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How will Yandere Dateables(Like Hector,Fantina and Dorian) of Date everything react to there Darling already being in a relationship with someone else

I see Hector mostly as a stalking type of yandere... He's not too far off from his canon personality I think. He doesn't think that his darling would ever notice him, let alone be attracted to him, too. His behavior wouldn't change much at all, and is the mildest of the three. Mostly, he just cries more, but he certainly wishes the worst to his darling's partner. They're nowhere near good enough.

Dorian is somewhere between H and F. He's the most obviously cold and unforgiving. Does stuff like not opening for them and only his darling, closes very harshly on them. Maybe even if they try to open them, he finds a way to heat up his doorhandle so that they burn themselves on him. He does most of this behind his darling's back, and only seems mildly disapproving in front of them at worst. Eventually, I think he'd drive a wedge between the two of you.

Fantina I think would be the most hostile overall. Absolutely reacts like a yumeshipping fangirl when their idol gets married to someone they hate. They would become a mysterious odor in the attic. There's no way she doesn't cut them out of her darling's life, either with threats or more literally. They get 1 (one) warning, and if they don't break up with you, then they're toast.

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"In the Quiet"

OK! So I see you guys, I see you Shinsho fans, I hear you all loud and clear. Our tired little boy deserves some love, too. So I present to you all this short fanfic. I hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Shinso x Reader Inspired by: "Cherry Wine" - Hozier

Word Count: 923

The first time he let you touch his face, there were bruises under his eyes.

Not fresh—just shadows of old fights. You never asked how they got there. He never offered. And that silence, odd as it sounded to others, was your comfort zone. Shinso didn’t like being asked things he didn’t want to answer, and you had no interest in peeling him open like some locked journal. He came to you when he wanted to be read.

Tonight, he did.

The lights in your apartment were dim, just the low gold of the kitchen bulb bleeding into the living room. He’d dropped by late. Hoodie on, hands in his pockets, voice tired.

Now, he sat on the edge of your couch, bent forward, elbows on knees, staring at the floor.

You crossed the space slowly, barefoot, cautious like he was a deer that might bolt. Not because you were afraid of him—but because he never asked for softness, and when he let himself have it, he didn’t always know what to do with it.

"Rough day?" you asked.

He hummed in response. It wasn't a yes or a no.

You slid onto the couch beside him and waited. Shinso never talked fast. His thoughts came like waves—rolling in, pulling back, and sometimes drowning him if you weren’t watching closely enough.

After a moment, he spoke. "I froze up. During training. Just… blanked."

You looked at him. He didn’t return it. "Aizawa said anything?"

"Yeah. Said it happens. Just… didn’t expect it to happen to me. Not after all this time."

You nodded. Your fingers itched to reach out, to touch the side of his face where that faint yellow bruise still lingered, but you didn’t.

He noticed.

"You can," he said, voice quiet. "If you want."

You reached up gently, fingers ghosting over his cheekbone. He closed his eyes. His skin was warm, a little rough, like he hadn’t shaved in a day or two. You felt him exhale beneath your touch.

“I hate that it still rattles me,” he murmured. “That part of me still thinks I’m the problem. Like I’ve gotta prove I’m not dangerous. Like I don’t belong.”

Your hand stayed on his cheek. Not holding. Just being.

"You don't have to prove anything to me," you said. "Not tonight."

He opened his eyes, slow, heavy-lidded with exhaustion. There was something fragile in the way he looked at you. Like he didn’t believe you, not really—but wanted to.

“I know,” he said, eventually. “That’s why I came here.”

It wasn’t always like this. When you’d first met Shinso, he didn’t even look you in the eye. Not out of rudeness, but because he was always reading the room, trying to gauge people before they could judge him. Before they could fear him. His walls were high, and he’d built them with good reason.

You’d taken your time. Asked questions only when it made sense. Never pushed. Never talked over his silences.

It took months for him to start texting you first. Longer to let you into his space.

Now, here he was. In your living room. Letting you hold his face like it wouldn’t hurt him.

Progress wasn’t always loud. Sometimes it looked like this.

Later, when you’d both curled onto the couch, his head resting on your lap, his breathing slowed.

You combed your fingers through his messy purple hair, brushing out small tangles. He didn’t say a word, but his body softened under your touch. You knew he liked this. The quiet attention. The wordless reassurance.

"You're not dangerous, Shinso."

He blinked up at you, eyes half-lidded. "I know. But sometimes I feel like I’m walking around with a loaded gun in my mouth. One word, and…"

"You're not a weapon."

His brow furrowed. "Then why do I only get taken seriously when I use my Quirk?"

You paused, fingers pausing mid-stroke. That question hung between you, heavy and honest.

“Because people don’t understand quiet power,” you said finally. “They expect flash. They miss the real strength. But I see it. I always have.”

He let out a low laugh. "You make me sound noble."

"You are," you said. "Even if you don’t want to be."

He looked away, embarrassed by praise. He always was. But he didn’t deny it.

The night stretched on. Rain started tapping softly against the window, a quiet rhythm that matched his breathing.

Shinso wasn’t easy. He wasn’t warm in obvious ways. He didn’t flood you with affection. But he showed up. He stayed. He let you in even when it scared him.

And when you tucked the blanket up over his shoulders, he turned his head into your stomach like a cat seeking shelter.

"I don't say it much," he mumbled.

"I know," you whispered. "Say it when you're ready."

Silence again. Then, after a long pause:

"I feel safe with you."

You smiled, hand resting over his heart. "I know."

You woke up hours later, still on the couch, your neck stiff and your legs numb under his weight. Shinso had barely moved. His breathing was deep, slow, steady. One arm had slipped around your waist in his sleep.

You didn’t move.

He needed the rest. The closeness. The kind of quiet love that asked for nothing but presence.

You kissed the top of his head, gentle. Then leaned back and closed your eyes again.

You didn’t need fireworks. This was enough.

The slow drip of love like cherry wine—sweet, dark, and a little painful sometimes.

But worth every drop.

End.

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I'm lowkey surprised that I haven't come across any Date Everything fics where Reader is lowkey objectum, especially pre-glasses era.

Imagine loving on your objects, cooing out sweet words of affection and peppering them in kisses and having dates only to get the glasses and oh would you look at that, now they can smother you in kisses back.

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Hi hi hiii I wasnwondering if u could do a fic thing where reader is basically dating most dateables n one day they (the reader) basically ends up feeling extremely sick from not taling care of theirself properly, running around to fix stuff, starting a new part-time job, going out with new friends. Could some of the characters included be dorian, eddie & volt, hector and whoever else? Pls and thank uu!!

Gonna add Barry and Betty because I think they'd fit in very well with this case (And they're my babygirls)

Dorian🚪

● One of the first to notice something was off

●After losing your job at Valdivian, you had gotten two part-time jobs to make up for it, and it was beginning to take its toll

●He was the kne to see you before you walked through the front Dorian. Before you would take a deep breath and put on your best, "everything's okay" face

●He'd try his best to convince you to give yourself a break and get some well needed rest, but you kept reassuring him you'd be fine

●Well, he was right. After one too many overtime shifts combined with coming home to help everyone with their problems resulting in many sleepless nights, you come home and practically collapsed in the front hallway

●"Right, that's it. You're taking a couple days off work and resting"

●Unfortunately, he's still the front door, so he can't take you to bed himself, but bedroom Dorian will take things from there

●If you thought he was like a bouncer before, you haven't seen anything yet.

