storm’s rain began to cloud his vision.

After finding and examining a stray phone while investigating an abandoned civilian house, you’d taken it upon yourself to have a taste of nostalgia. A comfort you haven’t been able to experience since you were enlisted. Music. A tool to revive your daydreams instead of replacing them with brutal memories. Your special morphine. Tomorrow was said to be a brutal mission. One where Price shouted and prayed for the team to win.

The chances of making it out with no casualties or deaths was incredibly low. It was hard to process at first. You never expected to not get hurt or die…but having it almost being certain for once, even with the best of the best, was the hottest and messiest bullet to ever pierce you.

The boys headed to the bar. A mournful but loud last hoorah. The atmosphere, though melancholy, was as upbeat and hopeful as it could be. You smiled as you listened to Soap and Gaz talk about things only they would really understand. Price and Ghost conversed quietly next to you while the music of the bar filled your hyper sensitive ears and the lights became amplified through your tipsy eyes. 

Feeling a slight wobble, you leaned on Ghost’s shoulder to which he didn’t resist. Instead, he’d protectively wrapped his arm around your shoulders, holding you firmly. You closed your eyes and smiled, hearing a stupid song you loved way back in high school. It always made you dream of your ‘perfect man’ so vividly that your heart would ache of yearning.

You took in his scent mixed with the smell of the cups of scotch and whiskeys across the bar. It sent a fiery warmth in you that was equivalent to drinking a whole bottle of Ghost’s favorite liquor. You muttered its tune to yourself, “You will never see my face, if you don’t get me out of this place.”

Ghost’s ear perked up a little, thinking he heard you drunkly mumbling. He looked down at you and questioned, “You alright, Y/N?”

You loved when he said your name. He made it a hymn while you wanted to turn his into a sinful choir. The song of the devil’s temptations taking over. Beautiful, glossy e/c eyes stared up widely at him. A look that unexpectedly made his stomach twist and his boxers shift in his pants.

Ghost would never be as grateful as he was now for the mask as his face became flushed underneath. Price looked at you and chuckled, “I think she’s out of it already, mate.”

Ghost nodded as you giggled dumbly and stood up, “I’m fine, thank you,” you began to hum as you covered your mouth from the side and softly sang into the internally panicking man next to you, “I’m leaving, are you coming with me?~”

You can guess where that led.

Now, here you were. Sitting in silence and staring at Simon with dripping features and drunken eyes from the sips of beer you’d taken from a brand new can that was floating around in the truck. His jacket swallowed you as he sat in a thick black turtleneck on the side of the road. The water ahead flooded the dip in the road, creating a pool that the two of you would never be able to go through. He put his half sleeved arm around your headrest, “I’ll have to turn around.”

You pouted slightly, “Mmm. Why’d you turn my music off?”

He hummed, “Because you’re too excited and we’ve heard it 3 times already.”

Your cold fingertips touched his warm, untatted forearm, “So then you know the tune already, right?”

Ghost rolled his eyes as he straightened himself out but paused, “You’ve got to be bloody fuckin’ kidding me.”

Quickly, you turned around in your seat and internally shouted in excitement. The other dip you’d just gone over was flooded as well. You laughed a little and hugged Ghost’s forearm, “I guess we’ll be here for a while then.”

He reached for the walkie on his jacket, placed perfectly between your breast and your shoulder. His face heated again at the thought before you huffed and held his hand, “Why’re you so eager? Are you scared of me or something?”

In a way, yes. He was.

Ghost sighed, “You’re drunk and bloody soaked through to your teeth. If you were sober, I wouldn’t be in such a rush.”

You stared blankly before heavily sighing and straddling his lap. Ghost’s eyes widened as he quickly held your unstable waist, “Th-…The fuck are you doing, Y/N.”

“They say a person’s drunken babble is what they wish they could say sober, Lieutenant. Is that why you’re scared? Because you don’t want me to s-“

“Stop,” Ghost commanded.

Your brows furrowed and your lip pouted in an innocent, begging look, “Why? If you wanted me to, you would’ve thrown me off already and connected with comms. Don’t lie, Lieutenant, it hurts my feelings.”

Ghost’s body tensed as he stared at how your soaked shirt stuck to your body. He could already imagine the beautiful damp sheen covering you from head to toe. He already saw the yearning lust and need in your eyes yet he was praying you couldn’t see it in his. But being a man was bound to be a death sentence in this situation.

You giggled in his ear, something that made his heart melt and his fingers twitch, before whispering, “I can feel you.”

He already felt like he was being edged. Ghost gripped your waist and sighed deeply, “Y/N…we can’t do this. I don’t want to lose you tomorrow. I can’t…I can’t let you give me something I don’t deserve. And not like this, on a whim. That’s not what I want for either of us.”

A heavy weight made your heart sink into your stomach and your nostrils burn. You couldn’t control the warm tears streaming down your cheeks now. Instead of getting off, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head in its crevice, “Ghost…I understand. But…if we die tomorrow, I want to die happy. Not in agony from gunpowder or watching you sacrifice yourself. You’ve…you’ve always made me happy. It’s you, that’s kept me going. You’re my heaven on earth and all I want in life is for you to tell me all the things you wanna do.”

Ghost didn’t know what to say anymore. He didn’t know wether to touch you, kiss you, or call for help. Never did he allow himself to enjoy the simple pleasures of human life. It was always ruined by the grim thoughts of upcoming missions or what he wanted to do next to appease his past sins or lost comrades. You held his face and stared tearfully, whispering, “If I could run away with you to somewhere better, I would.”

“That’s quite childish.”

You nodded, “Isn’t it? I miss having that freedom. But when I’m with you…,” you sniffled and laughed a little, “You fill me with a childish joy that no one can beat. So, why not let yourself have a little fun, right?...”

Ghost’s heart raced at the tension filling the car. You stared at him while you leaned back against the steering wheel, careful not to set the horn off while you turned the radio back on. He kept a hold on your waist and massaged your hips with his thumbs and mumbled, “You’re fuckin mad.”

You gave a tear stained grin at him as you stretched, letting him paw at your tight stomach, “I haven’t heard this song since highschool. Sorry, I know you’re tired of it but it’s so pretty, y’know?”

Ghost watched you cling to him as you sang. You weren’t a professional but to him, you were quickly becoming his favorite radio. You massaged his hair over his mask while staring into his clear, stormy blue eyes. If the sun was out, you were confident the skies would be in his eyes like the world you always saw in them.

You stroked and traced every art piece on his tattooed forearm as you sang with the radio, “I know that they think I’ve come undone. But I’m in love, I wanna run run run away,” sweetly you spoke against his covered lips as your forehead pressed against his, “I’m leaving, are you coming with me?”

Without really thinking Ghost stroked your cheek shyly, afraid you’d shatter under his touch, and chuckled breathlessly, “If I knew you back then, I’m not too sure I’d be here.”

You hummed, “I’d rather fight with you than wait. I can take care of you here. And love you all you want.”

Ghost’s brow twitched as he quickly looked into your eyes, “you…what?”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “I love you, Ghost. You think some horny friend would say what I said just to say it? Really?”

He stayed silent while you turned the radio down and skipped to a new song. A soft string of acoustic cords softly rang through the truck. You spoke with a blank face and slowly pulled up the bottom of his mask after he nodded, “I’m not gonna force or beg for anything from you,Simon. But if we die tomorrow…I want you to know I always cared about you.”

Ghost’s heart felt like it was going to pop from the amount of emotions he was feeling all at once. An overwhelming mix of confusion, disbelief, hope, shock, and a desperation for you to stay like this. For both of you to stay just like this. There was no tomorrow. No death. And for once in his life, there was peace. Temporary peace. But peace.

The use of his real name rolling off your tongue almost made him feel like he’d been reborn again. A new man determined to protect than avenge. A weight was lifted off of his shoulders, now being replaced with the comforting warmth and weight of your body instead of the world.

He remained silent. You closed your eyes, “Have you ever been kissed?”

Ghost bit back a small smile, scared you’d be weirded out, “Have you?”

You chuckled, “No. Not by you.”

This time, he did let it slip. Your eyes widened and a sleepy looking grin filled his body with an intense heat, “You can smile. It’s beautiful.”

Simon’s hand cradled the back of your head while the other remained at your damp torso, “Not as beautiful as you.”

When you woke up, you squinted at the sunlight burning your face. You looked around, noticing the sandy planes around and ahead of you. You quickly looked over at the drivers side and shot up at the missing body.

“GHOST?!”

Just when you shouted, your door whipped open while a large skull faced man pulled you out, “I’m here, love. There’s a vehicle heading our way right now. Lets get ready for them.”

You furrowed your brow and looked around, relieved but breathless, “What…happened?”

Ghost stared through his binoculars in the truck’s trunk, “You fell asleep on me. Got a headache?”

Confusion contorted your features, not feeling even a tinge of pain, “Actually…I don’t…?”

Ghost nodded, “Good. I snuck some hangover medicine into you. Did you know you sleep with your mouth open?”

“WHAT?!”

“They’re here.”

His nonchalant statement was all you could think of as you sat by his side in the infirmary room. His blood on your face while your own stained his bicep.

[misteria247]

Imagine:

Rise Mikey wanting to know more about 12 Leo decides to start asking him questions. Questions that vary from his favorite color to his favorite food, etc. One day Rise Mikey is perched at the kitchen table, watching 12 Leo make tea and hot cocoa for Rise Mikey. As he's doing this Rise Mikey asks:

"Hey Lee? What's your most favorite thing in the world?"

And 12 Leo pauses in his task, looking thoughtful as he thinks about the answer he'll give before finally responding with:

"Well my family is definitely a favorite thing in the world for me.......but........I also like astronomy. Mainly the stars if I'm honest."

And Rise Mikey just nods accepting the answer before their drinks are done and they have their little relaxation time. As 12 Leo sips his tea out of his old mug that's on its last legs he's completely unaware of the orange turtle's stare.

It's about a few weeks later when Rise Mikey shows up in the dojo looking for 12 Leo. He finds him meditating near the big tree and goes up to him calling out his name. 12 Leo opens his eyes, questioning if something was wrong. Rise Mikey doesn't waste time sitting himself down in front of the older turtle and hands him this little wrapped package. 12 Leo gives it a curious look, only to have Rise Mikey encourage him to open it. With gentle hands 12 Leo opens it taking the paper off of it and pauses when he catches what's in it.

A mug, handmade and covered in stars and constellations.

12 Leo is stunned by it and he was about to question it when he pauses as he catches a glimpse of what the constellations form. Each pair of connected stars has a name attached to them, all hand signed by their owners.

The names being 12 Leo's brothers and Rise Mikey's own brothers including his own signature.

