#somehow doesn't fit his bad boy image

[eldritch-spouse]

PINNIE I WANNA PUT BELO IN AN AMAZON POSITION, is that what it’s called,,,? I DUNNO DONT CARE I WANT THIS ANGEL BOY BENEATH ME—DOMINATE HIM AA!! Also it’s funny imaging a small human bending a large angel :}

[YOU'RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE OOOOOHHH-💨 Fem reader. You are not Admin in this.]

TW: Reader is slightly pushy at first but it's entirely consensual.

" I want to try something different. " You muse out loud.

" ... My Lady? "

Sex with Belo is great.

Upon first meeting the angel, you had one or two assumptions in your head that you thought held true. That angels are asexual, incapable of carnal desire. You thought he'd chastise you for expressing attraction to him, that he wouldn't make for a pleasing bedmate anyway.

You couldn't have been more wrong. Belo is none of those things.

In fact, the signs were there from the start. Belo had been struggling with containing his own desires for a torturous amount of time. You simply didn't want to interpret reality for what it was. Didn't want to believe that lingering touches meant more than just a different perception of personal boundaries, that his longing staring wasn't just a tendency of angels to be vigilant... Even as he confessed to finding you the most gorgeous lesser there is, you didn't believe that attraction could hold within itself the selfishness of lust.

Obviously, you know much better by now.

You know Belo craves to please you at any capacity he can, that your approval and ecstasy in bed is something he always seems to put before his own. And you love the sensation of his body atop yours, his sheer size, his warmth, the trembling need barely contained in his limbs when he sinks into you and that unforgettable softness experienced when your hands roam around his furred figure. It's bliss from beginning to end, your own little Eden provided by the angel that somehow proclaimed you his savior.

And yet...

Sometimes, it feels repetitive.

Like Belo is somewhat scared of doing something you would consider inadequate, so he sticks tightly to what he knows. Especially positions and gestures you have initiated in the past. You initially understood this as a sign of Belo's timidity and slight apprehension regarding such intimacies, but as time passes, you're fairly certain he himself is longing to try different things.

And you've been plagued with a certain mental image for a while.

So why not try your hand at it?

The power stares expectantly at your seated form on the couch by the doorway, having previously been in the kitchen, busying himself with chores you didn't assign or request of him- As usual. He dons on his front one of your aprons, the cloth looking ridiculously tiny on him, covered with stains you assume belong to sauces.

He's always wearing that black tight suit, it almost makes you feel bad for preferring to put on loose-fitting and comfortable clothes in your own home.

" I want to try something different, Belo. " You repeat.

There's a humorous pause wherein the angel tries to calculate what you might be talking about, your poker face and neutral tone betraying absolutely nothing. His eyes widen, and the non-human straightens immediately.

" Yes, of course my Lady! I've been looking at those uhm... " Belo gesticulates oddly, searching for words he doesn't necessarily understand. " Those digital cookbooks you have, and I spotted this very good-looking dish- "

Oh. Oh the poor thing.

He thinks you're talking about dinner.

The laugh that erupts from your throat is hearty and genuine, startling your devoted celestial into ashamed silence. Maybe he assumes you're mocking him for trying to use your social media bookmarks to cook. It's a genuinely sweet and loving effort from Belo, one of very many, provided he doesn't require nourishment in the form of actual food like you. You don't want him to feel self-conscious about something so considerate.

Rising from the comforting cushions, you approach the taller monster with a dubious little grin on your lips, hands dipping behind the apron to tug the long open collar of his outfit forward, down, your eyes meeting his two naturally engorged ones. The angel's tilted eyes have always been a touch too intense, but you know that's in his kind's nature, especially since he told you his specific cast specializes in combat and protection. Still, it's ever easy to get lost in those pools.

" I said something new. "

This time, there can be no type of misunderstanding. Even if Belo had the thickest skull in all of existence, the way your lids bat coyly and your head cants leaves zero to the imagination. An index flirts idly with neat clumps of fur as his chest begins fluffing in tension. He has no saliva to swallow down, but you wouldn't blame him if he gulped at this moment.

" Ah- I... I see. "

With a gentler smile, you undo the apron's knot, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Belo's face, hearing him coo a noise out, before carefully removing the garment in a way that causes the least discomfort possible to his smaller pair of wings.

" Did you leave anything on in the kitchen? "

" No, my Lady. "

He doesn't quite know what to do with himself, hands previously twitching by his sides now holding each other at his front, before he decides the pose isn't appropriate and holds them at his back instead, straightening- As if you needed another reminder of how he towers over humans. Three eyes bounce everywhere in the room, avoiding you as he always does when nervous, yet occasionally fleetingly checking for some type of approval in your gaze.

Cruelly, you allow him to remain in that riled up stasis for a few precious moments, standing on the tips of your toes to further crowd him.

" Good. Leave dinner to me tonight. "

When you take that lightly furred pale hand in yours, Belo follows obediently after you like a lost puppy.

" Undress. " You begin as soon as you're inside the bedroom, not even bothered to look the angel's way as you start arranging the sheets and pillows.

You're going to put him in a position that might be a little stressful for a being with wings, so there's a lot of caution to be exercised here. You figure support for his lower back and neck should help. After all, he takes similar measures with you regularly.

The sound of something soft hitting the floor has you finally looking back, faced with your angel now bare, flexing his wings gently. You've always wondered how he doesn't struggle with taking off clothes given his large wings, you'd certainly consider it a chore, just as many demons hate sweaters that get caught on their horns.

Belo presents himself to you, standing straight and spanning his wings a certain distance -Careful not to hit the walls- And spreading his legs the slightest amount in spite of his ever present slight nervousness. You've always liked that little tuft of fur above his slit, the way it feels against your fingers when he neglects to trim it for a while.

" My beautiful angel. " You praise. " Come, undress me. "

And really, if there was one request you could make of the all-powerful beings Belo so frequently raves about, it would be the ability to see the way his furious flush spreads from his face to his already fur-covered neck.

Supremely gentle and dexterous fingers work at your clothes with the same reverence he continues to extend your way no matter how much time passes. You'll never get used to this level of sweetness, this worship, Belo touches you like with a love so profound you can swear you somehow feel it in the tips of his digits. Even in his moments of seemingly greedy pursuit of gratification, Belo doesn't seem to know how to be anything except devoted. Maybe it's because he's angelic, but you can say for certain that you've never been treated this nicely, and you've never longed for anyone's embrace as much as you long for his.

The power doesn't let his fingers roam too much when he follows your command, intent on getting things done dutifully as opposed to demonstrating lack of self-control. His eyes however, swirling windows to the soul of a celestial, reveal everything he refuses to voice or act on out of respect for you. Belo's pupils dilate immensely as soon as your bare breasts are exposed, his digits acquire a slight tremble as he makes to fold your top and set it down on the drawer, until you playfully bat it out of his hand. Belo sinks to his knees in front of you, and the view is so paradoxical -A holy creature kneeling to its gods' mistake- That you nearly burst out cackling. Instead, all that leaves your mouth is a silent gasp when he catches the hem of your sweatpants and drags it down, hooking over your panties as well. The trip down is slow, measured, and you know it's not an intentional tease but you still shimmy to have it fall faster, catching a twitch in his largest eye, while the one beneath it has fixed itself on your naked pussy.

When his task is completed, Belo remains kneeling obediently, palms flat on his thighs.

" Thank you. " You purr. " Sit on the bed. "

He does, albeit on the very edge, quickly correcting himself when you make a "further" motion.

Seeing the way Belo's eyes widen as you move to almost straddle him is as intoxicating as it was the first time. You remember the luxurious roll of your hips over his own, recall his fingers twitching as he tried to grab onto you without bruising frail human skin. Delightful and memorable.

" Lay, my sweet. "

Ever the glutton for obedience, it's not long before the angel is on his back, and you immediately take the opportunity to flatten your palms to his furred chest, fingers threading between that familiar softness like second nature. Your head soon joins, nuzzling yet careful to avoid the extra eye stationed there. You trail a path of lazy kisses upwards, tracing the edges of his built-in halo you can reach and dragging your teeth across the root of his left pair of head wings.

The response is instantaneous and intense, this sudden cooing moan hopelessly erupting from Belo's throat before he seems to pale even further in shame and muffles the noise. Tsk, it seems he'll never learn to sing freely, no matter how many times you reassure the power that his angelic vocalizations are half the fun. Those smaller wings twitch and flap, the ones on his back fanning out humorously.

" You're adorable. " It's said in a mocking tone, followed by laughter as the angel fails to suppress more noises when you offer the remaining wing equal attention.

You love that he's already matting his own fur in slick by the time you reach down to part it and play with his pretty pink slit. It's engorged, his length already brushing against the fingertips that brazenly dip inside. With a gasp, the power spreads his legs slightly and tenses. You can feel his effort to keep still.

As soon as you begin crawling back to settle your head between snowy legs, he gathers enough wit to start babbling the same old drivel.

" M- My Lady, you need not- "

" I don't need to, I want to. "

Belo looks at you like he doesn't quite get the point. And frankly, some concepts seem to have been drilled so hard into his mind that you worry he will never understand other views of the world.

" You want to please me, right? " You start, kissing at his sheath until the very tip of him shows itself.

" More than anything. " The male pants.

" Then you should know that pleasing you pleases me. "

And with that, you take what's available of his rosy length in your mouth, coaxing the rest of him out almost impatiently.

Belo's choked groan of surprise has you smiling around him, amused by the impulsive horse buck of his legs before he garbles and apology and tries to melt back onto the sheets, poorly. He won't hold your head. Not from lack of desire, but that ever-persistent sense of inferiority, fisting his hands on the fabric beneath him instead. When one of his arms does rise, all he does is shakily pet your hair, inhaling sharply at the swipe of your tongue across his head, before dropping it again.

" Lady... "

He moans pitifully, a delicious sound coming from a creature so supposedly holy.

As much as you'd enjoy keeping him between your lips, your goal this time is much more fun, so you pop off him lazily. There's a moment where he twitches and his fur bristles in what anyone can guess is instinctual irritation, but Belo doesn't say a peep.

Seeing his eyes bulge when you grab Belo's thighs and start bending them up is hilarious enough that you giggle openly.

" What- What are we doing, my Lady? "

" Relax, I promise you'll like it. " Or at least you assume he will, what with his desire to always be below yourself. " Now please, hold your legs up for me. "

The title would get repetitive if you didn't enjoy it so much.

The angel does, grabbing the back of his knees and sliding his legs back with the help of your guidance, until they're basically glued to his chest. He's fit, you're not surprised he can easily hold that position. In fact, you get to see the exact moment it clicks in his bird brain, the nature of the position he's in. His cock bobs aimlessly and his wings move almost as if to cover his figure sides in shame. And, admittedly, the view has all sorts of chills taking hold of your limbs, your own womanhood singing.

" My Lady, this is so... So...! "

Eyes roll slowly at his stuttering, though you relish the tremor of his pupils when you move to hover over him, as if your much smaller body could ever constitute as a minimal threat to his.

" Filthy? Lewd? Scandalous? " You kiss directly beneath his eyes. " Yes, just how I like you, my debauched dove. "

With a soft command for him to hold still, you rearrange the pillows beneath his body properly and take a moment to figure your own position correctly. After all, as much as you've thought about doing this before, you never actually got to make that wish come true, so it'll take a bit of experimentation.

Belo continues to be mildly confused. " No- No offense, Lady, but are you sure this is correct? "

You scoot to line Belo's member up with your entrance, rubbing him against you to spread the angel's arousal and facilitate things. He shudders in anticipation, the lowermost eye on his face already rolling in pleasure.

" Why wouldn't it be? "

He's not given a chance to respond before you gradually sink onto his girth, causing such a reaction that he nearly releases his legs before holding them ever tighter.

" Gghn-!! O-Oh... "

Sparing him the smallest mercy, you're slow to rock yourself on him, letting the first shock of heat flow through him before you're flush to his pelvis. It's a wonderful position, he's hitting you deeper than usual already, ripping a soft mewl out of you as your cunt clenches greedily around the intrusion.

" See? " You huff, slightly out of breath when you experimentally bounce a little on him. Belo whines long and low, unsure what else he can do to ground himself. " It works just fine. "

The first few rocks are entirely random as you try to quickly work out a rhythm and motion that works well enough, settling for straightening up and grabbing Belo's ankles for support, careful not to twist the tiny feathers there. Finally, you're able to get into it properly, a sickly delight on your face as you watch Belo's figure shift beneath your thrusts.