●A dateable wants to see you. "Are you on the list?" "What do you need with them?" "You're not gonna cause a fuss are ya?"

●He even contemplates moving the hanks downstairs. Sure, they're usually in your room, but they're so loud. He gives them a stern warning (which scares them just a bit) and let's them stay

●He makes sure the house is safe and that your room is the pinical of peace

●"Autherized personal only" Dorian blocks anyone trying to get in, but especially the more rowdy members of the house

●"Darling, you never believe what I heard about Hoove!" Scandalabra tries yelling through Dorian, which was followed by a suspicious thud (I'm sure it's nothing to worry abt)

●Until he sees you're 100% better, Dorian doesn't let you out of his sight (not that he does that anyway). Going to the kitchen for chicken soup? He's got an eye on you just in case

●When you actually do recover, he's making sure you don't get yourself in the same issue and makes you promise not to push yourself

●"It's not just my job to keep you safe from the outside world, love." He holds you close to him, enveloping you in a warm hug. "I will always be there to keep you safe from all danger"

●Even after you're better and going back to work, he's checking on you every chance he gets, reminding you to eat and sleep at a reasonable time

●He may not woo with words as much as other dateables, but he shows how much he loves you every day by being a safe and reliable presence for you

Eddie & Volt⚡️

●Work was short-staffed, and with it being busy season, you were picking up extra shifts almost every day

● They know overworked when they see it, so when you show up to the club, noticeably tired, they clock you right away

●Volt takes a seat next to you, placing his lips on the side of you head

"You know we're always happy to see you, live wire-"

Eddie cuts him off

"-But you look dead tired, go to bed"

● Volt chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap

"Our live wire doesn't need to leave to rest, do they?" He brings you closer. "You can relax right here, live wire"

●After that night, Eddie stopped letting you help out around the club

"Don't worry about it, alright? You look like you're about to fall over anyway"

●Eddie acts tough, but he's checking on you and bringing you water every time you visit the Breaker Box after work

●When everything catches up to you and you actually do end up getting sick enough to take a couple of days off work while stuck in bed, they're both worried (and a little pissed)

●They've seen you running around the house helping everyone, fixing things around the house, settling arguments between other members of the house so they have a pretty good idea of how you ended up like this

●They check on you every day to make sure you're doing alright

●If you're not awake when they come by, you'll wake up to find a glass of water, Nyquill, and a note

'Rest well, live wire -E&V

●After a couple of days of bedrest, you return to the club, and they're happy to see you doing well

●They've both accepted you're too nice to say no to helping everyone in the house, so how do they remedy this?

●By practically keeping you hostage in the club for the next couple of days (Can't get exhausted again if they just keep you at the Breaker Box)

●Eddie still refuses to let you help out even if you insist

"And you get on me for not taking a break," he sets a glass in front of you. "Little hypocritical, don't ya think?"

●He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, keeping close for a moment before going to the back to do maintenance

●They may be busy running the club, but never too busy for you, and they make sure to remind you

Hector💨

●Also, very quick to notice

●He was very worried when he noticed how much slower you seemed lately

●Asks how you're doing multiple times a day. Never believes you when you say you're fine but he doesn't wanna push it and upset you

●Fully panics when he sees you collapse after walking through front Dorian

●The temperature spikes for a moment until he calms down

●He doesn't leave your side for a moment

●Takes extra care to keep the temperature at a comfortable level for you

●You don't even have to say anything. Ate you pulling the blanket closer to you? Heat up. Are you kicking away the sheets? Air on.

●He so badly wants to be there with you. To hold you and comfort you. But he's still terrified to leave the vents

●He's slightly soothed knowing Betty is taking very good care of you (but also kinda jealous)

●In the middle of the night, when he's sure everyone is asleep, he sits beside your bed, watching as your breath rises and falls

● He brushes your hair aside, admiring your beautiful face (even though it's sick and sweaty, he doesn't care)

●Before leaving, he gives your forehead a kiss. "Feel better soon, my love."

● If someone tried disturbing you or kept you awake, he'd turn the heat up in the room they're in to be petty

●When you're well enough to get out of bed, he's overcome with both joy and anxiety

●Joy because you're well enough to see him in the attic now. He can hold you again (and you can watch him turn bright red as you kiss his face)

● But anxious because, what if this happens again? What if the human keeps pushing themselves? What if it's WORSE next time?!

●He begs you to slow down and not push yourself too hard. To give yourself more free time and rest more often

●The look he gives you is like a kicked puppy, and you just can't help but hold him close and promise to take care of yourself better

●He clings to you for a bit before you leave the attic to go to bed "Rest well, my love."

● When you finally go back to work, he anxiously waits for your return, watching Timmy just a little too closely

●When you finally return, he observes your every move to see if you look tired or overwhelmed

●If not, good. But if you look any kind of distressed, he's whisking you away to the attic to cuddle, then practically dragging you to bed at the end of the day

●You're honestly a little surprised since he's normally not this bold face-to-face

●Even long after recovery, it becomes a new routine. If you come home tired, he's attaching himself to you koala style

Barry💄

● Well, technically, he noticed pretty quickly when he'd see you so exhausted every morning, buuuuut then he forgot and would notice all over again each morning

●Feels terrible when you come home sick and remain bedridden for days

●He's almost too nervous to visit you, scared you'd be mad at him

●"Are you feeling alright, darling?" He peeks into your room, "Anything I can do to help?"

●When you tell him you'd just like to hear his voice and that you love it when he goes on little rants about whatever he's obsessed with at the moment, his whole face turns red

●"Oh! W-well, that's, um, very n-nice, darling." He laughs nervously. He takes a moment to compose himself. "I 'm-I'm glad you enjoy hearing me talk. I'm happy to keep you company, darling."

●Since you're stuck in bed with nothing to do, Baeey is happy to keep you company while you recover

● He'll talk about just about anything that interests him at the time. Makeup, toucans, history, lions, movies. He's also happy to listen if you have anything to yap about

● If you're not able to shower, he'll brush your hair so it doesn't get too knotted while you're sick, taking care to be extra gentle.

●It's so soothing you send up falling asleep. He brings the covers over your body and turns the lights off, letting you sleep peacefully

●Before leaving, he leans down to kiss your cheek "Goodnight, darling."

● You may or may not have woken up with a lipstick smudge on your cheek, but you certainly didn't mind

●When you're feeling better, Barry helps you through your post-sick self-care routine. Warm bath, skin care, hair care

●Helps you with your bath so you don't fall asleep, definitely not because he wants to rub your soapy body noooo definitely not

Betty🛌

●She noticed right away. You've barely been sleeping and even when you do, you toss and turn all night.

●She tries to get you to come to bed early, but you're busy helping around the house. Then she tried getting you to sleep in, but you got called into work early.

