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97keanu · 2 months ago

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Premise: Kick-Ass stumbles into your room while escaping a scuffle one night and you just had to make him yours.

Tags/CW: Bimbo/Mean Girl!Reader, Subby!Dave (until he’s not :3c ), Rich girl!Reader, p in v, oral (M + F Receiving), Voyeurism, Mask stays ON!, lots of smut little of plot, dirty talk.

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Out of all the open windows in New York, how did Dave get as lucky as to pick yours to jump into?

You fall into your plush pink bed with a pout. You can’t believe you’re grounded on a Friday night, and the sounds of people bustling around on the streets of New York below didn’t help to make you feel better. You look around your room, designer furniture drenched in pinks, creams, and white taunting you like a gilded cage. Tortured, you throw a hand over your face, rolling over in bed to grab your iPod touch that features an endless scroll of all your friends having much more fun on social media.

You glance out your window, the sparkling sky line of the upper east side of New York glittering with fun that you’ve been disallowed from taking part in. It’s open just slightly, letting in the cool late September air into your bedroom. You groan as another text from your besties comes in showing just what you’re missing, a video of them walking down near your street and laughing together.

“We’re like right outside, you should just sneak out.” One sends, tempting you.

You think about it, how easy it would be to just climb out of your window and down the fire escape and try to make it back home before anyone would notice, but you know how many more Friday nights you would miss if you got caught.

You’re just about to text them back about just how miserable you are, and that you can’t risk it tonight, when a new video pops up in the chat.

You’re ready to tell them to stop teasing you with a good time and that you already feel like a prisoner in your own home when you notice that the video takes on a different tone than the last one.

You watch as the pedestrians behind your friends start a commotion, someone in the crowd trying to push through. You hear a polite, yet urgent voice as you get a better look at just who is causing such a stir.

“Sorry! Sorry! Excuse me, folks, coming through!” The man appears to be masked, a green and yellow body suit covering anything identifying.

He moves around your friends and begins to crawl up a familiar looking fire escape.

“Holy shit, is that Kick-Ass?” One of your friends in the video yells before the scene becomes a blur and the video ends.

Kick-Ass? That vigilante everyone’s been posting about?

You barely have time to think much more to yourself as you hear the sound of foot steps pounding up the rusty metal outside your window. You pull back from the bed, almost letting out a half scream as a pair of green gloved fingers slide in the gap in your window. The figure slides it open further before launching his body inside your room with a crash, taking most of the assortment of trivial things off your nearby desk.

“Oh my god!” You clutch your iPod, barely registering that there’s a man in your room and you only have on a pair of panties and a PINK baby tee on. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, I’m sorry,” Kick-Ass looks around your room in disbelief, his bright blue eyes and his pouty plump lips the only parts exposed by his mask. “I just, REALLY needed to get away from those guys!”

He tries to catch his breath, panting for a second before looking over at you and your scantily dressed form.

“Oh, geez, I um,” His soft voice wheezes out in embarrassment for the situation, not able to find any words to make this any better.

”You were?” You raise a perfectly plucked brow, folding your arms over your chest.

“I um,” He tries to find any way that makes him look like less of a perv, but he knows that it’s pretty much useless.

Your iPod keeps Ping!-ing, and finally after giving the stranger in your room one final stare down, you peek at just who’s bothering you.

“OMG he like totally crawled in your window!”

“Like wtf are you guys going to do in there???”

“I know what I’D be doing if Kick-Ass was in MY room.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jessica ur like such a slut.”

“Well, he IS kind of hot.”

“Well, there’s no way he actually went into HER room, it had to be someone else’s…”

A smile twists onto your pretty glossy lips, and you glance up at this supposed crime fighter named “Kick-Ass” before taking a few steps towards him.

“So,” You say, the nervous energy clearly written on his face, despite the mask. “You’re telling me you’re the Kick-Ass guy they’ve all been talking about.”

“Um,” His voice catches, then he clears his throat. “Y-yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“And I would be like, so totally cool for getting to meet you?” You take another step closer, your bare, manicured toes sinking into your plush white carpet with each step.

“M-maybe, I don’t really…” His voice trails off as you continue closer, hands extending to touch gently on his chest over the superhero suit. “…Know…”

“Mhm…” You look up at him, batting those long lashes of yours at him while drawing a circle with one finger over his heart. “I think it’s only fair I get something out of this since you so rudely barged into my room like this.”