Is this... What you look like to him? Not a bad sight at all.

Belo's eyes, previously closing at the first taste of rapture your walls brought him, widen like the dinner plates at the notion that he's being well and truly fucked by his human. There's a pause where it looks as if his mind has truly been fried, one eye fixed on your face, another on the sway of your tits, and the other memorizing the way your pussy swallows him.

You won't lie, the rush of dominance, of having something so much more than human willingly present themself for you, allowing a tiny human to ride them into submission- It has you beside yourself with want, and your smirk crashes into a pleasured "oh" as you join Belo in his stunned marveling.

You'll be doing this a lot more often, for sure.

" Hhn- Oh lords please- I- " Belo melts and shivers, his chest fluffing itself further and his wings twitching sporadically. " Humans have- Developed such odd mating customs... "

He's talking like he isn't throbbing madly inside you right now.

" Mhm, you need to catch up on a lot of stuff, pretty boy. "

Though of course, you'll be personally helping with that.

When your mind starts blanking in bliss and your body gives its first warning signs of an approaching peak, you look down at Belo, whose head has tossed onto the pillow supporting his neck and whose wings fan out in a tense crescendo of pleasure. His legs and feet spasm periodically and he moans the wetter his fur becomes with your slick.

Another reason you like his fur is the surprising amount of friction and texture it can offer your clit when you're intimate. It's the soft brush of a feather almost, but enough to bring you closer to orgasm all that quicker! Honestly, the only downside to Belo's incredibly soft fur is that vacuuming is a little more frequent and pesky.

In moments, you're bending to be flush to his body, batting Belo's hands away so you can hold his legs back yourself. It's an even more intense angle, making you feel even more powerful as you hold the angel down and piston his cock into you as hard as you physically can, sweating and panting in exertion.

You're sure you must look downright beastly right now, but all Belo does is whine and mewl, still gazing at you as if you were the most entrancing thing to ever exist, a wonder of the universe above him. The power gathers enough motor coherence to brush strands of hair out of your face, tucking them behind your ear, before his arms flop uselessly at his sides once more, fingers curling in delight.

All those lavender eyes begin to roll, his hips rising off the bed yet smacked back down viciously by the weight of your body thrusting him down, in the midst of his mindless crooning noises, Belo utters your name like a plea for mercy and wraps his arms around your back, your breasts sliding on his chest and his legs reflexively fighting your grip so he can presumably wrap them around your smaller figure too.

He's a vision of the sweetest dream like this.

" Gods please don't stop- Please please- I'm sorry I can't- " The angel cries, tears beading in the corner of his three eyes, absolutely helpless and hopeless beneath you.

All of it comes together to send you well over the edge, throwing you into a climax so shockingly strong that you fuck yourself on him one last leg-shaking time before tensing and crying out to the ceiling. He follows instantly, having been holding himself for a while. You relish the sensation of Belo's cum shooting deep into your hole, only to have no choice except to drip back down and stain him, slip between his legs and yours in grossly warm globs.

Seconds of you two catching your breath silently and fondly pass, until you slowly release Belo's legs and rub his thighs in gratitude. He seems content to remain holding you, though avoids your gaze now that the post-orgasm clarity has him bashful again.

" Thank you for humoring me. " You sigh against his neck.

His wings close over the two of you gently. " Always, my love. "

[caseylicious]

Hello again! Hope that you’re having a great day! If it’s alright with you, can I request another rise!donnie x gn!reader where Donnie is such a simp for reader?

Like Leo would tease him about it but he would deny it because of his “bad boy” image. But then reader enters the lair and Donnie is just 💜w💜.

Thank you!!!

Simp.

Summary: Donnie being a simp (more of swooning) for the reader.

Character: Donnie.

Reader: GENDER NEUTRAL

Relationship: CRUSH

Warnings: Leo and Donnie having this whole on sibling moment, but that doesn't affect the silly teasing that'll happen-

Words: 3312

Tags: @ath3nasc4f3 , @anxietyishere

A/N: My dear, there is no problem with requesting another time! Your requests place a smile on my face. I'm in love yet so hesitant with this one- because I don't want it to be to remind anybody of 2012!Donnie being whole on OBSESSED for April. With some serious thought, This is Part 2 of the Mad Scientist!Reader piece. (Read for context)

The story may be a bit wack... but im trying so hard to juice my brain for plot. (currently in writer's block.) As well of trying to follow the basic idea of your request, but overall I like this piece a lot! A few things first! I see Leo and Donnie as TWIN BROTHERS. There's just a lot that heavily implies it in my opinion! and I just imagined that one scene from Aladdin with him just swooning for Jasmine. You get me? Yeah.

I love your ideas. Come around again < 3

As always! Please, Enjoy 💐

[ If you have any constructive criticism or corrections for any of my English do let me know! :) ]

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 💐

Waving the brothers goodbye from your introduction, you began climbing up the manhole with April. To your surprise, you've gotten along quite well with each one of them. Even with your "normal switch" off. You've noticed in your time with them that each one of them were different in their own way. Leo was cheery while funny person. Raph was a strong sharp, yet loveable and empathetic. Mikey was one of the loudest people you've met. And Donnie... Before you could continue with your analysis of the whole day you had. April spoke, "Well.. whatcha think man?" You thought for a second on what to say. "I need more context to that question O'Neil." She chuckled, "Of the whole meet and greet! You seemed to get along with most of them."

"Hmm.. I'd say it was a success." April's groan echoed through the sewer hole. "That means I liked them all; your friends." You assumed April grinned and was pleased, because you heard a pitter patter on the bar below you. That would've been the end of the conversation before April opened her mouth once more. "How about Donnie?" You suddenly stopped moving forwards. Which made April bump onto your calf. "What about Donatello?" She snickered. "Pfft- Opinion on Don? There's no way you'd forget him man."

A second of silence passed before you finally answered, "Well.. he's okay." An audible gasp could be heard. "What do you mean okay?! You talked about so much with him!" You looked away from the bar in front of you as she kept ranting. You enjoyed the turtle's presence, you truly did. He seemed to understand everything you were talking about. And it was one rare moment in your life where you kept up a conversation which you found interesting. However you somehow "knew" that he'd leave you like everybody else.

The foreign memory which you've tried to suppress began to play. How you ate all by yourself, which led to you staying in the abandoned science lab for most of your lunch. How you've practiced normal conversation in the mirror. Researching popular trends which you've tried copying to the point of creating an image of somebody you just weren't. It just all didn't click with you. For some reason, you just couldn't fit in with the crowd of your school. And it became the reason for the bad reputation you had.

Personally, you wouldn't blame him for leaving. Eventually he'd see how you were.. "weird." But... good always lifts from the bad. Would it be really a bad thing for him to notice you being "weird?' Hypothetically, if you tried hard enough to "fit in," you wouldn't have had a great time with the turtle. Ideas which you've suppressed wouldn't have been unleashed. And you would still be complaining about society being awful and needing a fix. A grin made itself onto you for a moment before you felt your head hit a flat surface. Adjusting your focus, you have found the manhole cover on top of you. You began to lift the object, moving it to the side. Hearing the metal fall, you then climbed onto the ground. Reaching a hand inside for April who was still ranting on how you and Donnie got along so well. "You understand though- Right, Y/N?" You blinked for a couple seconds before patting her back. "Yes. I agree completely. Let's put a pin on this discussion and come back to it. How about it?" She agreed walking down the street with you. Before the both of you separated due to her route being in a different location. Watching as April ran off, you sighed in relief.

You made your way back home, unable to stop thinking about that encounter you had. That special conversation which made you open up. Where you felt normal. But that's silly, right? Out of every logical and fictional existing thing in this universe, a turtle seemed to comprehend anything of what you said. Who was this "Donatello?"

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 💐

💜 Donnie

Brzzt. Brzzrt. Brzzrt-

A hard slam landed on the device. It was around 6 in the morning and two tired eyes opened. The tired figure slowly sat up, stretching from side to side. A robotic yet humanoid voice spoke, "It's too early to wake up dad.." A chuckle could be heard. "Shelldon, you understand we have work to do. Acquire yourself some coffee and I'll get some bolts ready for you." As odd as that sounds, the purple drone swirled in a circle before exiting the room. It has been about exactly 4 months and 27 days since your introduction.

In those 4 months you both had been interacting with one another nonstop. Mainly on electronic email and/or text. It contained random ideas and topics which you both enjoyed immensely. He couldn't help but feel a genuine boost of optimism seeing your username and email. Especially on random facetime calls the two of you had. How you showed off your school AP textbooks to Donnie, and how Donnie showed off his battle shells explaining each function. And the best part? You listened and seemed to be genuinely interested in his work. It was strange, but he liked it. a lot.

Before he chose to finally get up, he waited for the hot coffee. Which arrived in the matter of seconds. Taking a sip, he let out a sigh of relief. "Ahh.. That's good." He whispered. The soft-shelled turtle walked over to his desk. Inspecting the blueprints in front of him, his eyes noticed a doodle in the corner of the sheet. Donnie groaned, while a smirk quickly formed. It was probably his younger brother Mikey. He was always one to enjoy doodling on his brother's stuff with or without permission. "Did Mikey touch my work?- I swear... alright, let's see what on earth he drew this time-" What Donnie saw made him shut up. Which was rare for somebody who seemed to love explaining everything he knew and believed in. But what did the young turtle see? No, it wasn't anything inappropriate. And no, it wasn't anything hateful. It was something quite far from any of those things...

It was your name traced over in the blue paper. With what seemed to be hearts surrounding it- and was that a cloud? Whatever the doodle was, he was speechless. Silence filled the room before suddenly he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. "Yo D what are you do-" Donnie quickly grabbed his screwdriver. "EAT LASERS INTRUDER!!-" His brother quickly raised his hands above his face, "Hey-! Chill- it's me Leo!" The purple turtle stared at his twin brother for a couple seconds. Before his face became red, flicking his forehead. Leo quickly whined in pain holding his forehead with one hand. "Scoff! Learn to knock next time brother. What are you even doing up this early?" Leo chuckled poking Donnie's plastron with his finger. "I should be asking you that... but you're always up early. So I won't ask!-" Donnie quickly wore his bandana, glaring a little at Leo. "That doesn't answer my question Nardo'."

"Woahh! Chill, chill. I just got up to the sound of Shelldon making coffee... anddd.. because we're-" For a few seconds, Donnie really hoped Leo had a different reason. "Please, don't say it."

"Because we're twin brothers Donnie~" His drawn-on brows furrowed together. "That isn't a proper reason." A grin formed on his brother's face, "Oh, but it is now! Anyways back to me." He paused. "What's that you're working on?" Donnie should've rejected Leo, he knew clearly it was a trap for some sort of teasing. However could he resist to explain one of his creations? No, he could not. "Well- if you insist. I'm working on a suitcase which can hide weaponry such as my staff. So next time we ever choose to go out in disguise, I won't be held back for a couple minutes for silly reasons such as "illegal weaponry" and-" Leo quickly snatched the blueprint out of his hand, "Hey!-" He browsed the paper for a couple seconds before aggressively pointing at the corner of the paper. "And thinking about Y/N! There's no way!!-"

His eyes widened- "Leo, could you at least lower down your voice!" Donnie watched as his brother giggled for a few minutes on the sight. He tried remembering when or why he chose to write your name multiple times on his own piece of work. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. There was no collection of him daydreaming about you. As the laughter died down, his brother spoke. "So- what is this? You got a crush on them or something? Lord-"His cheeks flared up, blinking aggressively down to the floor. "Man! This is almost as bad as you and Atomic Lass! Ha! You and Y/N??" Expecting a snarky comeback, he was responded with only silence. Donnie glanced down. Looking away from Leo with shame, genuinely unsure on what to say or do.

Leo frowned, gently placing his hand on his shoulder letting him sit. "Uhm.. You don't gotta talk about it if you don't want to. I know how you are with stuff like this. My bad." He didn't respond, tension filled the room. "Errm..Want me to leave?" Donnie opened his mouth, but closed it. Trying to find the words. Leo waited for him to figure out what he wanted to say. "..N- no. It's fine, don't leave... I'm sorry just.." He took a quick sip of his coffee. "I don't really know if I do. Is i-.. is it okay to feel like this? I've never felt like this and-" He paused, not knowing what to say. "Well, yeah. It's okay to feel like this man! I'll listen if you really want to talk about them." Donnie blinked a couple times, staring at Leo in disbelief. He hasn't had a "heart-to-heart" moment like this with him in a long time. For obvious reasons. He slowly grinned with a nod.