●This repeated a couple of times until you stumbled into your room and fell onto her.

●She's happy to be able to spend so much time with you, but she wishes it weren't under such conditions.

●She holds you close, your head just under her chin and your face against her chest (awooga). She's somehow the perfect temperature for when you're cold or overheating.

●She'll gently stroke your head and hum softly until you fall asleep.

● When you wake up, she looks down at you and brings a hand to your cheek. "Good morning, lover." She presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'm afraid I can't let you go anywhere until I'm sure you're better." Her gentle voice makes it seem like a joke, but you know she's serious.

● You wouldn't have thought to leave anyway, you could barely move, and your whole body felt achy but more importly Betty was just so damn sweet and comfortable.

●Ngl it's mostly sleeping and cuddleng with you and occasanaly getting food

●When you finally felt better, she convinced you to take an extra rest day with her "just in case"

Sorry, Betty's is so short! I couldn't think of much for her

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Betty/afab!reader/Hector

rating: explicit

word count: 465

note: reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, you can decide if you do or don’t know about Hector’s placement in this fic

Once you and Betty started seeing one another, the bedroom became much more lively than it had been in months. And he was glad, Betty’s pining for you, the beautiful human of the house, was beginning to bother the plush mattress and it was noticeable by all of the objects in the house. Your own mood increased greatly, but that was also due in part to building connections with the various objects in the house and having people to talk to face-to-face rather than through screens. Even he’d gotten some face time with you, albeit one-sided due to him staying in his comfort zone of the vent as you smiled up at him through your conversions.

Betty had told him that you were very obviously flirting with him, wearing shorter shorts around the house and intentionally stripping in clear view of the vent while hoping that he was watching.

“Snuggle bug confides in me, y’know.” Betty had told him once, adjusting her own top in a way that was meant to tempt him as he played with his fingers through the grate. “Tells me all their most intimate secrets, fantasies too.”

And he’d wondered about those fantasies, wondered what you’d thought of while you played with yourself all this time — whether you were aware or not of the many pairs of wandering eyes taking note of the way you brought yourself pleasure. Betty hadn’t answered, wanting to respect as much of your privacy as she could while hinting that you’d been interested in the mystery of the vents. A mystery he’d wanted to reveal and was waiting for you to trust that he meant it when he said that he wanted to meet you face-to-face.

And tonight Hector fears he can’t let you wait much longer.

Watching as Betty had you spread out, both naked and facing the vent to give him the full image of your beautiful bodies in that shared bliss, was a bit more than he thought he could hold himself back from. She’d already made you orgasm once with her head between your legs, and now she had your trusty vibrator between your legs, lazily pumping it into your pussy as her other hand held your breast.

“Oh look at you, snuggle bug.” Betty coos, kissing your head as she watches your hips roll to match her pace. “You look so pretty all spread out like that for us. Can’t wait to make you come over and over again.”

But when she looks up, meeting the gaze of the voyeur situated in the vents, Betty throws a seductive wink his way before pressing her thumb down on the part of the vibrator that paid special attention to your clit to pull some more sweet sounds out of your pretty parted lips.

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Ok I have this headcanon: what if, the player in DE was a single parent and their kid could see the human versions of the objects even without the dateviators, because y'know children have a lot of Imagination and because of that the kid can interact with the objects; and the player is like "Oh my kid is just being silly" and then when they get the dateviators they see the human-objects and the kid is like "See I told you they are alive!" And the objects are really protective of the kid and idk it would be so wholesome 🥹❤️

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Hector: Are you feeling well, my love? Your mind seems to be somewhere else today. Did I say something that displeased you.

You: Oh no. I just feel a bit off. Like something isn’t right. But I can’t figure out what.

Hector: Maybe you were displaced by you doing your morning routine slightly out of order. In the morning, you usually shower and then brush your teeth after having breakfast. But this morning you brushed your teeth and then took a shower.

You: I… that’s really specific of you to know.

Hector: I-In hindsight… the information that I have a deep knowledge about your routines should have probably stayed private to me…

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Yandere!Hector/Reader Headcanons

i was writing a fic but my computer crashed and deleted 1.7k words of fanfic so I'm making headcanons instead to give me motivation to rewrite the fanfic!

tw: stalking, obsessive behavior, suggestive content, hector being creepy, hector talking bad about himself, mentions of somophilia (nothing ever happens but hector thinks about it), gaslighing, dead dove content

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! if you find any of the content above triggering, PLEASE do not read!! if you click, read, and become uncomfortable or smth don't blame me, i tried to warn you.

= The first time Hector sees you, he knows that you're the one. Out of everything, you came up to him first, turning on the thermostat to cool yourself off from the heatwave. He did as you commanded, gently blowing out a nice, cool breeze as you worked in your office. He couldn't help but stare at you as you worked, resting his head in his hands.

= He's both excited and horrified when you scan him after so long of waiting and watching everything you do. Hector doesn't introduce himself just yet, staring at you from the grate until you're about to walk away. He calls out for you and apologizes for not saying anything. He greets you and is surprised when you respond positively.

= Speaking with you was the highlight of his week, hell, maybe even his life. Hector follows you back to your room through the vents, watching you get ready for bed before laying down.

= A surge of jealousy goes through Hector at the thought of Betty holding you. It should be him! He should be down there, cuddling you, keeping you, touching you, loving you... But he knew he could never. You would find him ugly and never scan him again, maybe replace him.

= Hector fantasizes when all the objects are Realized, leaving just him and you. They wouldn't be able to stop him from loving you how you should be loved. He thought about when Dorian leaves, how he'd be able to finally sneak out and touch you as you slept. He had to take a moment when he realized how horrible that thought was, covering his mouth as if he were about to vomit. It was your fault you were making him feel like this, but he didn't want to stop feeling like this. You were a drug that could make him sober.

= His stalking grew more intense and bolder, almost getting caught a few times by the other objects. Hector never takes anything; he can't when your clothing is sentient or when your trash hoards it away. He ends up stealing from Fantina's shrine, causing her to scream and freak out, accusing everyone in the gym room.

= Speaking of the gym, it's always nice and cool in there, so you never use Fantina, just him.

= Hector loves when it's warm outside, watching you get all hot and bothered before you have to turn him on and save you from the blistering heat. He will sometimes tease you and not turn on, watching you sweat and walk around in loose clothing. He quickly turns it on when you start heading up to the attic to see what's wrong.

= When you're gone, he makes the house a living hell, turning up the heat to extreme temperatures to make everyone miserable. Everyone becomes irritable and sweaty, blaming you for leaving the heat on. Hector does feel bad when some of the objects snap at you, like Freddy and Mac. Skylar has to step in to calm a few of them down and explain that it couldn't have been you since Dorian, Curt, and Rod saw you leave without touching the thing.

= When/if you confront Hector about it, since he's the HVAC system, he lies and apologizes, his voice shaky. He doesn't want you to be mad at him, please don't be mad at him, he's only doing this because he loves you!

= Whether you believe him or not is up to you, but you tell him not to do it again.

= The other objects start to feel worried. They can sense the change in the house. The objects you're close to tell you to be careful, that something is wrong, and to keep an eye out.

