#why? just curious. i uh. i don't know why you do. i appreciate you supporting me and my current (and let's be real. permanent) obsession

[transgender-catboy]

This is my girlfriend :3

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Guilty Gear time! While I wait for Baiken, could I ask for some available Guilty Gear characters helping their S/O train?

(Guilty Gear: Strive) Elphelt, Potemkin, Millia, and May training their S/O

Every single person in this list goddamn terrifying to be on the opposite side of, even for a training exercise. Also, this is the first GGS post, apologies if there's OOC!

(Elphelt) "Alright! Let's get rehearsals in today!"

(S/O) "Um...You know I meant for fighting right? Why are you handing me a guitar?"

(Elphelt) "...W-Wait, I thought you said you wanted to train! Oops! I guess you can use that to block!"

(S/O) "I don't think there's any guitar in this world that can block your attacks!"

Elphelt doesn't mind teaching her S/O self defense, because at the same time it allows her to have fun with them, and make sure they can't get hurt!

It's a win-win!

Though the result usually ends with S/O flat on their ass, but she's careful enough to not seriously harm them.

Other than their pride.

(Elphelt) "Don't worry, S/O! I know we can get you to knock me down soon, you're doing super well for just a single day of training!"

(S/O) "Hah, I suppose it'll be an accomplishment of it's own for managing to land a single hit."

(Elphelt) "That's the spirit!"

Potemkin hates fighting, but in the service of protecting others, he doesn't hesitate.

And in terms of a friendly match, he doesn't mind. At least when the opponent isn't the person he loves.

He's very aware of his own strength, and even more aware if he's not extremely careful, he could end up doing more than hurting S/O.

(Potemkin) "I apologize, but I must refuse this request S/O. I cannot spar with you."

(S/O) "I'm not asking you to launch me into the air, I just want to make sure you don't have to worry about me in case I get attacked!. Just a little self defense practice is all!"

(Potemkin) "Even the slightest hit from me can be enough to knock you through a building."

(S/O) "W-Well...alright, fair enough."

(Potemkin) "Though, the sentiment is appreciated, at least."

Part of him was slightly curious to see if S/O could perform his Heavenly Buster, but that was a thought for another day.

Millia is against the idea of teaching her S/O how to fight like her.

And the fact she was an assassin was the least of her worries, not even considering the other things she had been a part of, including her cursed hair.

But at the very least, Millia supports the idea of S/O being able to defend themselves, at least enough to get them to safety.

(Millia) "Very well. However, I will not go easy on you."

(S/O) "Good, I don't want you to! Go ahead and throw a punch at me!"

(Millia) "...You don't want that."

Millia obviously does not use her hair once, only using her pure martial abilities to constantly sweep S/O off their feet, and catching their fists.

Though the progress is understandably slow, S/O is getting better each spar.

And that is enough to keep Millia's mind at peace.

May is ecstatic to teach S/O how to fight, if it means that they can help out even more in the Jellyfish Pirates!

(May) "Alright, day's young, let's get started!"

May rolls her shoulders as she puts the massive anchor on her shoulder.

Making S/O's eyes widen.

(S/O) "U-Uh, you're not going to use that thing on me, are you?!"

(May) "Well, how else are we going to train?...Oh, wait! I have an idea!"

May put her Anchor away and suddenly whistled.

(May) "STARTING 3-2-1, MISTER DOLPHIN!"

The next thing they knew, S/O was hit in the face by May riding Mr Dolphin.

Many a training session passed with S/O repeatedly getting hit in the face by various aquatic animals.

Most of the crew, including Johnny, is amazed that S/O's bones haven't been shattered by repeated blunt mammal trauma.

[kira-broflovski]

Let Your Hair Down || Kyle Broflovski x Reader

note: jewfro appreciation!! characters are in high school

It was Thursday!

In other words, it was an important day for both you and your boyfriend, Kyle. Thursdays for the two of you were date nights.

This exact day was extra special, however. After school, there was a school basketball game which he was playing in and he invited you to come watch him. Of course, you agreed.

So there you sat in the stands, the anticipation of seeing him made you tap your foot quickly.

Then, the school's basketball team finally came out and everyone from your school cheered for them. Most of your grade had shown up to support them, knowing they were going to wipe the floor with the rival school's team.

You easily spotted Kyle with his fluffy, green hat. Why was he still wearing it?

Thinking for a moment, you realised in the couple months you had been dating and the years you have known him... you had never seen his hair.

You noticed he was looking for you in the stands, and his face lit up when he spotted you, his heart beating faster when he realised you were wearing the jacket with his last name and number on the back. Naturally, you decided to smile and wave at him, so he did the same back.

However, doing that drew attention to him from none other than the coach.

"Broflovski! What are you doing wearing that damn hat?" The coach bellowed, making a few of your classmates and most of the other school laugh.

"It's cold, sir."

"You're wearing a vest and shorts, it can't be that bad." This only made everyone laugh at Kyle more, which started to worry you.

"Uh-"

"Take it off, Kyle."

"But, sir-" the poor boy got cut off again.

"Take the stupid hat off, or you can't play!" Coach yelled, startling most of the team. Uh oh.

Begrudgingly, he took his hat off and shook his head to try get his hair's volume back after wearing the hat all day. The way his red hair seemed to bounce so perfectly had stunned you.

He was almost afraid to look at you, in case you were judging him. What was going through your mind was quite the opposite: you couldn't take your eyes off of Kyle.

He managed to look over at you when he scored, and his mind was put at ease when he saw you staring at him, starstruck, and cheering him on.

Outside, after the game, you ran up and threw your arms around him.

"I'm so proud of you, Kyle!" You gushed. You noticed his hat was back on, but you didn't mind.

"Thanks, Y/N." He pulled you close to him and smiled. He just couldn't be happier as the two of you stood there, enjoying each other's embrace, and you had stood there so long that everyone else had left already.

Finally pulling away, you were looking closely at the freckles that were dotted around his face. They made him all the more cuter, so you couldn't resist lightly peppering his face with little kisses. His shoulders slumped at all the affection: he felt so at peace with your arms around each other.

"Let's go back to mine, shall we?" He suggested in a low voice. "I don't want to waste the night out here."

The two of you walked hand-in-hand to the Broflovski residence. You quickly stopped to greet his parents before being dragged up the stairs by your boyfriend.

"What's the rush, Kyle?" You laughed. It's not like you were complaining, you were just curious.

"I just want you so bad," he sighed and stared at you with adoration.

"Then you can have me," you whispered in his ear, sending a welcome shudder down his spine.

Once again, your arms were around each other, but both pairs of hands wandered more freely thanks to the fact you had much more privacy in the comfort of his bedroom.

Your arms were around the back of his neck, wanting so desperately to feel his hair in your hands. Meanwhile, his hands had made their way to your waist and his grip tightened with every deep kiss.

While he leaned down to kiss you, pinned against the wall, one hand quickly threw off his hat while the other remained on your waist.

However, your legs started to grow tired and he took notice of your knees buckling underneath him, so what did he do? Pick you up and carry you over to the bed of course!

The makeout session continued, with you slightly pulling on his hair and his hands wandering all over your body.

Growing tired once more, the two of you slowly pulled away and let out heavy breaths while just staring. When he knew it was okay to do so, he let himself flop onto you and his whole body weight acted like a weighted blanket. You could feel his content smile in the crook of your neck.

"You really make me feel things I've never felt before," he laughed breathlessly.

"I can say the same for you." You responded.

Rain started to drizzle against the window, and you watched it with wandering eyes while your hand made it's way back to his hair, just more gentle this time.

You couldn't even explain why you liked his hair so much, instead you just opted to whisper, "so soft."

Kyle could hear the smile in your voice, so naturally the grin he already displayed got wider. "You really like my hair that much, huh?"

"Mhm."

"You're so cute, Y/N." He finally looked up at you, seeing your bashful smile and the swollen lips that wore the smile.

"I'm too tired to even bother disagreeing," you laughed. "Should we watch something?"

"Sure."

Tender moments like this were moments Kyle would never change for the world, even with your obsession for his hair and freckles.

[cowboysandpilots]

Little bradley has been through a lot of changes in his very short life so of course he has a lot of questions all the time and he asks Ice if him and Mav are his dads, technically he knows they’re his dads but life is confusing to a child, and Ice is hit with the sudden realization that he has a son

One of the things that Iceman loves most about Bradley is how curious he is. The little man has questions about anything and everything, which Ice is always happy to answer as best he can. Sometimes, there are questions where he has to fib a little or embellish on the answers, like when Bradley asks, "Why doesn't the sky fall on us, Papa?" or "Where do thoughts come from?" both of which had a lot of follow up questions that neither Ice nor Mav was ready for or able to answer.

Tonight, after getting Bradley ready for bed and tucking him in, came another question. Ice lay, propped up a little beside Bradley above the covers and slowly closed the children's book he had been reading– Charlottes Web. He expected to look over and see Bradley with his eyes closed or at least sleepily trying to keep them open and failing, but what he got was two big, bright eyes peering up at them with that sparkle they always got before he asked a question.

"Are you and Mav my dads?" Bradley asks, with zero lead-up as unfiltered kids often do, and Ice is thrown by the question.

"Buddy, you know that Nick is your dad." Ice reminds. They had tried to involve Nick and Carole in any space they could, even though they had both passed on and named Ice and Maverick his godparents.

"I know, but mommies and daddies take care of you, and you take care of me. My teacher says you can have more than one mommy and daddy who take care of you. Sophie has two mommies and two daddies 'cus her mommy and daddy don't love each other anymore."

Ice listened intently to Bradley babble on. He remembers the day that a little girl in Bradley's kindergarten class, Sophie, told him that her parents were getting divorced. Little Bradley had come home in tears asking Ice if he and Mav were going to get divorced. That prompted a lot of calming explanations and then a follow-up discussion about how they weren't really married because two men weren't allowed to get married. Still, they loved each other very much and were just about as married as they could be without the special piece of paper.

The older man thought about it for a long time. He loved Bradley like a son, and Bradley did call them 'daddy' and 'papa,' he still also called Nick 'daddy' when they talked about him too. They were raising the boy as their own and had all the paperwork to prove it. "Yeah. Yeah, kid. Mav and I are your dads." He relinquished with a smile. "You okay with that?"

Nodding eagerly with a bright smile, Bradley cuddled into his side. "Uh-huh. I love having lots of mommies and daddies who love me."

Ice's smile never left as he carded his fingers through Bradley's curls. "We do. We all love you so much. We're proud to be your family, Bradley. Never forget it."

KOFI  AMAZON WISHLIST 

*Gifts and support are very, very appreciated but not at all required. I'm just happy you're here. ❤️*

[lollahazadi]

Why do men take so long to mature? (short)

Warning: contains double meaning and a bit of verbal violence, let's say I wasn't having a good day, blame it on this lasat that I love and drives me crazy 💜

💜I mean, this particular Lasat isn't 🤦‍♀️, but he's still a man! Kanan made a proposal for Ezra to become a trained Jedi and this automatically integrates him into our team. I heard stories told by my father about this creed and the heroic acts of these people in the clone wars, the only Jedi I knew up close was our leader. So I was curious to see the boy's training up close, but when I climbed up the hatch, I saw Zeb shaking the boy and bullying him while he was training: "Come on kid, do something, amuse me, use the force! 🥴 o What? I can't believe he's messing with the poor guy."The circus opened early, didn't it?" I wanted to know, showing disgust by looking at him as I balanced on top of the Ghost and placed my hands on him. my waist. Zeb turns his head and looks at me without any guilt for playing"Good morning to you too, little girl" he smiled and then rolled his eyes as if I was talking nonsense, I reacted"Are you going to start? You gave the boy a chance and came to be on top of me, don't call me a little girl, respect me.” I asked, insulted, but not to the point of getting excited, jokingly, and early in the morning, of course!"Calm down girl, I was just trying to cheer you up, I saw you woke up in a bad mood, you ate this morning, right?" He played with his wrinkled face without shaking. I threw the shuttlecock he threw back, but it was hot:"Be quiet" I turned around "I'm not kidding and neither is Ezra" I pointed to the blue-haired boy who until then was paying attention to the discussion, he asks Kanan"She can stay" Ezra says without objection "But does he have to be here?" he asked irritably, looking displeased with Zeb who was just laughing and me looking seriously at the playful lasat. Kanan says distractions will always happen and he needed to focus on training. For me, Ezra would have my support:"Honey, you can pretend I'm not here, that WE're not here" I emphasized, shooting Zeb with blaster eyes. Kanan says: "I appreciate the motivation, but he has to learn to work around distractions and obstacles"The green-eyed humanoid responds:"I don't think what you want is going to happen..." Zeb looks at me from head to toe and then at Ezra, who immediately looks away trying to focus on Kanan. I was about to demonstrate an unpublished chapter of (Why Do Men Live Shorter?)"Garazeb, you're wanting to get punched, aren't you?!" I shouted, walking heavily towards him, but he showed no fear, until the ship rocked a little and I was forced to stop immediately.