“W-what do you have in, um, mind, exactly?” You can practically see the desperation in his eyes as they flick from yours down to your glossy lips.

“Oh, nothing, I just need you to help me prove something to my friends.” You lean up on your tip toes, letting your face get closer and closer to his. “Just a little kiss, well, maybe more…”

You watch as he exhales, shaky and full of want, and his big blue eyes blink with confusion.

“What? A big time superhero like you can’t mind a little attention, can he?” You whisper out, letting each word fall with implied longing.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s not such a good idea…” He must be crazy to hesitate, but he does, trying to pry his eyes from looking at you.

”Think about it, being seen giving a hot girl a kiss will give you major street cred.” You coo, attempting to sweeten the deal. “You’ll like, totally, have saved the day.”

Kick-Ass just looks at your lips for second, as if envisioning himself pressing his to yours. Then his eyes flick back up to yours, their wide eyed innocent stare searching there.

“J-just a kiss?” He can’t help himself from looking at your kissable lips now as he says it, watching as you bite your bottom lip and nod your head.

You’ve got him in your pretty pink manicured hands now, all you have to do is lead him over to your window.

The night air blows your hair back as you open the large window to its fullest extent, which allows you to prop your cute ass up onto the window sill. You hear the sounds of your friends gasping below and whispers as you pull the green masked vigilante towards you. You already know they likely have their phones out, but you don’t care. You watch as Kick-Ass’s eyes go from you to down below, obviously fighting nerves in favor of getting a taste of your cherry lip gloss.

You take his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing up against the fabric of his mask, and you pull him closer, his body moving with yours with a held back eagerness. You know there’s no way he would refuse a girl like you.

His lips touch yours like butterfly wings, softly before yours go in for the kill, crushing into his big, plump lips. Your friends whoops and holler below, and maybe even some pedestrians you don’t know stop to stare as the hero known as Kick-Ass puts his tongue down your throat. You can hardly wait to hear the rumors this will stir up, enjoying the popularity it will bring you at the same time as you enjoy his warm, deep kiss.

You pull away to catch a breath, and look into those dazzling blue eyes, seeing the longing that is rising there and beneath that green suit of his. You turn, looking down at the small crowd below, flashes of cellphones applauding your performance. You kiss your hand, waving it out the window and taking Kick-Ass by the fabric of his suit near his chest, and pulling him back into your room further, leaving the audience wanting more. Your iPod is already blowing up with attention, but right now you have something else you need to attend to, and it’s not your friend's texts.

“Wow…” He breathes out, your pink lip gloss sparkling on his lips and stars in his eyes. “You’re a really good kisser…”

The innocent way he talks makes you wonder if he’s ever even kissed a girl before, making you turn to him and pause.

“Is this,” You say, sweeping your hands on his lower body but not quite touching anywhere too sensitive, yet still making him shudder. “New to you?”

“Maybe, just a little,” He breathes out, letting you press into him until he’s sitting on the edge of your girly pink bed.

“I thought a big star like Kick-Ass would be a hit with the ladies,” You smile while his head leans back from how you’re touching up his chest.

“Nobody’s exactly, um, offered…” He admits, his words slow, distracted by your hands as they reach near his neck.

“Just who is under here…” You whisper, the edge of your fingers slipping under the very edge of that green mask.

“W-wait!” His hands fly up, body suddenly stiff. “We have to keep the mask on.”

You stay there for a moment, not moving, watching those baby blue eyes strain to say something to you that you can’t comprehend. You let your hands slip back down.

“Alright, but I think you’ll have to take the rest off.” You tease him, pulling at the body of the green suit this time, biting your lip while you fantasize about what’s underneath.

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Just how Dave managed to trip his way into the most popular girl in the school's bedroom, he’ll never know.

What he does know is that right now you’re looking at him like you want to eat him alive and he can barely contain the urges that he wants to do to you right now. He can hardly think straight with your hands on him, unzipping the Kick-Ass costume and letting the cool night air hit his bare skin. Dave shivers as your warm hands replace the cold and he thinks he might just die right here and right now.