As 12 Leo stares at this gift cradling it with a feather light touch Rise Mikey decides to explain. He tells the older turtle that he'd noticed how his old tea mug looked like it wasn't going to last much longer and had decided to try and make him a new one. Hence why he asked the blue leader what his favorite thing was. When 12 Leo had mentioned the stars and his family Rise Mikey was struck with the idea to combine the two things to make the mug's decorations. He tells him how he went to his brothers and 12 Leo's brothers, asking for their signatures and explaining his plans for the gift. They all happily agree to help and give him what he asks for. Once he gets them he sets to work, putting all of his focus and effort into it. He has 12 Raph help him out with the finer details and the sculpting of the mug's shape when he needs it.

As he explains his process 12 Leo just listens, his heart incredibly full and his throat tight and his eyes burning because he's so touched by the gift and before he even thinks it through he's already pulling Rise Mikey into a hug, soft sniffling and all and thanks him over and over again for the gift and telling him that he loves it. Rise Mikey hugs him back tightly pleased that his gift made with a piece of all their brothers and the stars of the galaxy was so well loved and well received.

12 Leo uses that mug constantly afterwards.

[sibillascribbles08]

20 ^.^

Here have this at 10PM

Okay not married in this one but there's no way Jason wouldn't have learned about this kinda early on so it makes sense

Jason became shockingly familiar with “turtle” noises.

He couldn’t correctly call them turtle noises because he’d done his research. Turtles did make a variety of sounds, but for the most part the mutation—along with learning to speak human language—kept his boyfriend and his brothers from sounding like they would normally.

Not that they were completely without their strange sounds. Raph would frequently hiss when he was frightened. Leo made a bunch of strange chirps when he was annoyed—and thought no one was watching. And Mikey had a whole list of squeaks that he’d let out when he was excited or happy. 

Donnie had his own list of strange noises, though most of them Jason just chalked up to his brand of weirdness. Every single emotion seemed to have its own designated sound to go with it. Hisses, growls, squeaks, squawks, snorts, and everything in between. 

Jason got used to these noises. After eight months he’d gotten pretty good at deciphering them even. There goes the, “Donnie took a bite of something he doesn’t like” noise. That was the, “Donnie is straining himself to reach for a tool because he’s too lazy to get out of his chair” noise. And how could they ever forget the bizarre giggling sound that occurred when a new invention finally worked. 

After eight months, Jason assumed he’d heard it all.

But then…

He definitely didn’t do it on purpose. He left the lab to grab some snacks and some drinks and returned to see Donnie focusing on nothing but sliding two small bits of metal together. Jason approached from behind, watching for a bit before he leaned over to place the juice box on the desk.

The motion made Donnie jump, and as he did he squeaked.

Not a typical human gasp or shriek in the slightest. No. It had the same loud and drawn out noise as a windshield wiper on a dry windshield. 

Jason stared at him, eyes wide. 

“Jase, be more careful.” Donnie shook his head, acting casual like that insane noise hadn’t just left his throat. “These pieces are delicate.” 

Jason just kept staring, the sound looping in his memory as if to burn it into place. 

Donnie finally noticed his stare and lifted his goggles. “What?”

“Did you just make that noise?” 

He narrowed his eyes. “What noise?”

“That squeak, when I surprised you.”

“Scoff, like you haven’t heard me squeak a dozen times.” 

“Not like that!” Jason insisted. He put down his own drink and the bag of chips. Could he recreate the sound? He had to at least try. 

At least after eight months he knew how to make the softshell jump. 

Even easier to do when Donnie reached for the juice box. Jason lightly poked him under the shoulder right where his scales gave way to his plastron.

Donnie squeaked again. The same noise, though much shorter this time. 

“Oh my god,” Jason gasped.

“Will you knock it off!” Donnie swatted at his hand. “It’s not that strange.”

“You sound like a windshield wiper!”

“Rude, like humans don’t make their own weird noises.”

Jason would have argued that, only to get interrupted by a jab to the same spot. A high pitched squeak escaped his throat and he scrambled back before his boyfriend could try again.

“See? You sound like a dehydrated mouse.”

Jason glared. “What does that even mean?” 

Donnie smirked at him. “Tiny voice but with a hint of gravel.” 

He rolled his eyes and dared approach close enough to take his juice back. “Sorry for being curious when my boyfriend makes a sound I haven’t heard before.”

“You really haven’t?” Donnie tilted his head. “It’s not like I hide it.” 

“You tend to make a lot of other squeaky noises. Just what’s up with that one?”

“A remnant from my time as a turtle, I believe.” He lowered his goggles again and got back to work. “At least based on what little I could dig up. Turtle noises are not commonly recorded.” 

Jason sipped at his juice and finally plopped down in the other swivel chair. “So red sliders also chirp?”

“When they’re distressed, yes. Leo’s embarrassed of that one, but he never kicked the habit.” Donnie chuckled and then hunched over on his desk, his face inches from the metal he was working with. 

Jason scooted over, making sure he was loud about it this time before he lifted his legs and rested them on Donnie’s lap. The softshell didn’t push him off, so he stayed there and opened the bag of chips. 

Donnie held out a hand toward him. Jason extended the bag, letting his boyfriend dig out a few chips to munch on before resting it back on his lap and taking a few himself. 

“So, how much more of this do you have to work on?” 

“It will be less if you don’t interrupt me again.” Donnie stuck his tongue out as he attempted again to fit the metal together. 

“Fine, but when this is done we’re watching a movie.” 

Donnie chuckled. “Does the dragon crave cuddle time?”

“Watch it, I can kick you in the chin from here.” 

“Yes yes, movie after. Now let me work!”

Jason stopped talking, at least, but he crinkled the bag a lot when he reached in for some more chips and made sure to crunch on them extra loud. 

“Jase,” Donnie hissed. “Please.” 

“Fine,” he grumbled with his mouth full. He ate his chips quieter, thinking through the silence. 

Just what exactly would it take to get Donnie to make that hilarious noise again?

[sincerelyvinus]

extraordinary.

guitarist!xiao x gn reader

pt2

Loud screams were heard from outside the stadium. Fireworks went off as music was heard. A familiar guitar was heard by the one and only Alatus.

"HOLY SHIT [NAME]" your best friend screams while they profusely shook and hit you "God [bsf] relax.." they stops hitting you and stares at you for a moment "Relax? RELAX?! [NAME] I AM AT AN ALATUS CONCERT AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE CA-" They shout before they were interrupted by a voice and it was none other than-

"Hello Liyue! Did ya miss me?" Alatus with a tight turtle neck walks on stage with his famous red guitar. Your best friend now twice as excited than a moment is practically about to explode at any moment. The music starts then he strums his guitar to the beat. His electric guitar sent shivers own your spine, it was your first Alatus concert since your best friend was suppose to go with their partner but they had a family emergency before the concert, they couldn't just let front tickets go to waste.

Alatus starts walking around the stage and ironically he stops at your side of the stadium, seeing him up close you quickly understood why your best friend liked him so much. His teal highlights and amber eyes clash with the red guitar in a good way. Ironically too that you were probably the only person in that side of the stadium without a hair cut similar to his or have the iconic hightlight in your hair, it was that obvious that Alatus saw you from the stage even with the lights flashing infront of him. He gave you a smile making it more obvious that he was looking at you which your best friend notices. "[NAME] ALATUS JUST SMILED AT YOU WTF?!?!?!" they looked at you with jaws wide open.

A little fast forward to the last song of the night Alatus hasn't stepped on stage for 5 minutes before he quickly jogging onto stage "So sorry everyone almost fell asleep on my chair" he lightly giggles before everyone started screaming again as the music started again. He finally finishes the finale.

"Well after this fun night all things must come to an end. Wrap up and good night Liyue! I'll see you in a bit" he bows and waves before walking off. You and your best friend now exhausted get ready to leave, your best friend exits first since they had to meet up with their partner and you lived close to the stadium anyways.

You decided not to go home since the night was still felt pretty young at you haven't had some hot coco in a while. As soon as you walk in you heard a familiar song playing softly in the small cafe. You sat in the corner of the cafe near the big glass window, you check your phone while you drink your hot beverage, you noticed someone sat infront of you, they wore a hat and a mask like they were hiding from someone, you didn't really mind but then he spoke.

"So how was tonight's concert?" That familiar voice shook you, you wanted to scream but didn't want to draw attention for his own safety, your eyes just widen as you stare at him "Uh it was great really great but um why are you here? like you know alone?" he takes his mask off "Is it really that bad for artist to be out and about without bodyguards?" he sarcastically replies, you were still in awe that THE Alatus was right in front of you having a conversation with you, if your best friend was here they'd flip. "I'll guess that it was your first concert by the looks of it" he looks up to stare at you and giggles at your face still in awe by how crazy the situation is "Name?" he asks "just [name]" you respond before you take a sip of your coco "Xiao" you hum in confusion "Its my real name" you felt quite lucky in the moment knowing that you might be the only fan that knows his real name "this seems a bit forward but I recognized you" your eyes widen "Your friend Xiangling showed me a video of you playing the drums, I was quite impressed" you almost choke on your own spit since Xiangling promised that she wouldn't show that video to anyone "I was just wondering if you could practice with me sometimes" you hesitated since it has been a while since you've held drum sticks but you eventually accept it and you and Xiao chat a bit more before Xiao had to leave. "It was great chatting with you [name]" he pauses before he- "Wait! before I forget here's my number, try your best not to accidently leak it mkay?" he puts his mask back on before waving and leaving the cafe the moment he stepped out the door you sighed heavily.

"holy shit."

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[ masterlist ]

[toribookworm22]

And a return happy STS to you!

Okay! Pick 3-4 of your favorite characters you've ever made. They can be from current works, past works, one offs, whatever. Got them? Good! They are at the County Fair! This place has all your standard US attractions. Elephant Ears, Funnel Cake, a Ferris wheel, scary house/maze, etc. What is everyone doing until the BIG FIREWORK SHOW in the evening? For the sake of ease, all attractions are free (came with price of admission) and everyone has like 100 bucks to spend on food, drink, souvenirs, or whatever.

If you feel like there would be some date action, there is also a Tunnel of Love of course.

Get silly and fanfictiony with it!

Hey, love! Thanks for the ask!

My picks are:

Tomas, Rolyn, & Maybelle all from The Animatronic Saga. Ready?

I'm starting to think was a terrible idea.

Not many people could've convinced me to come here in the first place, what with the merriment and the noise and the people, but I have an annoyingly large soft spot for the boys that they are now willing to abuse.

Rolyn brushes his pinkie against mine, signal for: Can I grab your hand?

Yeah. Soft spot, all right.

I grip his palm in mine, maybe a little tighter than necessary. "You alright?"

"Fine." My voice has gone reedy.

We step forward in the little line to ride the Ferris Wheel. I risk a glance up at it. Nope. Still looks like a death trap up close. My fingers start tapping against the back of Rolyn's hand.

"Okay, tough guy." He draws the hands we're holding up and around my shoulder-- no, I'm not sure how-- and tugs me out of the line.

Tomas sidles up on my other side. "Not like we have to ride it, Maybelle."

"What?" I feel so small between them and not just because I'm so much shorter. "We can ride it if you want to. I don't mind."