Zeb laughs when he sees me unable to hit him and puts his arms around his waist. “You better be careful girl, that wind could blow you away…” Zeb retorts, mocking me. My eyes made a small twitching movement, I was offended, irritated and surprised! But I took a deep breath and asked Zeb for a favor "Hey, can you do something for me?" and I said each word slowly "fuck you…" Kanan cut me off with his arms up “Hey, hey, sir and miss, there are children on the nave terrace.” Ezra objects: "Uh Kanan, now that plate is about to pick up!" Ezra says frustrated thinking he would hear a shack or something. Looking at the boy, I came to my senses: "Yeah, he's right, no exaltation in front of the boy", Kanan snaps his two index fingers and thumbs as if he were calling a loth cat "Hey, let's focus here? Please? Thank you, Ezra, let's get started" Zeb whispers "I have no guarantees I'll be polite" he laughs mischievously and looks at me, wanting to make me lose my head. I frowned back and looked at him for a long time as I walked carefully, arousing muffled laughter from Zeb, who was clearly making fun of my difficulty in staying upright, but before I could say anything I heard a (auh), I found out. which was Chopper running over Lasat's feet, the droid made a sound that could be considered a laugh, after Zeb recovered from the pain he said "we'll talk inside your trash can" he banged his fist and I walked past Zeb calmly and smiling I scoffed at him as I grabbed Chopper's little mechanical arm "thank you, tin boy" I thanked him gently as the mechanical star helped me walk across the surface of the Ghost.

Now I felt that the training was going to be taken seriously. Kanan wanted Ezra to practice lightsaber blows to get rid of the throws that would be made by Chopper, he brought a crate full of empty milk cartons, they would be used to be thrown at the boy, I thought, now, the boy was going to evolve. Chopper started the throws, Ezra was not there and defending as Kanan would have liked, the packages hit Ezra squarely " oh no.." I thought and with pity I said " Hey Chopper, slow down…" Kanan interrupted "Unfortunately the enemy will not reduce the intensity of the attacks" and the worst thing is that he was right, but… wasn't he demanding too much from the boy??? Like, he could take it easy, now that he's starting to understand about this Jedi stuff. As he reflected, Chopper's attacks did not cease.

I thought it could get worse, and I dare say that was the damn moment I thought about this possibility, I look at Zeb and he explicitly reveals to me that he is trying to play in bad taste, he looks at the box and then at me, shaking his head slowly (yes) . I moved too, but suspiciously and swaying (not) slowly, he insisted but a little faster, I followed the rhythm, expressing a serious no with my head, he didn't stop! my head started to hurt (the bitching started) I thought and concluded that there was no way to stop: He quickly took the package and said while I looked at him in disbelief "that's it, boy. Use your body to slow down this rubbish" Oh no, he He already called the boy trash! I shouted in protest: "Stop! Leave the boy! What are you doing?" and there he goes, throwing everything he had at the unfortunate apprentice. And Chopper was contributing to this by throwing boxes and more boxes wildly and Ezra wasn't balancing himself perfectly to counter the blows. I couldn't believe that Chopper also joined in on the fun "The bonfire is burning and you're throwing firewood, right?!" 😑

And Kanan seemed frustrated and disappointed at the same time, wondering that Ezra wasn't concentrating as he should, the boy was struggling miserably against the thrown trash, the more he struggled to protect himself, the faster the objects flew at him, hitting him more and more. more. Zeb was amused by Ezra's misfortune while I felt sorry for the unlucky boy. Garazeb takes a package and tries to put it in mine hand saying "try the fun ha ha ha" he suggested laughing, I was intrigued by this attitude and opened my mouth in the form of the letter o, I gritted my teeth and slapped his gigantic hand in refusal "I WANT THAT NO" and the rubbish bounced around the terrace "because you're such a kid, huh?? stop nonsense before something shit happens" Zeb asks me without scruple and with irony "Karabast, why are women usually so emotional and specifically, why are girls so emotional?" with a disgraceful emphasis. Zeb wasn't the sexist type or made light of the opposite sex, but I was sure he only said those things to make me blush in anger and he succeeded and I shouted: "I'LL HIT YOU ZEB!!!" I said, determined to take the life of the only lasat I knew "do you want to be erased from the galactic census?! Do you?!"

"Lollah, you don't feel like doing that, do you?" Zeb asked thought-provokingly. “You don’t have the courage…” "I have!" I said with conviction "the greatest desire in the world is to break you after this". Zeb jokes with me, from his tone, he was enjoying seeing me angry: "I'm sure that's not your wish" He said without mincing words "You like this type of dynamic" he laughs. "I don't like it, Zeb!" "Calling me by my name, Lollah?" he mocks "if he was mad, he would be cursing me anyway" my God, the way he calls me by my name is giving me butterflies! Or it could be stomach problems too, but I was getting furious: "It's because there are children on the terrace, you meiloorun head!!!" I screamed mercilessly. Zeb thought it was all funny, apparently. He pretended to be hurt: "Wow, that was hard, that was strong" "Go comb wookies Zeb, you're not even sad" I said without giving a damn. 🧨🧨🧨🧨🧨

As I prepared to kill him, Chopper still threw uncontrollably at Ezra, until the worst happened: Ezra, after so many blows from the packaging, lost his balance and ended up falling from the ship, making me and Zeb scream at the same time. "Kid!" We stopped everything, Kanan asked the two of us to go down and open the boarding ramp while he lifted the boy back with the Force for us to catch him. With the ramp open, we were ready to catch Ezra, Zeb stretched his hands to the edge and I held him by the other hand so he wouldn't fall. with irony he said "Your strength assures me, you know?" I hissed: "Be quiet and catch this boy! I can see him from here" I could see Ezra being taken through the air towards us and Zeb stretching to reach him. We hear a Kanan getting exhausted levitating Ezra, pressing Zeb: "Zeeeeb! you heard her! keep quiet and catch this boy!" It was the last thing we heard when Kanan gave in and ended up releasing Ezra from the levitation, making Zeb act quickly and grab the boy's hands "Got him!" . Which made me put my hands on my chest and sigh in relief. Zeb lifts the boy into the ship and they both fall, taking me with them and making me fall on top of his chest, I realized my position about 10 seconds later and I admit that I was a little embarrassed and Zeb didn't seem embarrassed, or he's probably pretending well. , whatnot . The same person said: "You don't look like you want to hit me now, right? Hehe" he placed his elbows on the ground. Honestly, no, I didn't want to hit him anymore, I think the adrenaline of saving the boy from a nasty fall and being cushioned by his robust body evaporated what I wanted to do before. I just wanted to get up, take a cold shower and eat something greasy to forget Zeb's childishness, which for a moment made me furious. It had already passed. So I said politely "if you'll excuse me, I need to get up" I got off of him, composing myself and going to do what I wanted since I woke up "I'm going to recharge.🥞🌮" When I got up, Zeb noticed that Ezra was also on top of him cushioned by the fall , which made him a little disgusted 🤭, Ezra didn't look happy either. As I disappeared down the ship's hallway, Zeb commented to Ezra, "I should have known she hadn't put anything in her mouth."

the violence here is verbal sorry kids

[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

The Sleepover (Part 7 of 11)

Wendy: "Uh... Spewart?"

Hariet: "He just went outside. Roy went out there, so I think he's checking on him or something."

Larry: "Oh. LET'S GO AFTER HIM AND APOLOGIZE!!"

Iggy: "Have you twits learned nothing about respecting Spewart???"

Hariet: "Um... Yeah, darlings, he probably needs time to calm down. While we wait for him to come back in, why don't we go... Watch TV?"

Morton: "Okay!!"

Spewart: "I saw you go out the front door, so I thought you were leaving, and I was wondering if you were okay!"

Roy: "I uh... Just stepped out here to smoke... Sorry--That's okay with you, right?? I should've asked first!"

Spewart: "It's fine!! Topper has asthma, so don't do it around him. But other than that, it's alright! I think Topper is in our bedroom with Ludwig..."

Roy: "I know..." *Sighs* "Speaking of Luds... Please don't tell him I was out here, okay? He thinks I quit doing this a long time ago."

Spewart: "Understood! Your secret is safe with me!"

Roy: "Thanks..."

Spewart: "So... Do you have any intentions to quit? I'm just curious."

Roy: "Yes!!! I'm trying to, and I don't smoke nearly as much as I used to! I'm just a bit stressed at the moment..."

Spewart: "I understand that... Hm......" *Hands Roy a pack of gum*

Roy: "Um... Thanks."

Spewart: "I don't know if you already chew gum, but if you don't, then I would really recommend it. It helped me out of... My habit."

Roy: "Habit? Did you smoke, too?"

Spewart: "I vaped... I started in eighth grade, and continued until just over a year ago. I was under the impression that it would help with stress, which I had a lot of at the time, for... Reasons. But really, vaping just made my stress worse. Yet I was eventually able to pull through and quit..."

Roy: "Wow......"

Spewart: "I believe in you, Roy. I know you can do this."

Roy: "How were you able to quit? I've heard you go to a therapist--Will I need professional help to quit?"

Spewart: "Not at all! I do go to therapy, even today, but I would credit all help quitting to my siblings for being so supportive!"

Roy: "Hm......"

Spewart: "I know that siblings can just seem like a bunch of... dufeses sometimes, but when you truly need them, they WILL be there for you. And think about it! You have over twice the amount of siblings that I do!"

Roy: "Yeah, but... I don't want Ludwig to know about any of this! And I don't trust any of the others not to tell him... I just want to quit without anyone knowing. Ever. Again, he thinks I quit forever ago! If he found out I had been lying for so long, he would be so upset!"

Spewart: "Well... You don't know that! I think Ludwig would be very understanding! He's not the type to get angered quickly."

Roy: "True..."

Spewart: "Also, it's likely he will find out one way or another... Don't you think it'd be better for you to tell him yourself than for him to discover it on accident?"

Roy: "I guess..." *Puts out his cigarette* "When do you think I should tell him?"

Spewart: "Whenever you see fit! Perhaps not right now during the sleepover..." *Chuckles* "But someday, when you're back in your own home... Find a time. Take him to a quiet location, and tell him softly. Make sure you let him know that you are willing to accept any help offered. And if possible, try to remind him that... You really care about him. Trust me, it will go a long way."

Roy: "...... Thank you, Spewart... I appreciate your help."

Spewart: "Of course! Now... Let's get back inside!"

[hungrydogs-if]

Hey, tol! I'm curious about VP's relationship with their family. Do they not get along? What do they think about the HDMC?

hey anon!

there's actually a choice in-game about the vp and their family, so it's very much up to the player! it affects flavor text and certain big scenes (trial, prison visits, the good stuff). there are a lot of nuances to it too, which means this post is about to get long lmao

they can be alive and well, involved in vp's life (good or bad). if the relationship is good, they'll always be worriedly suggesting that the vp find a better, uh, career path, so to say. maybe an office job? less danger. a bit overbearing at times, of course, but never snitching because they do love their child and are only worried. here their opinion of hdmc is wary, and they do appreciate that their child has found something worth fighting for, but still wish they could ease up on the criminal side.

however, if the relationship is bad, they can be quite toxic, demanding the vp to stop being edgy and get a normal job with a 401k, for god's sakes. leave the childish thug life and be normal. again, they wouldn't snitch because they don't want to be associated with the scrutiny that would follow. openly support the crackdown on gangs in san maro, which they do bring up around the vp. they hate hdmc with a burning passion, and would never act cordially to the members, and jeer at them whenever they cross paths.

if they're alive and estranged, they don't show up in the game. mentioned by passing of course, but you'll never see or talk to them outside flashbacks. here you can choose if they were good parents to the vp, or absolute assholes. perhaps the vp chose to leave and never look back, or maybe they disowned their child when they found out about the gang involvement. or then they just drifted apart, and vp decided to stay away to protect them; it all comes down to what the relationship was life before fallout. their opinion of hdmc is either hateful, or non-existent, depending on why they're estranged.

and if they're dead, well, they're dead. how? could be natural causes, could be something darker. san maro is crawling with drugs and violence, and the vp is a part of the problem. i love writing them guilty thoughts, or lack thereof. this is the only option that has its own cemetery scene though, if the vp wishes to either pay them respects, or spit on their grave. depends entirely what the relationship was like, again. could've been good, could've been toxic and abusive.

the characters also react differently depending on the family history too. dane knew/knows them, and has different opinions depending on how they treat(ed) vp. mona has met them if they're alive, and has her opinions, although they're much more logical and detached than dane's. sam is curious, no matter the path, and angel... well, you'll just have to see what they do, depending on the choice.

sorry this got long lmao, it's one of the biggest variables i have to code, but i feel like familial ties have a lot to do why vp is who they are, and should be added.

i just do love making more work for myself, huh.

thanks for the ask <3

[valentineforlemonandcherry]

helloooo 🤚🏼

Just here to say I absolutely loved part 7 of Joke's on You 😭 ! Reader meeting molly weasley was so sweet 🥲🥲

I'm glad you keep updating, even thought I feel like your work doesn't get as much attention as it deserves smh 😔

Do you know how much parts are left for this series ? (I'm curious to see how it will end but at the same time I don't want it to end 😭)

Have a great day !! 😗

Hello! First of all - this is such a cute message. ♥

Going to reply below the line, just in case anyone hasn't caught up on Joke's On You yet:

I'm so glad to hear that you liked Part 7 of Joke's On You! I loved writing about Reader/you meeting Molly, and how Reader assured Molly that Fred was a sweetheart. Reader and Fred have such a feisty relationship that the sweeter parts actually show up when they are talking to a third person (because they would never be so obviously complimentary with each other directly).

Also, I'm not sure what you thought when you read the chapter, especially because it isn't super apparent yet what Molly's significance is to Reader and Fred's relationship, but I imagine that it was a weirdly complicated meeting for Reader. I imagine a part of her was like, "Oh, shit. I totally forgot my 'boytoy' is someone's precious, innocent child, uh-oh..."

And, in previous chapters, there have been hints that part of why Reader is so serious all the time is because her parents aren't supportive of magic. To see Molly Weasley be so protective and supportive of her two trouble-making sons was probably a bit of a punch in the gut for Reader and explains why Reader was so flustered when Molly came up to her and thanked her so profusely.