He watches you, your perfect body that any boy at school would die to be touching right now, and he can barely keep his breath steady. God, he’s had a crush on you for so long, and you have no idea that he’s actually the nerd in your history class that you don’t even talk to unless you have to. He’s even talked to Marty and Todd about how hot you are, and they wouldn’t believe it if he had proof that he kissed you at all, let alone the fact that you’ve got his suit off, your manicured hand pressed up against his underwear like that.

“F-fuck…” Dave breathes out, his head lolling against his shoulders, his arms flexing their muscles as he braces against the plush of your pink bed.

“God, you’re so sensitive,” You say to him, a thin eyebrow quirked.

Dave can barely respond as you apply pressure to his cock over his black boxers, his mouth trying to find words and all that it finds is a hum of moans and affirmative “uh-uh’s”.

“You better be careful, you look like you might just make a mess in your boxers if I’m not careful.” Your voice is bratty, teasing him harshly about how easy it was to rile him up.

It was true though, Dave’s large hands curling into the pink bedspread to stop himself from bucking into your hand and finishing himself off then and there. You would think with how much he jacks off he wouldn’t be so close so soon, but he can’t help himself. Not with the way you’re touching him right now, and god, definitely not how you’re looking up at him from where you sit between his legs on your knees.

Your mouth goes over his cock, hot breath bleeding through the silky cotton of his boxers and making him close to losing his mind and his load right then and there. A struggling whimper escapes his mouth.

“I don’t- I don’t know if I can…” He can’t finish his sentence, he has to focus on not coming when you touch him like that.

”Oh, my poor little superhero,” You chide, looking back up at him while you do. “Maybe we should start you off with something a little less intense.”

All he can do is nod his head along. God, you could have told him you wanted him to walk right out that window and plummet down below and he would have. He would do anything right now to please you.

“Lay back on the bed.” You instruct and he complies. “Hopefully you can breathe with that mask on.”

For a second, Dave has no idea what you mean, until you crawl up him, thighs on either side of his body until their on either side of his head. You’re close enough that he can see the tiny lace and bows on your panties from here, and before he can say anything, you’re sliding them to the side. His eyes go wide, and he watches as you reach down and gently touch yourself. Dave’s never seen one in real life, and for a moment he’s mesmerized by how badly he wants his tongue deep inside you.

“Let’s see how well you can eat me out,” You look down at his big blue eyes looking up at you and you can’t help how turned on you are by him looking at you with such worry and want in his dark eyebrows. “Then if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll touch you…”

He nods. Oh god, how he nods. He wants nothing more than for you to suffocate him between your thighs right now. He needs you to completely use his face up for whatever you need and nothing more. You lower yourself onto his soft lips, and all he can do is take in your scent for a moment. You smell so sweet and so musky, it’s as if every breath of you goes straight to his cock, making it rock hard. His hands come up, gripping your plush thighs and pulling you onto his face deeper. His tongue flops out, taking in your taste before trying to please you further.

Dave hopes he’s doing a good job, he’s never done this before, but it’s been one of his biggest fantasies and porn searches. He tries to keep his tongue at a good speed, taking note of the moans you make, when you pull on the top of his mask ever so slightly as you hump his face to your own delight.

You were right, it is hard to breathe in this mask with your pussy blocking up every other way of breathing. Somehow, it makes it better. The fact that you control when he gets to breathe, that you lift yourself up just enough for him to catch the tiniest breaths of fresh, cool air before letting your weight down on him once more and suffocating him further. All he can do is grip your thighs, everything in his body trying as hard as possible to please you and not reach down and grab his own cock. He knows if he did, he would cum in a jerk or two and he just can’t let that happen, not yet at least.

“Fuck, your face is such a good seat,” You moan as you come closer, his tongue working magic as he tries to remember techniques from wikihow he learned just in case this ever happened to him.

Dave moans when you say this, the vibrations exciting you further. You look down at him, and he watches as you bite your lip while you ride his face, your gorgeous tits bouncing just perfectly. He reaches up, his hands grabbing them and you invite him further by putting your hand on his, pressing him into you more. You close your eyes as his tongue flicks against your clit, moving in circles and sucking when he can. After you give him some air, you come back down and his tongue twists lower, finding your sopping wet hole and diving in, taking a deeper taste. You shiver, your legs constricting against the sides of his head.

He lets his tongue get as deep inside you as he can before coming out and focusing on your clit once more, letting his tongue go flat and lapping up every inch of it. He’s proud of himself for being able to find it so easily, and the confidence gives him the energy to fight the tongue fatigue that’s slowly creeping in. He’s waited to long for this, he’s not stopping until you cum for him.