Tomas grins, eyes glinting. "Nice try. This is your first fair and we're only doing what you want to do. So what's first?"

Turned away from the giant death wheel, I'm now face to face with the rest of the monstrosity fair. Overlapping sounds echo from the line of games to our left. There's a few other rides to our right. And dead ahead: "I'm hungry. You hungry?"

Rolyn finally releases my hand, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a neat fold of cash. "Let's go, party people!"

I get one of those too-big-to-hold pretzels and a slushie that tastes more like pure caffeine then a coke. Behind the stand is a ring of picnic tables. I snag the one not already sticky, laying down a few napkins so my pretzel won't spill out onto the wood when it enevitably slips from its paper sleeve.

The first bite isn't half bad. "You've gotta dip it in the cheese," Tomas says, holding out a little plastic container of.

Nose scrunching up, I hesitantly do. "Whatever that is, it's not cheese." I grimace but let it into my mouth and- "Adenrore, that is yummy."

"Told you," Tomas laughs, taking a sip of Rolyn's Sprite.

Rolyn steals it back with a squawk. "Hands off my drink, you gremlin!"

Tomas just turns to me, making Granby hands at my slushie. "What flavor d'you get?"

Shrugging, I slide him the cup. He takes a dip then smacks his lips. "What is that?"

"Was supposed to be coke."

"That is not coke."

Rolyn extends a hand. "Let me try." Takes a sip. "That could be coke."

"Blasphemy." Tomas snatches back my drink. Slurps some more. "Nope. I don't know what it is." Takes another sip.

"Oh my gosh, you have your coding own!"

They both start to laugh, taking bites out of their own snacks. About halfway through my pretzel, my anxiety finally starts fading out. And since there's no way I'm going to finish the whole thing...

"Who's up for some games?"

...

The ground slips away from our feet, the bench swaying a little in the warm wind. There's a giant turtle cushioned on my lap, Rolyn and Tomas’s held hands sitting on top of it. I take a deep breath.

"Yeah?"

I nod, eyes locked on the where the last bits of sunset are. "Yeah. I'm okay."

The boys each lean a little closer into me. "Proud of you, Maybelle."

We stop at the top for a moment. The sky goes dark and there, from the field, they start firing off the fireworks. I've seen several countries and another planet, visited Caverns and traveled through a night sky of stars.

But this is pretty coding beautiful.

[transk0vsky]

Help I’ve got a disease it’s called 03 Caleon brainrot….ive heard its brain worms…..

Leon had walked into the living he saw Casey sitting on the couch Leon looked over at Casey before he smiled softly and laid his head down on Casey’s lap “hi honey” leon cooed as he looked up at Casey. Casey smiled as well, he then took a sip of his coffee. “Morning hon sleep fine?.” Casey asked gently as he went to stroke Leon’s hair with his free hand

Leon nodded with the same smile but his eyes became puppy dog eyes as soon as he had seen the mug in Casey’s hand “yeah yeah I slept fine….can I have some of your coffee?” He asked in an innocent pleading tone. “Hm.” Casey paused for a moment. After several seconds he sighed, but then held the mug out to Leon. “Fine…only because I love ya. But just a sip! This coffee is mine.” Casey said pointing a stern finger though he wasn’t too overly serious on the matter. Leon sat up he looked at the mug and snatched it like a cat would bat at a cup on the counter, Leon took the mug and took a big gulp of it.

Casey watched as Leon took a big drink. He then frowned. “Oh…come on!” He tried to take the mug back but failed. Leon hand the mug back to Casey his expression looked like a smug cats…..Leon really was basically the embodiment of a cat in human form sometimes “I love youuuu”

Casey had a playful but fake annoyed look on his face. As he took the mug back as he smirked at Leon. “I love ya too…but stop drinking all my stuff. I don’t wanna have to stop at a damn grocery store.” Casey tried to act stern but dammit he was weak for that face. Leon shrugged as he laid his head down on Casey’s shoulder “you know you love it when I vulture off ya” Leon replied

Casey sighed, but it was a sound of endearment and not actual annoyance. He let out a small chuckle. “Yeah…yeah I guess so.” He patted Leon’s head he then gave Leon a kiss on the top of his head. “Besides you still owe me after you had to ditch date night to help out the turtles” Leon replied in a false annoyed tone

“Oh, c’mon!” Casey grinned. “You’re the one who wanted to go see a movie, and ya know I could never skip out on a crisis with the boys.” Leon rolled his eyes playfully “oh as if!….just let’s do something nice tonight with no turtle interference!”

Casey laughed it would be nice to have a night without the turtles and it didn’t take an idiot to see Leon was getting frustrated with their dates getting interrupted “Okay,, I promise. No turtle stuff! We’ve got the whole evening to ourselves.” He gave Leon a small kiss and smirked. Leon gave Casey a big smile as he reached his arms out and gave Casey a huge squeeze “And we’re listening to my music in the car tonight!” Leon quickly commented.

“Woah, woah. What do ya mean yers music?” Casey laughed. “We’ll listen to both mine and yers.” “Nope we’re gonna listen to fallen for the eighteenth time and then maybe some of your music” Leon responded as he leaned into Casey more. “Ugh.” Casey laughed. “It’s always, always Fallen with ya . I swear there isn’t another album ya even know.” “Ah yes mister plays toxicity on repeat” Leon replied playfully as he booped Casey’s nose.

Casey laughed and booped Leon’s nose in return. “Well yeah, it’s just one of those…perfect albums. I bet every song on it is perfect for ya too So just admit that I have good taste.” Casey replied back with a cocky grin. Leon booped Casey’s nose again in retaliation “I’m not saying it isn’t ya know I love my system and my nu metal just saying your a big hypocrite!”

Casey pretended to pout. “Maybe it’s a little hypocritical…Okay, it’s definitely hypocritical. But I still have good taste” “Whatever we’ll just listen to a mix since I love hearing that charming voice of yours sing along” Leon cooed as he went to lay his head on Casey’s chest still embracing him tightly.

As Leon laid his head on Casey’s chest, Casey hugged him back tightly. He started to rub Leon’s back and nuzzled him gently. “Oh you like hearing me sing? That so? Guess I’ll just have to serenade ya on our way to see the movie then.”

[wwtj-l556]

Hot spot fake rescue evidence is overwhelming

There is a monster when things go wrong. The "Master Guo", who has been vowing to make a fortune with his "comrades" and realize the freedom of wealth, poured cold water on the obsessed ant fans by declaring bankruptcy, and also rubbed the American judiciary hard. Brain cells gradually depleted of the plague turtle wisdom, thought that the use of this technique can both escape, get away with murder, but also can be a division of the famous disciples of the investment all swallowed, kill two birds with one stone a successful conclusion, can be seen plague turtle has been naive to think that cover their ears, you can rest assured to boldly steal the bell.

File for bankruptcy remodeling hundreds of millions of "negative" weng people set, the premise is really bankrupt, according to it, apparently Guo Wengui is not up to the standard. The treacherous "turtle son" has always been cunning rabbit three holes, will never put all the eggs in one basket, only from the hidden property a trick, can see that the money will be "broken up into pieces" to hide. Heaven is good reincarnation, God Rao who. After all, the plague turtle knows its sin is not a good death, at least also have to leave some coffin for themselves, will never waste a light. As we all know, GTV donation Guo Wengui made 1 billion dollars, chair money is not a cent back, and the rule of law fund, rule of law society and catch many investors, said good financial disclosure, eventually became a muddleheaded account. As long as the ants have a little IQ, don't think of their real money into the "bully brother" purse, on its geese have to pull hair temperament, also won't Bannon and others out of their pockets, natural reservations.

In yesterday's live broadcast, "Brother Cheat" vowed to build Liping coin and Xibi into the most stable, safest, fastest, lowest cost, and unalienable private wealth coinage right in the future in the world, leading all believers to achieve wealth freedom. Not only so, "chicken turn over" prospect is also getting better and better, yesterday live, the pest turtle wearing a unique "chicken turn over" red jacket, spit flying with goods. If the ants haven't forgotten, Plague Turtle claimed to be sending Hercules planes to the Ukraine rescue, and slapped his chest to give him whatever he wanted. How can such a rich country's "money" go bankrupt just because it is bankrupt? It is obviously another lie. In this way, the ant gang is really a cult. Some of the ants cooperated with the turtle to the extent that they were willing to do whatever they wanted. They even cried for money to help the "master" through the difficulties.

Russia and Ukraine war broke out, in the desperate Guo Wengui saw the Bodhisattva, with no heat does not dawg crazy began to perform. Guo Gang's legal fund for fame and prestige, said that it sent more than 30 people to Poland, the results of more than half a month has been staged false Ukraine rescue activities, all the promises have become a lie. The United Nations, Hercules, helicopters, buses, special planes, free meals and accommodation are all beautiful images conjured up by "Turtle Son", for the simple reason that it is to cheat donations. More let turtle son worry is the Long Island "three Standing Committee" is not to force, dog eat dog almost bad "bully elder brother" good, in the face of new China's federation of the most severe punishment is also "turtle" thing. Small cheater more LET A person can not help laughing, listen to the hot turtle lies, every day to eat and drink spicy, steak, salmon everything, then see who can in the "Guo master" there successful reimbursement? Other rescue teams are busy rescuing people every day with instant noodles and a sip of cold milk. And ant gangsters delicious good drink to enjoy not to say, there is a lot of time to invite favor sycophantic battle, put out the so-called rescue is just a prop to cheat money. And recently, Guo Wengui said in the live broadcast gang rescue team, in Ukraine saved 96 children, free to send them to Spain. Not to say is true or false, up to now the plague turtle has not explained the status quo of these children, if true, inevitably let a person suspect that they are involved in child trafficking, it is a crime.

God can still forgive the sin, the sin can not live. ESC has characterized GTV private equity as a financial fraud, that is ironical evidence, and the Gclub investigation is also in full swing. Such as boots landing, Guo Wengui hand hiding how many ants of instant noodles, also get to the bottom of it. Combing the bankruptcy application context of the plague turtle, the texture has been very clear, nothing more than to continue to play on the grounds of bankruptcy, wrote, directed and acted a "one-man show". Internet users as long as the network search Guo Wengui three words, is what kind of goods at a glance. So the turtle want to cut a wave of leek farce through the fake rescue, I'm afraid even if there is no audience on the stage, through the bad to learn 18 tricks have been exhausted, no card can play the turtle on the road.