I don't know exactly how many chapters there will be. I imagine it will ultimately come out around the 11 - 14 chapters range, but we'll see. We are closer to the end than the beginning, though, that's for sure.

Thanks again for your sweet message! I'm really happy to hear that you like Joke's On You and I appreciate you taking the time to tell me so. ♥ Have a great day as well.

[luvring]

The way they write Mc in LL makes me die a little inside because I am so similar to Felix and if I were actually there I would be GEEKIN out about the freaking taxidermied animals and the bugs and cool shit in jars and cheesy romance novels and like dressing.. in a way. Idk. I wanted to know what ur thoughts are about how Felix would react if mc was super excited and supportive of his “weird” stuff and actively wanted to participate, or maybe.. you know. Pulled out some bones and a jar of dead bugs from their bag. Not that this is related to my real life items.. aha. Idk I wear mostly black and have bone and big jewelry and have shelves dedicated to creepy stuff so I feel like I would get along well with Felix

— felix with an mc similar to him

THATS SOOO . [HEART EMOJIS] ANON. [handshake My Man meme] if i had bones i'd carry them around in my bag smh. that's so cool you're really out here!!

this guy has never appreciated somebody more than right now.

the first time he sees you in what you'd usually wear he's like 🤨? someone like me? 🤨

he asks about your jewelry and thinks it's so cool. the first taste of the bonding that was going to happen

the scene where you first go into his room :(

you're looking around and staring and he starts panicking but then !! you're like "felix this place is so cool what the hell?" and he glitches because that definitely wasn't what he expected

he's kinda,, iffy at first because you could be pulling a terrible prank. "you don't have to lie to make me feel better. i know all of this is...odd."

but you ask about his taxidermied animals and he says "i, uh, did them myself, actually," and he can see how excited you get so now you're both excited

the things he truly enjoys? that he's been scared/insecure about sharing with people for who knows how long? being appreciated and related with? he never thought he'd be able to experience this

he takes the time to talk about anything you point out and he's so happy!! he's always wanted to infodump about all of his preserved bugs and books and taxidermy and everything else

he's the friend you can go to for very niche information. like when you email a researcher about their work because there's a paywall

imagine if like, there was species of bugs and stuff that weren't in their world and he brings up being curious about researching things from ours. oh man time to shine

"oh really? say no more" "what are you—is that what i think it is" "if you were thinking a jar of bugs, then yes." "What else do you just Have on you??"

you spend the next few hours going through and talking about it all

he'd love to hear about where you got everything, why you have specific items, what people think, etc.

"if i ever find myself in your world somehow, promise to show me your own things?" "i thought that would be obvious but of course"

i just know felix would love to know about the circles of people who would adore everything he has going on. you need to introduce him to that thought immediately

if you ever wanted to watch or help him with some taxidermy he's actually a very good teacher! unlike magic which he has a natural talent for, taxidermy was definitely a learning process so he can give instructions/tips

if you work on one together it's immediately his favourite. you should name it i think

ohh reading books together :[ the bonding that comes with reading at the same time and getting together to gush/complain/cry. he has very strong opinions on everything so be prepared

would definitely be up for reading each other's favourite novels or exchanging annotated ones if you do that

you end up making so many inside jokes that people can't even,, guess what you're talking about. you always make eye contact when something related comes up. i love telepathy

anytime one of you finds something you can add to one of your collections you both get excited. even if it's small

"look at this beetle i found outside" "hell yeah. where are you going to put it?"

the normalcy felix gets to feel with you around is so...freeing. he gets to be all giddy and excited about things without worrying about being judged and it's so !!!!!!!!!!!!

gifts go crazy. if you gave him anything he'd be grateful but then you go and get him a specific novel that he's been looking for? a piece of jewelry that matches something you have? this man feels genuinely honoured that you remembered and put that effort in

he has specific spots for anything from you on a shelf and his desk

he always tries his best to make sure you feel as comfortable around him as he does with you, and to give you gifts that are just as thoughtful

sage and anisa just watch both of you ramble without a single idea of what's going on. they didn't really expect it, but they're very appreciative that at least one person relates to their friend the way you do

[neutron-stars-collision]

Closer

Neil x F!Reader

Summary: Plot what plot.

Warnings: 18+ (and I really mean it this time), they're both trying to dominate and I've no clue what's going on.

Author's Notes: Suppose this is what happens when an image won't leave you alone and you crave a self-indulgent one-shot... I don't even know, but this took remains of my sanity. Challenged myself with more graphic and this is what we ended up with.

Thank you Shet for reassurance through writing this and not having enough of my whining.

Feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you'll enjoy!

It is always the same. That brilliant idea to go for lunch and do a round of sightseeing in the afternoon because surely it wouldn’t be too bad. Right?

Well, whoever thought of that was owed an excruciating death in the fires of Hell. Or Orcus, as would be more appropriate for the current location. Who knew the Italian coast transforms into the Death Valley over summer? Sighing with exasperation, you waited not so patiently as Neil slipped the key card into the door and opened the room with a typical flourish. Feeling the constant trickle of sweat down your back, you pushed him inside unceremoniously and let the door close with a thud. As the cold air enveloped your body with the sweetest of embraces, you could not hold back a pleased groan.

“Fuck” the curse not enough to express the internal pain “Jesus fucking Christ, I hate this heat,” accentuating the meaning you aggressively lowered the aircon temperature to 18C “Did I mention that temps above 25 Celsius should be made illegal?” remembering about Neil’s presence, you glared at him.

It was his shit idea in the first place. And you were never letting that one go. He was staring at you with amusement glimmering in the blue eyes. Another reason to punch him in the teeth. Or something.

“More or less twenty times within the last hour, why?” answering your question, he opened the minibar and took out a bottle of water.

Nonchalantly perching on the desk, he took a longer sip, still watching you with curiosity. No remorse whatsoever over the tortures he put you through. Annoying.

But not more so than the sweat still running down your skin, making the fabric stick to your body in places you never deemed possible. When leaving the hotel three hours ago, the linen shirt sounded like a good idea. Now, with half of it drenched, you were sure nudity was the only viable option to go outside. Groaning with frustration, you tugged at the garment, grimacing at the feel of the damp fabric.

“God, everything just feels… wet” uttering the word with loathing, you added, “Like soaking wet,”

That got Neil’s attention. He glanced up with the lips slightly parted, one eyebrow raised.

“Everything?” a quick scan of your body, swallowing hard as though the suggestion triggered thirst that no water could quench.

Uh-huh. The irritation too high to give in just yet. Instead, you allowed yourself to sweep your gaze over his form leisurely. The only sign that he too was bothered by the heat was the glistening forehead and flushed cheeks. The usually fluffy mane tamed, strands sticking to the temples. Still devilishly handsome. With the long legs crossed and the blue polo shirt perfectly bringing out the colour of his eyes, he looked godly. Unfair. Prompted by that thought, you closed the distance and snatched the chilled water bottle out of his hand:

“It’s not like you’d get it, though. Even soaked in sweat you look like a bloody… male Aphrodite” throwing in the slight, you quickly downed the rest of the water.

Another look at your boyfriend was enough to assure you the metaphor worked. Neil was gaping at you, utterly puzzled, and then slowly looked down as if to check himself out. You snickered when he lifted the edge of the shirt and touched his abdomen with a dream-like expression. Fondly: idiot.

“Is that an insult or a compliment? Because I admit I lost you there” shaking off the stupor, he met your watchful gaze with a frown.

It was difficult to stay mad for much longer. And so…

“Whichever one you want,” shrugging, you unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the ground, “I need a shower. ASAP”

Without waiting for Neil to respond, you started taking off the shirt. With a disgusted sound, you threw it next to the skirt and positioned yourself underneath the AC. Still too many clothes. The noise of plastic bottle hitting the bin and then:

“Whoa…” the playful tone making you look up straight into the mischievous sparks in Neil’s eyes, “That’s giving me all sorts of ideas” he eyed you slowly, gaze taking in your body clad only in underwear.

Not that it was anything new. And usually, you would play along with pleasure, curious about where it might lead you this time. Now, however, that fire of annoyance burning bright still needed tending. And shower sounded much better than whatever Neil might offer.

With a huff, you reached to unclasp the bra and let it join the carnage in the hallway. One look at his hungry expression was enough to prompt an idea. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and, without leaving time to react, pressed the bathroom handle:

“I won’t lock the door” an off-hand remark rather than an invitation.

But you knew it would work. It always did.

Once inside, thanks to the striptease you indulged in, all that was left was to take off the panties and step into the shower. You turned on the rain head and sighed with happiness when the chilly water cooled off your body. That is what bliss felt like. You closed your eyes, contented enough to stand under the running water. Grounding yourself in the feeling of your palm pressed firmly to the tiled wall. A smug smirk spreading on your lips when, finally, you heard the bathroom door open and close. So predictable.

You kept your back turned to the entrance to the shower, eyes closed if only to keep up the act of mild irritation. Not so mild, in fact, but enough not to give Neil satisfaction by throwing yourself in his arms. He would have to work a little to get something out of it.

At first, a tentative touch running up your spine in the familiar expression of his presence. Enough to trigger the light flicker of passion. With the cold water, it was easy to pretend the goosebumps were not his accomplishment. Encouraged by your stillness, Neil took a step, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. A traitorous gasp swallowed with effort. You heard him chuckle lowly while slowly caressing your body. A puff of warmer air against the side of your neck:

“Ever since I saw you in that sundress, I wanted to do this,” Neil whispered the confession with confidence.

Lips grazing over the shell of your ear, alighting the nerve endings with precision. You knew which dress he meant. The clothing choice from a day earlier, haunting with an accompanying pride. Good to know.

“What exactly?” feigning nonchalance, you kept your hands pressed against the wall and the glass window.

For now, it was easy to ignore the need slowly pooling in your lower stomach. You wanted to keep on playing the game a little longer. To see how far he was willing to go.

Neil tightened the grip, winding both of his arms around your waist. No space left between you.

“Pull you flush against me,” the explanation complemented with a brave sweep of hand over your stomach “Feel your skin and curves under my fingertips” instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, the desire building up steady “Feel the way you shiver whenever I touch you like this” his fingers teasingly running up and down your navel.

The assumption was enough to give back that spark of annoyance. A fight to keep up the role a little longer. Struggling with the overwhelming breathlessness, you whispered back the question:

“Aren’t you giving yourself too much credit?” you reached behind you to run a ghostly touch over his hipbone.

Feeling the skin and the relishing in the shallow gasp. In retaliation, Neil let his hands venture higher, cupping your breasts and circling the nipples. Fuck. At that move, there was no way of stopping the shudder running through your body.

“Am I?” you heard the amusement in his voice, palms executing death perfectly.

Nothing left to do but sigh and press up against him in search of fulfilment. But the teasing was far from finished. You felt his lips experimentally glide over the nape of your neck, collecting the water droplets and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Searching for support, you firmly placed your hand on his hip, gasping at the feel of him pressing into your backside. The hardness never failing to cause a rush of excitement flowing through your body. As though sensing your growing arousal, Neil continued the teasing in a low, soft tone:

“I wanted to kiss down your neck, graze my teeth over your perfect skin” making his words come true, he trailed kisses down the nape of your neck.

A sigh each time he lightly bit your shoulder, a groan with every single butterfly touch along your shoulder blades. Carefully tiptoeing the line between animalistic passion and tender caress that seemed to define your relationship. Only this time, with anger still fresh on your mind, you began getting impatient, suddenly eager for him to speed it up. To give you something more substantial.

Using the strike of courage, you reached your hand further back, curious fingers dancing over him in the mildest of provocations. To give him a sign that patience was running thin. It worked for Neil let out a strangled groan and stopped the careful study of your neck with a painful hickey over the pulse point. That was bound to leave a deep red mark. He did not give you time to react, pulling you somehow even closer and delving the hand between your legs with ease:

“To slip my fingers between your thighs and feel how wet you are because of me,” the sentence murmured with an unmistakable tint of want hazing his mind.

He wasted no time, instantly parting your folds, collecting the arousal, and spreading it to ease whatever was bound to come next. The feeling was familiar yet still clouding your brain with need. Because now even the cold water was not helping the rising temperature. Nothing left to lose. Time to give in and take what he would offer. As he repeated the torturous move, barely touching your clit or putting pressure on the throbbing parts, you decided to take matters into your hands.

“And?” using the question as a distraction to encircle his wrist.

And raise the offensive hand to your lips. Licking his fingers clean before the water could. A sharp gasp told you it worked. Using the momentum, you turned around in his embrace and met the shocked, darkened gaze with a smirk of your own. Neil glanced at your lips as though tempted to collect the remains of your taste from them and locked his eyes with yours:

“Get down on my knees and have a taste of my favourite drug,” a murderous glint within the blue depths.

Knowing well enough how much you enjoyed that. How often you would ask for it.

Your thighs clenched on their own accord, anticipation heightening the senses. To find a brief relief, you rose on your toes and crashed your mouth into his, knowing Neil would meet you halfway. The tumultuous kiss filled with chaos, hunger, and need, betraying the love underscoring every other adjective befitting your connection. The tongues easily slipping in, curling around each other, seeking the ultimate pleasure.

“What’s stopping you?” after a long snog, you broke the contact and panted out, resting your forehead against his.

Allowing yourself a second of gentleness. Admiring the affectionate look in Neil’s eyes, you slowly caressed his body. Returning the previous torments with your dose of playfulness. Letting him remember that you were not the only one that was so ready. That the attraction was mutual, and you knew that very well. Explorative touches down his length, enjoying the way he swallowed hard and closed his eyes, trying to find the lost thread. After a beat, he met your gaze once again. The darkness startling.