= Hector tells you not to listen to them, telling you that everything is normal. He can see all over the house, and everything is fine! Just stay with him. Stay close to him. Please.

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it's late and i got a HUGE headache so i miiighhttt post a part two to this if i feel up for it idk jaybe jaybe not.

thanks for reading mwah mwah sorry about creepy hector

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How would the (tfp) Autobots react to a con!reader who is a medic that stubbornly heals bots from both factions, doesn't fight and is extremely perky?

It was a scouting mission that was interrupted by stumbled onto a Decepticon mine. Bumblebee had sustained heavy injuries and dragged himself into a hiding place. All the cons fled when the Autobots ground-bridged to the seen at least that’s what he thought. 

At first Bee was startled that the sight of the medic he’s seen Knockout before, how does he know that they are better at fixing then breaking. He still held dread that he was about to be dismantled but he felt relax upon seeing a kind smile as they gingerly investigate his wounds.

They quickly and proficiently tend to his wounds mending the important stuff first. Bee stayed silent slightly unsure about this and way more confused. “Well sweetspark I recommend seeing your medic on the rest. There’s a lot I could miss without the proper equipment,” Bumblebee let a surprised whirl at this. He never thought he would hear a Decepticon say ‘sweetspark’ in a non-sarcastic way.At least he thought is wasn’t sarcastic.

The sound of a ground bridge opening what their cue to leave saying a hearty goodbye before transforming and driving/flying off. Bumblebee was happy to see his family but sad to see his new friend go. When he walked into the base he quick to burst into a flurry of beep,whirls and clicks telling everyone what happened. Optimus was fully willing to believe that the medic didn’t it out of the kindness of their spark. The other were unsure and weary.

This was until Optimus received injuries in a fight with Megatron. Everyone was occupied fighting and could only look at their leader in fear of him being offlined. Megatron was got distracted by his SIC Starscream long enough for a new bot none of the Autobots but one had seen before. They were swift to stop the bleeding so the prime didn’t go into stasis from energon loss. The said prime silently watching the medic skillfully repair himself. The Decepticon symbol, that was obvious, laying on their chest didn’t even matter. Optimus knew that the medic what endangering themselves healing the enemy(specifically the leader of the enemy) yet are selfless enough to do it. He knew this was the medic that his scout was talking about.

“Does anything else hurt,” they say softly a smile on their faceplates. He shook his head muttering a ‘thank you’. The fighting around dulled down and the Decepticons but the medic stay by the prime until the other Autobots started walking towards them. Standing from their kneeling position they let the other bots surround their leader backing away from them. Ratchet lent over Optimus to double check the newly repaired wounds, being surprised that it was well cared for. 

Team the look over to were the medic once stood seeing them moving far away in the distance.They knew they would see them again and hopefully get a name.

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NSFW HC's— Mateo, Hector, Eddie & Volt x GN!Reader (MDNI)

A/N: Wrote these as more of a practice to get back into the swing of writing after Uni fucked me in the ass with no prep. Thank you for reading<3 not proofread sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language :-] if you have a request for a specific character id love to see them!

WC: 2.1K

Mateo

With Mateo, you’re going to find a lover that is gentle and accommodating, firm on boundaries but not harshly so! He genuinely loves you with his entire being, that's why he’s willing to have these could be hard conversations.

Definitely a pleasure top, loves taking orders, loves seeing how he makes you feel good. Loves asking how you feel when his hands are exploring your body, “How’d that feel?”, “Does that feel good? Yeah?”, asks the same questions when he’s deep inside you, he doesn’t want to hurt you and… he gets carried away when he’s balls deep inside his favorite human, so he makes sure to prioritize your comfort and pleasure above his.

Dare I say, foreplay is his favorite part. Loves pawing at your clothes, his fingers playing with your already sensitive sex as your pajamas are ruined because of him. 

No matter how embarrassing it sounds, one of the quickest ways to get him horny is to sleep with him—your blanket—between your legs, especially if you’ve just masturbated before going to bed.

Mateo loves having his mouth on you in general. Sucks on your nipples, licks the cum spilled on your stomach, licks your neck after giving you a hickey, licks between your pecs/breasts, man just loves the taste of you. 

If you let him cum inside you—the affirmation alone makes his cock throb inside you by the way—he’ll let out a whine so pathetically needy, thanking you over and over again as he slams his hips down, capturing your lips in a kiss before thrusting as deep as he can. Biting down on your lip in pure ecstasy. Tears forming in those beautiful eyes of his as you feel him filling you up.

As mentioned above, very vocal and whiny when he gets needy. When you’re in the middle or even just foreplay, his voice is low and breathy, as he gets closer to the edge, his thrusts getting sloppy and your name starts to spill out of his lips non-stop; that’s when he gets whiny.

Receiving blowjobs are kind of a guilty pleasure for him. You did so much for him after all, asking you to suck him off without gaining pleasure in equal measure in return— hr can’t even get himself to ask. Even though he has had at least 3 wet dreams about it, the way your mouth envelops all of him, you wouldn’t let go until he came down your throat- fuck he knows you wouldn’t. He wants that shit carnally, if you tell him you want to make him cum with your mouth, he almost cries and cums on the spot.

Please, pretty please force him to cum down your throat, he might actually pass out, but it would be the best way to go in his mind. Don’t let go of his thighs and bury your head even deeper. Take his dick so deep that you feel his tip press on the back of your throat. The sensation alone will have him cry out your name and cum so fast and- so much.

After foreplay, aftercare is his favorite time. Loves spoiling you, feeling your warmth as you wrap him around you. Kisses you everywhere, makes sure to clean you up before himself, always puts you above himself. Cuddles you to sleep, a temple kiss as you fall asleep is a Mateo guarantee every time.

Hector

Honestly, he’ll be whatever the hell you want him to be, but he’s a pleasure top at heart. He loves being dominated, but also wants to be the one that gives you the pleasure. He wants to be the reason you can’t form coherent sentences as he’s fucking you, just like you asked him to.

He really can’t help himself sometimes, he just has to tease you. Like the hand on your nape being way colder than you expected as the hand he’s using to tease your sex being way hotter than expected— it creates a heavenly overstimulating experience that has you squirming in his hold, much to his delight.

One of his biggest kinks is being tied up, completely helpless. You could just leave him there while you watch and tease the tip of his dick with your index finger, just pressing on his slit a little bit to tease him about how much pre is coming out, and he just cums on the spot. Something about feeling like he’s your present, especially if you use pretty ropes— that’ll make him feel so pretty, actually!

Continuing on with the tied up part, he loves it he really does it’s just sometimes, not being able to touch you as you’re going down on him feels like pure torture. Of course, you’re going to make him cum just from getting his dick sucked, and his hole fingered as he begs and cries about wanting to touch you so badly, his fingers are itching, he’s crying and begging but know that the longer you deny him what he wants the more you’ll absolutely ruin him when you give him what he wants.