[fictionalwh0ree]

cosmos- harry styles

summary: when harry comes home, he finds you drunk with a large cup and silly straw in hand.

word count: 731

warnings: drinking/alcohol

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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music resonated through your apartment, all of the kitchen lights on as the dark night sky failed to illuminate the area as it was during the day. harry was in the studio and had let you know he would only be back around 9:30, leaving you to prepare dinner alone.

you’d decided on making vodka pasta. you followed the recipe as you sang to the music. when it came to the step where you added the vodka, you did what you usually did, taking a shot after adding the correct amount to the sauce. you’d had this habit ever since the first time you made this pasta, but this time, something hit you.

i’m not a kid anymore, you thought as you eyed the empty shot glass and vodka sitting on the counter.

you poured yourself another one, downing it as quick as you’d poured it. you held off until the pasta was ready, putting some on your plate before covering the pot. as you ate, the vodka on the counter seemed to torment you from it’s place until you gave in, taking another shot, letting its bitter taste warm your throat. one turned into another, and another, and another, and before you knew it you were drunk. somehow, you managed to put your dish away without falling.

you went back to your seat and as you poured yourself another drink, you came up what drunk you thought was a marvellous idea. you rummaged the fridge and then the liquor cabinet for flavours you thought would work well together. you put a bunch of alcohol into a shaker with ice and shook it aggressively. in the process, however, you almost dropped everything on the floor, but you persevered, pouring it into a much larger cup than it needed and inserting a colourful straw. you looked at it, a proud smile on your face.

the time was 9:27 so you sat on the couch, patiently waiting for your boyfriends arrival. you’d turned the tv on, not even bothering to change the channel. you happily sipped on your drink until you heard the door rattle. in walked harry, a soft smile overcoming his face when he smiled.

“hey baby,” he greeted as he put his things down

“hi,” you answered lazily.

as he sat next to you and began to notice how your eyes drooped a little more than usual and how you still had a lazy smile painted across your face. the dead giveaway, though, was the half empty glass in your hand with the silly straw in it.

“are you drunk?” he laughed.

“a little,” you giggled, putting your free hand up and showing him.

“but you have to try this drink!” you slurred, sitting up straight and shoving the drink into his chest.

he took a sip, cringing once the alcohol had reached his throat.

"a cosmo," he uttered, his voice strained.

“i think you put too much vodka,” he said, his face contorted.

“really?” you asked, “i think it’s perfect.”

you took another sip, the cup now empty, but you kept sucking on the straw, it now making a loud sound. you stood up, almost losing your balance.

“i’m gonna go make another drink,” you told harry.

“i think you’ve had enough,” he said, standing up and taking your cup.

“buzzkill,” you muttered under your breath, earning a laugh from harry.

“did you have dinner?” he asked.

“yes. yours is on the stove,” you answered.

“well then, i think you should go to bed,” he said.

“i’m not tired. we could go to the bedroom together and...” you flirted, walking your fingers up his bicep.

“okay, you’ve definitely had enough for tonight. let’s go,” he said, before hoisting you over his shoulder and walking down the hall.

“harry, you’re moving too fast,” you whined, causing him to slow his pace down, now walking slower than a turtle.

once he’d finally reached the bedroom, he put you onto the bed and you immediately threw yourself onto it, splaying across it. your eyes were heavy now and you yawned. harry watched you before going towards the door.

“good night, love,” he smiled.

“good night, h. love you,” you said, your voice just loud enough to hear.

“i love you too, y/n,” he answered, shutting the lights off and closing the door.

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[moxfirefly]

So I’ve been working on this for a little while now after a comment @supershiny-raven left on one of my post. I present to you:

How the others find out you and the turtles are dating.

Raphael entered the Lair with you in his arms. His brothers stumbling by him, Leonardo actually tripping.

The gang had gone to drink at Vern’s fancy penthouse, a round of drinks had turned to four and before anybody had common sense he had broken out his fancy wine collection.

That had truly been everyone’s undoing.

Yours as well.

Raphael the tank had pretty much only gotten buzzed, even more so upon seeing your state he figured he needed to somehow get you and everyone else home safe and in one piece.

“Where do we dump Donnie?” April had one of his arms slung over her shoulder while Mikey had his other, they had quickly found out the purple banded terrapin was a fan of wine. “Whatever is flat and comfortable, you think you can manage him and Leo?” Raphael nudged his older brother who had dozed off while resting against the couch.

“Yeah yeah brah, we totally-“ He unceremoniously let his brother fall on the nearest cot, poor April taken along for the ride. “Shit, sorry girly”

Raph shook his head, you groaned stirring awake and tightening your hold on him. Raph was basically carrying you with one arm beneath your rear. Making his way towards his room he gently placed you on his bed and set about the task of removing your shoes. “Hey hey mister, I got a boyfriend” You squinted at the large terrapin at the end of the bed.

“Yeah I heard, lucky guy gets to put ya drunk ass to bed, where’s your makeup bag baby?” He got up when you half hazardously pointed at the dresser.

Pushing yourself up a little on your elbows you watched him gather your face creams and a pack of makeup wipes. He sat back down but next to you and motioned towards his lap. “C’mere, let’s get your face off” You giggled when he manhandled you onto his thigh and took out the wipes. Slowly and in the most excruciatingly loving way Raphael set out to wipe off your makeup. Each stroke removing foundation and eyeshadow, you mumbled something he somehow understood in your inebriated state. “Yeah yeah I got ya kid” With all the careful dexterity he developed over time, he gently removed your eyelashes.

“Somebody has been paying attention” You giggled, feeling the buzz in your body shift into grogginess. Raphael looked inside the bag, adding some cream to your face to hydrate it. He examined his work, a lazy smile as he caressed your face. It felt bizarre he could actually do this, touch a beautiful girl and do something so silly as help them out with their face routine. The two of you had been rather quiet about your relationship, enjoying it all to yourselves.

“Ya were the cutest drunk at that party” He ran his knuckles across your chin, You smiled sleepily lifting up enough to catch his lips in a languid kiss.

The door creaked open and there stood April, her own slightly drunk face breaking out into a sweet smile. The two pairs of eyes that landed on her read ‘get out’ and ‘keep your mouth shut’ slowly April backed up nodding with a giggle.

Then there was a ruckus of what Raphael only assumed was April tripping and Leo drunkly laughing his ass off.

____________

Michelangelo

Oh he was screwed.

So insanely screwed.

How could he misplace something he kept on his person so diligently?

Mikey turned over everything he could in his room, currently he had done just that with the mattress but to no avail.

His phone was missing.

His phone with that very scandalous polaroid you’d taken for him.

Mikey had nearly passed out when you gifted him the picture and to his delight he had stuck the polaroid on the back of his phone in its clear phone case. He kept his phone on him all the time, sure he’d have to be a little sneaky about placing it down but he could manage.

Now though? He was about to have a coronary.

Okay, currently in this disaster there was no trace of it. This meant he’d have to scavenge the living room.

Where his family was.

Mikey swallowed and scurried out with a silent prayer that it would there.

Raphael and Leonardo were currently watching a basketball game. They seemed pretty engrossed and perhaps wouldn’t notice that he was scouring the ends of the earth for his actual girlfriend’s literal boobs. He peaked aglance at the couch, his large brothers had to take up so much space to make it worse.

“What are you looking for?” Came Donnie’s voice from the kitchen. The orange banded turtle froze, he tried giving him a nonchalant shrug. “Just checking how I can give Raph a wedgie ya know” Donnie raised a brow ridge, mug of coffee to his lips.

“I double dare ya numbnuts, the Knicks are down ten points and I’m pissed” Raph grunted as the opposing team landed another shot and Leo sighed exasperated with the outcome. His eldest brother got up thankfully which allowed him to take a look at the that side of the sofa. To his dread but relief there wasn’t anything.

Where the fuck was his phone?!

“Hey snot face, can ya order a pizza?” Raph grumbled as the game seem to worsen, a pizza could fix up his mood. Mikey frozen, mouthing a series of ‘shit shit shit’ as he frantically looked around.

“Oh man that would fix this terrible game, can you order it with extra bacon too?” Leo went straight to the fridge to grab something to drink. “Order some cheesy sticks too will you?” Donnie asked as he poured himself another mug of coffee.

Yes all of this sounded wonderful and his stomach did grumble but

HIS GIRLFRIENDS BOOBS.

Raph had scooted further to grab his own soda from the coffee table and just as he did he saw his phone. Relief washed over him but to his immense dismay and terror, the back of his phone was facing up. Which means the clear case he had was displaying the infamous polaroid he had been gifted.

You had simply asked him one thing.

‘Please don’t let your brothers see my tits’

It all felt slow motion, his eyes going wide, his hand diving to the couch and just as he did, Raph’s quick reflexes kicked in unfortunately and he turned to grab his youngest brothers wrist. “Ya ain’t giving me a wedgie man!!”

Raph’s eyes followed Mikey’s hand and then his eyes bugged out.

“Why are there titties on the sofa?!” Raph made for the phone but only got a face full of pillow cushion. He snatched the phone before it could be grabbed by anybody else. The red banded brute grinned as his brother hugged the phone to his chest. “Advert your gaze you perv!” Mikey all but shrieked.

“I’m not the one walking around with a titty pic as my phone cover” Raph grinned, just to make matters worse Leo and Donnie had gathered.

“Mikey why are you walking around with a random porn pic on your phone cover” Came Donnie’s disapproving tone.

“It’s a polaroid” Was all Raph needed to say.

The silence that fell was brief, then a series of ‘ooh’s’ sounded off and Mikey all but frowned and felt his cheeks heat up.

“No way! That can’t be...” Leo was incredulous. The relationship between Mike and you had remained rather on the down low. It was fun, a little secret away from the world that could stay between the two of you.

“Mikey, are you and y/n a thing?” Donnie asked exactly what the rest wanted to know but Mikey dreaded to answer. He sighed dramatically and tucked his phone into his pocket, shooting Raph a glare as his green eyes followed the motion.

“Listen dudes she made me promise that nobody would see that picture and I’ve already broken that cardinal rule thanks to this jerk face” He frowned at Raph, who in turn rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe keep the picture in your wallet or your room?” Leo sipped his soda with a matter of fact tone.

“Or as a background on your phone cause honestly man” Donnie smiled to himself when Mikey shot him an incredulous look. “Why’d she give you that?” Raph inquired sneakily with a smirk.

“For our three month anniver- AH YOU DICK” Mikey huffed out as Raph began to laugh, it was so easy to trick Mikey when one played their cards right.

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Donatello

Investigating could take a toll on anybody, even if by all means you weren’t a detective it still didn’t mean you wouldn’t find yourself researching and investigating crime. It seems to be part of the job description when you befriend four giant crime fighting terrapins.

In away you could help, you did.

Everyone had huddled around the living room, the coffee table littered with pictures, clues and all sorts of pieces of evidence that could possibly lead to the culprit they were trying to catch. You had set down a stack of papers, eyes already screaming for a break. Leo and Casey were at the kitchen talking, Casey had just clocked out and was reporting back what the nights investigations had gathered. Raph and Mikey were checking out the pictures Casey had brought over and Donnie naturally was researching on a laptop he’d placed there.

You had nudged him to come over and join the huddle, and secretly you just wanted him close. The two of you were dating, quietly and unannounced, but in those first few stages of just wanting to be glued to one another it was a little difficult to do said glueing.