“Nothing” using a second of hesitation, Neil took your courageous hand in his and searched your face, “Only… say please” the satisfied smirk added the wicked gleam to his face.

You considered scoffing and pushing him out to keep the pride intact. But… with the core practically dripping with the need for a release, that had to be forgotten. Clenching your jaw to stop the shame from springing up, you uttered the word with apprehension:

“… Please,” making sure to show him the extent of annoyance.

A retaliation already forming in your mind. Revenge would be sweet.

“Good girl” thought processes cut short with the two words.

Oh fuck. Simple, yet more effective than anything else. A jolt of want passing through your body as Neil tipped your chin, arrogantly pleased with himself. He could read you like a book, knowing well what praise would do. This time there was no holding back. No shame or reluctance.

“You fucking-” spitting out the words with annoyance, your rant got stopped with a finger pressed firmly against your lips.

“Shush,” the stern tone, shutting you up with yet another wave of arousal.

The steel look in Neil’s eyes only increasing the sensation. It was bound to get interesting. As if drawn by your dark stare, he closed the gap and captured your lips in a heated kiss. The water, running down, slipping in the gap between you, failing to satisfy the craving. Prodded by the sudden flash of need, you let your teeth catch Neil’s lower lip and tugged at it forcefully. A clear signal to stop stalling. Ending the contact with a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, he met your wild gaze with a calculating assessment. You knew the game well, frozen by the multitude of feelings. Not that it would’ve made him speed up. He enjoyed the control too much to give in.

A final searching look, your hand helplessly clinging to the gaps between the tiles.

“The louder, the better, you know that” brushing his nose over your ear, he whispered the command huskily.

Another reason to hold on tight. A flare-up of anger within your chest, mixing with the increasing frustration.

“I hate you,” you got as far as seething out the sentence before the voice died in your throat.

Neil grinned and lightly pushed you at the wall to give himself the needed space. Without wasting a moment, he started leaving kisses down your body. Gentle pecks on the shoulders, softening the previous damage. Tongue swirling around your nipples, causing a whimper to escape through your parted lips. Your free hand instinctively latched onto his head, finding an anchor in the wet blonde strands. Slowly, Neil inched his way down, kneeling at your feet, hands running up your thighs, creating sparks in their wake.

“Let’s see how long that holds true” he looked up, nothing but a smug smile and dark, hungry eyes.

Fucked. Terrifyingly so.

There was no time to react as he left a trail of kisses up your thighs, getting closer yet taking his time. And then, something you would never get tired of. The first, experimental kitten lick along your slit, parting the folds and spreading the arousal. As if that was needed. Lapping up everything you were offering and making you tighten the grip over his hair. Shocks passing through your body upon every single touch of his tongue. As you yanked on his mane with force, letting out a string of curses, Neil raised his head. Your eyes were drawn to the glistening lips which he licked clean with an unhidden expression of delight.

“God, how I love this taste,” the compliment aimed with lethal precision, satisfaction lighting up his eyes.

Only to pick up the action the very next second. Temperature constantly rising, no mercy given. It only got worse when Neil added his skilful hand to the mix. Stroking the clit, eliciting moans and gasps. Your eyes screw shut, focusing on the way it felt when his finger entered you and started curling inside in search of that sweet spot.

“Jesus fuck” the profanity escaping when he added the second digit, all the while letting his tongue circle the sensitive bud.

Chuckle vibrating through your core, the unoccupied hand contradicting the moment with tender strokes along your hip. As if to soothe and support.

The haze, getting heavier, overcasting everything with the tint of need. For a release. For that high, the explosion of pleasure you were slowly edging. The scales tipped with two fingers curling inside you, hitting the most sacred of places, and Neil’s lips sucking on the clit without moderation. Taking everything with eagerness and delectation.

With the heat almost unbearable and the edges of your vision darkening, you could only pull at his hair with force and rasp out:

“Neil, I can’t-” the intent lost in the outburst of pleasure.

Every nerve, existing to receive what Neil was offering. Every cell, burning with ecstasy. You could feel the incoming wave, ready to succumb to it without a fight. Until he raised his head once more, feeling your muscles clench around his fingers, everything synced up perfectly.

“Come… on. For me,” the emphasis not escaping your overflooded mind, gaze meeting his helplessly, “Don’t be shy” a whisper, darkness tinting the vowels.

The feeling of defeat, adding a dose of shame into the whirlwind, fuelling the ideas of vengeance.

But there was no time to concentrate when Neil finished the act with the third finger easing in. Tipping you off the edge with a piercing cry and a desperate tug on his hair. The strength of the pull making him groan loudly, tongue collecting the arousal with frantic moves. Pleasure flooding your vision. Nothing but the water, Neil, and his body, solid beneath your shaking hands.

Your knees buckled, the force of the aftershocks ripping through your system. Feeling the high course through the veins, you shut your eyes and let out quiet whimpers, unable to process the reality. Sex with Neil was always memorable, but it has never been this intense. Especially only for an entrée.

Feeling your body relax, Neil retracted the hand and placed a final kiss on your clit with saintly reverence. You opened your eyes in time to see him look up, the dark blue irises rimmed with long dark eyelashes. Adoration. Want. Weak from the strength of that release, your legs wobbled as you tried to change position. Foot slipped on the slick tiles, and you already anticipated the fall when an arm wound around your waist, pulling you upright. Startled, you barely comprehended when he got up and saved you, making use of the smooth moves and long limbs.

“Got you,” a whisper against your temple as Neil hugged you close, cradling your body with care, “Always” his gaze met yours, tenderness overshadowing every other feeling.

On reflex, you mirrored his soft smile in an expression of gratitude. For much more than saving your ass from the bruises. Despite the maelstrom of emotions, you gave in to the gentle moment and returned the embrace, pressing your cheek against his chest. Listening to the fast, familiar heartbeat, you whispered:

“You nearly killed me just now,” the breathless tint only giving evidence to the statement.

It’s not like he wouldn’t know. With screams like those, he had to. Neil chuckled, one of his hands venturing up to cradle your head, the other tracing shapes onto your back. Water flowing down with the steady stream, enveloping your embraced bodies in comfortable warmth.

“That wasn’t the intention,” he murmured, nuzzling the top of your head.

You could hear the pleased tone there, indicating what you suspected. Following the playful thread, you leaned back enough to meet his gaze and asked:

“What was it then?” a hand running through his hair, watching the strands darken when wet.

At the roots, his natural light brown colour was beginning to show, adding a surprising edge to his startling physique. For you, that meant another evening soon spent sat on the edge of the toilet seat, laughing at his attempts at dying the hair on his own. Those were fun moments.

Catching your absent gaze, Neil tipped your chin to bring you back to the present and then grinned:

“To show you how much I adore you,” the simple answer laid with a soft kiss on your lips, signing off the sentiment.

You opened your mouth to let his tongue in instantly, breathing in the air he was willing to share and relishing in the familiarity of the moves. Lips slowly gliding over each other, tongues caressing and teasing. This one was filled with tenderness, an expression of love and devotion rather than hunger. A breather.

Not for long. Using the kiss as a distraction, you switched the positions, making sure Neil would have his back pressed against the wall. For convenience’s sake. Breaking the contact, you whispered the single-worded response:

“Mutually,” unable to wipe the devilish smirk from your face, you waited for a beat to let him catch up.

Those widening eyes were a perfect cue to grin with satisfaction at the perfectly executed setup for the payback. Neil stared back at you with confusion deepening on his face, slowly taking in the reality. Finally, a single word, a prelude to the mountain of questions:

“What-” his brow furrowed, giving you the needed moment to step in.

“Vengeance,” you winked, and wasting no time, lowered onto your knees, “Let me just… now that’s a wonderful view” shifting into the most comfortable position, you gave him a long admiring look from the new vantage point.

It really was. Never failing to make you that tiny bit more eager and hungrier since the first time. Especially when knowing what he is capable of.

The flood of specific memories flushing up your cheeks and giving needed courage to begin. You glanced up, searching for consent, and met Neil’s hazed stare. He seemed transfixed as if already well under your spell, one of his hands mirroring your desperate move from minutes prior, clinging to the tiles in search of support. You raised an eyebrow in the silent question. Yes?

Please. The fervent nod accompanied by the way he swallowed hard was all you waited for.

Never breaking eye contact, you licked your lips thoroughly, all the while using your hands to stroke him lightly. Enough to elicit a gasp. Emboldened by the reaction, you opened your mouth, letting out a warm puff of air to tease him. Neil groaned, the free hand reaching out to cup your cheek with tenderness you did not anticipate. As if distracting himself, he brushed away the damp strands of hair sticking to your face and brushed the pad of his thumb along your lower lip. Gratitude. A signal to start.

A few kitten licks along the length, letting him get used to the sensation. Sharp exhales, muscles tensing. Upping the game, you started focusing on specific areas, using the sound cues and the way his hand tightened the hold over the nape of your neck. Now and then, you would look up to see the darkened pupils and lips parted in the purest expression of pleasure. The furrowed brow and the clouded gaze, telling you when the right time was to bring his tip into your mouth. Gently swirling your tongue around the head, savouring the taste with quiet hums. Stroking the shaft with one hand, you used the other to rake your fingernails over his abdomen. Returning the markings he inflicted earlier.

The string of curses leaving his lips amongst the moans and groans was a good indication that it worked. Noticing the hint of impatience in how he quivered, hips thrusting on an impulse, you slowly inched your mouth down his length, enveloping him as far as you could without it becoming uncomfortable. The answering loud moan told you it was exactly what he needed. Meeting his dark stare, you nodded, permitting him to start moving his hips. The adoration meeting desire in his eyes as Neil sped up. Adjusting to the pace he needed, you started sucking on him. Cheeks hollowed, tiniest of moans drawn out to let him know you enjoyed the act, tongue collecting everything he was giving, anticipating the end with a familiar heat pooling between your thighs once again. Because seeing him like this, was more exciting than you deemed possible.

Then his thrusts got sloppier, knuckles of the hand clinging to the gaps in the tiles whitening; groans replacing any other sound. Soon. Suddenly he seemed to sober up a notch, blinking twice as though forcing the brain to work and then rasping out:

“God, I’m going to-” the meaning interrupted by a whimper when you took the opportunity to increase the pressure by a notch.

You could see the ridiculous dilemma flash in the blue eyes as if he worried about something like that. As if he has not just devoured you like the god’s nectar. Certainly, an idiot. Continuing the bold strokes with your hand, you made sure to meet his gaze before echoing the encouragement:

“For me,” a hint of recognition reflected at you, adding the mischievous tint to your smile, “Please,” grinning widely, you quickly put your mouth back to the task.

Intensifying every move to make sure he would be satisfied. It did not take long. Neil moaned out your name breathlessly before he tensed and came with a shudder ripping through his body. The hand cupping your cheek fell onto your shoulder, fingers digging into the flesh with the force of the release. Swallowing every drop of what he gave you with delight, you made sure to show him the extent of satisfaction in your gaze.

Once Neil was done, he leaned heavily on the tiled wall, quick breaths escaping through the parted mouth. Eyes still clouded yet watching you constantly with evident fascination. Licking your lips clean, you accepted the hand he reached out to pull you up. Resting your palm over his racing heart, you leaned in close to whisper:

“Every inch a gentleman, I see” an appreciative glance down, as if he could miss the innuendo.

His eyes flashed, the familiar darkness creeping at the edge of the blissful fatigue. To your advantage, there was still a moment left of this more subdued Neil. Afterwards? Who knows. The spark of excitement lit up in your chest as you closed the gap and took him by surprise with a heated kiss. Pushing him further up against the wall and taking the lead with your tongue instantly prodding him to open. The grip on your laced hands, tightening as Neil started reciprocating the kiss with an equal eagerness. As if you both have been starving for each other. There was never quite enough oxygen to fulfil needs, and so, after few long minutes interrupted with stolen breaths and fleeting pecks, you broke apart, staring at one another with awe. Neil’s eyes wandered over your face with almost dream-like enchantment written all over.

“Wow,” he breathed out the word with a small smile creeping on the edge of his lips.

It was difficult not to grin back, overwhelmed with love for the man. With your heart close to melting from the tenderness and softness, you chose to strike:

“Is that all the praise I’m going to receive?” quirked eyebrow and feigned dismay.

If only to push him where you needed him to be. Because as much as this gentle and affectionate side of your relationship was everything you could have asked for, currently, you needed more. More than this. Using the palm pressed firmly against his chest, you trailed your fingers south, watching with satisfaction at the tiniest of twitches, betraying the hidden desire, confirming the assumptions. As if slowly waking up from the daze, Neil caught your curious fingers in his and raised your hand to lay a kiss on your knuckles. The playful glimmer already there.

“I’m afraid you stole my breath away. Again” a shrug with an apologetic tint to the tone.

As a contradiction to the meekness acted out, he let go of your hand and wound his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Pressing your bodies against each other, every curve and edge fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. Like two halves of a whole. You glanced up at him, trying to judge the current mood, finding nothing but beauty. The wet hair, sticking to the forehead, water dripping down the slope of his nose and onto the bruised lower lip. Up this close, he looked as if he belonged in Michelangelo’s workshop, fine features chiselled with precision. Ocean blue eyes framed with long and dark eyelashes drawing you in, the longer you kept on staring. Mouth curled up in a soft smile as if even the sight of your lovesick gaze was something he wanted to commit to memory.

With a sight like that, there was only one thing you could do. Feeling the need pulse in your veins, you reached out to turn off the water. It was time to act. Neil looked at you questioningly as if willing to follow the tempo you were about to set. Biting down on your lip, you met his gaze with poise.