"Well... Y/N- where do I begin. Oh okay.." Leo pulled out a stool, sitting on top of it. Donnie closed his eyes imagining one of the special calls he had with you. "Well, their hair. It's this color that just looks so nice in the dark and light. They have these eyes that just shine like gems found in the deepest caves of the world- and wow their voice. Their voice is a whole conducted symphony Leo..." His brother nodded his head, listening in. Surprisingly not making a comment. "Uh huh- and? What else? That can't be it." He placed his hands on his cheeks, trying to remember one of his favorite voice calls. "We like so many things- Our interests just match! It's as if the constellations aligned perfectly in one part of the world. They just know so much that I know- which is just so mesmerizing..." A short but long 'hmmm.' came out of Leo.

Donnie watched as his brother placed his own hand on his chin. "Well? What is it Nardo?' Leo empathized with his twin brother, mainly on how he spoke about you. He spoke as if you were a holy deity, a treasure, maybe even a blessing! He just seemed to understand how Donnie felt. Even if he wasn't a touchy feely sort of person. "You really like Y/N that much, huh?" Donnie nodded, covering the lower half of his face with his hand. "Well honestly, expect me to tease ya." Before Donnie could scold him, Leo spoke again. "But go for it. Nobody is stopping you from being with them. And I'll be cheering from afar."

Donnie hummed, glancing back at Leo. "..That's actually some smart advice Nardo... Thank you, brother." Leo smirked. "Getting soft on me Don?"

"Don't ruin it."

"Yeah, yeah- You're welcome! Chill!"

----------------

Bzzrt. Bzzrt. Bzzrt-

Your hand quickly grabbed the wire clippers, cutting the wire which was attached to the device. Opening one eye, you glanced to what you have cut. The purple wire. Your eye twitched realizing which wire your hand instinctively chose to cut, which frankly saved your life. again. "Ughh.. What genius am I, if I keep cutting that wire?"

Quickly, you got out of bed, slipping your slippers on. Making your way to your closet, the calendar on the wall of your room was marked. In bold red letters, "HANG OUT. 11:00 AM." That's right! You and your newly made friends made plans to hang out together. Excited as you were. You specifically were excited to share your ideas with one particular person of the group. Donnie.

Mentally you had to slap yourself. It was irritating how he always seemed to be on your mind. Just because he chose to listen to your thoughts? Please. It was almost humiliating how just of one person, you'd be this distracted. You suspected it was because how isolated you were. How you were the 'outsider.' Maybe because he seemed to know about titanium and uranium. Or maybe because he genuinely wanted to become your friend. Your hand reaching for a pen, making a repetitive clicking sound. "Pascal Triangle, prepare yourself to be solved."

You were a fan of mathematics. It being one of your favorite subjects in school. April knowing this information, usually asked you for answers. In which you've always responded, "Giving you the answers isn't going to help your education O'Neil!" "Urgh-! I hate it when you're right Y/N." The thought made you grin, until you looked back down to your paper. None of the pentagons had answers in them. "Wh- what? I thought I was answering these..." Needing reassurance, you flipped through all of the pages in your packet. Expectedly you answered them all. To the questions which required the most simplest distributive property, to having to identify graphs. You didn't seem to second-guess yourself, so you were confident in your work of elimination.

Just.. why now didn't you know what to write? You weren't one to be seriously invested in your grades. Surprising? Yes, however you more focused on whether you knew how to perform the work. Were grades going to help you in the long-run of your "world-domination?" No. They would not, but the Pascal Triangle really shouldn't be this confusing. You didn't want to admit it, but you needed another pair of eyes on this question. Well let's do the simple process of elimination with the friends, or more specifically acquaintances you've made.

April? No offense to the poor girl, but could you really get answers out of somebody who asks you for them? Pass.

Mikey doesn't even know what on earth the Pascal Triangle is. Poor him.

Raph and Leo would give you a detailed look of confusion. Calling over...

Donnie.

Out of everyone on the list, Donnie was the most logical choice. It was obvious he would understand what on earth this was. A groan escaped from your lips. "Can't believe I have to ask him for help on this problem. C'mon Y/N.. you're a mathematical genius! Why can't I solve a simple pattern?" You didn't even notice it, but you woke up at ten o'clock. Due to this one question and overthink, you've wasted another thirty minutes. Leaving you now with... "Oh- SHOOT!" As you launched yourself out of your rollie-chair to change...

Running down the alleyways of New York, you were advised by April to remember the specific manhole which led you down to their quarters. What did the manhole look like again-? You inspected each manhole you passed.

Too Large. Too Small. That isn't the right color. That's a whole pizza dropped on the ground.

Eventually you found the manhole, attempting to lift the metal plate as discreetly as you could. Placing it back as you made your way down. You learned from the last time you visited that it was quite dark. So you turned on the flashlight on your phone, stepping through the puddles, your name echoed throughout the sewer halls.

Finally, what felt like walking in the same direction for so long, you made it to the lair. Nothing seemed to change from your last visit, the graffiti was the same, there doesn't seem to be any new furniture, and.. Splinter seemed to be watching the same commercial like yesterday. Mikey was the first to notice your arrival and waved to you like a kid who just ate a batch of Halloween candy. It was adorable, platonically of course. He ran up to you, a visible grin on his face, "Y/N! You made it!!" You smirked, moving a hair strand behind your ear. "Well of course I made it. I couldn't miss out on a hang-out with you and your brothers."

While Mikey kept speaking with you, you could feel a gaze upon yourself. It wasn't necessarily bad, but it was.. sort of strange. You were the outcast, the 'weirdo' of the school. Who on earth would be staring at you?

.

.

.

Donnie, obviously. He was leaning against a wall, standing near the edge of the skate ramp. A small smile growing as he observed your very movement. You just were able to speak in a way that could make his heart flutter. Donnie suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, jumping in surprise. Realizing who it was, his sharpie-brows furrowed together. "L- leo! Do not creep up on me like that." Leo cackled, noticing that you've arrived. "Checking out Y/N? Gotta say Don, not your sort of thing to do." It was quite obvious for Donnie that his twin brother, wasn't going to ever let this go. An unnerving feeling, he didn't like it. "Aren't you going to talk with 'em? Y'know, make your move?" Donnie frowned unapprovingly, "I wouldn't use that saying, but yes. I was going to talk to them..." His twin brother only stared at him, waiting for the second half of the sentence. Soon realizing, that was it.

"Well! If you are then get down there." Leo moved behind Donnie. He became suspicious immediately, "Nardo- what do you plan on do- ING-!!" He was suddenly pushed down the skate ramp, now rolling towards you like a wrecking ball. Immediately jumping into action, his battle shells' metal claws grabbed hold of the floor. Throwing him back into the air, to land on his two feet. As he was about to glare and scold Leo, you spoke. "Oh my God! Donnie that was- so impressive! Was that apart of your shell?"

To the sight of his shell acting like a sixth sense, your curiosity blasted off from there. Did Leo know you'd react like this? ... Maybe. Donnie wasn't the only brother with smart ideas. They're twins after all. Donnie only blushed, as you began to circle him. In a respectful distance, "What coding did you use for them to do that! Oh my- look at this! Are these compartments for items?" After a few seconds of silence, Donnie coughed, collecting himself. "I- indeed! Well, specifically, more of an Object-Orientated type of programming." The two of you didn't even notice as Mikey left, letting you both infodump. "Really? That sounds like absolute hell! You have to teach me how to code something like that... Oh right! I need some help for this math assignment. Know about the Pascal Triangle?"

Donnie chuckled, "Do I know the Pascal Triangle? Y/N, who do you think you're asking? They're the training wheels to the most amateur of equations." Suddenly he watched as your eyes lighted up. A grin filled with relief and joy. Something that felt so amazing to experience in person, "I completely agree! Mind if we go into your lab? It'd be better to discuss there." He nodded his head as you ran off. A lovesick grin visible on his face. Wow you were... just perfect.

"Ha! Lover Boy-!!" "NARDO."

[flwersgarden]

Hello! I was thinking if you would like to do a yandere elvis x reader where the reader is really desired and love by everyone? Like she is kind of like Aphrodite where everyone justs want to be with her or be her. Please do this when you have the time and energy and when you can! If you do not want to do this, you don't have to♡ I love you, take care of yourself, stay hydrated, eat all your meals, and sleep well. I love you again, darling♡

note: ah all of you are so cute <3 this request is so awesome! and thank you so much for the last part, truly, it made me feel so happy. ilysm♡ (it also got me out of my writer block i need to smooch you!!!)

one thing elvis always knew about you is that you were too good to be true.

the first thing people notice about you is your beauty, you probably don't fit on those stupid standards — because you are the standard. everyone wants to be you or to be with you. girls try to copy your gracious moves, your cheerful laughter, your doe eyes and your adorable smile. boys wanted to kiss those pinkish lips, to hold those soft hands and to smell your perfume in their pillows after a night.

and elvis wasn't the exception. but what made the difference from those people to him is that he really loves you.

he loves your imperfections, how you sometimes get so angry you feel like breaking something in half or when you throw a tantrum and someone (anyone) tries to comfort you. and he doesn't care about that.

you want to break something? break his heart.

you want to scream at someone? scream at him.

you want to be a brat? be his brat.

be his everything.

“ goodbye! ”

your cheerful voice woke elvis from his daydreaming state.

both of you were walking on a park and this was the fiftieth time you rejected someone, he swears.

“ don'cha get tired of so many proposals? ” elvis says with a tint of sarcasm.

you laugh in response, taking some hair out of your face. “ yeah. but... what can i do? ”

you can tell me it annoys you and i will solve it. — that's what elvis tries to say before getting interrupted again. now, it's a girl dragging her brother who seemed too shy to talk to you. elvis rolls his eyes.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

elvis' career skyrocketed after the louisiana hayride. and he loved it.

not only could he buy his mama a pink cadillac. but he could buy you anything you wanted.

now that he was this big thing, one of the things the colonel advised him not to do was to be seen with a girl as it was bad for showbusiness. elvis had to do some... convincing.

“ colonel, if i'm seen with these girl, i promise ya', my sales will never be more higher. ”

“ boy, no girl has ever do that. ”

“ yet. ”

and after showing the colonel one of the many photos he took of you (in secret), his manager accepted. sensing this to be a clever market strategy from the rising rock star.

just like you were the living image of aphrodite, he was the living image of apollo. such an amazing soldier fighting for what he wants. and what he wants, is you.

so imagine how big his victory smile is as he grabs a newspaper, you and him laughing inside a store; you holding some candy while elvis carries some bags from different stores, with the headline saying:

ELVIS PRESLEY IN LOVE?

oh yes. you could say that.

what elvis didn't anticipated was for you to get calls from different record companies, movie companies, modeling agencies, you name it! everyone wanted you!

not only were you elvis presley's girlfriend (as the press suspects) but you were absolutely beautiful with a sparkling aura surrounding you.

and elvis wasn't pleased with this.

“ doll, they getting you because you're known for being my girl. ”

“ so what? a job is a job! ” you jokingly said, turning around to face yourself on the mirror; clearly missing elvis' stern gaze behind you.

“ besides. ”

elvis clears his throat, sitting on your bed, your pillows comforting him somehow.

“ it's not like that's real. they just don't know we are the bestest of friends. ” you exclaimed with enthusiasm at your plan taking place. elvis wasn't that enthusiastic.

but there's where his best ideas born.

“ but what if they find out? can't they sue you? ”

at the word 'sue' leaving his mouth, you stop applying lipstick, looking at him worried.

“ what? can they do that? ”

now. elvis could just laugh it off and tell you that wasn't possible, that he was joking.

where's the fun in that, though?

“ yeah, obviously. ” he sighs, standing up while shaking his head in a disapproval manner, grabbing your face with his hands. “ this is why we should stick together. i don't care if you want to pose naked, i'll be there, my love. but we should really care about... laws in business. ”

you surprisingly believe every word he says, your eyes full of fear of getting sued by some famous company.

“ you're right. ” you shake your head with a laugh, turning around to hug him. “ oh, elvis. you saved me. ” you laugh, closing your eyes into the hug clearly missing elvis' wicked smile.

“ that's why i'm here for, aren't i? ”

️from there, it was easier for elvis to convince you to stay close to him.