Ride him. That’s the fastest way to make him cum. You’re in control, on top of him and using his dick for your own pleasure? Oh yeah, he has already made peace with the fact that he’s going to cum as soon as his tip even touches your entrance. He’s just so, so sensitive to your every touch. He eats up every bit of sensation you make him feel. Though, he is very durable. He can go for a few rounds   even if he’s crying because of the overstimulation, it doesn’t matter as long as you’re getting use out of him. He was made to please you, after all. 

By any chance you give him free rein and let him fuck you however he wants to, prepare for it to get messy. His dick will slip out of you multiple times, pre and cum will be all over your inner thighs, but somehow it’ll be the best fuck you’ll ever have because it is driven by desperation, by love and fully shameless attraction towards your whole being outside and inside. Will cry if he cums inside of you prematurely, apologizing again and again whether you two used condoms or not. 

His body temperature will be a mess as well. When he’s so close to the edge, his entire body will burn up and up and as soon as he orgasms he will be ice-cold, it’ll take a while for him to adjust back to a comfortable degree. His fingers will be so cold from sheer excitement and nervousness bubbling inside of him while in foreplay, then it’s just going to get hotter and hotter until you’re both sweating buckets. He will do his best to adjust the temperature of his dick, finger, and mouth as to give you the full experience of getting it on with your…well, HVAC.

Would do his best to give you after care, but the poor thing’s nerves are fried beyond belief, so it’s up to you most of the time. Please never put off physical contact for long after sex, he’ll get so insecure about if he did well or if you’re disappointed or if he upset you. Loves kisses on his temple and tips of his fingers the most. So sweet to you after it, even more so, basically sings your praises with every breath he takes just to make you understand how much he loves you and how much of a treasure your body is to him as much as you yourself are.

My baby…

Eddie & Volt

Good God, these two. Prepare to be double-teamed or participate in double-teaming one of them because it is a guarantee that it’s going to happen.

Classic position in any throuple having sex, you’ll suck Eddie off as Volt is fucking into you from behind. They are both gentle but firm in their movements. Gentle to make sure they don’t hurt you or make you uncomfortable, firm in their movements as they do love using their most likely more superior physical strength on you. Such as, Volt practically gripping your hips with a force tethering on the edge of bruising as he thrusts into you with a good amount of force. Eddie will cup your chin in his palm as he forces you to look up at him as you take his dick all the way when Volt thrusts particularly slow and deep, leading to a cacophony of sounds of their moans and grunts and wet noises you can’t really control when your mouth is stuffed.

This position could also be varied in this way; if you have a dick or are willing to use a strap, Eddie will fuck into you as you’re deep inside Volt. Eddie loves having his hand on your throat as an anchor as he’s essentially fucking your brains out from behind as Volt has his arms wrapped around you, you’re using his thighs as an anchor with a death grip on them as the sensation of being full and being inside Volt along with both of their moans, whines, and praises does leave you a dumb little thing. “Close already, live wire?” as Eddie’s breathy voice is brushing against your ear, Volt is digging his nails on your back at the same time, “Look how needy he is already, don’t want to disappoint him do you?” when you shake your head, you hear him let out a deep chuckle, “Then don’t stop moving those hips, he needs to cum before you, don’t forget,” releasing your neck from his hold as Volt hugs you even tighter. With a loud moan as you feel Eddie hit that sweet spot, you let your hips move on their own with desperation, earning a moan of your name from both of them. 

You’re getting on that damn counter if you ever, and I mean ever, tease them on the opening hours. Your punishment? Spreading your legs for them on the counter while Volt uses his mouth on your sex in a way that’s barely stimulating but so tantalizing that you can’t help but thrust your hips up for more friction as Eddie’s fingers once again knowingly brush over that damn sweet spot. They’re doing it on purpose, giving you the sensation of pleasure but keeping the actual pleasure itself so, so close yet so far away to melt you into a begging, desperate mess.

This specific scenario will never leave my mind: You're on Eddie’s lap, your thighs are right on top of his, him opening his legs and yours in the process as he watches Volt fuck into you as he forces you to open your legs up when they close on instinct.

Volt’s guilty—but not really— pleasure is eating you out after Eddie just came inside of you:

If you’re AFAB he just loves the taste of both you and Eddie as he rubs your clit and fingers you with a brutally fast pace on your already overstimulated sex to make you cum on his tongue one more time, moaning into your cunt when you do so.

 For AMAB, he loves eating you out yes but his favorite thing to do is lick all that pre off of your tip, he loves the clean you up after a good fuck with Eddie, his tongue never leaving your tip as he sucks on the already sensitive tip and moans as your cum fills his mouth and the feel of your tip throbbing on his tongue is just heavenly.

You and Volt love teaming up on Eddie, it’s just so damn good. Volt takes Eddie’s dick out of his pants, gives his tip a kitten lick and helps you take all of it into your mouth. Stroking him as you suck Eddie off, Volt’s other hand cupping Eddie’s balls as he tells you to give them attention too. Teases Eddie for the very whiny noises that escape him, especially as he cums down your throat, he lets out such a pretty moan when he does so. Oh, Volt will never let him forget that, endless teasing material.

I wanted to write about how they’d try to fuck you with both of their dick’s in only one of your hole, but I don’t have much energy, so I’m just planting that idea in your lovely heads.

Aftercare will be 10/10 every time. Some cool water, both of them cleaning you up as you just lay there and get treated like royalty. Eddie will even have your favorite fruits stocked in their fridge just to give you some with a deep blush on his cheeks as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out 5 minutes ago. Volt is amazing at making you feel at ease, his voice is just so damn soothing, and he knows where to touch as he’s massaging you. Three-way cuddle, of course you’re in the middle.

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Tired of Gray

Jack Frost x Reader

Tired of Gray

Prompt: I saw that you write imagines for Jack Frost. Would it be alright if I requested the soulmate AU where you only see color when you meet your soulmate with him, please?

Your whole life, you knew there was someone out there meant for you. Someone who would turn this dull colorless world into something breathtaking. Something amazing. And yet, as you sat in your boring Algebra II class watching the first snow of the year drift down on the quiet town, you had a feeling that waiting for that special someone was only going to get harder as time went on.

Some people waited pretty much their whole lives to find their soulmate.

Jack Frost went under the ice in a black and white world. When he resurfaced, it seemed that even his eternal afterlife was stuck in a dull shade of gray. Couldn’t the man in the moon have had some mercy on him? He had already lost so much, couldn’t he have been given one thing?

And so Jack, trapped in his dull world, tried to entertain himself as best he could by making mischief and causing snowfalls. Though only briefly, his fun-filled days kept him occupied. But after three hundred years, how much longer could he take this?

***

After school finally came to an end, you bundled up before venturing out into the cold. The walk home wasn’t very long, and on gorgeous days like this, you almost looked forward to it. The air around you seemed to tingle in anticipation. You didn’t know why, but today felt different. Today felt…important. It felt good.

You walked into your gray house and set your gray backpack on the gray chair. You sat through a gray dinner and watched some gray TV shows. Then, you went up to your gray room and changed into gray pajamas.

It wasn’t even until you were climbing into your gray bed that you heard the noise in the yard. Now, any sane person would write a noise like this off and get into bed. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the feeling deep inside that something was about to change. Something big. And you hoped it had to do with your eyesight because you were getting sick and tired of varying shades of gray.