On a few occasions with prying eyes preoccupied with their investigating, you had reached over to rub his cheek, his sleepy eyes spoke greatly of how tired he felt. Donnie had been at this already for a while, you’d been there with him along the way.

With a stretch of his arms, Donnie yawned and rolled his neck. The clock on your phone read 3:45am, he was due for a nap at the very least. “Why don’t you lie down, I can keep helping out here” You reached over again and took off his glasses, he smiled tiredly but shook his head. “I’m fine, I can keep going” Despite his entire body language screaming otherwise, Donnie would always soldier on.

By the time another hour passed, people consumed enough Coffee to give themselves an additional pulse (and somebody committed the mistake of giving Mikey said coffee) the investigation had died down. A few walls were hit but a few leads had come from it as well. Everyone was ready to call it a night (or morning).

Casey yawned, twisting his neck to let out a few pops. “Okay who’s staying and who’s coming with me?” By the sounds of April softly snoring against an equally happily snoring Raph, it seemed she would stay. Casey had a few hours of sleep to catch on before heading for his next shift and you had to preoccupy yourself with the same before tackling a night shift at your job. Donnie’s tired eyes expressed how he wanted you to stay over but he knew work was closer to your place.

“I guess I’m carpooling with you” You told Casey, already grabbing your jacket and bag. A quick hug to Leo and Mikey, a bow to a recently awaken Splinter and you were next to Donnie.

He’d been sitting on the kitchen table, arms crossed and looking closer to being k.o’d.

It was the sleep deprivation honestly, on both your behalves.

Because you had spread your arms for a hug and so had he, but your face had met in the middle and before either of your foggy brains could comprehend what was happening you had smooched him.

On the lips.

For about a minute.

Minute and a half honestly.

You both froze, the awake members of the family staring with raised brows. Donnie furrowed his brows, lips pursed in a thin line, you still had your own in a kissing motion.

“Well at least we solved one mystery tonight” Spoke Mikey with a snicker, Leo nudged him.

Donnie sighed by shrugged. “Not exactly how I wanted to announce this so yup, I’m her boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend, please hold all inquires for a later time when I’m actually awake” He pulled you in again for a hug, and another kiss (greedy boy) and instructed Casey to deliver you home safely.

With a blush but albeit happy look on your face you waved everyone off.

___________

Leonardo

Keeping a relationship quiet had never proven to be so difficult. Truthfully it came easier when the circle of people surrounding you was bigger, but a close knit one? Everyone suddenly had the powers of observation up to God level.

But Leo’s ninja skills were God level too and you knew how to keep your trap shut and not sigh like a love struck teenager every second you saw him. So it had gone good, real good for a while. The thrill of maybe sharing an intimate kiss while others we’re around was a sensation you never expected to enjoy. When it was time to leave, Leo would ‘walk you’ home safely and by ‘miracle’ run into a few thugs on his way back.

Because there’s no reason a brisk ten minute walk to your apartment should turn into an hour and a half.

Raph wasn’t buying but cared little to stick his nose into it. Donnie was too busy to bother. Mikey had an idea but decided due to bro code not to voice it.

His father though?

Splinter knows what’s going on because well, he’s Splinter. You live long enough with four giant sons all with their unique personalities and traits, you pick up a thing or two about parenting pretty easily.

And Splinter is a phenomenal parent.

Both Father and Mother to his sons.

So naturally he’s irked that his eldest is sneaking out at odd hours and trying to conceal his return. Because Splinter feels that out of all four, Leo has always been the most open with him. Once Raph hit those pre-pubescent mood swings, Donnie began to teach himself all matter of subjects and Mikey was too busy trying to set a new record of heart attacks to give his father while skateboarding; Leo always remained the same.

Even with all the acolytes Leo has achieved in his ninjutsu training, he still had his hiccups and his father would never spare the opportunity to turn into a teaching moment.

So when Leo had kissed you passionately on his way out of your window, you still in nothing but the skin that he had dedicated a fair amount of time in kissing and bitting. He thought he was being slick, he thought he was going to ninja his way into the Lair, into the showers and straight to his bed.

What he didn’t account for was his father waiting up on him. A mug of hot tea on the kitchen table and hands clasps together in what Leo recognized all to well as ‘Dad Mode’.

He’d been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. His gear was half hazardously on, mask slipped down around his neck and for Christ sake he was holding a shoe. It was 6:30am and he smelled like a girl, a pretty girl no less. The jig was up, especially when his dad motioned for him to come forth and seat opposite him at the kitchen table.

“Dad I can ex-“ Splinter held up a finger and pushed the mug of tea towards his disheveled eldest son.

“My son, I am not angry” Which was truthful, he wasn’t, in fact he was ecstatic that Leo had found somebody, somebody good and somebody that loved him for he has. Long ago he had accepted the pain that his sons would not find suitable partners and the ache it would come with for them. But here was Leo, nervous and trying to adjust his clothing because he’d been with a woman, a woman he clearly loved.

“I like y/n, she is kind, thoughtful and caring to us” Splinter emphasized each trait with a tap of a long nail on the table. “She should be treated with respect, I hope I have instilled that teaching unto you, a lady is to be respected Leonardo” Leo nodded at his fathers words, he nodded and prayed that the underwear he had stuffed into his pockets wouldn’t magically transport on the table to further humiliate him.

“So please my son, do not lie to me, do not come home late in this state and not expect me to know what has transpired” Dad voice was on, coupled with the sympathetic eyes though, man Splinter was good at this shit.

Leo hung his head, clearly ashamed of his dishonorable doings. “Hai, sensei” Even as an adult being scolded by his father never stopped hurting.

“And please do tell her that there isn’t anything hide, she is welcomed in our home, I would not mind getting to know my future daughter in law a little bit more” Splinter enjoyed the way his son nearly choked on his tea.

“Perhaps I can tell her a few anecdotes of your growing up” He smiled when Leo looked at him with pleading eyes. “I believe I have a few embarrassing ones she will find most delightful” He stood up and placed a hand on his sons broad shoulder. “I’m sorry dad, sorry for sneaking around and not telling you” He was earnest in his words and Splinter bowed his head.

“I know, thank you Leonardo” He walked away, hands behind his back.

Leo sighed and pulled out his phone, shooting you a quick text.

-so my dad wants to formally meet you... as in introduce you as my girlfriend.

It felt nice to hit send on that message.

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

Their Eyes Are On Me

Welcome to me attempting to write Bungou Stray Dogs fanfiction, specifically some Port Mafia Chuuzai hate-flirting. Hope you all enjoy!

When Chuuya had first heard of the Port Mafia, he’d imagined them a well-oiled, brutal machine with each member the picture of deadly precision–that was part of why he’d fought against them so hard. Of course, this had held true for several of the members he’d met so far. Kouyou, the young woman that he’d been introduced to almost immediately upon joining, was certainly terrifying and professional. However, the same could not be said of the young man who had, for lack of a better word, manipulated him into joining: Osamu Dazai, the youngest Executive in Port Mafia history, and perhaps the most arrogant and insufferable person Chuuya had had the misfortune of meeting.

He’d hoped that it was just a bad first impression, but no. Dazai was simply the most awful excuse for a human being that Chuuya had had the misfortune of coming across, and that included every single person he’d interacted with throughout his turbulent childhood–if one could call losing all memories of their prior life and becoming a vessel for an ancient deity and then living on the streets in the slums of Yokohama a childhood. Even now, as the redhead slouches on a stool next to his new “partner”, Dazai exudes a slimy air of disinterest to the entire room of Port Mafia members as he knocks back his fourth glass of whiskey of the night. As he leans back against the bar, continuing to ignore Chuuya, Chuuya decides that he’s never accepting an invitation to go out with Dazai again, team building be damned. However, he does have one question. “Hey, bastard, are you even old enough to drink? I thought we were the same age, and I’m only fifteen.”

The brunet snorts, almost choking on the amber liquid in his glass before he sets the glass down on the polished wood of the bar. “Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya, you poor, simple boy. You think anyone is going to tell me no here?”

The condescension in his voice is yet another painful slice to Chuuya’s already stinging pride, and he resists the urge to push the other man off his stool. “That doesn’t answer my question, asshole.”

Dazai takes another sip of his drink, savoring the taste before answering, “We are the same age, yeah. Not that it really matters here.”

“Right, the youngest Executive ever.” He can’t keep the bitterness and sarcasm out of his tone. “They all worship the ground you walk on, right? So much genius, power, and charisma in one little body. How can you even stand it?”

“Aw, Charismatic? Genius? I’m flattered, tiny, but jealousy’s not a good look on you.” Dazai purrs, leaning towards Chuuya, who decides to restrain himself no longer, instead shoving the brunet off his seat and onto the floor. “I’d never be jealous of a slimeball like you, you ridiculous walking waste of bandages!”

Dazai looks stunned for a moment, but then he laughs, throwing his head back as the unnaturally loud sound draws the attention of everyone in the room. Chuuya finds himself shrinking under their gazes, withdrawing into his new coat and hat like a turtle into its shell, but Dazai just laughs harder, filling the awkward silence until everyone returns to their conversations. He hoists himself back up into his seat, the grin on his face leaning almost unhinged. The drinking does seem to be finally catching up with him, as his words slur slightly when he says, “Aw, why’s the hatrack so bashful now? Where did all that confidence go, hm?”

“I’m not bashful!” Dazai hums, entirely unconvinced, and Chuuya pushes aside the anger that boils up in him to continue. “I’m simply not used to so many eyes on me, that’s all.”

The Executive raises an eyebrow, reaching for his glass again. “Who was looking at you?”

“Everyone?” Chuuya knew the other man was stupid, but this was frankly ridiculous. “After I pushed you off the chair, idiot. Did you hit your head on the way down?”

“None of them were looking at you, pipsqueak.” Chuuya opens his mouth to argue, but Dazai puts a finger against the redhead’s lips, drawing an indignant squeak from him. “They were looking at me–it’s not every day I get knocked on my ass and just laugh about it. Still, you should get used to it. If you can’t handle eyes on you while you’re just being my arm candy, how will you keep up with their expectations as my partner?”

“Arm candy?!” That draws another inappropriately loud laugh out of Dazai, and Chuuya can feel his cheeks heating up. “I’m no one’s arm candy, you stupid piece of shit.”

“Hush, it’s a compliment. Not many people are pretty enough to be worthy of that title. Besides, I’ve always had a thing for redheads.” He hates that his face only gets redder, but not as much as he hates the sheer delight on Dazai’s face as he notices the redness of Chuuya’s cheeks and leans closer into the redhead’s space. “Aw, is Chuuya flustered?”

“No, I’m just embarrassed to be seen with your drunk ass.”

“Oh, you definitely are! How adorable. You know, you’re even prettier when you’re angry with me, Chuuuuuuuuuuya~” The alcohol on his breath as he purrs the last words into Chuuya’s ear is enough to make Chuuya gag, pushing Dazai away from him. “In your dreams, you fucking womanizer.”

“You like me!”