“ they saw you with me, they may be overpriced or something, i should go with you to tell them it's not right. ”

“ no, you see, if we wear matching clothes, they might think we're family. they might leave you alone. ”

“ in Graceland i could truly protect you, no one could touch you there. not even fans. ”

“ don't mind what the colonel said, doll, i am NOT obsessed. that's ridiculous. it's being obsessed being worried about your goddamn well being? well in that case, maybe i am! ”

it was better not to doubt elvis intention it's what you came to realize.

he is the star, after all.

���️ ️️️️️️️️️

your real downfall was when elvis had to be in Germany.

you cried and cried and cried and cried.

“ i promise ya' doll, if i knew it would come to this i wouldn't have done that-. ”

“ no. ” you shook your head, your head in his lap as he brushed your hair off your teary face. “ you showed how no one is gonna bring you down. i'm proud of you. ” you lifted your head to look at him, your hands innocently in his thighs.

god, even while crying you still look like a goddess. so unfair.

“ i just-... i will miss you. what am i gonna do without my best friend. ” you muttered the last part to yourself. elvis' heart cracked a bit at the word 'best friend', thought by now he would evolve to 'boyfriend'.

“ i'm really sorry, doll. ”

you just kissed his cheek and hugged him, your hand in his stomach, your cheek pressed to his chest with a pout in your eyes. the both of you looking at the fireplace.

Gladys' sobs could still be heard from her room.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

when elvis got shipped to Germany, everything went from bad to worse.

after gladys' died, you stayed at Graceland; at elvis request, to manage it. to be it's homewife in some way.

vernon was a fun company, he knew what elvis stories to tell you so you wouldn't miss him that much. he would even show you some pictures from the family album.

but you couldn't help to still miss him.

you've grown so attached to him these last months, you couldn't think of how to do all of those mundane things without him.

it's not even that you just didn't want to. you really couldn't.

was it the cereal he chose, the green one or the blue one?

was the napkins he bought from these company... or these one?

or is it these one?

“ miss, do you need anything? ”

you turn to see an employer, looking at you with a soft smile until you turned, his eyebrows raised and his eyes started to shine. you return the smile, already used to people doing that expression.

“ no, thank you. ”

you turned around again, taking a random cereal and leaving it on the cart before moving. you weren't really on the mood to deal with boys that want your number. you just wanted elvis, for God's sake. was it really a bad thing to perform what he wanted? was it really bad for him to go against the colonel? why dancing is a forbidden fruit now?

you could feel the tears growing in your eyes, your bottom pink lip trembling as you walk faster to the register.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

you also realized you couldn't even go to the street alone without elvis by your side.

everyone tried to engage in a long conversation, in the middle of the street, with sun rays beaming in your face. if the heat wasn't enough for you to get upset, their annoying faces were.

“ aw come on-. ”

“ no, i'm really sorry but i have to go. ” you tried to say as quickly as you could, slightly pushing the man off your way.

“ hey, it's just a compliment, don't be such a b-. ”

“ finish that and i'll chop your cock off! ” you turned, with a finger pointing at him.

the man must've thought you were crazy as he just shrugged his shoulders and awkwardly walked away. you sighed, walking to Graceland, your only safe place.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

you stare at the newspaper, elvis and priscilla beaulieu on the front page. mocking your pain.

mocking you.

you can't believe you spent almost all of these years missing him as if he was your husband. you thought he was equally miserable as you were, clearly, you were wrong.

you scream as you grab the newspaper and rip it to shreds, your legs colliding with your bed behind you, sitting on it as you try to make priscilla's face more ugly with the ripping between it.

you were jealous. yes! how could you not?

while you were walking down the streets dealing with creeps by yourself, elvis was out there protecting someone else. while you were trying to choose what to pick for groceries, elvis was helping her.

her.

her.

HER.

WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE HAS THAT YOU DON'T?

NOTHING.

YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL, KIND, NICE, ADORABLE, LOVELY!

the screams continued until vernon arrived to your room, gaze worried and gasping for air.

you just sat there, newspaper in your feet with priscilla's and elvis' faces in each of your hands.

“ what happened? ”

the hand that was holding elvis' face shook.

“ nothing. ”

the other hand that held priscilla's turned into a fish, crushing her naive smiley face.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

as you walked to Graceland with elvis and vernon behind you, you chose to make yourself the most annoying bitch in the planet.

you haven't talked to elvis. you didn't even knowledge him. every time he asked what you were doing it was white silence. vernon just frowned and responded to him.

but elvis' gaze didn't leave your serious face.

he caught up that you weren't talking to him so while you were getting ready for bed, nightgown flowing in your body with your hair all ready, you heard a knock. to which you didn't answer to. vernon always knocked three times.

“ doll? ”

elvis velvety voice made an appearance inside your room, you with your back against the door just sighed.

“ hey, baby. ”

you rolled your eyes, putting on your cream.

elvis just gulped, walking to you with a small smile. “ you haven't given me a big hug. ”

i don't give a fuck — is what you wanted to say.

“ look, i don't know why you're acting like this, i mean- i- i.. i come back from being so far away from you and you're acting like such a-. ”

elvis paused, looking at the ground, regretting what he almost said.

“ say it. ”

he looked at you, surprised that you were talking to him. until he saw your stern gaze.

“ no. i-. i didn't meant to. ”

you scoffed, putting your cream down.

“ i just want you to talk to me. ”

if he wanted someone to talk to, he should go with that beaulieu girl. fuck him.

“ i don't care. ”

you were expecting elvis to sigh and say you are brat, a bitch, a dumb girl, a jealous weirdo. you sure weren't expecting him to kneel and grab your legs, pushing you closer to him, his face in your thighs; your nightgown lifting a bit.

“ 'm sorry. i don't know what i did... but, really, i am sorry. ”

you stood there surprised, your hands in the air as elvis sniffed.

“ is it because i went away from you? i promise doll, that will never happen again. i will never leave you- i will be utterly devoted to you. ”

“ e-elvis. ” you whispered, shocked at what he was saying, holding his hands trying to make him look at you but he was strong and stubborn.

“ no! please! ” he sobbed, his face all buried in your thighs, his shoulders shaking with sobs.

this isn't what you wanted... right? you just wanted elvis to apologize, to hug you or even kiss you a bit. but this worshipping?

you felt... powerful.

“ it's okay. ”

elvis stopped crying, looking for up at you for the first time, his eyes were quite red, his cheeks tainted with tears.

“ you forgive me, baby? ”

you nodded but quickly held elvis back from hugging you, his hopeful expression turning grey.

“ keep worshipping me. ” you darkly said and elvis smiled happily.

happy that you didn't notice his plan.

happy that priscilla really made you jealous as he expected.

happy to know that you were lost without him as his dad told him.

happy that you will finally only let him worship you.

because if you are aphrodite, then he is a common human being; on his knees begging for you to use him.

[stars-and-cows]

*shows you Takaaki*

Please don't cry but this man can fit so much angst

A man who has probably, like Taka, spent his whole life repairing their image. A man dedicated to being a police officer, someone who probably wanted to make the best future for his son and the country. To somehow atone for the sins of his father.

And then he looks up. At the big screen in the middle of the city. With everyone around, stopping the chaos, the riots to watch as the Ultimate despair herself appears on screen. She smiles. That's never a good sign.

Some run away, taking advantage of the despair-infected being glued to the screens. And those who worship Junko, the despair itself, being excited for what's to come.

She explains, quite enthusiastically, the killing game.

"Please don't" Takaaki repeats in his head. He lost so much. He doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want it to be true

And then she shows the candidates. The Hope's Peak's brightest minds.

Takaaki cusses a bit under his breath. He's too scared to look up. He knows Taka is there. His son is defenceless, hopeless. And his father can't do anything about it.

So he watches the broadcast from the same billboard every night, even after being put on a demon list, he still makes sure to see his son. To give him guidance, just hoping he would hear him through the screen.

He cheers him on when he starts to make friends. And makes his dad jokes about introducing Mondo to the family, cracking up at the thought that maybe his straight-A son isn't that straight after all.

He forgets the bad just for a moment. He ignores the bad to feel like he is there with his son and it's just a normal school year. But there is a dark thought looming over his shoulder

"Taka... Isn't going to make it"

The good boys who want to make this world a little better, the ones that make friendships while facing the danger, the ones that want to save everyone... They never make it.

Mondo dies, Taka has a mental breakdown, the motive is introduced, Alter Ego appears, Taka becomes Kiyondo and

And then he's dead

Takaaki drinks his beer as usual when the other kids discover his son's body. He comments as usual, pretending his son is still searching for clues with the rest. He makes up stuff that Taka would say. About not running in the hallways, about being respectful to the dead, about making it through together.

"Damn it..."

The tears falls down his face as he takes another sip. He's alone again. All alone. Why did it have to be this way? Why did this need to happen? He was ready for war, for poverty, for the apocalypse... But not for hopelessly watching his son die because of his classmate on a big screen in the city square.

"Da...mn it..."

His voice cracks. He tries to drink more but the can is already empty. More tears fall. He wants to hug his son, to tell him one last joke, to tell him he was the greatest person he ever met, that he lived up to everyone's expectations. But he can't.

He's alone.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I was so excited for your requests opening my brain short circuited

Okok so can I get a fic of Overhaul/Dabi/Chrono with a s/o who pulls hard candy so they are very stronk?

Stares at you with a look you swear he is about to puke but at the same time judging you so hard everything you show to him working on those candies.

Doesn't matter if you do use gloves, he thinks is disgusting.

He doesn't know it either, really. Is just the way that thing stretching that gives him shivers... really, he just feels triggered about it.

The fact you're strong like that to pull hard candy on a daily basis gives a tiny lil bit of relief since he worries about you being a target to heroes or rivals of him and Yada Yada you know the deal.

Pls don't offer to teach him how to do your own job, he is the disgust masked as a person.

If you somehow make a image on the candy of his liking he still won't eat it, but he will have that rare soft look on his amber eyes and thank you with a slight nod.

He will somehow use his intelligence to make the package or just the tiny candy impossible to go spoiled and just keep as a ornament.

Won't eat hard candy. Not after how you explained to him how it works.

Now this mf you will be screwed.

Dabi is all bad boy fuck the world vibes but he has such a sweet tooth you're afraid the dude developing diabetes.

He is although picky about, but still, once the cremation user finds a type of sugary treat he likes is game over.

And to your dismay he does like hard candy.

Is a bit smug and shows you off to who he can about how strong you are and that you can pull this off.

Just had that tiny smirk on his face when he saw this for the first time and was just like "look at my doll, they can break anyone noses easily if they can pull this shit, isn't it cute?"

I mean, he watched you do it once or twice and saw videos of it so he just mentally clap his hands in appreciation to you because holy shit-

When you brought a lil package of a bunch of hard candy to him with a image of a black kitty with blue eyes this boy just melts.

Is gone in less than five minutes....

"Dabi you're gonna give yourself a stomach ache!"

"Worth it."

"DABI-!"

Actually offered to help you.

Different than the two from above, he does have a interest on how to make and can go to the store where you work and offer help since well, his identity is safe and all. He isn't disgusted by it.

I headcanon that Hari is the type of guy who likes sour candy... for some reason. I don't know it's just fits.

Proud boi. He, much like Dabi, prides himself of your strength and what you can do.

Mimic and Chisaki are sick of hearing your name by the way. From how much Kurono speaks.

Man actually widened his eyes so hard the first time he saw you working on these stuff he just looked at you like 0_0 "Jesus babe you're STRONG-"

He likes the part where you guys chip the candy so he can see the details of it. So he actually asked you to show him so he could pull it off.

Man is actually good at it.

Actually carries a bit of the candy you make along with him, not because he is addicted but he just likes to remember of you while eating it.

Ah, his are sour type of btw

Rappa stole one.