“Good. Because that was rather… enjoyable” lowering down your voice, you noticed how his eyes widened; using the tricks learned from Neil himself, your hand ventured down once again “I love how you taste. The way you shiver as I make you come apart” as your fingers danced along his length, he gasped, a shudder running through his body “Sculpted by the gods yet falling into pieces at my command” whispering out the punchline, you gently stroked him to elicit a groan.

A satisfying response. Feeling courage surge through your chest, you smirked, observing as he seemed to absorb your words slowly. He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing with effort. The pupils widened, darkening the irises and bringing out the predatory flicker. Mission accomplished. Once again, his hand darted out, stopping your teasing with fingers encircling the wrist tightly.

“You’re asking for trouble,” the husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

You met his gaze, noticing the evident change. It was bound to get interesting. Once you tasted the power, it was hard to give it back. Stepping out of the embrace, you noticed:

“Am I? I thought we’re done here” without waiting for him, you made a move to exit the shower.

Knowing he would follow. You made it as far as grabbing the towel hanging on the hook and wrapping it over your body before his strong arms encircled around you from behind. Pulling you against his chest, just as it all began. Then, a whisper with lips brushing over your ear:

“We’re far from done” oh.

Good. You barely had time to react when Neil lifted you, bridal style, and opened the bathroom door with a kick. Bewildered, you looked at him with curiosity, relishing in the way he cradled you. Possessiveness and care making your head spin with the implications. However, you barely had the time to think of the right question when he stopped abruptly by the long desk lining one side of the room and set you down on the counter. Oh. Consciously adjusting the towel covering your body, you risked a glance at Neil. The blue eyes clouded with need; pupils dilated. The taxing gaze, sweeping over your figure like a predator measuring up the prey. Stunned into silence by the sudden tension, you mirrored his look and allowed yourself a self-indulgent stare, appreciating what the universe gave you in the form of your boyfriend. And his godly body, as you have more than once noticed. Finally, Neil took a step closer. You watched in fascination as his fingers danced along your collarbones and over the skin on your shoulders, taking additional time to brush the fingertips over the forming bruises on your neck. The distant look, telling you it was an open admiration of his work. A shiver ran up your spine, the anticipation of whatever might happen almost stifling.

“All that talk made me a little hungry” the remark made you look up, straight into the marvellous blue eyes.

Confirming the words, Neil slowly licked his lips, hand toying with the end of your towel tucked in to keep it fixed. With heart racing in your chest, you made sure to throw a suggestive glance at his body before asking:

“Only a little?” the dose of provocative tone to make sure he would be within your control.

Because the level of arousal on his side was startling. Impressive, too.Your mouth watered at the sight, thighs clenching tighter together to somehow ease the ache pulsing between your legs. At once, you wanted him to ditch the games and take you this moment, and to wait, to extend the fascinating duel of passion.

Neil gave you no time to consider which one was more tempting, for he used your moment of reverie to tug at the towel to unravel it in one move.

“A lot” the answer perfecting the move with precision.

Fuck. Next thing you knew, you were sat on the towel, naked once more with no way of hiding from him and his look of starvation. Neil closed the remaining gap, blocking your escape and caging you between his arms, palms resting on either side. One last long look as if judging the best course of action before he parted your knees by inserting a leg between your thighs. A hand delving in the newly opened space, drawing out a sigh from your lips as you stared in complete fascination, frozen with the thrill of curiosity and need running through your veins. The pulsating core dripping with desire for him, shame missing from the equation when Neil finally gave in to the pull and slipped a finger between your folds. You knew how bad it was from the single look at his face. The determination slipping for a split second to give way to surprise, a short gasp soon replaced with the smirk worthy of the Lucifer himself. The daring finger parting your inner lips in a teasing move before he raised the hand to his lips, never taking the gaze of you:

“You’re still soaking wet for me,” a remark thrown with something close to mockery.

A flash of anger burning in your chest; mouth opening to prepare a retort. Only to freeze once more when Neil grinned, the hand glistening with the signs of your disgrace licked clean, mirroring your brave actions from not that long ago. Double fuck. A groan, interrupting the train of thought, that spark of irritation helping you to gain back the momentum. A look down his body offering the needed cue:

“Says you” raising one eyebrow, you reached out to repeat the lazy strokes from before.

The deepening darkness in his eyes luring you in, tempting you to push him further than ever before. If only to find out what he is like without any restraints. Without care or apprehension. Only the animalistic lust and craving left. Noticing the familiar hungry glow, you increased the intensity of your moves, smile widening when he let out a frustrated growl and slapped your hands away. In a flash, Neil wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your bodies flush against each other.

“Careful, or I might-” his voice lowered to a whisper, the husky tone reverberating through your chest.

It was the unspoken threat and the way it felt when he pressed against your navel that made you take up the initiative. Leaning back enough to catch his eye, you interrupted the sentence:

“What?” a challenging smirk to irk him further; your legs wrapped around his waist “Destroy me. Fuck me senseless” completing the request by rubbing over him openly, showing the extent of need “Wrap that hand around my neck and take what’s yours” the addition breathed out with the scarlet tint on your cheeks.

Neil let out a whine as you pressed up against him, lacing your hands on the nape of his neck to get better leverage. He hesitated for a split second, hips already responding to your teasing with fleeting twitches. Somehow you knew what was missing. Leaning back, you tilted his chin to lock the gazes. Depths of lust enveloping your mirroring looks.

“Please,” the word dropped in between your lips, separated by a breath of space.

The trigger.

You could barely perceive his actions. The bottom lip caught between his teeth, a forceful thrust eliciting a sharp cry from your throat. Gentleness was left behind as he filled you up in one single move, stretching out your walls and making you gasp. Searching for something to hold on to, you grasped the edges of the desk, helpless gaze locked on his dark eyes without a break. Neil slightly shifted, one hand travelling up your chest to wrap loosely around your neck. Exactly as you asked. The other palm, pulling you closer around the waist, finding the needed grip. A shudder coursing through your body, the core clenching around him in the most basic of reflexes. An irked sigh escaping through your lips was all he needed to begin.

No kissing or hesitation, just the rough rhythm, delving deep into your centre with each thrust, hitting the perfect spot without tenderness. Each move complemented by your moan, pleasure flooding in, making you forget about everything that was not Neil. His gaze was fixed on you, watching with visible fascination how his tip disappeared between your folds with every thrust. The chokehold, tightening a little, increasing the frenzy, and hazing your mind with need. Only once you got used to the set tempo could you shift the position, placing your hands on his biceps. Digging in the nails to show how well that was working. Increasing the intensity of his moves, Neil groaned, his hand tightened over your neck. A clear signal to let you know who is in control. Obedience. Only, you were not that keen on compliance.

With sweat trailing down your body and your arousal wetting the conveniently placed towel, you decided to reach out for more. An assessing look, taking in Neil’s widened pupils and the startling resolve painted on his face. The clenched jaw, highlighting the sharp angles. Split lip from how he bit into it, drawing out blood. Unable to take your gaze off from his mouth, you used the second of hesitation to get closer and crash your lips into his in a hard kiss. Neil gasped, surprised by the shift, opening his mouth underneath your prodding tongue in an instant. Syncing up the way your lips glided over each other with his thrusts, you used the opportunity to gain back the lead. Meeting him halfway, relishing in the groans he let out against your mouth. And then, grabbing a fistful of his blonde locks, still damp from the shower, and leaning in to whisper into his ear:

“Harder,” the word dropped with certainty.

A further act of temptation. To see what Neil would be capable of if you drove him to the edge.

You did not have to wait long to find out. Tightening the chokehold, he sped up the movements, delving into you with a force that was ripping cries from your lips. The lascivious sounds filled the room, moans, and gasps interrupting the tempo. Soon it was nothing but the eruption of pleasure every time he hit the spot, making you rake your fingernails over his shoulder blades, deepening the marks and bruises. Using the grip you had over his shoulders, you changed the angle, bringing your pelvises together with every thrust. That seemed to be what Neil needed. He groaned, hand shifting from its position on your neck to grasp your chin and force you to lock the gazes. The feral look in his eyes, making you clench your muscles around him, giving in to the waves of feelings coursing through your body. It was that perfect balance between tempting darkness and astonishing want that you found reflected that was the final push you both needed.

Neil’s tempo waned, shuddered breaths coming out through the parted lips, watching you closely as if the ecstasy written all over your face was a drug he could not get enough of. A string of curses replacing the silence with their harsh simplicity. The grip over your waist tightening, fingers digging into your skin, bruises confirming the facts. His. Just as he tensed, moaning your name with the desperate tint to the tone, you captured his lips in a kiss. Hoping to take the edge off, to give him what he needs. Neil responded by biting hard into your lower lip, pleasure exploding before your closed eyes as he came, a shudder running through his body. Cradling you closer, breaking through the roughness and betraying the underlying feelings. Love, want, need.

It was the sensation of having him come inside you and the harsh kiss that did it. You whimpered, his name and love confessions on the tip of your tongue, spilling out in the silence. Hiding face in his neck, you stiffened, the force of the orgasm ripping through the fracture of reality. Nothing but the overwhelming euphoria, darkness underneath your eyelids dotted with stars. Neil’s skin underneath the shaking hands. His warmth enveloping you in the gilded cage of safety. Completeness. As you came to, riding out the high with your face pressed against the crook of his neck, you heard his soothing voice whispering sweet nothings, nuzzling your head. The tender ‘I got you’ and ‘I love you’ filling the quiet moment with reminders about your perfect reality. With a sigh, you slowly unravelled from the embrace; arms still wound around his body to prolong the touch. As your gazes met, the previous darkness was nowhere to be found, replaced with a soft smile and affection pouring out of his blue eyes. Cupping your cheek, Neil whispered the question:

“Alright?” he searched your face as though worried something could be amiss.

Fighting with the breathlessness, you chose to give him a grin first before responding:

“Yeah,” trailing your fingers down his chest, relishing in the peaceful moment, “Christ… You should fuck me like this more often,” the straightforwardness getting out without a hitch.

After what just happened, it was no big surprise. Neil did not seem shocked either his eyes glimmered playfully, as he traced the outline of your lips with the tip of his finger:

“Your wish is my command, darling,” the low murmur complimented with hand tilting your chin upwards to capture your lips in a kiss.

A slow and gentle one, softening the bruises and cuts, eliciting a contented sigh from your throat. Afterwards, you rested your forehead against his for a split second, soaking in the feelings. After a beat, you finally leaned back, acknowledging the mess on the hotel room floor covered with your clothes. The bathroom door was left ajar with the ventilation running. The towel you sat on, ruined. Wet hair trailing droplets down your naked body, mixing with the layer of sweat. A frown invited itself onto your face.

“I need another shower though… and a nap” yawning, you pushed Neil back to jump off the desk.

Only once you could properly stand, the fatigue caught up, making you sway on your feet. Without a word, Neil reached out a hand to steady you, pulling you into his side for an additional hug. Nothing to complain about even if you wanted.

“I should get you hot and bothered more often” it was the casual remark that made you look up.

Straight into the suspiciously satisfied face of your boyfriend. Surely not… right?

“… was that the plan all along?” schooling your features, you chose to ask the simplest of questions.

Neil shrugged, the trademark smirk gracing his features.

Bastard. Stepping away from him, you snatched the towel and hastily wrapped it around your body. If only as a retaliation. Because dragging you out to wander in the bloody scorching sun was a low blow. …even if it just gave you one of the best sex experiences in your life. Maybe. Perhaps.

“I hate you,” you hissed before storming over the pile of clothes to the bathroom.

“Uh-huh,” you refused to give him the pleasure of turning around at the sound.

Bastard. Squared.

[sevarix-blogs]

So Rhea only has a support chain with the Byleths. If she WERE to have more support chains, who would be your top five for her to have? I'll make this easier-- don't count Seteth or Flayn. We all know those supports would have been a great source for Lore. Curious to hear your thoughts!

Oh very good question!!! a few days after I got this ask, I actually saw this post which answers some of this very, very well.

BUT! here's my personal opinion! in my usual silly hc style!

In no particular order:

1. Ignatz. This guy wants to know what the goddess looks like. Rhea is one of the only people who knows what the goddess looks like. I think that could be an interesting topic for them. Maybe she even shares some 'anecdotes' (aka her own memories) of what exactly she looked like, wore, etc. Maybe Ignatz paints some paintings for her of what he thinks the goddess looks like. and even though they are not exact, Rhea would be so incredibly honored by his gesture.

2. ASHE!!! ok bear with me here. this is a good one. We know there are some racy tales about Saint Seiros. We know Ashe likes racy tales. RHEA CATCHES ASHE READING RACY STORIES ABOUT SEIROS. but instead of purging them like Seteth would, she is intrigued. she finds them amusing. she asks Ashe if she could borrow them. Ashe is mortified and extremely embarrassed. Thinks he's going to get in trouble. But instead Rhea gives them back when she's done and tells him it was very enjoyable, and how Seiros might have actually been like that ;) (she very likely wasn't but think of how amusing it would be for her lol) Maybe she even commissions some wilhelm/seiros stories from bernadetta later.

3. Hapi. Ok so we know Hapi is kinda wary of the church. or at least knights. So she wouldn't be too keen on talking to Rhea at first. but one night they run into each other while stargazing. an activity they both really enjoy. Hapi is about to leave when rhea appears, but then Rhea makes a comment about how Timotheos named a certain constellation like a thousand years ago and Hapi is like "I WAS NEVER TOLD THIS R U LYING" and Rhea is like "oh yeah he and seiros were besties and did a lot of work tracking stars together" and hapi's mind is just. blown. anyway they bond over that and rhea eventually finds out about her curse and offers to help her 'cure' it.