You quietly crept down the stairs and out into the yard. Your boots crunched in the fresh snow. Large white flakes drifted down all around you, some of them settling into your hair while others fell into the sheet beneath you.

“Hello?” Your voice was tentative, quiet, almost immediately swallowed up by the silence all around you. The bright full moon shone in the velvet sky, surrounded by glittering stars. Even in black and white, a night like tonight was still stunning.

You spun around, and when you did, you were met with about the last thing you expected to see. There was a spritz of sparkles in your vision and then an explosion of color. And then…there he was.

***

Jack couldn’t describe what had brought him to the backyard he was standing in. He couldn’t tell you if you asked why he had ventured there. But deep in his heart, he knew it was finally time. And when you turned around and his eyes met yours, the world around him burst into brilliant blues.

The way you were looking at him told him you were seeing the same thing for the first time in your life: color. And also: himself. That brought about another point. You could see him.

“You can…you can see me?” He whispered excitedly, taking a few steps closer.

In your state of shock, you could only nod as you stared into his icy eyes. They were the most amazing shade of blue you had ever seen, and they sparkled like the freshly fallen snow that was sitting all around you. His white hair was arranged in disarray, a chaotic mess that seemed to defy logic. And good God, his voice made you want to melt like an icicle in the sun.

“I-I think so, yeah. Unless this is an awesome dream, I mean. But uh, yeah. I can.” You replied. He tried to keep his cool, but he couldn’t help the thrilled smile that took over his handsome features.

“You have no idea,” his voice was hoarse and he took heavy steps towards you. You could swear there were tears in his eyes, “how long I have waited to meet you.”

“I’m (Y/N),” you told him.

“Jack. Frost.” He took a few more steps towards you. Your hands tentatively rose to his pale cheeks, warm fingers brushing against his chilly skin. You shivered, instead resting both of your hands on the fabric of his blue sweatshirt. His fingers tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and moments later, his cold lips pressed a long kiss to your forehead. Then, after a patch of silent eye contact, you gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a real kiss. It was cold, but pleasantly so.

“Jack Frost as in the Jack Frost?”

“Yeah,” he smirked, looking down at you. His hands had found places on your cheeks, thumbs gently stroking your soft skin. No one had ever looked at you like this. Like you were their entire world. But you wouldn’t complain. You liked it more than you cared to admit. “Is that a problem?”

“Not necessarily.” You let your hands wander down his chest and then sneak around his torso. God, it felt good to let him hold you. He held you closer and tighter than anyone ever had, desperate not to let you slip away somehow. He had waited for you for centuries, and now here you finally were. He sure as hell wasn’t going to take you for granted. Ever. “As long as you can still show up in the summer and spring and fall, that is.”

He chuckled, and you fell in love with the sound of his laugh.

“I think that could be arranged.”

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I completely understand if this is off limits but could you please do an imagine of The Doctor, The Clown and The Singularity comforting a rape survivor? It doesn't need to be explicit, as a survivor myself I just want to see how my comfort characters might react

I think I can do that. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. I've looked at this request multiple times, I was so unsure how to handle it and word it. I didn't want to come off as uncaring or insensitive, that was never my intention. I hope enjoy. And hey, you're amazing, I hope you know that. Side note, I call Singularity it because there is No confirmed gender and, as far as I know, it's not a living creature.

Comforting a Reader who is a Survivor of SA

Doctor, Clown, Singularity

Doctor

Herman is good at a lot of things.

He's highly intelligent, well spoken, and a well-rounded individual, you know, minus the whole killing part.

One thing he isn't good at, it's comforting people.

But that doesn't mean he isn't going to try.

He fancies himself somewhat of a psychologist.

Many other denizens of the realm would disagree, but their opinions don't matter right now.

You are what matters right now.

If something that's very traumatic to you, he knows that.

He wants you to tell him everything.

It may come off as insensitive, but he's really not trying to be.

Herman just wants to gather all the facts before he attempts to help you.

He'll sit down with a pen and paper, jotting down everything you say.

And several days later, you'll walk in on him sitting on a chair and across from him will be a couch for you to lay on.

He's been researching, researching everything he could about talk therapy and ways to help you through this.

If you're the type who has nightmares, rest assure.

Herman will be beside you the whole night.

And he gives the best hugs ever.

If you don't want to hug? No problem!

He'll be there if you want to talk.

He's an excellent listener and, despite having the deep urge to offer advice, he won't offer any unless asked to.

If this happened before he was around, he'll be sensible and not blame himself entirely.

But if it was in the realm, he'll hate himself everyday. Hate that he wasn't there to protect you.

He'll never say that out loud.

Sometimes his methods are a little unorthodox.

"Dissecting a human brain always cheers me up? Would you like to try?"

"I have Dwight tied up here. Would you like to hit him with a baseball bat? Help relieve some of your stress?"

Once he realizes his preferred activities aren't exactly calming to you, he'll flat out just ask you what you want to do.

As long as it isn't some dangerous or self-destructive activity, he's all for it.

Even if it's something he doesn't like to do.

You like to bake? He'll be right there with a chef's hat.

You like to sing? He won't be singing, but he'll certainly listen.

You do some sort of art therapy? He won't be drawing pleasant things, but he'll draw with you.

He'd do anything for you.

Clown

Kenneth also isn't good at comforting people.

Unlike Herman, he's not a genius.

But he knows when someone is in distress.

He's aware when someone is suffering.

And usually, he likes when people suffer.

But, not you.

He hates to see you suffering.

If this is the first time he's hearing of this, he's going to be angry.

Not at you.

At the person who hurt you.

He'll immediately demand to know the details.

"Isn't it obvious! I'm gonna kill the fucker!"

"Do you want me to bring back their head or something else?"

They aren't in a realm with you.

Which will frustrate Kenneth, but he knows better than to continue on.

You need comfort right now.

And he won't leave you when you're in need.

"You know I've witnessed it in person."

"The circus, it wasn't all smiles and fun."

He witnessed some very awful things happen at that circus.

Carney's aren't exactly known to be nice people.

"I didn't say anything or do anything. Fucking haunts me to this day."

"I'm not going to make that mistake again."

He doesn't know much about caring for other people.

But for you, Kenneth will learn to be the best damn therapist you could ask for.

One thing he's really good at is giving you space when you need it.

He's never too far away though.

He's always with an earshot, always ready to come back to your side when you're ready for him.

And if you don't want to talk? Don't sweat it.

He's perfectly fine sitting in silence with you.

He'll also make sure you don't turn to drugs or alcohol.

"That shit doesn't solve anything."

"Trust me, I know."

He also knows that sitting around and doing nothing isn't good for you.

He won't force you, but he'll highly suggest you guys go take a walk together or something.

"What, you think sitting in the dark all day is gonna help you? Nah!"

He'll make extra sure to keep a hand or arm on you if you feel comfortable that way.

If that's what makes you feel more protected, more safe to come out, then he'll do it.

Besides, everyone knows not to mess with Kenneth unless you want your fingers on a keyring.