Rappa cursed him to no ends from how sore that fucking thing was as Hari just stood there with a murderous look because "THAT WAS MINE-"

[daybreakrising]

SENSES AND OTHER SPECIFIC HCs. // WRIOTHESLEY.

what  does  your  muse  smell  like  ?

iron and leather. the damp muskiness one might find in coastal caves or underground tunnel systems. tea leaves, sometimes accompanied by an aromatic flourish depending on which blend he's opted to drink that morning (and afternoon, and evening, and-). there's a freshness to it all, too, like the chill of a winter morning, and the salty tang of the sea that somehow permeates through the walls of rock and steel to linger in his wake.

what  do  your  muse’s  hands  feel  like ?

firm, strong, the skin calloused, fingertips tough and hardened from years of working, his knuckles scarred from brawls. his skin is dry and cool, softer on the backs of his hands than on his palms. his touch can be equal parts light as a feather and like an iron vice.

what  does  your  muse  usually  eat  in  a  day ?

whilst he eats slightly better than the convicts he manages (he doesn't have to draw lots, for example), he makes a point to share the same food. he was one of them, once, and he's accustomed to the offerings of the Fortress's kitchen. he drinks more tea than he eats food and, if particularly busy or absorbed in something, he'll skip a meal and drink more tea instead. yes, he knows that's not the same thing. no, he doesn't care.

does  your  muse  have  a  good  singing  voice ?

oh for sure. a pity no one will ever hear it.

does  your  muse  have  any  bad  habits  or  nervous  ticks  ?

he's a pacer. he'll wear tracks in the floor one day. he can't be still when he's nervous, or frustrated, and especially not when he's angry. as for bad habits - he cracks his knuckles and he does it often. it's entirely out of necessity, however. if he doesn't pop the joints on a regular basis, they start to ache, and eventually become painful.

what  does  your  muse  usually  look  like/wear  ?

he has a vibe and he sticks to it - monochrome tones with a hint of colour (red), close-fitting and immaculate, lots of adornments (chains, pins, etc) and chunky boots. he goes for that edgy look because it suits the image he presents, the image almost expected of him, but he also loves it for himself because he thinks (knows) he kills it. we don't talk about why he doesn't wear that beautiful coat properly.

is  your  muse  affectionate  ?  How  so  ?

he can be, but the way he shows it varies from person to person, and how willingly he displays affection depends on the setting and the company he's in. in private, with those he holds close, he's a huge fckn softie. edgy-looking boy has a heart of gold. if in a more public setting but in the company of those he's comfortable with, he shows his affection through gentle teasing and sass, light insults that he knows will be understood as fond. if in more professional (and/or public) settings amongst those he's not familiar with (or doesn't like / doesn't feel comfortable with) then only those who know him best will see the fondness and the affection in the quick glances he sends their way.

what  position  does  your  muse  sleep  in  ?

multiple positions. he's someone who can't stay still for long, even when asleep. whatever position he starts off in (and he can fall asleep in any position, anywhere) is not going to be the one he wakes up in. this isn't an issue when he's alone in a bed, but if he's sharing the space with someone else they're probably going to get kicked, hit in the face by flailing limbs, or partially squished beneath him when he (inevitably) rolls over them.

could  you  hear  your  muse  in  the  hallway  from  another  room  ?

this boy is a stomper. you can hear him and those chunky boots coming a mile away. add to that the various clinks and jingles of the chains and metal adornments on his clothes and you know the Duke is heading your way. he can, of course, be quieter when he chooses, or when a situation requires it, but when he's at ease, his presence always makes itself known long before you see him.

[quietwingsinthesky]

samifer for ship bingo!

Okay, let's break this down. Just let me open up my 80 slide powerpoint.

They drive me crazy insane /pos: Joking aside, I'm pretty sure Samifer did a number on my developing gay brain when I first watched s5 as a youngling, and I have never recovered. Something about how Sam was my favorite character and I thought he deserved to go a little batshit, as a treat, and something about how Lucifer has the whole "Hannibal Effect" going for him where yes, he has killed a bunch of people, but look at him! He's so quiet and apologetic, esp when interacting with Sam, the exact right flavor of "aww <3" and "oh this is fucking terrifying". I want them to kiss each other! I want them to kill each other! I want them to be forced to debate about humanity! Maybe not in that order!

The aesthetic is impeccable: oh this baby has it all! Possession! Obsession! End of the world! Mutually assured destruction! Canonical background Samifer in the middle of Zachariah's angsty Michean breakup fic! You can fit so much in this bad boy!

I need a 30k hurt/comfort fic on my desk by Monday: as much as I love the angst you can pull out of this pairing and I do... What if, you know? Because Lucifer doesn't really want to do the whole Apocalypse thing by the end. Because Sam does have the capacity to empathize with him. Plus, the image of Lucifer getting depowered and injured somehow, and Sam stitching him up, and Lucifer gritting his teeth through the pain of it while someone else tends one of his wounds for the first time in millenia, and Sam mentally going back and forth between 'I should not be helping him' and 'I can't not, he's going to get himself killed', and- Look. Look. You get what I'm saying, right?

People that ship them need therapy I think: Yes!

Concept is more appealing than execution/Better in fanon than in canon: These are crossed out for the same reason, and that reason is: Supernatural actually has more than five seasons, to everyone's dismay. And as much as I do love some things from later seasons (Rowena my beloved), what they did to Sam and Lucifer is just. Bad. Even from a non-ship perspective. Look at how they massacred my boys. Unspecial shout-out to one line when Lucifer comes back and says that he doesn't care about Sam at all. Shut up! Bad writers! Bad! Why did you do this to them! So, yes, fanon Samifer reigns supreme past s5, and any possible concepts were a flop the moment they decided to ruin the interesting dynamic these two had.

The exact opposite of relationship goals </3: Also, yes! This is a horror story! But it is also... a love story! it can be both. :)

oh god i rambled about this so much oh god oh fu-

[omentranslates]

Villain - chapter 3 english fan translation

Warning for heavily implied/mildly portrayed themes and scenes of child abuse.

Hello, I've translated chapter 3 of the manga adaptation of Teniwoha's song, Villain. This translation is text only, the manga itself is free to read here.

The cover page this time says "Nobody knows what's under your skin, and you don't want them to."

Azuru's Father: Explain yourself, Adzuru. I'm honestly too stunned to speak, I didn't believe my own ears at first. To think that you're playing buddy-buddy with a delinquent group, staying out with them until the sun sets, and that you've decided to do this at the most important of times for me, when the mayoral election is so close.

Azuru: I'm sorry.

Father: IF YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF THEN SPIT IT OUT.

Kurema: Dad! Calm down, violence won't solve anything!

Father: We raised you both the same, why did only Kurema turn out right.

Kurema: Are you alright, Nii-san? Dad's just excitable right now because the election is coming up.....although, I can't say I approve of you hanging out with delinquents either. You'll get caught up in their nasty image.

Azuru: Renri isn't a bad person!

-------------------------------------------------------------------

Narration: They won't even try to understand. No matter what angle I come from, I just can't convey the truth in a way they'll listen to. Faced with a frustrating problem and nothing to be done about it, I've found myself missing my androgynous friend.

Renri: ....Azuru, you're here again. Well good timing, I was just getting hungry.

Renri: Azuru?

Azuru: ....ah, yeah....

Imaginary Azuru: Who was that girl?

Azuru *thoughts*: Nope, no way. No way in hell can I ask that.

Renri: Hey, what the hell! This is pretty good!

Azuru *thoughts*: He'll probably just say it's none of my damn business or something like that if I tried anyways....or maybe even.....

Imaginary Renri: Yeah, that's my girlfriend.

Azuru: It's not impossible is it.....there's every chance he could like girls, doesn't matter if he's the same under his clothes. And he's so cool, he's gotta be popular with them too.....

Renri: AZURU ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING???

Azuru: ...sorry....what were you saying?

Renri: Did something happen?

Azuru *thoughts*: Even at a time like this his senses are sharp as ever.....

Azuru: ...no? Nothing's wrong.

Renri: ....hey, if there's something you wanna say you should just say it.

Azuru: I'M-

Narration: I'm not as strong as you.

Azuru: ....sorry....

Renri: Listen, if you don't tell me, I won't know what's going on with you.

Azuru: ...yeah, that's how it works.

Azuru: My dad...doesn't really like me.

Narration: I've never told anyone about this before.

Azuru: Since I can remember, I've never been interested in army men, and I always liked red more than blue. I never really understood how to be a boy and do boy things. So I ended up not ignoring my own desires and just fitting myself into what everyone else wanted. My dad, really really hates that about me.

Narration: I've never put these thoughts I've always had into words before.

Azuru: He hates me because I couldn't ever be normal.

Azuru: Re-...Renri...

Renri: Hey, why are you saying all this like it's your fault somehow? You think YOU did something wrong here? Is it evil to not fit the norm? What even is normal, who decided?

Renri: It's fine to be the villain, just stay Azuru.

Azuru: I'm....I'm not sure about that....

Renri: I am!

Narration: Renri's deceptively strong arms and the clumsy words that understand a pain I didn't even tell him about....everything about you is proof that you are who you say you are. You're a man, no mistake. But then, then that means that it's really...really not going to be me that gets to stand by his side.

Narration: If I were to tell you that I, as a man, was in love with you, as a man, what kind of face would you make while getting rid of me...?

[bts-mbti]

Thank you for replying to my Jungkook ask! Honestly, I’m not sure what enneagrams are, but I do feel like a lot of his “edgy” and “nonconformist” persona is put on. It seems more like he copies what he thinks “cool” people do. I feel like a real bad boy who doesn't care what people think, wouldn’t have to try so hard to convince others of that. I’m not trying to drag him or anything. I’m just confused by the fandom narrative that he’s such a sexy bad boy who does whatever he wants.

you're fine. it's not insulting to point out the obvious abt someone's behavior, or to be the way jungkook behaves. it's a normal personality to have & somehow just makes him more attractive imo 💀

but yes, you hit the nail on the head. jungkook wants to be edgy and counterculture bc he wants to be cool & sexy. the black-forward fits, tattoos, piercings, boxing, makeup, working out, flirting with fans, ect...it's all to be seen as cool & attractive. as epitomized by his iconic baby socks inside his giant homophobe stomping boots lmfao

but on the enneagram, the consistency of this behavior heavily implies that jungkook's a core type 3, not an 8

type 8s (what jungkook is imitating, in enneagram terms, & what people think his wing is), as you said, don't care about image-control. they're nonconformist bc they know what they want and have no qualms with opposing power, be it ppl or systems, to get it. they're also only nonconformist/oppositional when it matters, what matters just depends on how healthy someone is

yoongi is a fantastic example of a healthy 8: he left his home city with no parental support at ~15 to pursue his dream in music. he didn't keep up his grades so he could work on his music. he talks abt whatever he wants no matter its controversy, even directly targeting a politician once. but he lets the stylists dress him however, lets fans think whatever, takes photos with the same 3 (hilarious) lazy poses, ect. matters of his image aren't important to him

to see it further, compare their vlives. yoongi stands there and silently stares at the comments for 20 minutes, occasionally answering questions, and leaves. he's always in a t-shirt or hoodie, frequently with unstyled hair and barefaced. no image-control or even apparent image-consciousness

jungkook wears full-on fits, makeup, styles his hair, and basically preens for half an hour or longer. if he's barefaced or disheveled he's not in good lighting, not alone, drunk, or thinks it looks hot

the difference is obvious, in my opinion. and ironic, considering they're in the same group

but to step away from typology, people everywhere have a frustrating tendency to reduce what it means to be nonconformist to an aesthetic, especially one that conforms to typical attractiveness. hence missing when ppl are actually nonconformist like yoongi, who continues to just do what he wants to this day even when it's controversial, unbothered, but lacks a typically sexy aesthetic

this isn't to undermine the controversial things jungkook does, like getting tattoos and facial piercings. obviously he's doing that & i relish him ignoring the irrational anger it generates. but he's chasing an aesthetic that is popular among people his age in korea, as far as i know. comparing that to putting a song abt your friend who went to jail for heroin on your mixtape in a viciously anti-drug culture, or quoting a right-wing politician on national television amidst blacklisting to make it unequivocal your song is protesting them, among plenty of other things, makes the difference in scope hard to argue

[dojae-huh]

Oooh I wanted to talk about Lastart with someone, glad you're also tuned in! I really like the combination of Yusion, their performance wasn't the best but somehow I'm really fond of the two 💓 As for my current picks: Anderson and Riku

Anderson looks like he has one foot set in NCT already, so not much to say about him 😂 I want to see what role he will take in a performance, vocals or rap, but his stage presence is already enough to attract attention.

Riku to me was outstanding! Along with Ryu, who trained for 2 weeks, both of them delivered a very solid performance. I could feels some emotion in the way the rap and sing, it was refreshing to see such a performance in midst of the dancing. Riku's diction was clear, his voice was unique enough to be Neo, and he did say he's in a bad condition that day so I'm excited to see what he'll bring in future eps!

Jungmin's voice was superb and fitting with my rock subunit agenda, his smile was blinding what a charming character! His partner Minjae was a good vocalist too, SM is really good at finding these talents tbh. Kassho's visuals were very Neo, he would make a really good model one day. Heitetsu I only remember his worm dance 😂 I would like to see more of what Ryo could do, since he was really overshadowed by Anderson in their performance. The Chewing Gum boys were too cute and they did very well covering the song too, I just wish they weren't too young 😭 there should be another dream-like unit for them.