“Do not!” Dazai completely ignores the rising anger in his new partner, instead draping one arm heavily around his shoulder, and Chuuya curses the universe that the one person he’d happily use Upon the Tainted Sorrow on with not a single regret is the same person capable of negating his Ability. Still, this doesn’t stop him from voicing his anger. “I hate you.”

“No, you like me.” Before Chuuya can continue the argument, Dazai plays his dreaded trump card in a sing-song voice. “Be a good dog and tell me you like me~”

“I’m going to kill you.” The brunet pouts dramatically. “Don’t tease me like that, hatrack! Besides, that doesn’t sound like what I told you to do. Are you really going to break your word so easily?”

Dazai’s death will be incredibly slow and painful, Chuuya decides–the exact opposite of what he knows the Executive wants. However, a promise is a promise. He takes a deep breath, rushing out the words as quickly as possible. “I-like-you.”

“Hm? What was that?” Chuuya fantasizes about knocking that shit-eating grin off of Dazai’s face, but he knows that level of active aggression would probably get him executed. “I said I like you, you disgusting Mackeral! That’s what you asked!”

“That’s not my name.”

“You didn’t say I had to call you by your name, bastard!” 

“Well, now you do~”

“Dazai-san.” Dazai clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “So formal, Chuuya. Do you hear me calling you Nakahara-san? We’re going to be partners, after all.”

“And I’d prefer Nakahara-san!” Dazai just keeps looking at him expectantly in dead silence until Chuuya finally gives in. “Osamu.”

Dazai’s face lights up, and he ruffles the redhead’s hair, knocking off his hat in the process, much to Chuuya’s annoyance, before leaning back on his elbows against the bar. “What a good doggy! You and I are going to get along just fine, pretty boy.”

Chuuya vehemently disagrees but decides against arguing, instead getting off his stool to retrieve his hat. After all, his blood pressure can only take so much of these interactions, and he refuses to allow this arrogant piece of shit to send him to an early grave.

[poisoned-peppermint]

Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it

Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech

George: See also, esteemed bastards

Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids. 

Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws

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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors

Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum

Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same

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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)

Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods

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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons 

Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout

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Bad:You’re enough

Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.

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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work

Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone

Bad: wait for you to get back

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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish

Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep

Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall

Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.

Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.

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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out 

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Quackity: If I were dating you?  Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore

Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!

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Skeppy: Are you ok?

Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like

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Sam: My hands are cold

Ponk: *holds their hands*

Ponk: better?

Sam: My lips are cold too

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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?

Sapnap: of course *leaves*

George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.

Dream: yeah no shit

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Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.

Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you

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Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.

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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*

Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate

Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*

Skeppy: No!

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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know

Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!

Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?

Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!

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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you

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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)

Wilbur: that’s a turtle

Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it

Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended

Ranboo: No

Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer

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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Bad: Sex.

Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.

Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.

Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Ant: Food.

Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?

Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.

Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!

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Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?

Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.

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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

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Tommy: You’re pathetic!

Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!

Techno: You’re both losers.

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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Skeppy: Bad, please!

Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?

Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.

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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!

Bad: LANGUAGE!!

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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.

Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!

Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*

Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

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Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.

Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*

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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Puffy: Where did you get that?.

Bad: My pocket.

Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Bad: Skills.

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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.

Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.

~~~~~~~~

Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Quackity: Spiders?

Bad: Spiders it is then.

Quackity: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…

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Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.

Punz : Break her bed not her heart.

Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings. 

Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.

Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

~~~~~~~

Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Tommy: Bet you I can!

Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?

Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.

Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

~~~~~~~~

Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

~~~~~~~~

Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.

Pummel party Squad: …

Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

~~~~~~~~

Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

~~~~~~~

Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Phil:

Phil: Why are you eating dirt?

Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.

Tubbo: You don’t even know.

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!

Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!

Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.

Skeppy: WAIT NO!

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.

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Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.

Bad: Good, because I hate you

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Bad: Are you a painting?

Skeppy: What-?

Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-

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Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?

Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.

Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Tommy: I earned this, back off!

~~~~~~

Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-

George: Finally! You’re proposing!

Dream: How’d you know?

George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

George: I even picked it up once

~~~~~~~~

*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*

Bad: Aw. :(

Skeppy: You know what they say.

Bad: Please don’t-

Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Bad: Frick-

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let me know if ya’ll want more <3

[hallelujahmeatgod]

HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WHEN YOU PRANK THEM TELLING THEM YOU DON’T WANT TO SHARE A STRAW

+warning/s: There’s really none, just cursing is all.

+word count: 2227

+note: The characters are very random because they’re the first ones I had an idea for. I want to write for the other ones too, so please do tell me what you guys think about this one. 

KUROO

"What did you just say?" He asked, eyes wide from shock.

"I said, grab another straw if you want to take a sip of my drink. I don't want to share a straw." I said, as calmly as I can, immediately looking away from him. Because Lord knows I just want to laugh at his dumbfounded face right now.

He gave me a sarcastic laugh. A laugh that says "are you serious right now?"

I raised a brow at him acting like I don't have a clue as to why he's acting the way he is. 

And that was the last straw for him.

"So you literally shove your tongue down my throat and you wouldn't share a straw with me? What's that about?" He said angrily, looking at me with daggers in his eyes.

I laughed and instantly covered his mouth, looking around at the café. "Bitch, shut your mouth. I was just playing with you." I whisper-yelled, while trying to control my laughter.

He rolled his eyes and snatched away my drink. Muttering a "not funny" under his breath, as I continue laughing at him.

KIYOOMI

"Can I try yours?" Omi asked calmly.

I nodded, but before he could grab my drink I pulled it back a bit. "Oh-- can you not use my straw though?" I said as innocently as I can. 

He rolled his eyes at me then scoffed. I thought he's actually gonna get riled up, but that's until he said "Brave of you to assume that I'll share a straw with you."

I gave him a dumb look. What?

He raised his brows at me, a sly smirk making its way to his lips. "I'm literally afraid of all kinds of germs, and you are no exception." 

Did I really just forget that I'm in a relationship with a germaphobe?

"Whatever" I said, pouting.

I handed him a new straw but then he gave me a look of disgust. 

Can I be any more disgusting to this guy?

"Now you're trying to give me a plastic straw? You turtle murderer! Get that animosity away from me." He said, as he dramatically whipped a metal one from his bag. 

Just how many does he have in his bag?

"Now, repent from your sins and start using this babe." 

BOKUTO

"WHAT?!" His dramatic ass yelled.

"Sit your ass down, right now!" I ordered like a mom.

I pulled him back beside me on the couch as he looked at me sadly.

"What do you mean we can't share a straw? We kiss all the time though and we share more saliva doing that than just sharing a straw." He pouted. 

Which is so cute that I had to stop myself from just pinching his cheeks and hugging him.

"I just don't want to share a straw today, okay? Just get another one. I have some in one of the drawers in the kitchen." I said, scrolling through my phone so that it'll seem like it's not a big deal.

I kept on scrolling, but then I realized after a while that he's still beside me.

 When I looked at him, I KID YOU NOT, there's tears welling on his eyes threatening to fall. His lips even quivering as he tried holding back the tears.

I instantly held his face and pulled him close. "Oh my, Bo, what's wrong?"

When asked he became more emotional and the tears finally fell. "You wouldn't share a straw with me." He said, sobbing. So I pulled him into a hug.

"Bo, stop crying. I was literally just joking, no need to cry you big baby." I said, chuckling lightly as I ruffled his hair.

He instantly pulled away, looking at me expectantly. "Huh? You're not for real? I can use your straw? You're not disgusted?" He asked and I nodded, giving him a warm smile.

He jumped at me and gave me a bear hug. "I don't like that joke though" He said, pulling away enough so he could look at me.

"I'm sorry, Bo. I won't do it again."

"YAYYYYYY!" He exclaimed, as snot trickled down from his nose. This kid.

"Let's wipe that snot away first though before you come close to my straw, yeah?"

OIKAWA 

(Now this is about to turn into a soap opera. Everyone knows this dude is the queen of all drama queens)

"Tooru, baby, use another straw." I said, not even sparing him a glance. Eyes focused on the anime we’re watching.

No reply. No reaction. No movements for a solid moment.

Eventually, he sighed then stood up. I heard him shuffling around so I thought he's actually gonna grab a straw for himself. Y'know, be compliant for once?

But since we're talking about a professional drama queen here, that obviously isn't happening. Duh.

"28th of August, in the year of the Lord. It's a warm afternoon, an afternoon filled with sunlight. Everything's bright, sunny, and happy. But just as everything is fitting into place, everything turned dark '' He monologues, standing at my balcony.

Oh Lord, save me.

"It is on that one afternoon, that Oikawa Tooru's heart has been shattered into million little pieces. It's shattered so good that no glue, not even E6000 glue, can put it back together." He continued, fake crying. Looking back at me once in a while to see if I'm looking at his drama. Then just exaggerating even more, putting his all into it.

I rolled my eyes at him, completely done with him.

"I thought there was love. I thought we felt the same way, that we're on the same page. But I was greatly mistaken! Nothing's fine. I'm torn. I'm all out of faith and this is how I feel. I'm cold and I'm ashamed, not lying naked on the floor-- but I'll think about it. Illusions never change into something real--"

"DUMBASS JUST TAKE A FUCKING SIP. JUST SHUT UP"

And that's all that needs to be said. He darted towards me and easily drank half of my drink, cuddling next to me.

"Now is that hard? It isn't right?" He teased, which earned him a solid smack on the head.

ASAHI

"Grab another straw for you to use, Asahi" I called out to him as he stood up to get some more snacks after he announced that he wanted to try my drink.

"What did I do this time?" He asked quietly when he got back, dropping the snacks on the table.

"What do you mean? Did you do anything?" I asked him back.

He crouched down in front of me so we're at eye level. "You just told me to use another straw. So what did I do, woman?"

At this I immediately broke into a fit of laughter, which made him confused yet concerned. 

"You're scaring me right now babe."

"Ohhh~ Asahi, you really are too precious." 

"Are you being sarcastic right now? Is that you getting more angry at me for whatever reason? Wait! Are you actually angry at me? What did I do--"

"YO! Breathe." I clamped a hand on his mouth. "Who said I was angry?"

"Well you don't wanna share a straw so I'm assuming you hate me right now" He shrugged.

I ruffled his hair and lightly pinched his cheek. 

"I was just messing with you, so no need to be a panic mess." I reassured, caressing his face ever so softly.

His face instantly calmed as he leaned onto my hand. "Don't do that. You know I panic easily over the smallest things. I was about to have a heart attack." he pouted.

I kissed his cheek and offered him my drink, and he happily took a sip.

"Wait till Daichi hears this" I chuckled, earning a groan from him as he hid his face from me.

KAGEYAMA

I'm getting so impatient. 

Impatient for Kageyama to ask for a sip of my drink so I can mess with him.

Why wouldn't he just ask? He kept on eyeing it yet still wouldn't ask for a sip.

"You know, eyeing my drink like that wouldn't make you taste it. If you want a sip, get another straw." I said as if I don't care, when in reality I'm watching his every move and expression.