4. Catherine. This one might be an easy one, since we know how much catherine simps for respects Rhea. but i am all for cathrhea shipping so uh. i'm ok with this one being all out them just appreciating each other. they slowly open up to each other more. i'm guessing rhea already knows a lot about catherine's past, but rhea perhaps opens up to catherine more about how past and why she had to hide so many things in order to keep her race from dying out. rhea works on doing as much for catherine as catherine has done for her. and tells catherine she doesn't need to be all 'i will DIE for you!'. and they get married

5. Bernadetta. ok so this is my silly idea. Bernie is of course afraid to be around her at first because she finds her intimidating. but eventually Rhea starts to tell her stories about Saint Indech and how brave he was. and she manages to convince bernie that she has some of those same traits. (maybe like. playing instruments or crafts or something). and then bernie starts to read up more on saint indech and it gives her more confidence in herself and her own abilities. and rhea convinces her that she can be just as brave and worthy as indech. that she's not a burden, or any of that stuff poor bernie hates about herself. i just think it would be wholesome.

ANYWAY those are my thoughts, this is just headcanon of course. i just had fun with it.

thanks for the ask :D

[well-its-not-human-anymore]

So this is a personal one for me to ask and if you're not comfortable with it don't mind it; how would the tmnt boys (seperate) react when the reader confesses that they're autistic after the boys got curious when she had some peculiar, behavior or stims. The reader would be stressed, because she has a crush on the tmnt boy in question and she didn't want them to find her weird or just stop interacting with her. When she's met with confusion instead, because the boys never heard of it, cue this weird conversation where reader tells them to the best of her ability what it is and the boys just keep asking questions. Also some general headcannons with it maybe?

Okay so I'm actually really happy that you asked me this because I feel like ASD isn't portrayed a lot in any type of media. My ADD and ASD have a lot of overlap so I hope I can capture what you're asking of me!

Now let's get into it!

TMNT Headcanons

The boys reacting to an autistic reader

Leonardo

he wasn't really sure what was happening the first time you reacted

one minute you were standing next to him doing dishes and the next you were attempting to claw your skin off like an angry cat

Leo tried not to look annoyed as he watched you rub your hands against your shirt until your flesh started to turn red

you looked like you were crying but he knew you weren't

but your face was starting to turn purple and your cheeks were puffy from the effort of holding your breath

"Y/N? You need to breathe."

You shot a glare at him, scathing eyes meeting his now very concerned expression

your own softened and you clutched your arms to your chest, heaving oxygen into your lungs until your face became a normal shade again

"Are you okay?"

The words were stuck in your throat and you weren't sure if you should nod or shake your head

so you gave him a half-hearted shrug

he frowned back at you but turned to finish the dishes on his own

when he questioned you about it later he couldn't help but be curious

"Well actually it's uh- it's kinda a sensory type of thing? There are certain textures that I can't stand touching do I avoid them but if I come into contact by accident my brain just kinda explodes and I shut down."

"How exactly does that work though?"

"I don't really understand it much but like- you know that feeling you get when you think there's a bug on you and there's not but it really really feels like it?"

He nodded

"Yeah, it feels like that. And anytime I touch something that triggers that reaction it takes FOREVER to get the feeling off my skin. That's why I usually wear gloves when I do dishes. Guess I just forgot to grab 'em today."

He was sympathetic

and god, you were so embarrassed

lucky for you, Leo's not an asshole

"Well thank you for explaining it to me, you really freaked me out earlier. I'll talk to April and see if we can keep a pair or two at the lair just in case you forget again."

Consider your heart melted

you couldn't even find the words to thank him and holy shit was your face red

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah Leo?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me- us that you were autistic?"

Did you rip the band aid off now or make something up? Which would ,technically speaking, be less catastrophic in the long run?

"I uh- I really like you and I really didn't want you or the other's to look at me differently..."

wow, you liked him? miss ma'am you have saved this boy a world of anxiety and damn does he thank you for it

"Thanks for telling me... and y/n? I really like you to."

Awh fuck yeah, best possible execution of band aid-ripping-off ever

Donatello

Donnie wished he could act surprised when you finally told him

he really wanted to, it would've made you feel better for sure

but he sucked at lying and he didn't want to make you feel like he thought you were an idiot

because that was so far from the truth

after going through extensive research on Mikey's behalf when he suspected he had ADHD Donnie had stumbled across many different websites that discussed the symptoms and overlaps between both disorders

to make a long story short, Donnie knew that you had ASD and he was waiting for you to tell him

it would probably come off as rude if he brought it up in conversation right?

he didn't want to risk it

but that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on you and your behaviors

he was a man of science, of course he was going to analyze you

not in a weird way or anything, just as a curious sort of precaution

but the longer you were involved in the turtle's lives the more noticeable your stims and meltdowns got, Donnie did his best to cover for you without making you suspicious of him

eventually he'd come up with something that he hoped would come across as a friendly gesture and wouldn't set you off or scare you away

it was game night at the lair and you, as always, were perched on the arm of the sofa, a large grin plastered on your face

inside your head was exploding but you were masking it pretty well if you do say so yourself

but Donnie was, well... donnie was donnie

so when he noticed you starting to rock a little more visibly he removed his attention from commentating the game and grabbed a pair of headphones from the side table

you were beyond confused when he passed them to you but your face revealed everything

"They're noise cancelling, try them on."

holy shit it was like putting your head underwater, everything was muffled

not in the way normal headphones did, you quite literally couldn't hear anything at all, just a calm amount of nothing

you nearly started crying when you realized that Donnie had figured you out on his own

but you'd never been more relieved about anything in your life

Raphael

he wouldn't admit that he was mesmerized by your presence

you practically radiated calm

his complete opposite

it was his favorite thing about you, because despite your quiet disposition and calming aura you weren't afraid to call him out or rebut any of his insults

this was not something you expected him to appreciate nor was it something you thought would make you catch feelings

but damn if you didn't

he'd been sitting in on yours and Donnie's little experiment for an hour or so now, watching you both exchange quiet whispers and inside jokes that you always seemed to lag on

then you slipped up

not bad, nothing detrimental to the project, just the same mistake that you'd already made ten times over

you might as well have exploded

"Y'N, you just have to move thi-"

"I KNOW DONATELLO. I FUCKING KNOW AND I JUST CAN'T DO THIS BULLSHIT!"

you set everything down gently enough to avoid breaking it before turning and storming out of the lab, waving your hands like they were on fire

Raph and Donnie exchanged a look that sent the larger red turtle following after you

when you calmed yourself down enough to talk you kept your gaze locked on the wall, explaining that you couldn't make eye contact when you were upset

he might not be the smartest brother, but Raph's no dummy, he put those pieces together pretty quickly after you told him that one small detail

he wasn't upset that you didn't tell him and you'd personally never been more relieved

your heart nearly splattered into the stratosphere when you finally gace him your own explanation

"yeah, I like ya too."

you grinned so wide you were sure your face would split open and your entire body rocked side to side with excitement

he thought that was pretty adorable too

And he did stick around to offer a bit of support when you apologized to Donnie for screaming at him

Michaelangelo

to be frank it probably shouldn't have taken so long for Mikey to realize that you were autistic

the similarities between your own personality and his ADHD were so in sight it was near painful

it was his turn to make dinner that night and you'd made sure that you came over early to help him set up, you knew how side-tracked he'd get and you were the poster child for solid routine

what more perfect matchup existed?

trick question, there isn't one

you were on one side of the counter cutting vegetables and he was on the other throwing said vegetables into the mixing pot

the music was at an ungodly level of loud so your only means of communication were screaming over it

"MIKEY."

"WHA?"

"YOU GOT THE-"

"YEAH."

"AND THE-"

"UH HUH."

"COOL, HAVE YOU SEEN THE-"

"TONGS? NO, THE SKEWERS. YEAH, THEY'RE IN THE OTHER DRAWER."

"THANKS."

the two of you went about your previous tasks, thinking nothing of the conversation that had just taken place

at least until you'd begun washing your knife and cutting board

that's when Casey walked in, looking both perturbed and annoyed at the same time

"Alright, which one of you knows telepathy?"

Mikey exchanged a glance with you and you returned it with a raised eyebrow

"The hell you mean brah?"

he looked at the both of you like you were the ones that had grown four extra heads before speaking again

"You literally just had a conversation with like five words and somehow just knew what the other meant? What's up with that?"

you glanced at Mikey again

"Holy shit, did we?"

"I mean, not really. You used your hands."

now all three of you were confused but it quickly became two when Casey shook his head in defeat and left the room

"You know I think he's right."

he blinked first and your staring contest ended

"But you used your hands-"

"I got autism Mikey, one does not simply not use their hands as forms of speech."

"You're-"

"Yep."

was the silence laughing at you? could it do that? it was kinda rude

"Huh, that actually makes sense, that's not mean is it?"

you shook your head no

"You're just me but fast."

Mikey agreed with that, pestered you with a few more questions, and went back about working, as did you, you saw no reason to address it further

but your cheeks burned red

"Yo- Y/N that actually explains why everyone else thinks we're a thing."

you didn't know if you could choke on air or not but you did it anyways

"Are we?"

he gave you his signature grin

"If we are then Raph owes April a hundred bucks."

you returned his smile

"Oh this oughta be good."

I'd like to preface this by apologizing for my near three week absence. Life got crazy and my writer's block hopped on a train, went through a school zone, killed seven pedestrians, and committed tax fraud before tumbling off a cliff never to be seen again.

But on the bright side- I got my SAT scores back and started some scholarship applications. Super happy with that. School's out in a few weeks so I'll be able to write more (hopefully).

Anyways, I hope I got this one down okay. I may have hyper analyzed the request so I might be a little off. But I really enjoyed doing this one and I hope you like it!

-Mars 🌠

[cowboysandpilots]

See, the thing is, Buck can pinpoint the exact moment that he turned from 'Buck 1.0' to 'Buck 2.0,' and he's grateful for that change; he really is, except that he doesn't understand it. He doesn't understand how he can have an interest in men and just never know it until Eddie shows up. He assumes that at some point, he would've had an inkling before he was 26 years old.

"Well, maybe you don't actually like men; maybe you just like Eddie," Maddie smirks after Buck brings it up for the millionth time.

Buck rolls his eyes. "I don't think that's actually possible, Mads."

"Why are you still stressing about this? You have Eddie. Eddie's yours. You're happy with him, aren't you?"

"Of course I am." It's immediate and unwavering. "It's just... I know myself, okay? I mean, I know myself pretty well, and I don't understand how this huge part of me could just go unnoticed for so many years."

Maddie sighs and puts her hand on her brother's shoulder. "Buck, you spent so many years hiding so many things about yourself from Mom and Dad, worried about what they would think and say and how they treat you. Maybe your brain just knew it would be safer for you to push it down until you got away from them. I spent so many years hiding from and changing myself for Doug. I'm finally free of him, and you would not believe the things that I'm remembering about myself and what I like and don't like. Maybe you just needed a good-looking man to jog your memory."

"Who's a good-looking man?" Eddie asks, with a smile, as he sets his keys on the kitchen counter and toes his shoes off.

"Uh... you are." Buck smiles, turning to look over the back of the couch and watch his boyfriend.

"Well, that's true." Eddie's smile doesn't leave as he leans over the back of the couch to press his lips into Buck's.

"Chris get to the sleepover okay?"

"Oh yeah, kid was so excited, couldn't get out of the truck and away from me fast enough." Eddie snorts, "You guys need a refill?" He asks, going to the kitchen and grabbing his own wine glass and another bottle before he even gets a reply.

"He's good for you, Buck. They're good for you. Don't question it." Maddie whispers, moving over on the couch, making room for Eddie.

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[yami-kada]

Mission 2

Recently I read a fanfic on AO3 called Interlude - Class 1-A by @itslivybear and was inspired a bit to write a fic based on that! Well really I got inspiration for a single line (you'll know it when you see it) and then had to write a whole thing to be able to share that one line, but oh well. This is my first time writing a chatfic or even any BNHA content at all, so I hope it doesn't suck! Thanks to @shadesofflame for being an awesome beta!

(Quick FYI in this AU M*neta and Bakugou are replaced with Shinsou and Monoma, sorry for any confusion. Also a name guide can be found at the bottom.)

RockSolid: Um, so.

RockSolid: Remember the missions during the Sports Festival?

PurpleGrape: Oh hell yeah.

PurpleGrape: Still cherish the look on that bastard's face.

Spoderman: jehxgjc Kiri I got it on video!!!

JazzHands: You've had video of the capture of the bounty this whole time and never showed us???

LSD: I thought we were friends Sero!

Spoderman: omg no not that I totally would have shared earlier if i did

Spoderman: im talking about That.

RockSolid: no Sero don't tell them!

RockSolid: it's embarrassing!

PikaCHU: Tell us, tell us!

NYOOM: Kaminari-kun! If Kirishima-kun wishes to keep his privacy, then it is our duty as his classmates to respect that!

Spoderman: ok but consider: he already gave them a major hint and they are about to POUNCE

BreadIsPain: As a witness as well, I must say that Kirishima was si attirant que j'ai failli m'évanouir~*

RockSolid: thanks, I think?

MOMo: To paraphrase Aoyama, he is essentially saying you were very manly, Kirishima!

RockSolid: aw thanks bro!! Don't believe you but thanks!

Spoderman: you take that lack of confidence back I have evidence right here that says you are super fucking manly!

LSD: ok please now we have to know so that we can show Kiri how great he is!!!

MOMo: I must admit that the commentary seen thus far has me rather curious as well.

RockSolid: You guys…

RockSolid: alright then, I'll tell you!

Spoderman: sweet ill pull it up!

RockSolid: bro don't you dare! my story, I get to tell it!