Excited for the next performances !! There's no buzz on twitter about it so I'm pouring all thoughts here haha

Let's talk, let's talk, we are getting last fixed addition to the family afterall. The future OT29 (yes, I'm counting the ex-members).

Yusion already has a couple name? They are going to be shipped like SungTaro are, aren't they?

They are cute, very SM visual, I did expect them to be better technically, they were hinted very early on and were supposed to join Shotaro, the bar for them should be higher than for the rest.

Anderson is sociable and achieves set goals. He could be a neutral ground between Koreans and Japanese, be a mediator if any tension arises. He had the best stage presence as well. Maybe not nessesary that of an idol, but that's adjustable.

SM will judge not only pure talent but compatibility with the other members and the concept they have in mind. There should be performances together with Yuushi and Sion.

I like Haruta, he seems to have a nice personality and he was expressive with the upper part of his body. Hard to see him as a neo though. Maybe he'll have a chance to prove me wrong.

Aside from the voice, I like Jungmin's charm, he looks open and inviting, which is a plus for a Japanese in a Korean group. Shotaro was met with a lot of hate due to his nationality in the beginning but won fans over thanks to his character. A calm but cheerful character is also a plus for an idol. Like Karina has a very suitable personality. The fame doesn't get to her head, she stays hardworking and level-headed.

Minjae reminds me Seventeen's DK (I'm a very casual listener of the group, so don't know members well). Can see an idol, but not a neo yet.

Heitetsu is a clear "no" for me (I like his name though), Kassho has an attidute that is benefitial for an idol, makes them entertaining to watch. Kassho is not a dancer, judging by his interview, let's see how good of a singer/rapper he is.

It is interesting SM chose another trainee (Ryu) with a voice more suited for a rock group than an idol one. Maybe they do have a ready image for the unit? Jungmin, Minjae and Ryo - all have that scratchiness to their voices, they all should match.

I think Sakuya is still an option for the unit. The concept made him look even younger, than he is, otherwise he had his growth spurt already, his voice deepened. Depends on his skill level and versatility. 127 has a bigger age gap between SunMoon than these trainees.

[oldgooddaysoldgooddays]

257

Saturday I sleep on my face for 11 hours, woken only by my bladder and the sun. I move C's visit back by an hour so I can paint and have my nervous system relax when he arrives. I listen to Red Scare as I do sometimes when I work, which somehow always makes me feel bad about my body even if the topic of conversation doesn't relate directly to weight. I order tuna poke. I always feel like a gallery director when I have lunch delivered. I feel like I should be secretly dating an artist on the roster and getting regular manicures C is one of the most resilient people I know, remaining both stoic and humorous about the most dire of life events. However he seems significantly lighter after moving out of my garden annexe, the unheated limbo between the place he and his now-ex girlfriend once happily shared and authentically Single Life. He is once again an eligible bachelor living and working north of the river, made only slightly less eligible by his vow never to have children. There is talk of a vasectomy. If I ever get married, he will give the speech Since we last saw each other, C has been reconnecting with friends, going on demoralising dates, and lusting after a woman he met while apartment hunting who has a boyfriend in Paris. I suggest that he may not yet have been friendzoned, but change my tune when he says she is candid about PMS and wanting to go bowling a lot. I learn that C's least favourite cousin has been the victim of two international catfishing scams, sending thousands of pounds to both a "fitness influencer" from "America" and a "single mother" in "Guyana" whose child "already calls" C's cousin "daddy". The word victim is used loosely here, naturally. The man is married, and had been planning to leave his wife. C shows me a photo of the fitness influencer - a woman with an iPhone that is at least ten years old, posing in what was once a mirror but is now a superimposed stark white background, the edges of her arms and breasts digitally shaved by poor and hasty photoshop skills. We cannot not laugh. A quick reverse image search brings up the real woman's Facebook page, littered with her posts warning people not to fall for the scam her image has been used for. C is most overwhelmed by how deluded his cousin, who is not in the finest physical shape, could be in thinking either of these beautiful - albeit fake- women might want to be with him. I am so unsurprised it doesn't even occur to me to comment. A part of me enjoys the catfishing phenomenon, something my generation of girls was warned about while using the early internet, when a creepy 50 year old man impersonating a 12 year old girl to make friends was the only major fear. Now the transfer of funds and wide array of VPNs means a man can be bled dry by another man impersonating a woman, so that the man can buy cryptocurrency from another man with another VPN On the way home I see an older patron of the pub on Liverpool Road down a beer and smash the glass on the ground. A passing woman screams and pulls her Maltese from the ground and close to her body. I see two boys greet each other in matching North Faces, the kind that Emrata wears. I fix wild mushrooms for dinner and the gills get stuck in my teeth. R freaks out on the text. C sends me a video of a Scottish man on tiktok lipsyncing to You Can Leave Your Hat On. Below the video is a comment from a woman saying "I am having very bad thoughts"

[manikas-whims]

Romance Webtoon Recommendations

For my dear mutual @lady-of-a-castle ♥

My Other Manga/Webtoon Recs Lists:

Good Shoujo/Josei/Shounen Romance

Mafia/Gangs/Yakuza Mangas & Webtoons

i don't read much romances but these are some of the few good ones I've read/am reading cause i love the plot.

*pardon me, if you've read some of these already :3

• Freaking Romance

(sorry for the long cover but i love it so much)

- FAVOURITE ♡

- Two people from different dimensions fall in love but can't be together cause they're from different worlds entirely.

- All the leading characters are LGBTQIA+ (good representation). Even the creator is a non binary person.

- Zelan's (male lead) duality. One minute he's the softest soft boy; the next he's freaking sexy

• I stan the Prince

(read it officially on TappyToon or other free manga sites)

- my comfort manhwa

- This was an unusual plot for a manhwa. Angela, an orphan girl in the medieval era writes a fanfic about the First Prince of her country.

- Someone else publishes her fanfic and it ends up becoming a bestseller, causing the things from her fanfic to spread all over the nation.

- This causes the Prince to seek her out cause somehow her fanfic has improved his tarnished image. And the second prince's family wants her dead.

• Midnight Poppy Land

- The female lead isn't a typical skinny girl but an adorable chubby girl who, despite making a lot bad decisions, strives to keep on living positively.

- Enter this big man who works for a mafia family. He goes to retrieve something this girl accidentally picked up but ends up having a crush.

• The Wrath and The Dawn

- a sort of retelling of the well-known tales from "1001 Nights" (i'm actually currently reading the books its based on)

- the Caliph of his country takes a new Bride every night & she is killed off by the next morning.

- Enter the female lead, who volunteers to become one of these brides. She goes for revenge but will she stay for love?

- all poc characters

• Mystical

- This one makes me feel really warm and fluffy but also sad at certain points.

- The male lead tells the story of how he met his muse, a mystical being of the seas and fell in love with them.

- Lots of adorable moments of this mystical creature learning their way around the human activities and trying to fit in amongst the creatures of land (the best part was when she discovers laptop and internet XD )

• The Remarried Empress

- The Emperor returns with a new lover after his battle and well, ofc its bound to upset his Empress.

- Enter the crown prince of neighboring nation. He immediately falls for the Empress. She likes him back but doesn't think its right to give up her duties as the empress for new-found love.

- a lot of angst, drama, politics, plotting and all that good stuff in a medieval setting romance.

• Secret Playlist

- an internet-based musician finds out she's classmates with a famous Kpop idol.

- funny thing is, she doesn't care much. But the kpop idol actually listens to her songs and is a big fan and wishes to collab.

- due to unprecedented circumstances, they have to work together and end up catching feelings.

• To Love Your Enemy

- Enemies to Lovers + Fake Dating

- Due to some bad history between them, the male lead absolutely doesn't like the female lead but sadly, they end up studying at the same college.

- the female lead is scared that the male lead will reveal her dark past and tarnish her image. So she tries to play friends with him to keep him from doing so.

- other students start thinking they're dating and so they themselves start fake dating, which ofc leads to them actually falling for each other XD

• Devil No. 4

- a girl who is completely tired of her lifestyle falls for the scheme of Devil (a real devil!)

- The devil's job is to lure his targets by the usual promises of lavish lifestyle and such. But this girl just won't have it. She wants happiness and well, in trying to satisfy his customer and get his job done..he ends up falling in love with her.

- But a devil and human aren't supposed to make such unions. A lot of shit goes down but its worth the read!

• Nice To Meet You

- an art student secretly uses a guy at her college as her muse. After the occurrence of some misunderstandings, they end up becoming friends and maybe..more?

- lighthearted with slight angsty moments but you won't be able to put it down.

- loads of meme material (their entire friends squad is so funny XD )

[emisonme]

Em, do you think this thing about camila bothering with pics taken by paps and bodyshame is something legit? I mean, do they chase after her just because she's famous or does she and her team tell them where to find her? because they didn't use to follow her in miami until before that pr

It's legit, but staged at the same time. She told us right there in the post. "Somehow" the Paps always know she's there. It has happened "every time" she has been to that particular place. She knows how the Paps know she's there. Someone calls Backgrid and tells them she's going to be there. She knows when she puts on a bikini and goes to that club, that she is going to be photographed. (She said it right there in the statement) Yet, she puts on that bikini and heads to that particular place, and heads to the beach.

Why? Because, right now, it's all part of her public narrative and promotion. What Stuck said in her post was correct. This narrative is benefiting her. It's for the benefit of her PUBLIC IMAGE. It's to fix the over two year clusterfuck of a PR stunt. They fucked her PUBLIC IMAGE with that damn circus...Now, they are building her back up.

They spent two years basically dehumanizing her. They turned her into the arm candy girlfriend of the perfect poster boy, who his fans thought wasn't good enough for him. She spent two years being body shamed, not because she looked bad, but because she wasn't them.

Now, she is being humanized, again. Instead of being just some lucky bitch on the "poster boys" arm, who isn't good enough because she's not them, now she is a single young woman, in her 20's, with anxiety, body image issues, and low self esteem that we can all empathize with.

So, yes, it is part of her planned narrative and promotion, but that doesn't mean that her feelings aren't legit. That doesn't mean she enjoys going to that beach and getting photographed in her bikini. I'm sure she doesn't. It's just, right now, it's part of the job she is being asked to do.

My annoyance isn't directed toward you, Anon. Sorry if it appears that way. My annoyance stems from the fact, people are placing blame only on the paparazzi. The photographs are not what is upsetting Camila. She knows it's going to happen.

Hell, she said right there, she went and bought a whole new outfit, put on lip gloss, barely ate anything, because she knew it was going to be a whole photoshoot. She knew the photos would look "good" because she made sure she looked "good" in them. Therein lies the problem. It's not the photos themselves, it's the way society, or "culture", views those photos.

That's the true meaning of her statement. Her problem isn't with some jackass taking pics of her in her bikini. She expects it. Her problem is with how "culture", or society views her in those photos.

For some fucked up reason, women have allowed society, (mostly men, but some women are just as bad) to dictate what constitutes a beautiful "healthy" woman. A "healthy" woman, to society, somehow became a 100 pound bag of bones, for which 75 pounds of her better be tits and ass. It's complete bullshit, and not healthy, at all.

Camila has felt the brunt of societies expectation of what a "healthy" woman should look like, for a few years, now. People have been body shaming the fuck out of her, and she's tired of it. It's not the paparazzi body shaming her. It's not the magazines that post the photos body shaming her. It's idiots kids behind a keyboard, with nothing better to do, that see a little cellulite and think it's the most disgusting thing they've ever seen. It's haters that just want to get attention. It's people who have decided what a "healthy" woman should look like, and she isn't fitting their mold. It's ridiculous!!!

Camila just wants to go to a damn beach in her fucking bikini, read a book, feel the sun on her face, the sand on her feet, and the water on her skin. She just wants to be able to have fun, like she did when she was a kid...But she can't because of societies culture of EXPECTATIONS!!!

So, to bring this to a conclusion, no the paparazzi don't follow her around everywhere. They are called. This is part of her promotional narrative, but her feeling about the whole thing are legit. Stuck was right. THEY should have set boundaries. THEY should have found a way to fix THEIR fuck-up, that wasn't detrimental to Camila's mental health. Unfortunately, mental health isn't at the top of the Industries to-do list. Never has been. Never will be!!!