His eyes then diverted from the drink to me, raising a brow. What's he raising his brow for?

"Bold of you to assume I'd like any of that." He said lazily.

Me=Jaw dislocated.

I looked at him not knowing what to say. What does he mean? 

"Huh?" Was all my dumbass could muster.

"As if I'd drink that '' He said, sticking out his tongue in disgust. He took a sip from his milk and smiled, completely satisfied. "I'm all good with my milk, it makes my bones stronger. You can close your mouth now." 

"B-but you kept on eyeing it"

"Yeah I did. Cause I was asking myself how someone can even consider that a drink."

USHIJIMA

"Can I please have a small sip of your drink? That seems like a new flavor I have yet to try. So if you don't mind." Ushijima asked beside me, looking straight into my eyes as he did so.

Does he really have to be this serious and proper asking for a sip? 

I'll never understand how his robotic self works, but I still love it though. I actually find it cute, so it took a lot from me to not break character.

"Sure thing. Just get yourself a new straw." I said, pushing my drink towards him.

I can see he's quite surprised by that since he didn't just do it right away. He gave me a look but then again didn't really say anything. He stood up from our booth and went to get a new straw.

I almost facepalmed when he did so, but then again what was I expecting? That he'd go crazy over it? That he'd have a big reaction? This is Ushijima we're talking about. The only time you'll see a big reaction from him is when that kid Hinata goes head to head with him or when he sees Oikawa CAUSE WHY THE HECK DIDN'T YOU ATTEND SHIRATORIZAWA, DUMMY!

Ushijima is very simple and calm, so he doesn't make a fuss about things easily.

When he got back he just silently put his straw in and took a sip. "That's quite good but not as good as the one you always get." He said honestly. Typical Ushijima.

We were silent for a little bit. Usually I'd be talking his ears off by now with all the gossip I've found out. But I'm still a tiny bit down because of his lack of reaction.

"You're weird today" He said out of the blue.

"What?" I asked, choking a bit from my drink.

Lost. That's what I am. He doesn't really blurt out things like that. I mean, yeah, if he finds something weird, mostly if you're asking him about it he'll say it's weird. But he doesn't really just blurt it out the way he just did. 

"You never had problems sharing with me. You don't mind me biting into your food, drinking from your bottle, making me eat the ice cream when you only want the cone, yet you made me get a new straw. It's just new, I guess. That's why it's kind of weird."

He said calmly and I can tell that he's genuinely calm. Like he isn't trying to be calm or he's mad deep down. He's simply sharing his thoughts.

"So you did notice." I pouted. He looked at me and nodded for me to continue talking. "I was actually just doing this thing I saw on YouTube, telling your boyfriend you don't wanna share a straw."

"Oh" He nodded in understanding. "No wonder you're weird today. You'd never do that." He actually said in a very humorous tone, with a small smile on his face.

I beamed and sat closer to him, resting my head on his arm. "Sorry for that."

He shook his head and gave me head pats. "It's fine. And of course I'd notice, I prefer it when you share with me, it makes me feel closer to you. And you've always been sweet to me even though I can't do it well, so I instantly caught on to it."

"You're sweet in your own unique way, more than you realize, Ushi" I said, smiling at him. He returned the smile with an even bigger one. My heart is about to burst, it's not everyday I see this guy grin like this. This smile might be a small one to others but for me this is a whole ass beam!

"Can we share properly now?" He asked, very VERY cutely. It almost brought tears to my eyes. And when I say cutely I mean him just looking at me seriously. In conclusion whatever this giant does I find cute, okay? I'm whipped and I'll even write it on my forehead if I have to.

"By all means" 

[maddiwrites]

Secrets of the Shore (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Pogues x reader, eventually JJ x reader.

Summary: This is just my rewrite of the show Outer Banks with my own twist by adding another main character which also happens to be John B’s twin sister. 

Note: Hey guys! Thank you so much for the support of my last couple of fics. All your messages have been so kind and so sweet! I’ve made a rewrite of the show with a new character that eventually falls in love with her best friend. I’m gonna be posting a new chapter three times a week. Let me know what you guys think!

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: None

Chapter 2 

"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" John B tip toes across the middle of the roof as he sips out of the can of beer in his hand.

I lean to my right, pressing against JJ's shoulder as we sit on a construction slack used to hold construction workers as they work on the siding of the home. Scaffolding, I think it's called. I narrow my eyes at my brother, counting down the seconds until he falls.

"I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival," Pope jokes from the deck below us.

John B shrugs. He licks his finger and holds it up in the air as if he's feeling which way the wind is blowing. "Hm. Should I do it?"

"Yeah, jump." Pope holds up a power drill and points it at John B like it's a gun. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You'll shoot me?"

"Yep." Pope closes one eye and pretends to shoot it. "Pow!"

I roll my eyes and look forward again, letting the beer slip down my throat like a refreshing glass of water. The warm North Carolina air presses soothingly against my freshly tan skin and I bask in the sunlight. Its days like these that I like the most. Days where none of my best friends have work, we're drinking causally, and joking with one another. Even if it's on a construction site in the middle of Figure Eight. But the idea of getting caught just gives me an adrenaline rush.

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kie says as she walks out of the unfinished house.

"Of course. Why wouldn't they?" JJ says next to me with a shrug like it's not the craziest thing that a Kook would own.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess."

"I can't have cold towels."

Kie looks up at John B, shielding her eyes with the back of her hand. "Can you please not kill yourself?"

"Don't spill the beer. I'm not giving you another one," JJ says.

As if on cue, John B's foot slips. Luckily he catches himself, but his beer, however, drops to it's death on the deck below. As John B steadies himself I release the breath I didn't even know I was holding. I take another greedy gulp of my warm beer to steady the nerves in my chest.

"Whoa! Oh, shit," John B curses.

"Of course you did," JJ rolls his eyes playfully. "Smooth."

"A plus, really." I glare up at my brother, feeling his mischievous smirk right back at me.

"Dumbass," Kie mutters under her breath. She looks up at me as if waiting for me to say something, but I only giggle to myself. John B can be clumsy but he's not going to accidentally kill himself.

"Hey!" I hear another voice shout behind us towards the street and front of the house. A voice that doesn't belong to any of my friends or my brother.

"Hey, uh, security's here," Pope says.

Immediately knowing what that means, I jump to my feet with the help of JJ right after he slugs the rest of his beer. A delirious grin dances along my lips as I hop down to the main deck.

"Let's wrap it up!"

"Boys are early today."

"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll!"

My legs take off after my friends through the house. Adrenaline rushes through my veins and straight to my head like a power high. I can't even feel my legs as they jump over wooden slacks and construction tools. The high from running from the police is better than any drug JJ can get his hands on, even the good stuff.

"Gary is that you?" JJ plays along before accidentally running into him, making him slip on his feet before running the other way. I grab his wrist and pull him closer to me to catch up. "Gary, good to see you man!"

I laugh as my feet land on the freshly cut grass in the front yard. "You're asking for it."

"JJ!" The obese cop chases after us, recognizing my best friend's face instantly. I'm not surprised, not even a little bit. JJ had his fair share of run-ins with the law.

"They're going out front!" I hear another cop shout. I can barley hear through the wind rushing through my ears.

We run into a tall white painted fence that blocks us from our car, better known as the Twinkie. Hopping fences is something I've learned to become better at after doing it so many times. However, I can't say the same about Pope. He's always struggled.

I swing my legs over the fence and land with a small 'oomf.' I look over my shoulder for my slow-poke friend and see him falling over the fence, landing on his side. I laugh as I pick him up by the shoulders.

JJ is waiting for us, clapping his hands like a coach on the sidelines at a football game because his players aren't running fast enough. But there's a smile on his face. "Get up, Pope, fatso's coming!"

"Hey!" The guard shouts behind me. He's halfway up the other side of the fence, but he doesn't have the strength to pull himself over completely. "Come here you little pricks!"

I hear the familiar honk coming from the van John B and I learned to drive in. My brother and Kie are waiting for us in the front seats of the Volkswagen van that would look better in the 70s than the 2020's but I love it. It fits our friend group perfectly. Plus I'd choose this car over any fancy Mercedes Tourons usually drive. The only time I've ever been in one of them is when I snuck off with a golf player from Georgia after a boneyard party. It was luxurious of course, but nothing like the Twinkie.

"Bus is leaving!" John B says as we get closer.

"Come on!" Kie yells at us from the passenger seat, banging the flat of her palm against the door.

I dive through the back first, landing on my elbows and rolling over. Pope and JJ follow less than a second later.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Gary calls after us as John B steps on the gas.

JJ leans out of the sliding side door that's still wide open. I lay on my back watching him as I try to catch my breath. His smile is contagious. For a boy who's been through hell and back, he smiles a lot, and I love every second of it.

He holds out his beer can as if he's offering it to the cop who's still trying to catch us...if he can catch up to it. "Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise. Come on, Gary!"

"Wait. Slow down. Hey! You little pricks! Hey!"

"You're gonna give him a heart attack!" Kie tries to scold him but she can't fight the smile on her lips either as she watches from the side rearview mirror.

"You're so close! You can do it. There you go. They don't pay you enough bro."

"JJ, stop. Stop!" Kie says through her laughter.

I love Kie. She always tries to keep the peace between her friends and the world itself. Always the girl who raises money for charities that protect this Earth and save animals and solve world hunger. She's going to change the world someday. Her and Pope. Maybe if they can tolerate each other, they'll do it side by side.

JJ slumps back into the van with a toothy grin. He sits next to me and pulls me up so I'm sitting up straight. He dangles his arm around my shoulder and I lean further into his side. If I could choose one position to be in for the rest of my life it would be this one.

But I'd never admit that.

"Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished," JJ says.

I hum in response and lean back into the seat behind me and stare out the window. A view of passing vibrant green leaves takes over the window as John B drives. The scene comforts me. Summer is my favorite season. No school. Just work and friends and the Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth, some may call it.

It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island. We're currently driving through Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So, guess where we don't live.

As John B drives further South, the houses get smaller and smaller, feeling more like home. This is the South side. Or as we like to call it, the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living bussing tables, washing yachts, running charters. The natural habitat of...drumroll, please...the Pogues. That's us. Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish. Lowest members of the food chain.

I know... a little harsh, don't you think?

So, the downside of the Pogue life is we're ignored and neglected. But the upside of the Pogue life? We're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.

The second John B parks the car, the boys are gathering all their fishing gear and we set off to our next destination. The marina.

"Nice haul, dude. Look at that!" JJ teases my brother when he reels in what I think is the smallest fish I've ever seen. If it was orange, I would have thought it was my old pet goldfish from when I was six. "Been all bait for, like, three weeks."

John B pulls the fish off his hook and tosses it in JJ's direction. JJ flinches back, knocking into me and almost throwing me into the water below. That was probably my fault, though. I shouldn't be sitting on an open ledge, dangling my legs twenty feet above the water.