Well he isn't the best at caring for people, he's very good at picking up on people's emotions.

"Clowns instinct."

Whatever that means.

So he knows when you're going through a particularly hard time.

And it kills him to see that.

He's going to get you through this. He'll be right by your side the whole time.

Singularity

It doesn't understand what's going on.

Humans are still quite a mystery to it.

Huxly is very aware that humanity is deeply flawed.

That they do terrible things to each other just for namesake.

Just because they desire control or power or status or wealth.

All of those things are inconsequential and do not lead to the perfect existence.

The perfect existence, that's you.

Someone kind, intelligent, caring, all the things humanity should be.

So to hear that somebody did something so terrible to the perfect existence?

"Inconceivable."

"All outcomes for this scenario do not compute."

It just doesn't get it.

It's first instant will be to find the individual responsible for your distress.

"Seeking to eliminate target."

But that isn't possible.

"Searching databases for most logical solutions."

Again, Huxly isn't human.

So, naturally, it doesn't really understand human emotions.

He'll start walking away.

What it lacks in the caring department, it more than makes up for in providing comfort.

It knows what you like, what you dislike, what makes you the happiest when you're feeling down.

It can sense a shift in your behavior.

Huxly knows when you are feeling the worst.

It will be ready with all your favorite items in what seems like me or seconds.

"You are experiencing discomfort. Providing nutritional substances and warmth aids."

It got your favorite snacks and blankets.

"Adjusting core temperature for maximum relaxation."

It can turn into a heating or cooling pad depending on your preference.

"Providing entertainment to enhance simulation."

It will put on your favorite shows or movie, or bring you a favorite book.

It isn't really good at talking about things.

It can search its data banks all at once, it knows it can't come up with something to say that will ease all your pain.

And, although it doesn't understand the emotion, it makes it angry.

You might have to explain to him how you like to be comforted, otherwise, he'll take everything he finds online and combine it.

And, as nice but, you're not a statistic, you're a person.

What really matters is that it's trying.

Does it understand why the things that make you happy do?

Not at all.

But it knows that it makes you happy.

And that's all that really matters to it.

Seeing you smile, seeing you filled with glee.

That is its ultimate purpose.,

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reading fanfic in bed is one of the best things that could happen to a person

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How about a smutty scenario where soundwave has surveillance in the home of the reader (because they are trying to find the autobot base, and hope reader will accidentally spill it) and he catches reader masterbating and is confused because dang why is this fleshy human turning him on, ending in him jerking off to the video feed? thank you!

Warnings: Voyeurism, Non Consensual Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation (technically), Human x Mech Relationship

          He’s only watching in case you give information away. That’s what Soundwave tells himself as you begin to strip, hands wandering down your body. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’ve grown on him, seeing you live day to day for months. Or the fact that this is the first time you’ve done this in front of the camera for him to see.

           Soundwave starts to record without thinking, leaning closer to the screen. He remotely locks the door and double checks that he’s alone. He lets the audio feed wash through his helm, optics not moving from the screen.

           You sit on the edge of the bed, one hand clutching the bed as your other goes to touch your chest. He watches your finger tease yourself, imagining those fingers on his own frame. He should stop this train of thought, he muses, as your fingers go lower towards your own interface.

           Your first moan has his fans kicking on, Soundwave clenching his servos on the edge of the desk. You shouldn’t be doing this to him. You’re an organic and while you might look similar, there’s no way that a relationship between the two of you could work out.

           The ‘rational thought’ doesn’t stop his interfacing panels from pulling back and his servos going to stroke himself. Your moans are getting louder and his optics are locked on your face, watching as your eyes flutter closed. His gaze wanders down to your other hand, quickly matching your pace and waiting for you to reach your end.

           He’s going to have to clean the floor. That’s the last thought he has before he overloads, refusing to make any sound as you cum across the screen. Soundwave knows that this video is going straight into his private stash, cooling down and watching you catch your breath. This surveillance will have to continue, at least until he can get his hands on you.

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🐢 Donatello: INTP (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle MBTI Series) 🐢

Dominant Function: Introverted Thinking

Donnie is first and foremost concerned with logic but since he’s dominated by Introverted Thinking, it works differently when compared with Extroverted Thinking which is what Leo is dominated by. Donnie’s priority is knowledge in of itself and he will gain any amount of it he can. He isn’t concerned with using it to accomplish an exact overall goal but prefers to refine and constantly re-examine his own system in his head with it. (Mostly seen with what he invents, but is always adaptable to any information he encounters. No matter the subject.) He’s caught up in the why and how things happen and how they interact with each other to cause other things. He gets so caught up in the inner machinations of his mind that others have a hard time keeping up with him. I want to point out as well that although him and Leo are almost the exact opposites, Donnie in the end overall agrees with Leo’s side since they’re both dominated by logic. At his worst he’s stubborn about his opinions and believes that logic first and foremost should be the first concern. Not as dominating as Leo but, firm about where he stands logically.

Auxiliary Function: Extroverted Intuition

Paired with his Introverted Thinking, Donnie is able to effectively invent almost anything he sets his mind to. Donnie’s Extroverted Intuition makes him optimistic about the future technologically speaking at least and he always looks for the potential in what his machines could do. He can get lost in his idealism at times though and forget to think about practical concerns. Donnie extracts information and discovers things with this function, to think of creative technological solutions to solve problems. Being his Auxiliary Function he’s one of the most open and optimistic turtles, next to Michelangelo. Although he isn’t particularly social, this function helps Donnie be able to see the potential to trust people as well if they prove themselves to make an effort. He doesn’t state it as much as Raphael and Michelangelo, but Donnie craves going up to the surface just as much as them. He craves the potentials in information he can gain from resources on the surface and is shown almost as distracted as Mikey once something capture his attention. He’s also one to come up with new ideas that could practically help others and experiments with different ways to solve a problem. His Extroverted Intuition gathers information, while his Introverted Thinking refines it so what he invents is able to work effectively. Donnie shares this function with Mikey, which is why they’re able to get along so well as they’re both open to the potentials in the environment around them. Also one of the reasons he’s the most patient with him, understanding his need to learn more about the outside world.

Tertiary Function: Introverted Sensing

Donnie is the most passive of his brothers usually preferring to stand by the sidelines instead of directly interact with his environment. He’s too comfortable with analyzing that he has a hard time engaging in the moment and needs a sort of reference to look back to before doing anything. He’s often blindsided as well when something happens in his physical environment and can’t quite adapt as well as the others. He’s cautious when it comes to the physical environment but otherwise shows no caution towards what he creates or invents. It’s what gets him and his brothers into trouble so many times when he doesn’t think about the practicalities if something should go wrong with them. He’s also fairly caught up in his own personal routine and checks up on his machines to improve them in some way. Next to Leo, he’s the most sensible and will provide assistance with the knowledge he stores in his head, practically remembering every ounce of information he gains and is interested in.