[boldlyvoid]

About a small-town girl with big dreams.

I made a playlist story experience.. about a small-town girl with big dreams. listen along and experience the story

Summary: Through the ups and downs of stardom; it's a story about meeting the right person at the wrong time, succeeding when everyone said she'd fail, and eventually figuring out that sometimes, having it all means losing the one person who ever really loved her

1. white horse

in a small town, about to finish college, she has to make a decision, stay with the boy she's been dating since grade 9 and follow him to college or follow her dreams of becoming an actress... she knows what she wants and he's not a part of it

2. wildest dreams

breaking up is hard, breaking up with someone who she loves and would stay with if it was easier, is even harder. he's everything she's thought she wanted for so long, but she wants something he can't offer. so they make a vow, they'll never hold this against each other and if they somehow wander back to each other one day then it was really meant to be.

3. mean

telling her classmates that she's leaving for new york after high school and getting told she's not good enough to make it.

4. never grow up

packing her room up to leave, reminiscing on her life and how much she'll miss her hometown when she's gone. all the memories, both happy and sad, flooding in and making her cry a bit. she never thought she'd grow up this fast, and now she's alone in a new apartment, in a big city where her parents just dropped her off and she's alone.

5. welcome to new york

it's everything she expected it to be. she's full of hope and excitement and things are going her way!

6. the lucky one

she acts under a different name. Dorothea. It's a fresh start that she didn't know she needed. she gets the first play that she auditions for and she gets picked up by an agency that wants to make her big. she watches some of her friends blow up and star in movies and she waits for her turn to be the lucky one until it's too much. she gets to know a retired actress, she asks her for advice and her only tip is "get out while you still can"

7. I did something bad

her first scandal attempts to ruin her image, her PR company saves her ass but it still haunts her. it wasn't even her fault but it follows her around like a dark cloud, raining on her parade as she tries to push through, so she simply adds rain to the act.

8. This is why we can't have nice things

a few years of greatness comes to its end, people she thought were her friends stabbed her in the back and made her take a second look at her life and everything she's sacrificed for fame. all she has left is her mom and her cats and the few fans that believe the words that actually leave her mouth.

9. mad woman

trying to set the record straight but no one likes a mad woman

10. nothing new

trying to keep her career going when she's not feeling it anymore, she doesn't even like herself so how are other people supposed to like her?

11. mirrorball

feeling more like a circus act than anything else. the laughing stock of the film industry, she's just there to reflect this image of what people think she is so that she can keep making them happy. But how long does it take for an act to become permanent? how long can she do the same things over and over again before she loses sight of who she was always meant to be? will she lose herself in the cracks of the mirror she uses to reflect what people want instead of who she is?

12. 'tis the damn season

going home for Christmas. sending a text to her ex and asking if he's free to see her when she's back in town. reluctantly, he says yes and very quickly they're able to fit right back into how they used to be. she finds happiness pretending to be his girlfriend again, even if it's just for a weekend, it makes her feel like herself again for the first time in a long time. they ride around in his truck, she gets mud on her boots and she feels 18 again. it feels like a dream... never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd be able to find her way back into his bed... most of all, she didn't expect herself to leave once she had him again.

13. Dorothea

his side of the story, following her journey from the hometown that built her and wishing she'd come back to him.

[itmighthavebeenintentional]

We've Got Tonight - Ch 4

Summary: “It’s not your job to do this, Andy. You make people happy. I was in the diner all of ten minutes, and you knew exactly how to get me to smile. You do normal, real things like garden and sing karaoke. Saving the world is my job, Sam’s job. Sometimes it’s even Cas’s job, but it’s not yours.”

Inspired by Bob Seger’s “We’ve Got Tonight”

Warnings: Major Character Death, More Major Character Deaths (sort of?), higher than show level violence, blood, light smutting, language, demons, apocalypse, inferred suicide, cult activity.

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT PROCEED

Author’s Note: This story is set hazily around season 8. Just squint a little, and it’ll settle in somewhere. I wrote this story after certain big revelations in the show, but before other big ones; you’ll most likely be able to tell which. I play with time a bit in the story itself, so if things seem out of order, they are. Hopefully, by the end, all the pieces will fit together.

What the hell, let’s give it a shot.

EXTRA WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS THE SOURCE OF MOST OF THE WARNINGS FOR THE STORY. Please don't kill me. THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER, I PROMISE. It's not over yet. I can't promise you won't hate me when it's over, but I will not leave you here. There's more.

Image and major edits by the incomparable @there-must-be-a-lock . Heavy editing and cheering by @thoughtslikeaminefield . Thank you both so much.

In case you missed it: Chapter 3 ItMightHaveBeenintentional’s Masterlist

...

We’ve Got Tonight

Ch 4

Pre-dawn is too damn cold, she decides. She has to visually check that her fingers are actually doing up the buttons to her ragged denim jacket. She lost sensation in her hands a while back, and it’s the only way to make sure they’re actually doing their job. Her jacket is utterly unsuitable for the current temperature, but she doesn’t expect to need it for much longer.

Just before sunrise, Crowley told her.

The sky is already lightening on the horizon, the medium gray more obvious than she would have thought against the stark black, but, then, she’s never had much occasion to be out quite this late before. She’s usually done at the diner by six, singing at the club by ten, and in bed by two at the latest. She hopes Crowley is punctual. She can’t decide if the waiting or the cold is worse.

Except that, yes, she really can. The waiting is definitely worse.

The sound of shifting gravel pulls her out of her thoughts, and she turns to find the King of Hell himself smiling beatifically at her. She shivers, not bothering to search out the source of her discomfort, as she is rather spoiled for choice at the moment. She’s out in the freezing dark, about to hand over her life and soul to a demon because deranged cultists got it into their heads that they should use her blood to start an apocalypse (and who knew there was more than one of those outside of Sunnydale, seriously).

Shivering is probably the most rational reaction she’s had in a while.

“Hello, darling. Pleasant evening with the boys?”

He’s got more sass in one off-the cuff remark than she has in her entire history, and for a moment she can only marvel at the affected innocence in his expression. It's almost convincing. She opts to remain silent rather than take his bait. He smirks, the expression natural and only a touch derisive.

“No surprises, then? No sidekicks to save you at the last minute from the bad, bad demon?”

“I thought the torture didn’t start until after you kill me,” she sighs, hugging her arms tighter around herself, a futile attempt to ward off the chill. Maybe she’s got a little spark in her, after all. He laughs, a friendly, personable chuckle that would set anyone else at ease, reassure them of his honorable, benign intentions.

“Come on, Crowley, what's the hold up? I was here on time. Can we just get this over with already? I could have gotten one more round in with Dean if we were just going to stand around, shootin’ the breeze.”

Even watching for it, she can only just see the tick in Crowley's jaw, the slightest tension that betrays...something. She doesn't know what or why, but Crowley has more than a little unhealthy obsession with the elder Winchester brother, and she is pleased she managed to crack his veneer even for the briefest moment.

At least I don't have to worry about Dean, Andy thinks, relief creeping into the sea of dread that is her stomach. Her deal with Crowley was not only about stopping the apocalypse but also keeping Sam and Dean and even Castiel safe.

“Once you're gone, I won’t harm a hair on their precious heads, nor any other part of them,” he swore to her a mere eighteen hours earlier.

“I’m hurt you don't find my company more pleasant, love,” he murmurs, taking a couple of steps closer. He slides his hands in his coat pockets, the very picture of nonchalance. “I do try my best to be cordial, even congenial, after all. But since you’re so very uncomfortable, I suppose you won't object, then, that I took the liberty of inviting a few friends whose company you seem to prefer. What a lovely party we’ll have when they get here.”

As if he’s summoned them, a pair of lights appear in the distance, growing larger with every passing moment. Headlights, she realizes; a second later, she hears the distinctive roaring of a very particular car engine, and before she can turn back to Crowley, the Impala leaps out of the darkness, skidding across the hard-packed dirt road, coming to a halt bare inches from the demon’s impeccably shined shoes.

Andy stumbles back, choking in the cloud of dust the car kicks up, only to hit something solid. Impossibly strong fingers dig into her chin, lifting her face out and away as cold, thin metal is pressed to the side of her neck, and only now does she freeze.

“Let her go, Crowley,” Dean growls, his gun drawn and aimed even before he exits the car. “This isn't her fight, and you know it!” On the other side, Sam and Castiel climb out, Sam drawing his gun and moving to flank the demon.

“I do heartily protest, sir,” Crowley says, his tone mild and conversational. The blade digs in ever so slightly under her ear, and a thin trickle of warmth slides down her skin to soak into her collar. Dean doesn't flinch, but his eyes narrow, and he readjusts his aim.

“Not only is the lady at the epicenter of this fight, she's gone and made herself the brightest star in the show. Ask her yourself, if you don’t believe me.”

“How-” she manages through fear-numbed vocal cords. Dean should be unconscious, snoring blissfully away in his bed where she left him. She made sure to leave no sort of trail they could follow, and she checked that they were all asleep or otherwise occupied before she took off.

“I wasn’t asleep, Andy,” Dean replies, leveling his gun at Crowley. “And I’ve been tracking since I was seven. Gimme some credit.”

“I wouldn't do that, if I were you, Moose.” Crowley’s words freeze Sam in his tracks, and the blade on Andy’s neck digs in a little deeper. The flow of warmth down her neck widens just a touch. The sheer smugness in Crowley’s tone sets her teeth on edge, breaking through her stupor, and she grabs the hand with the knife, pulling at it with all her might. She, of course, doesn’t make a dent in the demonic strength, but she’s got to try something.

If you asked her later, Andy would swear to you that the searing pain that drags along her neck parallel to her jaw line right then is pure Hellfire. Deep down in the darkest recesses of her mind where all the worst truths lurk, she knows she’s feeling the bite from Crowley’s knife, but in that instant all she is aware of is the agony of the wound, of Dean’s enraged roar, and the juxtaposition of Crowley’s gentle touch pressing her own fingers to something hot and slippery under her jaw.

“Hold pressure there, sweetheart, or you’ll bleed out too soon. Wouldn’t want you to miss the finale.”

Her knees buckle, and she drops, but somehow she stays upright long enough to see Crowley’s demons approach out of the darkness. She tries to warn the boys, but time moves with a dreamlike lethargy that betrays every one of her good intentions, and, anyway, her voice doesn’t seem to be working at the moment. The roar of gunfire all around her sounds faint in comparison to the rushing in her ears, and she is powerless to stop Crowley’s plans from reaching fruition.

“You...said...you wouldn’t...”

“Well, pet, you aren’t dead yet, are you? I’ve got, what, at least another three minutes before you snuff it, by my count. Plenty of time to conclude my business with the Winchesters and their featherbrained friend before you expire.”

Though he was right behind her only a moment ago, Crowley appears abruptly next to Castiel, who at the moment is distracted by two lesser demons both wielding machetes. She realizes as she watches Cas easily fend them off that they, just like Andy, are only a distraction, only bait to tempt the bigger players to overextend themselves.

Too late, she sees the perfection of Crowley’s plan. In all the confusion, she loses track of Sam, and she wrenches her eyes away from Dean’s staggering form only to watch as the angel blade in Crowley’s hand bursts through Castiel’s chest. Then her gentle, confused friend is gone in a flash. The demons vanish, and she can’t find Sam or Dean, can’t reach them, can’t make her voice work to call out.

The quiet is wrong, so out of place after the violent cacophony. The roaring is gone, the gunfire silenced, and all that’s left is a terrible wheezing, gurgling sound that takes her too long to recognize as her own labored breathing.

“Crow...ley…”

“I’m here, darling. What do you need?”

“Lying...bastard…”

“Now, now, sweetheart, are those really what you want your last words to be?” He lifts her easily from the ground, carrying her the few yards to where Dean lies sprawled in the dusty gravel. His shirt is stained black in the retreating darkness, and Andy can only be thankful that she won’t make it to sunrise to see what exact shade of red is spreading over him. Dean’s far hand scrabbles on the ground, stopping its frantic search only when it finds his brother’s.

Sam’s still form doesn’t return his brother’s grip.

“After all, I’ve done you a favor; I didn’t have to give you the opportunity to say good-bye. I can’t promise you adjoining cells, but I’m sure your torture will coincide with his occasionally,” Crowley continues conversationally, “so, really, the two of you should be thanking me that you’ll at least get occasional visiting privileges. It pays to be on good terms with the king, after all. And, who knows? After a couple hundred years of good behavior, I might even be persuaded to-”

“Why?” It’s all she can manage as he lays her on the ground. Dean reaches for her with his free hand, and she is just able to find his fingers. Their eyes meet, but her vision is blurring as breathing gets tougher, and she can’t see what he’s mouthing to her. Even his eyes, such a luminescent green only hours ago, are fading into the remaining dark of the night.