His eyes slowly open and close as you continue riding his face how you like it. He’s pratically drunk off your pussy, currently living and breathing to make you feel good. It’s like he can’t get you closer to him, his hands pulling at your thighs and waist to try to get you deeper on top of him, his breaths wild and sucking in as much air as possible between sets.

”God, I think I’m going to…” You whisper on top of him and he tries to keep his speed, only increasing enough to push you over the edge without changing up too much (he read somewhere that that’s what you’re supposed to do).

You grind harder than before, letting his tongue suck and circle your sensitive clit over and over and over until you can’t take it anymore. You begin to spill over the edge, your moans increasing, your grip on him harder than before. You feel it unwind in your lower stomach, that blissful feeling of release, those tired and tight muscles giving up and giving in to pleasure.

“Fuck…” You whine out as you finish on his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your body lets go completely and your legs shake, growing weak as the pleasure fully releases. Dave holds you up with his strong arms, making sure you feel supported as you come down. He can’t believe he made you cum like that, and his tongue laps up all that you give him greedily, that reward he gets for working so hard to make you cum.

You pull off slowly, moving down to sit on top of his aching cock with your hot, wet pussy dripping on his boxers. He almost loses it right then and there, but resists as he comes down from being so engulfed with pleasuring you. You both breathe for a moment, blissful with what’s transpired.

“Well,” You start with a shaky breath. “You definitely don’t need much more practice with that…”

Dave lets out a small chuckle that turns into a whimper as you move your hips against his cock, grinding ever so slightly, his eyes going from blissful existence to full of want and longing in such a short amount of time. He’s totally under your control.

“What else could Kick-Ass ask for…?” You tease him, inviting him to tell you what he wants next.

For a moment, he wishes he could tell you not to call him that, to say his name, to beg for him in that way, but there’s no way you would be doing any of this if you didn’t think he was the badass that fought in the streets of New York. He couldn’t tell you, couldn’t admit just how much of a nerd he really was, there’s just no way…

”I want to,” He pants, his mouth slick with you and his eyes looking at your lovely tits. “T-those…”

“God, you’re so pathetic, you can’t even form proper sentences after that face fucking, huh?” You look down at him, his big doe eyes mesmerized by your body.

You sigh and give in to his demands, however, lowering your tits to his face. He closes his eyes happily, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking with want. He pulls off in a moment with a pop before giving the other attention, the one not being sucked taken by his hands and massaged. You grind into his hips, working slowly so as to not push him over the edge just yet. His eyelids flutter as he looks up at you, his vision not quite seeing you, blurry from his lack of glasses and just how much he wants this.

You pull back, moving down so that your lips can kiss his, vaguely tasting yourself on his. You move like water, slow and liquid smooth, entrancing him further and further with your beautiful body and well placed touch. You let his lips into yours, teeth biting into the soft meat there and teasing, pulling. His moans mix in your mouth while you let your tongue explore inside of him. You come up for air, watching as he looks at you with heavy eyelids softly folding over his pretty blue eyes.

You wonder what he looks like under that green mask, getting turned on by the thought of not knowing. Of letting this stranger fuck you for just stumbling into your room on the right night at the right time. You and your friends have all talked about how sexy it is that someone like Kick-Ass is out there patrolling the streets with that body in that tight green suit of his, but you never thought he would be in here letting you make soft pink kisses down his throat.

His mouth lets out lazy moans as you kiss him there, touching him in all the right places, your hands soft and warm, taking him tenderly with a mix of quick little bites and sucks here and there. You keep him on his toes, keep him wanting more, keep moving your pussy on that hard cock of his only every few seconds to keep him from getting to carried away.

“God, I don’t know if I can take more,” He whimpers out, his hands on your ass, taking handfuls and shaking it.

“Don’t cum until I tell you,” You whisper in his ear, your breath hot and ticklish. “You got that, superhero?”

Dave gulps, eyebrows pulling together as he tries to mind, tries to be good boy, and bites his lip as you work downward, your kisses leaving a trail of pink lipstick down his gentle abs. You slide down, letting your body move until your mouth comes to the edge of his waistband. Slowly, you slip your long nails underneath, pulling his boxers back until his cock pops out with a satisfying bob.