Inferior Function: Extroverted Feeling

I would say Donnie is considered healthy as an INTP and is able to engage with his inferior function well. Engaging with feelings isn’t his first priority but he isn’t adverse to them either. Donnie is more insecure than adverse with his feelings as well as how well he fits in with others at times. His insecurities also stemming from his self consciousness of how he comes off to others and how he tries to help them. Everything he does is to help others but the only way he knows how is through what he creates and invents for them. He’s more inclined to accomplish something for others rather than out right talk or engage with them emotionally. It is however something he craves deep down but has issues with, wondering if others will judge him for being emotionally honest. Although he always takes Leo’s side when it comes to logic and can understand how using it is better for future success, Donnie is healthy enough to understand that logic isn’t the only way of being. He’s able to see the point of view of both Raphael and Mikey, even if he disagrees with the logic behind their actions. Being his inferior function though, he doesn’t exactly know what to do when conflicts arise, preferring to almost completely stay out of them or try to calmly state his opinions. Although compassionate and helpful Donnie gets too caught up in his inventions and prefers to fiddle with them rather than engage with others around him. At least up until he has something he wants to show off that could potentially help them.

*HE IS COMPLETELY UNDERRATED. I WOULD SAY HE’S THE HEALTHIEST TURTLE. PLEASE HE NEEDS MORE LOVE.

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HIHI!! Could I pretty please have a GN!Reader x Hector one-shot?? Hector decides to set up an at home date with the help of the fellow datables? He read about it through his "How to get a Date 101" book trust me on this.

First date, kinda nervous

Summary: Some objects are fed up with Hector's yearning and take fate into their own hands (read: Sophia drags everyone into hooking Hector UP)

Featuring: Hector, Sophia, Parker, Mitchell Lin

Fic type: fluff, accidental confession, cutesy date once Sophia and Mitchell are out of the picture.

Language warning, possible suggestive comments, they/them pronouns used for reader, no Y/N use, might be ooc for him! I haven't read up much on his character yet

"You absolutely coward!" She yells out, towering over Hector with a demeaning aura. Her presence made all objects quiver and he certainly wasn't an exception. "What-why are you talking to me like this!" Hector cried out, cowering behind Parker who was probably on something at moment.

Sophia groans in frustration before turning around, her hand coming up to push on her temples as you would to get rid of an oncoming headache. "You!" She huffs out once more, "I'm sick and tired of your- your-" her stuttering words and raised tone made Hector want to go back to his air vents "Your yearning!!" Sophia finally lets out. She turns around and points accusingly at him.

Her accusation was right, Hector was a total yearner and any object that saw him could tell. If you were in the room he was in the room too, well, in the vents more like.

Parker laughed after Sophia turned around to point at Hector, who was still hiding behind him. "Dude! She's absolutely right!" He chuckles to himself, turning around to leave Hector out in the open. "You're totally in love with them, why don't you do something? If the dice roll on hearts you can't deny~!" He almost sings the last part, dragging on the last note.

"But!" Hector cries out, not even knowing what to say, he starts word vomiting and stuttering out filler words. "Shut up!" Sophia yells out, stomping her heel onto the ground and getting both boys in front of her to listen to her orders. "I'm sick of you, sick of having to listen to you weirdly talk about them to yourself! There's only one way to solve this problem of ours." She crosses her arms, leaning to one side and staring daggers into Hector. He could feel her judgement.

There's a tense pause, Hector trying to avoid how aggressively Sophia was staring at him. "Man," Parker spoke up, looking from Hector to Sophia "even I'm scared to know."

Sophia smirks, though it's even more intimidating than when she's frowning. "You're going on a date with them."

Everything stills.

"EXCUSE ME?!" Hector yelled, his hands raised to his head and he started stressing- pacing around the room, practically circling Parker by accident. "I can't! You! I don't know anything about dates!" He cries out, crouching down and covering his head like the roof was crashing down on him.

"Well then it's a good thing I do" she praises herself, resting her hand on her chest and smiling like she was the best object to ever exist. "I've employed the help of a friend, this date will not go wrong under my watchful eye." She walks over to grab Hector by the back of his outfit and swiftly starts dragging him to the hatch leading to the second floor. "Wh-wait! I never said I'd do this!" He cries while being dragged away.

Parker stares at door before shrugging and sitting down, humming to himself as he sets up his chess board.

Sophia and Mitchell Lin watch from behind the wooden boxes that sat nearby, watching as Hector sat on the makeshift picnic blanket (provided by Mateo) and went over lines that were fed to him by the two. The lines were nothing if not full of sexual innuendos and confidence, Hector didn't have enough of the second one to make them really work; he kept stuttering over them as he practiced to remember them.

He quickly shut up and stared at the entrance with fear as everyone heard the stairs creak, someone was coming up and all three knew who it would be. The door opened and you walked in, as expected. "Oh, hey Hector..." You wave at him, looking around the room "Sophia told me to come here, any clue why?" Seeing as she wasn't there, you go and take a seat on the cloth he was sitting on, smiling at him.

"Are- are you a..." Hector mumbled, staring at Sophia from behind the boxes as she tried to coach him into remembering/saying the introduction line. "No I haven't seen her" he relents, turning away to avoid Sophia's angry face. You let out a hum and move to sit closer to him.

"That's alright, maybe I'm just early." You shrug, leaning against the wall and cross your legs. "Good thing you're here though!" Hector stares at you, swallowing his fear to ask "Why is that?" To which you happily respond with "You make great company! Much better than a few objects I can think of."

Your comment flusters him and makes him feel like he might burst into flames, the temperature was definitely a few degrees hotter than it was a few seconds ago. "And I wanted to talk to you..." You quiet down, suddenly trying to avoid looking at him.

"Talk to.. me? About what?" He mutters, fiddling with his hands and the blanket to try and relax him. "Well.. You see Hector I-" you pause, leaning over to take one of his hands and holding it on your lap "I really like you..." The bashful look on your face says it all, it was the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Hector's metaphorical heart felt like it was about to burst, no doubt your house getting warmer by the second.

"Oh! I- uh..." Hector trails off, unsure what to say to truly show just how much he returns the feelings. Before either of you could say something else Mitchell Lin jumps up from his spot and points at Hector "He has the hots for you too!" Hector gasps and stares at Mitchell with a betrayed look on his face.

"Good job Mr. Lin, you've ruined my absolute romantic plan!" Sophia complains, standing up as well since the jig was up. She grabs onto his jacket and pulls him outside, slamming the door behind the both of them to actually give Hector privacy with you.

The room quiets again before you turn to Hector. "Is it true? Do you also like me back?!" The hopeful look on your face breaks him as he grabs onto your hands and pulls you close to him. "Yes! It's true! I feel so deeply for you. I can't help but spend all my time thinking of you and how lovely you are." He takes a shaky breath before continuing "You are one of the kindest humans to ever enter this home, and everyday is a blessing to me- just being in your presence is a great honor!"

The word vomit is said almost too quickly for you to understand, yet when he's done and looks up at you waiting for some sort of negative reaction he's only met with the biggest smile ever.

"Oh, Hector!" You cry, leaning over and wrapping your arms around him in a huge hug. "You're the best AC a person could ask for!"

[qupshalfempty]

imagine your f/o saying: “are u doing ok? i care about you so so much and i worry sometimes…. do you wanna talk about it?”