“The Winchesters, dear, it’s always been about the Winchesters. Oh, the fanatics and their doomsday ritual were real enough, as was your blood. I just simply took advantage of the situation, as any intelligent monarch would do. Settled things with the apocalypse groupies, rid myself of some major pains in my rear, and now I get you, to boot! I do love when a plan comes together.”

Dean’s fingers tighten in hers, and she tries to grip his back, but the harder she holds on, the less she can feel him.

She’s not really feeling much of anything but cold now.

“Shut...up...already.”

“Always ungrateful in the end, even after everything I do for them,” Crowley grumbles from above her. But then he does shut up, and she finally feels something besides the cold.

Relief. ...

Chapter 5

[welcome-to-afterlife]

Wannabe Challenge Kpop AU Headcanons

I know that no one requested this, but I had this idea stuck in my head for a while now. It took quite some time to get down, but I'm finally done!

Role: Leader, Main Vocalist, Center

Taehee was the first member of the group to be recruited by ST Entertainment. He had a charismatic yet soft aura that drew all the girls on audition day. Immediately, the entertainment company knew that Taehee would become part of their label.

However, it took him a good 5 years before the company decided that he was ready for debut. It was within this time that he learned how to avoid the entertainment industry's sleazy business practices, develop a strong image, and maintain constant motivation for debut. You could say he subconsciously preparing to he a leader by trying to himself afloat for 5 years.

Once he finally got to debut, Taehee was chosen to be the leader of the group. Although Hansol seemed like the more obvious choice, Hansol thought that Taehee would be a better fit since Taehee already knew a lot about the entertainment industry due to his experience. Besides, he was the only one who was mature and emotionally-equipped to lead a group.

As for Taehee's abilities, his strongest suit is his singing. While he wasn't the strongest singer at the start of his training, he ended up become one of the best vocalists in the company. His voice has a unique color that radiates smoothness with a hint of attitude. He's able to hit high notes, but he's a lot better at belting -- especially when he's feeling emotional.

Perhaps this is the reason that Taehee excels in elegant concepts. His graceful movements along with his princely facial expressions make him the star on the stage. Think of songs such as "I'm in Trouble" by NU'EST, "Blue Flame" by ASTRO, and "Not By the Moon" by GOT7. It's like he belongs on an icy throne in a golden palace.

Surprise, surprise: he gets the most lines in their songs. Usually it's not by a lot, but sometimes ST gives some of Biho's lines to Taehee (much to the everyone's dismay). He's never comfortable singing those lines and tries to negotiate to give Biho more lines, but it doesn't always work. He gets quite the backlash for it, but unfortunately it's out of his control.

When interacting with fans, Taehee is usually very warm and kind. He's constantly asking about everyone's health and well-being, nagging fans to keep themselves at top priority. He doesn't want fans to ruin their lives because of their love for him and his group. He's also very earnest and mature, almost like a guardian angel to his fans. Wherever they go, his heart is always with them.

In the group, he's basically the dad. He's always looking out for the other members (yes, even Yooha). Just like his fans, his members' well-being is top priority. In lives, you'll probably see him in the background cooking food, cleaning dorms, and or scolding the other members for doing dumb things (that last reason is why he's also very likely to appear in crack videos).

However, he appears most often in "sassy moment compilations" because of his reactions. Taehee has even gone viral because he just straight up rolled his eyes at a variety show when they asked him uncomfortable questions and threw not-so-subtle shade. From then on, he's been dubbed as the "sassy king".

For side projects, his main path is acting. Taehee is a really good actor who played the main male lead in a critically acclaimed K-Drama. He played the sly but sweet love interest in a historical drama. The audience are always amazed at his ability to adapt to the time period so accurately.... it's almost as if he's lived there himself?

Role: Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Vocalist

Originally, Yooha has started off as a model. However, staff from ST Entertainment saw Yooha and thought that his visuals would be perfect for the kpop business. They offered their business card to him and he decided to try out for fun. Fortunately, he nailed his audition and was admitted as a trainee immediately.

Yooha was the last person to join the company and had the shortest training time (1 year). His sudden arrival and decision to debut with the group created a rift between him and the other members. Taehee thought it was unfair that Yooha could debut with minimal training while Hansol was worried that Yooha's addition would affect the group's dynamic (in areas like line distribution, dance formation, etc).

However, he and the other members were forced to resolve their issues when he became Taehee's roommate at their dorm. Since it was Taehee's job to lead the group (including Yooha), the two had no choice but to bond.

Now before y'all yell at me that Yooha isn't main rapper material, just know that I had to give the position to someone. Secondly, Yooha has an alluring and deep voice voice that was perfect for rap. Also, he is really good at rapping in various beats and experiments with different flows. While he can do fast raps, he prefers to make ones that have a distinct rhythm and leave a lasting impact on the audience.

However, Yooha hadn't planned to debut as the group's rapper. His original role being the main dancer, but he jokingly rapped in an pre-debut interview and everyone fell in love with his voice. From that, ST Entertainment thought it would be best to make Yooha the rapper instead.

In fan interactions, Yooha is very slick and flirty. Whether it's in fanmeet, lives, or concerts, Yooha knows exactly how to steal the hearts of his fans. Just one wink is enough to make the entire stadium swoon over him.

However, he's also the crackhead of the group. If you search for the group's "crackhead moment compilations", 80% of the video will involve Yooha somehow. In fact, it's these moments that really boost his popularity within the group and skyrocket him to the 2nd most popular member in the group.

Sometimes, he manages to pull one over Taehee and becomes the most popular member. How does this happen? Well, whenever the group has a "bad boy"/sexy concept comeback, Yooha absolutely dominates the stage. Think of songs such as "Want" by Taemin, "7th Sense" by NCT U, and "Love Killa" by Monsta X. The sexy concept was made for him, so it's no surprise when everyone in the comments section thirsts over him. It's just enough to put him over the edge against Taehee in fan voting.

He also has the most risque outfits. Yooha has an amazing body and he knows it, so why keep it hidden? His wardrobe is filled with experimental pieces that show of his abs, forearms, and everything in between. It's the reason why he's voted "Best Dressed" on every voting app.

Yooha is also a smooth dancer. His fluidity and confidence amplifies his sex appeal on stage, which often causes fans to confuse him as the group's main dancer. He's also has killer facial expressions that maintain his striking stage presence, making it impossible to keep your eyes off of him.

When Yooha isn't rocking the stage, you'll probably see him on magazines and commercial shoots. Photographers just can't get enough of his visuals, so they constantly bring him back for more modeling. He'll even dabble his feet in web dramas, but it doesn't last for long due to the scheduling conflicts between the web dramas and his music career.

Position: Main Dancer, Main Vocalist, Producer, Face of the Group

Hansol started his music journey long before ST Entertainment. He had been creating music as early as elementary school (mainly him bashing wooden sticks on the table and strumming rubber bands). However, he really got to develop his passion on high school-- where he dedicated his time towards music production and music theory.

Thus, Hansol had his own YouTube channel where he created covers of different artists and snippets of songs that he created on his own. From that, he amassed a small following of 25K subscribers. This audience attracted ST Entertainment, who took a liking to his videos and asked him whether he wanted to be a trainee. Hansol gladly took the offer.

Hansol was the 2nd member to join ST and trained for 3 years. Although the company had given him the opportunity to debut immediately, Hansol wanted to wait until he reached his full potential.

While Hansol originally was the leader of the group (since he already had a fairly stable music presence), he had to product all their music. This ate up leadership time, which Hansol was having difficulty in managing. Besides, he thought that Taehee was more mature than him and thought Taehee would do a better job as a leader. Hansol ended up handing the leader role to Taehee before debut.

Hansol's production has been praised by critics, fans, and other producers. His vision for the song helps the group distinguish themselves from the other acts in the entertainment industry and create their own identities as a group. Sometimes he writes songs with Biho (or by himself) to better convey his emotions onto their group's album.

Hansol is the group's ace: he can sing, dance, and even rap. He's equally talented at singing and dancing, so he decided to take main positions for both skills. In his singing, Hansol has a high-pitched voice that makes it easy for him to hit high notes and belt to his heart's content. In fact, many of his lines in the songs are his adlibs (which give the song that extra spice).

Hansol's dancing style is sharp and energetic. There's a lot of power in his movements with playful facial expressions (in contrast to Yooha's powerful, sexy style). This allows him to steal the spotlight when the group has a playful and upbeat comback (think "Energetic" by Wanna One, "Sha La La" by Pentagon, and "BBUSYEO" by ONEUS). His bright grin is enough to light up the entire stadium while keeping fans engaged throughout the performance.

The group's debut turned out pretty successful thanks the Hansol's YouTube fanbase. With his enlarged presence, Hansol is the "Face of the Group"-- the most recognizable member to the general public. While he isn't the most popular within his group's fans, Hansol is the most liked across the general public.

Hansol's personality around fans is very bubbly. He loves playing up his cute, boyish charms to win over the fans (especially when they drool over Yooha). There's a lot of winking, heart signs, pouting, and hugs whenever Hansol interacts with his fans.

Within the group, Hansol is the baby. Although he isn't the youngest, he acts the most immature. He's always nagging the other members and trying to prove his manliness, but it's more like a puppy trying to intimidate a pack of wolves.

For side projects, Hansol would have a solo debut. He'd produce all the music on his album while collaborating with Biho for songwriting. Since it's his solo career, Hansol would have much more creative control-- allowing him to fully explore every corner of his artistry. He plans to continues his solo career long after the group disbands too.

Position: Lead Vocalist, Rapper, Songwriter, Visual, Maknae

Biho was the 3rd member to join ST Entertainment. Out of the 4, he was the only one who submitted a formal audition tape to ST Entertainment and got accepted through the traditional audtion process. What made his audtion special was that he performed his own song-- a love song to his future lover. The judges absolutely loved his vibe and voice, so they couldn't pass this opportunity.

When Biho became a trainee, he always felt insecure about his skills. Even though he was talented, Biho was training with the likes of Taehee and Hansol, who were already experienced and seasoned professionals. Biho thought he'd be holding his group back, but the other members assured him that his presence made a significant impact on the group.

And honestly, it really did because Biho wrote most of their songs. His lyrics were both thought-provoking and poetic. He was never afraid of writing music about the things on his mind (whether it was love, fear, anger, or sadness). However, editing the lyrics took a lot of time as Biho only wanted to make the best content for his fans. Sometimes he lets Hansol write music with him.

Biho's strength lies in his singing (like most of the other members). His voice is soft and breathy, almost like a lullaby wrapping you in a soft blanket. No matter how you're feeling, Biho's voice is guaranteed to calm your nerves and take to your safe place.

Biho is also known for his looks. Although Yooha is the group's top model, Biho's face is the perfect canvas for all types of makeup styles. Although he doesn't realize it, fans love the duality between his soft persona and his darker one. Many are surprised that Biho is able to make the switch for sexier concepts and absolutely die when he does.

However, Biho shines the most with soft boy concepts. It's the image that he's had for the longest and is most comfortable with. Besides, the more thoughtful and heartfelt songs are where his lyrics get to shine through-- making him extra happy. For reference, the best examples of soft boy songs that suits Biho would be "Spring Day" by BTS, "Don't Wanna Cry" by SEVENTEEN, "Blue Hour" by TXT.

In fan interactions, Biho is extremely warm and a tad bit shy. He's always blushing when fans compliment him and showers his fans with a bunch of love in return. He likes to take his fans' hands and sincerely thank them for their support because his group would be nothing without them.

In fact, Biho is the most likely to get emotional while performing. The fact that there are so many people who are willing to listen to his music and his message is something that he could barely dream of. He will be forever indebted to their kindness, which is why he tries go provide his fans with all a lot of content (lives, Q+As, pop-up fansigns).

In the group, Biho isn't much different. In fact, he's the member whose idol persona matches his real personality the most. He's always cheering hisnother members from the side and gushing about how amazing they are. Sometimes he likes to throw an occasional jab at Yooha though (especially when Yooha is feeling himself too much).

For side projects, Biho is working on a book! He already has a collect of poems that was published, which has recieved high praise from critics and other poets. He also spends time writing songs for other groups, especially ones that come from small, poor companies.