Spoderman: oh yeah of course bro!!

Spoderman: but if after you wanna show it then i am READY.

JazzHands: This is very sweet and all but I am very thirsty for this TEA.

RockSolid: on it!

Kirby: Kiri you've been typing for so long that I'm getting Izuku vibes here.

GreenGrape: Hey!

RockSolid: sorry! this is harder than I thought!

Spoderman: want me to start it off?

RockSolid: you know what, sure.

Spoderman: aight so,

Spoderman: Council, what qualifies as capturing the bounty?

GreenGrape: Guys no the bounty is over please no more bounty-hunting Kacchan.

MOMo: Your objection is noted and overruled, Izuku.

MOMo: For your question, Sero, I do not believe we ever set specific limitations on what qualified, but I was under the impression that it was limited to the Sports Festival. Why do you ask?

Spoderman: just double checking

Spoderman: because my bro here just totally shot both missions out of the park!!!

LSD: gaSP!!!

JazzHands: bOTH?!

RockSolid: no not both!! we have no confirmation for either, technically!

Kirby: Technically? What do you mean by that?

RockSolid: ahhhh ok so Sero and I were eating lunch in the courtyard because it was nice out, right?!

RockSolid: and we were chillin, being bros, birds were singing, all was good.

RockSolid: and then we heard a small explosion before the bounty walked in at the other end of the courtyard and started kicking at the wall.

PikaCHU: omg so angy.

RockSolid: and like fine, we can tune him out, just try to act like he's not there, you know?

RockSolid: But then he started yelling at random people in the courtyard, just acting pissed as hell.

PikaCHU: oMG so ANGY.

RockSolid: and that's just not manly at all, you know? going off on people like that just because you're in a bad mood.

GreenGrape: Yeah… that's Kacchan for you.

RockSolid: so he's making his way around the courtyard now, like everyone needs their daily dose of asshole for him to be happy, and the closer he got the more annoyed I got.

Spoderman: here it comes!

RockSolid: and eventually I get up, because I have had just about enough, and walk right up to him.

RockSolid: he doesn't see me coming, because he was too busy yelling at some girl, and I get right up behind him.

RockSolid: and then I just called out to get his attention, and spun him to face me while making sure I end up between him and the girl.

RockSolid: and well I told him off a little bit and got him to back off then left in a hurry.

RockSolid: and that's it!

Spoderman: oh no you don't

BreadIsPain: Oui! Monsieur Kirishima, you must tell the climax with just as much zest as the build-up!

Spoderman: what he said! no skipping out on the best part!

RockSolid: but!!!

Jacked: No buts, mister. We're all way too invested now for you to back down.

RockSolid: :(

RockSolid: fine! you win!

RockSolid: so uh when I got his attention, I also got my hand onto his shoulder, and used his surprise to knock his feet a bit off balance and pulled him back, but then I ended up with him in my arms and could tell he was about to start yelling so I just…

RockSolid: you know…

RockSolid: flirted?

LSD: oh my GoD this is great!!!

PikaCHU: Hell yeah Kiri! Go get yourself a manz!

RockSolid: I'm not getting a man! He's probably going to kill me the next time he sees me!

Spoderman: i dunno, it took him a good long while to reboot after what you said there

Spoderman: you might have a shot

PurpleGrape: Well if you're not going to get a man out of this, mind telling us what you said so I can bait him next time he tries to be an ass?

RockSolid: uhhh…

RockSolid: I'm nervous.

BreadIsPain: If you will allow me, I shall finish your tale off dazzlingly!

RockSolid: Thanks Aoyama.

BreadIsPain: Bien entendu!

BreadIsPain: While holding him in his arms tightly in a dip, faces inches apart, Monsieur Kirishima leaned impossibly closer to emphasize his point.

RockSolid: oh god I regret everything.

LSD: Hush, it's getting good!

BreadIsPain: With a growl to his voice and his eyes burning above a smirk, he said "You know, you're damn cute when you're angry, but you'd be downright sexy if you shut the fuck up." Then he straightened up to fling the lost soul to the side, and saunter off like the devil was guarding his back, leaving the bounty terribly confused in his wake.

PurpleGrape: Whoa.

PikaCHU: Holy shit?!

RockSolid: what is that description?!?!?!

JazzHands: Kiri that was PERFECT oh my god?!

LSD: It's ART is what it is!

Spoderman: don't forget how red the guy was! Kiri was cool as a cucumber but the other guy couldn't stop blushing after seeing his face!!!

MOMo pinned a message

RockSolid: Yaomomo!!!

MOMo: My apologies, Kirishima, but I felt it only right to ensure easy access to your most manly moment.

LSD: Yeah Kiri! Then one day we can all look back on this and celebrate how everything started!!

RockSolid: How what started???

LSD: E v e r y t h i n g

RockSolid: @Spoderman bro hide me I’m scared.

Spoderman: hey guys, wanna see a GREAT video?

Spoderman: the stars are our main man, Kiri, and the bounty!

PikaCHU: hell yeah!!!

Jacked: Lay it on me.

PurpleGrape: Sure.

JazzHands: Do you really have to ask????

RockSolid: but I already told you what happened!

RockSolid: why do you want to see me being so embarrassing?

PikaCHU: bro we all appreciate you so much of course we want to see you being manly!

LSD: Just from what you all said there is no way you don’t look great in that vid, Kiri!

PikaCHU: gotta give support where support is due!!

PurpleGrape: They’ll all bully Sero into showing them one way or another anyways, might as well give in now.

RockSolid: but...

BreadIsPain: Nous devons vous montrer à quel point vous brillez et dissiper ces pensées douteuses!**

MOMo: I could not have said it better myself, Aoyama!

RockSolid: I don’t even know what he said though?!?!?!?!?!?!

Spoderman: Kiri.

Spoderman: Bro.

Jacked: Well shoot he’s using proper grammar and everything.

Spoderman: Rude.

Spoderman: Anyways Bro.

RockSolid: yeah?

Spoderman: You are epic. This video shows you being epic. And putting an asshole in their place.

Spoderman: You have nothing to be ashamed of, and every reason to be proud. So please let me show the video so that everyone can appreciate you like you deserve bro.

RockSolid: bro…

Spoderman: Bro.

RockSolid: bro -

Spoderman: Bro?

RockSolid: bro!

Spoderman: aight everyone down to the common room its up on the big screen

Spoderman: i have popcorn too

Jacked: Not even gonna question that.

LSD: Finally!!!

JazzHands: Yuss!!!

BreadIsPain: Je vais regarder avec enthousiasme!***

MOMo: As will all of us I’m sure, Aoyama!

RockSolid: Thanks guys!

RockSolid: Now get down here and watch me maybe get a man!

Translations:

*so attractive that I almost swooned.

**We must show you how much you shine, and dispel those self-doubting thoughts!

***I shall excitedly watch!

Guide to names:

GreenGrape - Izuku

PurpleGrape - Hitoshi

CopyCat - Monoma Neito

MOMo - Yaoyorozu Momo

datBoi - Asui Tsuyu

JazzHands - Hagakure Toru

NYOOM - Iida Tenya

SnowWhite - Kouda Kouji

LifeIsPain - Tokoyami Fumikage

BreadIsPain - Aoyama Yuga

Kirby - Uraraka Ochaco

LSD - Ashido Mina

PikaCHU - Kaminari Denki

RockSolid - Kirishima Eijiro

RipHarambe - Ojiro Mashirao

IcyHot - Todoroki Shoto

MuffinMan - Sato Rikido

Octodad - Shouji Mezou

Jacked - Jirou Kyoka

Spoderman - Sero Hanta

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Vulnerable [chapt. 1/2]

[2012 Leo x reader]

Based off of a request from an Anon: "A reader who is good at archery?" and the art is in fact mine, signature in the corner.

Leonardo grimaced as he walked. On his bad leg he still limped a bit, but he no longer was so dependent on his crutches. Every step was a twinge of pain in his knee, but he continued, bow in hand and looking for prey. The rest of the team was back at the farmhouse—he wanted to do this alone. He needed to do something. For himself and everyone else. 

He crept along the forest floor, senses hyper-aware of all of the things around him, as with his injured leg, he felt vulnerable. He jumped when a bird shot out of a tree nearby with another one hot on its tail feathers. When had he become so easy to start? Of course, as a ninja, he was trained to be skeptical. Aware. But he'd never felt so jumpy as he did after coming out of his coma, his throat wrecked and his knee in just as bad a condition. He took in a deep breath, then released it. Focus. 

He definitely felt like he was being watched. He was in a sea of trees and bush, wandering and out of his element, having come from the city. It was such a jarring change to have been struck down in a construction site on that frightening day, only to wake up three months later in a quaint farmhouse outside of New York City. His stomach churned slightly recalling what he could remember from his encounter with the Shredder and the wave after wave of Foot Bots. The cold rain, and their mortal enemy's imposing figure stood above him before going in for the kill. He shook himself of those thoughts—not now. Today was sunny. He had to look around him for a second as if to assure that there was light shrouding everything. That there were no shadows to hide in. Shifting his footing, his knee suddenly jerked forward and sent a shot up pain up his leg. He had to resist making noise, but in that moment, a shudder ran down his spine. The sheer pain, he remembered, of the Shredder's blades catching his neck. The trauma to his knee. He didn't know when he'd started breathing heavily, still and partially leaning on his bow. When would he ever be able to recall that day without it shaking him so deeply? Would the memories hit him during his next and inevitable meeting with Shredder? 

But he couldn't think about that now, not as he heard rustling in the brush ahead of him. He stilled. Crouching, he took to the large trunk of an oak and hid behind it, peering around the corner to catch a glimpse of what he was hearing. It sounded big; likely a deer. As long as he didn't engage with a buck and his fearsome rack of antlers, he would be okay. His knee ached as he kneeled there. No sudden movements, he reminded himself. 

He looked around the side of the tree and saw it. A tall, proud buck and his air of regality, eating from a plant and seemingly unaware of Leo's presence. This was his chance to make himself useful. To stick it to his cursed leg that he wouldn't let it stop him. 

Rising as slowly and quietly as he could, he lifted his bow and drew an arrow. He had to find the perfect moment. But he also couldn't wait too long, otherwise he would lose the animal. The buck paused his meal and looked up, smelling the air. He ducked back behind the tree when it actually turned its head toward him, almost as if in acknowledgement. But deer's eyes didn't face forwards—if it were looking for a threat, it would have turned its head. Ignoring that detail, Leo knew it would get his scent quickly, so there was not much time to waste as he aimed, shooting for something vital. The buck stiffened, readying to bound off. He was just about to let loose the arrow when he blinked, and suddenly, there was nothing. The buck was gone, the clearing was empty, and he was extremely confused. He stood up, letting down his bow as he stepped out from behind the tree and looked around him. It had been there one moment, gone the next. 

He jolted when a twig snapped behind him. He spun around, arrow ready to fire. Standing only but a few feet away was the large creature looking down at him, and in his surprise, Leo hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do beside lower his weapon, eyes fixated on the impressive antlers the buck donned. Those could deliver a fierce blow. 

He was backing away, opting to ditch the effort and try again another time, because the animal was certainly strong. And not with his bad leg could he defend himself as much as he would have liked—but unnaturally fast, the buck charged forward anyway. Heart pumping, Leo gasped and drew his arrow, trying to get a clear shot on the animal as it vanished around him, disappearing behind trees, reappearing elsewhere, running at him from every which way. He let out a loud grunt when he was struck in the abdomen by it, disoriented and trying to gain his footing. He tried to dodge the oncoming attack, but his knee buckled, and he fell to the ground against the mossy trunk of a massive tree. His bow was dropped elsewhere. In a last resort, he swiped his knife from his belt, eyes flitting about. He expected another blow from the strange animal, but nothing came. He was left in shock sitting there as he regained his composure, only noticing the buck out of the corner of his eye one last time. 

He watched it, brow ridge furrowed intensely as he got up and snatched his bow from the ground. The buck only stared back, his reaching presence making an imprint in Leo's mind. He knew then that there was something else to this. He had no idea, not even a clue, of where to start with it. But the creature sauntered further into the trees, disappearing into the thicket. 

"What was that?" he muttered to himself, unable to look away from where he'd last seen it. 

He returned to the farmhouse later that night, meeting you at the front porch when he dragged himself up there. His knee was irritated to all hell from the exertion, and you could tell, too; he favored his good leg when he stepped, wincing as he came over. It was then that you noticed he looked a little more rough than you'd originally thought. 

"Leo?" you said, meeting him at the stairs. He tried to give you a smile, but it was obvious he was absolutely beat, his leg was hurting, and overall, not in a good way. "Are you okay? What happened out there?" 

You helped him up the steps with an arm around him, supporting his heavy weight as he made his way into the house. He groaned, a little shameful, "I got attacked by a...deer."

He left his bow and quiver at the door. A deer? You gave him a questioning look, and he continued, "Yeah, a deer. Like with the antlers. It came at me when it realized I was there. I've never seen something move so fast." 

You were going to help him to the couch, but he shrugged your arm off with a sheepish smile, getting there himself. You sat down next to him. "So, an angry buck?" you asked. He nodded. "Weird...it's not mating season. Usually, they aren't so aggressive." 

"Well, this one was," he said, "and I know this is going to sound weird, but…" 

He knew it would be hard to explain why he suspected this was something otherworldly, due to the teleporting. He'd seen it clearly with his own two eyes. Still, it was just as confusing to him to think about as it would have been for you to hear.

"Wait, how do you know that?" he inquired. He looked over at you, blue eyes falling on yours. 