You hesitate for a second, a first for you for tonight. You could feel how big it was underneath the black boxers he wore, but you had no idea it was THAT big. It wasn’t exactly length that scared you, not to say that it wasn't well endowed, but it was the girth that really frightened you. You wondered how you would get your lipstick-messy lips around it, if it would even fit. It made your mouth water in anticipation.

“Is it…” Dave sighs out, moving up onto his elbows to look down at you between his legs. “Is it okay?”

You realize you’ve just been staring at his cock, and your face heats up slightly.

“Oh it’s more than okay.” You say with a smirk, your hand wrapping around it and giving it a light stroke or two.

Dave’s eyes close as you do this, his lips parting as his breath picks up once more.

“Your hands feel so good,” He admits, enjoying himself as you continue, your tongue going to his base and licking back up to the tip, causing him to shudder.

You take his thick, hard tip into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl circles around it while sucking lightly. Dave’s hands grip the bed further, it’s so hard for him not to force his cock all the way in and cum down your throat immediately, it’s all he wants in the world right now, but the way you look up at him with your big doe eyes tells him to wait, to savor every moment your warm mouth is wrapped around his cock leaving pink glittery stains on it.

You let his cock fill your mouth further, taking it in slowly, inch by inch until he’s hitting the back of your throat. You moan softly as you slide it further, his cock just barely fitting, your moan cut off the deeper he goes. You bat your pretty eyelashes at him as you take it deeper and deeper until your nose is against his stomach.

“F-fuck, don’t move,” He stutters out, hand reaching out to grip your hair. “If you move I’m going to cum.”

You say nothing, his hot, hard cock down your throat, throbbing lightly with how badly he wants to cum. You can barely breathe, but you take it, take him forcing your head to stay down until he’s ready. Just when you think you’ll actually suffocate does his hand loosen on your head. You pull back, spit soaking his cock and stringing back to your mouth as you catch a breath.

“God, I’m sorry I’m just so sensitive…” Dave apologizes, feeling bad for keeping you there so long.

You shake your head, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiling.

“I kind of like it when you get a little rough…” You say with a smirk, and Dave can’t believe it.

You stand up from in between his legs, and hold out your hand. He takes it, letting you pull him to his feet and take him back to the window. You’re sure your friends have already left, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want him to fuck you against the window for the world to see just who takes Kick-Ass’s cock.

“Are-are you sure?” Dave can tell what you’re gearing up to do, bend over with your ass out and waiting for him.

“Fuck me,” You exhale, your breath fogging up the glass. “I want everyone to know what a dirty slut I am for superhero cock.”

Even though the thought of himself being on such display frightens him, Dave can’t say no to your juicy ass wiggling and inviting him. He takes his hands on either side of your hips, his cock moving up against your already wet hole, and he slowly enters you. You can’t help yourself but to moan out as you take his thick, girthy cock inch by inch, Dave carefully stretching you out to accommodate.

“You like that?” He wants you to like it so badly, so desperate to please you even though all he wants to do is fuck you like an animal right now.

“Yes,” You moan out, your tits against the cool glass, nipples erect. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

That’s all it takes for Dave to have the courage to really give it to you. He slides back out, slamming back in as deep as he can, your body rattling against the window as he does.

“Oh, fuck!” You exclaim, not realizing just how much of a pounding you would take from him.

He thrusts into you with a fury, slightly sloppy and uncoordinated from lack of experience, but fuck, your pussy just feels so good. He can’t believe how warm, wet, and tight it is, how deep he can get, how much he wants to fill you up there. You know you should have probably made him wear a condom, but you can’t help how much you love raw cock inside of you, and at least you’re on birth control.

Dave’s moans are uncontrollable, his hands gripping your ass until you’re sure there will be bruises. He needs this, needs you so badly it practically hurts. His mouth is full of moans, breaths, and curses as he tries not to let himself cum in an embarrassingly quick way. It’s so hard for him to stop like this, to edge himself inside of you while you let the world see your tits pressed against the glass of your window and your ass taking a pounding from behind.

“God, you’re such a dirty slut,” Dave whimpers out, thinking about how he’s heard something similar in all the porn he watches, hoping you’ll like it.

“Mhhhm, please make me your dirty little cum dump,” You respond, letting him know you want him to keep going.