"Watch it, idiot!" I smack JJ upside the head after letting go of the death grip I had on his bicep when I was about to fall to my death. Well...I'd probably survive, but it would hurt like hell.

"It's not my fault you chose the most dangerous seat!" JJ retaliates.

Yeah, that's JJ. John B's best friend since the third grade, which subsequently makes him my best friend since the third grade too. He's about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Second best surfer I know. First being me of course. Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat.

"Yeah, Mar, you should really get down from there," Kie says, walking over to me to help me down. I decide not to put up a fight. If I'm going to break my leg, I'm gonna do it in a surfing accident or something cool, not by falling off the dock.

Kiara. Or Kie as we call her. When not saving turtles or listening to Bob Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us. I'm not really sure why though. She's a rich kid, actually. Her family owns the Wreck, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash down with the tourists and my current job. You know, I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us. But they like me enough to bring them money towards their restaurant. I bring in a lot of regulars. Advertising is kind of my thing. I'm pretty sure all my friends, even my brother, have a thing for her.

Kie hands me a water bottle and lays her legs across my lap. She lies down on the wooden bench and bathes in the sunlight the day still has to offer. Kie is my best friend. Best secret holder known to man, for the most part.

"I think she needs a leash," Pope adds, making me pass him a glare.

"The only thing useful about a leash is how I can strangle you with it," I say.

"Kinky," JJ says and winks at me. "That's my girl."

John B slaps JJ upside the back of his head.

I'm lucky my sunburnt skin is hiding the blush that creeps along my cheeks.

Pope glares at both JJ and I which only makes my growing smirk widen.

Pope...the brains of the operation...finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. And the smartest person I know. Little bit of a weirdo. His father's this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you. Now, I'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. He was a Pogue, just like the rest of us.

"Trust me, if a leash was that easy, I would have tried a long time ago," John B mutters with a hint of a smile.

John Booker Routledge. My insufferable twin brother. Pain in my ass. Number one partner in crime. I hate him but I love him. Pretty much like any sibling relationship. We live in an old fish shack on the marsh. The Chateau as my dad use to call it. My dad disappeared at sea nine months ago looking for a shipwreck. I mean seriously, who disappears at sea these days? I miss him a lot. He may have been a little neglectful, but he took care of us the best that he could. My mom, however? She split when I was three. Last I heard she was in Colorado. At least I think it was Colorado. Honestly who knows and who cares.

Since my dad vanished, my Uncle T is supposedly my legal guardian. At the moment, he's in Mississippi, building houses which means it's just me right now, on my own, hangin' out with my brother and my friends.

Three months after my dad went missing, he was officially presumed dead. John B is more of an optimist than I am. He refuses to sign the paper and until he sees a dead body, he's not giving up. I back John B's decision, but I'm more realistic about what happened to my dad. The ocean, although my favorite place to be, is also one of the scariest.

My dad is probably dead and I will never get the closure that I want. So I'm dealing with it the best way I can, although I'm pretty sure everyone is a little worried about me, especially Kie now that John B is starting to follow in my footsteps by exhibiting reckless behavior.

But I'm getting better now. Day by Day. At least I wasn't acting like I did when my dad first left us.

                                                     ~ ~ ~

I woke up with a slap to my ankle and my head buried deep into my pillow. I groan from the abrupt living alarm clock that's now pacing my room and throwing clothes from my closet at me. It only makes me squeeze my eyes tighter in hopes for at least five more minutes of sleep.

"Seriously, Mar, we need to go. We're late." John B rips my blanket off my body, leaving me exposed in just my pajama boxer shorts and a tank top. The sudden chill sends goosebumps up my arms and legs.

"Go without me." I push myself up on my elbows and grab the clothes he threw at me. I knew meeting the social worker alone wasn't an option. Even if one of us goes to this stupid meeting, it will prove to the social worker that we're not being responsible enough to keep DCS off our backs. As far as they know, Uncle T is still living with us and keeping us safe.

"You have five minutes." John B ignores me and leaves my room, slamming my door shut.

I roll my eyes and tumble out of my soft bed. I slip on my jeans shorts and a white t shirt that I tie in a knot to make it a crop top. Underneath it I have on my plain black bikini, knowing that I will be surfing the second we get home. The News has been reporting a storm for weeks that's suppose to hit tonight. Vicious waves and crazy winds sends a thrill through my body.

We arrive to the social worker's office only two minutes late. I thought that was a sign of responsibility, but the social worker only looks at us with distaste as we sit in the two chairs in front of her desk.

"John, Marleigh, it's come to our attention that you two are unemancipated minors living on your own." Her hair is pulled back into a tight low bun and her glasses are perched on the tip of her nose. Her suit looks way too tight for comfort, like it's squeezing the life out of her.

John B scoffs and leans back into his seat as if we have nothing to worry about, but I know his heart is beating just as wildly as mine. "No....no." The social worker raises one brow in suspicion and glances in my direction to either confirm or deny what John B is saying. John B sees this and answers for me. "No."

I just shrug as a response, which only makes the social worker more weary. She leans into her desk and folds her hands on top of our folders that are piled in the middle. "I need honesty to help you. That's what we want, right?"

"Yeah. I'm being honest."

"Okay, then when is the last time you spoke to your uncle?"

John B looks down at his watch and purses his lips. "Uh...thirty-four minutes ago."

"When's the last time you saw him?"

"Two hours and...forty-three minutes ago?"

I hold myself back from rolling my eyes. It's clear on the social worker's face that she's not buying into any of John B's lies.

She sighs and turns to look at me. "We're gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle. If he's not there, we're gonna move forward with foster care." Foster care. The words make me dig my nails into the wood of the arms of the chair I'm in. The last place I ever wanna be is in foster care. I want to stay here on the island with my brother and our friends. Not with some random family who couldn't care less about us in a place I'm not familiar with. "I want to assure you, we're gonna find you a safe and loving home."

She says it like she's offering us a better life, one that we would want, one that sounds like the better option but it isn't. I ignore the worried look John B sends my way and watch the seconds go by on the clock above the door. We basically have twenty-four hours to find Uncle T or someone to be pretend to be him.

                                                  ~ ~ ~

The winds begin picking up early in the afternoon, the rain hitting by 5. On my way home from working at the Wreck, I watch people board up the windows of their stores and homes. All John B and I can do is hope that our little shack won't blow away by morning.

Unfortunately for Pope, he's at our house when John B catches me leaving the house with my board. When he tells me to stop, I'm prepared to put up a fight. I've been looking forward to surfing in this storm all day - something I can use to push the DCS lady out of my head and the promise she made that sounded more like a threat.

"You think you were gonna go out without me?" John B smirks and leads the way to the beach.

Pope follows behind us like a lost puppy, basically talking to himself as he tries to convince us that this is a bad idea. We stop at the edge of the beach. It's almost impossible to see the ocean through the wind and the rain.

"Those aren't surfable waves, bro," Pope says, squinting through the rain that splatters our faces wet.

"Says who?" I say, passing him a devious smirk and make a run for it towards the ocean.

I paddle past the choppy waves, letting the water knock me around like a feather in the wind. When I see a decent looking wave to ride, I prop myself up on my feet and stand. I lean into my board. The warmth that's taken over my body outruns the cold water I fall into when the waves crash over me. My body tumbles under the water and my board bumps against me. I try to swim back up to the surface but the current is strong. I don't know where I am and I can't see under the water. My nose burns when water rushes up my nostrils. I squeeze my eyes tight and just swim upwards in hope of reaching air. Maybe this was a bad idea, but the thrill is still keeping me excited.

I finally reach the surface after what feels like years. John B and Pope's screams are dull against the whistling wind. I hop back on my board and give the two guys a thumbs up and a wicked smile. Pope looks like he's about ready to have a heart attack and John B breathes out a sigh of relief as he paddles closer to me.

"You alright?" He asks me.

"Fine," I yell against the wind.

John B nods. He looks like he's about to say something else, but something over my shoulder catches his attention. I turn myself around, intrigued at what's he's seeing other than the water, clouds, and a bunch of rain. Then I see it. A boat that barely looks afloat, so far out that it looks like a speck against the rain.

"We should probably go," I say. I don't want John B's mind to run to what might have happened to Dad out there. Maybe he was caught by a storm like this, maybe his boat went overboard and his body is out there floating with the fishes. I don't know. The last thing I need him to do right now is speculate. Even if the same thoughts are running through my head, John B thinks he's still alive. These thoughts will keep him up all night. He doesn't move, however. "John B let's go."

                                                  ~ ~ ~

JJ is already laying on the pull out bed in my living room when I get out of the shower. JJ crashes here most days of the week. He'd much rather be here than with his drunk abusive dad. Our friends don't know the extent of how shitty his relationship really is with his dad. But I do. I found out when I was thirteen. JJ snuck through my bedroom window after a tough night with his dad. His face and torso were covered in bruises. It took everything in me not to burst out in tears right then and there. But for some reason, he trusted me of all people with his biggest secret. I cleaned him up and let him sleep in my bed with me. Every once in a while we repeat the process. Sometimes he's not even hurt, he just shows up. And I let him in because I like having him there.

I fall onto the mattress next to him and prop my head up on my hand, leaning on my elbow. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling satisfied and bubbly when he moans in response.

"When did you get here?" I ask him.

"You were in the shower. Don't worry I didn't peak, but I was tempted," He says into his pillow.

I use the same hand I had woven in his hair and punch his shoulder playfully, making him fall on his back. His lips turn up in a grin.

I lay there for a second, looking up at the ceiling. My eyes feel heavy, the events of the day officially taking over my body. I peek an eye over at JJ who's watching me carefully as if I might break under his fingertips.

"What?" I grin to myself, thankful for the darkness so he couldn't see the blush on my cheeks. Again.

"You all right?" He asks, pushing my hair out of my face so he can look straight into my eyes.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

JJ hesitates, like he's trying to pick the right words to say. I watch him closely, studying every mark and crevice on his face. Beautiful and clear like always. Even when it's covered in bruises and blemishes, he's handsome. I could look at him all day.

"You hate storms," He says.

"I can sleep through anything," I tell him. "And I don't hate storms. They make for...eventful surfing days."

His face drops to a more serious one. "You know what I mean."

I do. Storms have never really frightened me. Not really. But ever since my dad disappeared nine months ago, I worried that he would get caught in a storm like this, that by morning there would be a knock on my door from an officer who would tell me that a dead body has washed up on shore and they ID'd him as my father. The image leaves me with nightmares on nights like tonight.

JJ's the only one who knows this.

I don't like talking about it. Like JJ, we have this in common. So instead of telling him I'm fine and him not believing me, I pull the blanket at the edge of the mattress over our bodies and tuck myself into his side, laying my head on his shoulder. A position so intimate for just us "friends." I hope he can't feel my heart pounding beneath my skin, against his side. I let my body soften against his, feeling sleep take over me. I fall into a dreamless sleep next to JJ, hoping that the storm will be gone by the time we wake up.