You chuckled, "My dad was into hunting, so I picked up some stuff as a kid. You learn that pretty early on; the antlers on those things can really tear you up. Though...you're lucky for having natural armor." Gesturing toward his bow and arrow, you bumped his shoulder with your own. "I'd say I'm good with one of those." 

Leo quirked his brow, curious for you to go on. He didn't doubt your statement one bit; he'd seen how you watched him practice, how sometimes, he'd catch you idly running your hand along the curves of the bow. "How good would you say you are?" 

Grinning, you padded across the room and got his bow, drawing back the string experimentally. It had been a while. You threw a glance back at him over your shoulder. "Fairly," you replied, setting it down. "I think my parents started me out when I was twelve or so. With one of those kiddie bows, the ones that are easy to pull back? I'm no master, but maybe...I could come out and help you next time? I don't think any of us should be going out alone, anyway, especially you with your…"

He noticed your eyes had fallen on his injured leg. 

"Uh, hold on. I'm not an invalid, [y/n]." 

He didn't want to be snappish, but the last part irked him a little. He could handle himself out there. How well he could was a different story, but nonetheless, he felt weirdly infantile hearing that. It should have been him telling you that and offering to help, not the other way around. 

Damn his leg. 

Still, he knew he had to swallow his pride, for now. He really was in no shape to be wandering the woods on his own. He also noticed that it was a great opportunity to bond with you more without everyone around to overanalyze it. 

"You know, I...I appreciate it. I know you're just trying to help." He tried to hide the disappointment he was feeling with himself, but it was easily replaced by more positive prospects. He hadn't ever spent that much time with you alone, as they were always going, going, going. The farmhouse and surrounding woods was a slow change of pace—a good change of pace. But even then, he still couldn't always get away from everyone else, especially Mikey and Casey. "What do you say we go out tomorrow?" 

You nodded, "I say it's a date!" 

"Y–yeah," He laughed, looking down at the floor. "It's a...yeah. I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight, [y/n]." 

"Night," you said as he headed up the stairs. 

Mind on the kitchen for a drink before you went to bed yourself, you were slightly surprised to see April there, leaning against the counter with a curious smile on her face. "Oh, hey, April," you mumbled, reaching past her for a glass. 

"Hey," she cooed, "so, a date, huh?" A knowing grin crossed her face, along with that twinkle in her eye she got any time something like this came up. 

Face beginning to flush, you chuckled awkwardly as you filled up your glass from the tap. "Uh, it's more like a...it's not really a date. I just said that. For some reason. We're gonna go out into the woods and scope it out for a little bit." You glanced out of the corner of your eye and saw her sat at the kitchen table, patting the chair next to her. A date? Like that? No. In fact, he was likely offended to some degree that you even proposed helping him out. Not with how sensitive he was about his knee, lately, which was a hindrance to him. But you wanted to help, that's what friends were for. And maybe spending some time away from the antics of his brothers and Casey wasn't such a bad idea, either…

You were going to slip out of the kitchen, but April was set on getting the details. "Come on, girl talk!" she said, low enough so no one else would hear, but you could hear the excitement in her voice. "Did he get embarrassed? Oh, what about bringing lunch? Like a picnic, in the woods," she suggested, clasping her hands. "Quiet, away from you-know-who. It would be nice!" 

"Okay, okay, slow down there," you said. You took a seat next to her and looked behind you into the living room to make sure there wasn't anyone there, then added, "You see, I don't know for sure…" 

...if Leo felt the same way. There was a hunch, but that wouldn't do—you couldn't go off of a mere inkling, lest you ruin good friendship turning things weird. You liked him. How obvious it was, you didn't know, but you never tried to show it on purpose.��

April noticed the uncertainty of your expression and put her hand on yours in your lap. She could feel your hesitance over the subject. "You're worried that he doesn't feel the same way about you," she stated softly. "Is that it?" 

"In short," you answered with a small shrug as you kept your gaze on the edge of the table. 

She tilted her head in thought, humming to herself. "Well, I think you should go for it, if that's how you feel." 

Looking up at her, you inquired, "What if it makes things awkward between us?" That was the last thing you wanted. 

"I think Leo might have a crush on you," she said finally. "Of course, I can't tell you definitely, but...it's just the vibe he gives me."

Your heart fluttered. April's intuition had always seemed pretty on point; you trusted her judgement more often than not. The question was, did you have the guts to come out with it to him, or would it be another time gone past? Hung up on her words, you blinked. "Do you think so?" you asked honestly. 

She nodded and gave a reassuring smile. "I won't pressure you, but I still think you'll have a great time. I can put together a basket, if you want. We don't have much besides sandwiches, though." April was considerate. It was easy to feel comfortable around her; she was a gentle soul outside of combat, and supportive of yours and everyone else's pursuits (so long as they weren't harmful.) Especially pursuits of love, when they weren't directed at herself. 

You thanked her as you got up, to which she replied that it was no problem. Leo's door was cracked slightly open, you'd found out when you passed by, and inside he was fast asleep. he tended to leave it ajar out of habit; he felt that he needed to be able to hear what was going on in the rest of the house in case something happened, paranoid of ambushes. The only time he wasn't conscious of his bad leg was when he was unconscious, and even then, you had a suspicion that he dreamed about it sometimes. Maybe even had nightmares. You recalled seeing him toss and turn one night while muttering incoherent things after he'd fallen asleep on the couch in the lounge, almost rolling off the side before you decided to wake him. Both the mental and physical wound was fresh at that time, so he panicked himself awake feeling your hand lightly shake his shoulder. He apologized as you tried to help him, instead taking his crutches and left by himself. 

But Leo seemed to be having good dreams, tonight. You stopped just for a moment to watch him through the ajar door, seeing that his face was not tense, he wasn't moving around, and looked to be more at peace than he had in a while. That was all you needed to know.

"He looks pretty calm right now," a voice, Raph's, commented out from the blue next to you. He was leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched his sleeping brother. "Last few nights were rough. Wonder what has him all peaceful all of a sudden."

You couldn't mistake Raph's unusually soft disposition, even if he talked as gruffly as always. "Does he have bad dreams about it often?" you questioned him. Both of you knew what you were talking about, the event in New York City that landed them all at the farmhouse to begin with. 

Sighing, he answered with a light scoff, "More like nightmares." For a second, you thought he was annoyed by you asking, but he continued, shaking his head. "This just…I can't stand seein' him like this. Not like this, this, but on those nights he gets nightmares, and the hobbling around…"

"It really sucks."

"Big time." 

A silence fell between the two of you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. You both bonding over your mutual care for Leo and his well-being, brought together by circumstance. Raph went to bed. You did, too, thinking all the way that Leo deserved a good day. A normal-as-could-be day. 

You'd take April up on that picnic idea, you decided. 

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a/n: yeahh i find it difficult to believe Leo wouldn't have some kind of lowkey trauma aside physical after his last encounter with Oroku Saki before the Farmhouse

[mysticpetals]

Lovebug

Pairing: Jake × MC

Genre: fluff, humor

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I really loved writing this one! Let me know what you think of the second person pov? Or do you prefer third person? Comments and reblogs are really really appreciated!!

Anonymous asked: 12. “He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.” It’s MC x Jake, but the group (or whoever 😂) are in confusion over MCs sudden deep attraction for a random guy. Please? 🥰

Your college group might be extra but you love them to death. Now, only if the object of your affections also saw their kind heart behind all the craziness, your life would be complete.

It had been a busy month for you and your friends, swamped with exams and assignments but it had finally ended today. Jessy was already sending everyone snaps about freedom and the rest of the group was lazing around on the grass. You had your back propped up against a tree and were talking to your mom about how the last exam went.

Hannah and Thomas were already lost in their own little world and Richy had already started annoying Dan, if the irritated expression on his face was anything to go by. As soon as your call ended, Jessy got up and cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. Only you looked up at her, the rest too busy with their shenanigans to notice her.

She gave you a disbelieving look as if to say, 'can you believe this?' and you smiled at her quickly reddening face.

"Hey, you morons! I'm trying to say something here!"

Her voice was so loud, it made some of the other students who were hanging around, look at your group with raised eyebrows. Embarrassed about her outburst, she quickly sat down again, this time with everyone's attention on her. She huffed in discontent, muttering about how it wouldn't have happened if they'd just listened to her the first time.

"Uh, Jessy? What did you want to say?" You asked and she perked up once again.

"Oh yeah! Guys, let's celebrate our new found freedom and go to Cherries!" She exclaimed.

Cherries was the cafe just outside the college campus and was the most popular spot for dates and group hangouts. Everyone loved to go there, as it had the best menu and the sweetest owner. Another plus was that since everyone went there, chances to stalk or bump into your crush were very high.

"Oh! That's a good idea." Richy nodded in support.

"Anything that'll get me out of his bullshit." Dan pointed a thumb at Richy, who only gave him a grin.

"Let's go then," Thomas said.

In no time, you all had occupied a corner table and were chatting up a storm, the other patrons giving you amused or annoyed looks.

"All I'm saying is, you did good filing a restraining order against that stalker," Richy told Hannah who smiled in reply.

"Yeah, all the creeping around and threats were getting a little too much," Hannah agreed as Thomas frowned.

"I'm just glad that you're safe now," he said, which had Hannah giving him a kiss and making Dan groan.

"Can you not do that in front of us?"

Richy nodded his head in agreement and Hannah only smirked in response, once again pulling Thomas to her.

Soon enough, your orders arrived and everyone busied themselves with eating, occasionally making jokes.

While everyone was eating, your eyes drifted off to Jake who had entered soon after your group. He was alone, with his laptop opened in front of him and busy typing. His eyes met yours for a moment and he gave you a wink which had you chuckling.

"What? What is it?" Jessy asked, eyes trailing over to where you were looking.

And before you could think about what you're saying, you had already started speaking.

"He's so pretty, I think I'm gonna faint," you said, still looking at Jake.

Jessy gasped and you finally turned your head towards her, and noticed that everyone was looking at you.

"What?" You squirmed, suddenly feeling self conscious.

"Did you just tell us who you like? Is that him?" Jessy asked.

Oh yeah. None of the others knew about your relationship with Jake. You had started off from a few odd encounters here and there and before you knew it, you had started talking and over time, it bloomed into a beautiful friendship. Jake had social anxiety and was pretty worried about meeting your friends, who you knew were a colorful bunch. So you had suggested to keep your friendship on a down low until he was comfortable enough to approach and spend time with them.

Hannah and Jessy were trying to get you to like and possibly date someone and to stop their eager matchmaking, you let it slip that you already had a crush on someone. You never revealed the name though, but judging by Hannah's knowing look, you were pretty sure they would figure it out with an Instagram search.

"Yes, that's him," you sighed, "but don't bring it up to him, please."

"So you're into dark and mysterious guys, huh?" Richy asked, pointedly looking at Jake's black hoodie.

"I guess so." You laughed and the sound made Jake look up from his laptop, seeing you enjoy your time with your friends. He felt a pang in his heart when he thought about how you might never be like this with him. The time you spent with him was mostly filled with comfortable silence and warm touches, and he loved that, but he wanted to laugh and joke around with you too, not just in private but with everyone seeing how well you got along with each other.

So with thought in mind, he started packing his stuff and got up, swinging his bag around one shoulder and approached your table. Thomas noticed him first and nudged you to look over.

You turned over and immediately straightened, a questioning gleam in your eyes. Maybe he should have discussed it with you first?

He greeted you with a hello, smiling a little at the rest of your friends who returned them with slight apprehension and looked at you once again.

"We're still on for tomorrow, right?" He asked and you could feel everyone's piercing eyes on you. Even Dan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Ah, yes, of course. I'll text you?" You said, confusion lacing your tone. You had never cancelled a hangout with him before, so you were curious as to what brought this on.

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled and made his way towards the door, with his heart pounding in his chest. He just talked to you in front of your friends, and was surprised he hadn't wanted to run away. Maybe because you talked so much about them, he might have been getting a little comfortable with the idea of hanging out with them.

As soon as he was out, Richy turned on you so fast, it gave you whiplash.

"You little fox, what have you been doing behind our back?" He grinned and you groaned in reply, covering your face in your hands.

"Oh? Isn't it?" Thomas teased from beside Hannah who was looking at you in bewilderment. Seems like she hadn't processed what had happened.

Jessy shoved you playfully and then put an arm around your shoulder.

"It seems she didn't need our help after all."

"No, that's not what—" you started but we're interrupted by Dan.

"You know what they say, it's the quiet ones who you have to look out for."

"Ugh, guys it's seriously not like that," you said.

"So what is it like?" Richy asked eagerly and you sighed, knowing you'd have to tell them the whole story. After shooting a quick text to Jake, asking whether it was okay to tell them and him replying in an affirmation, you flagged a waitress and asked for coffee for everyone.

"Oh, that good of a story huh?" Hannah teased and you shook your head, smiling.

After telling them about the whole thing, giving special attention to the fact that you were only friends and Jake did not know of your feelings, and had social anxiety so that's why he didn't go out much, you waited for their response.

"So you do need our help, after all." Jessy nodded.

You looked at her in disbelief.

"That's all you got out of it?" You asked.

"We also got that there's a high chance he feels the same but is scared of being judged or losing you as a friend," Dan said.

"I don't know…." You trailed off uncertainly and Hannah patted your hand.

"Don't worry, we understand your dilemma and will help you."

"Help me?" You asked, tilting your head in confusion.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna have to introduce him to the family one day, no? We promise we'll behave," he smiled innocently.

You were pretty sure they were going to do something embarrassing but you were more worried about why Jake had done that. Was he saying he was ready to meet them? If so, you couldn't wait to introduce him to everyone. And if he didn't reciprocate your feelings, you were pretty content with him being your friend.

Only time would tell what fate had in store for you two.