“I’m going to fuck my load so deep inside you,” He pants, the words harsh and sharp. “And everyone’s going to see what a whore you are for me.”

You can’t help yourself, it’s just too good right now, so you snake your hand between your legs, your fingers circling your already aching clit. You know you’ve already cum once tonight, but how often does one get to be fucked by someone like this?

Dave’s hand reaches out, taking your hair into his hand and gripping it.

“You like that? You wanna be fucked like a dirty little slut?” He can’t hold himself back much longer, his eyes closing as he enjoys the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, yes!” You moan as you feel him beginning to spill inside of you, your own pleasure not far behind. “Keep going!”

Dave can barely hold back, he grips you tighter and grits his teeth as he waits for you to finish. You take every stroke like a good girl, your muscles tight and ready for release again. You quicken your hand, holding your breath while you get closer and closer to cumming.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close!” You whimper against the glass, the thought off all those people down there watching you come undone turning you on even more.

You let bliss begin to take over as his cock hits just the right spots deep inside you, your fingers rapidly keeping pace. You breathe out, your moans uncontrollable and whiny as you feel your cunt tighten around him. Dave can’t take it anymore, his cock thrusting deeper as he feels you cum around it. He spills inside of you, hot cum filling you up exactly where you need it to, the sensation of it happening while you cum at the same time almost making your eyes roll back. Your toes curl as he presses you against the window, cock rutting against you as if he can’t get deep enough. You can feel it throbbing inside of you, finishing off it’s last few spurts of cum before Dave collapses against you, leaving you pinned between him and the window.

You wouldn’t have wanted tonight to end any other way.

For a few moments all you both hear is the sound of your breathing, of your own heart racing in your ears, Dave’s ears losing hearing before the world becomes too real again.

Dave feels that shame of fucking you too hard, too publically, building up inside of him. He wonders if he went too hard, and he finds your ear, kissing right behind it and whispering.

“Was that okay? Did you like that?” His voice is soft as he checks in on you, making sure everything was alright.

You can barely talk, the feeling of Daves massive cock still inside of you, the rush of the whole thing dying down slowly. Your muscles feel useless, and you think if Dave wasn’t pinning you to the window, you would have collapsed right to the floor. The thought of moving anything right now seems like too much.

“Yeah,” You finally breathe out. “It was very good…”

Dave feels relieved to hear that, and slowly he catches on just how exhausted you are. He slowly pulls out of you, his hot cum leaving a trail down your bare legs as he does so. His hands wrap around your center, and he softly lifts you, turning and taking you back towards the bed. You let him do as he pleases, and soon he’s got the covers pull back and you on his chest, breathing softly as you begin to drift off.

You don’t know where Kick-Ass goes in the morning, but what you do know is that you whenever you leave your window open, he’s there to pleasure your every need from now on…

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permanentmess · 2 months ago

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pacman (peter maximoff x mutant!fem!reader)

a/n: i had this idea after i bought a handheld pacman game. reader in this has powers that allow her/them to control and create technology. basically has mechanical mastery but like as a power. no set time period for this really, but peter and reader are in their 20s

warnings: none! just fluff, mild language, mentions of one minor injury. angst if you squint

summary: reader notices that peter gets bored often and decides to make him a gift

word count: 974

GIF NOT MINE

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It had taken hours to create it. You spent so much time holed away in a tiny lab area that you were given to practice your powers. Hank practically begged you to leave and interact with someone other than him because of how long it had taken.

All the little things you had begun to notice about Peter Maximoff were piling up in your mind. It had gotten to the point where journaling was almost making it worse, and Jean and Charles kept looking at you with pleading looks in their eyes. They’d chastise you in your head, telling you to just tell him so your brain could quiet down.

Not in the mood to ruin the vibe the school had going though, you stuck to your details that you kept safely guarded in your heart. How he’d fidget, his favorite games, the movies he’d stand and watch while getting side tracked in the lounge, the bands he loved, and the boredom he inevitably got 5 minutes into a plane ride to a mission.

You smiled as you boxed your creation and put it safely in your room.

…..

“Peter!” you call out to him when you see him in the hallway later that week. You were done teaching for the day and you knew he was too. He looks up from the paper a student was showing him and nods at the kid, sending him on his way.

“Hey! What’s going on?” he says, speeding up to you and brushing against your side. You both start walking in sync to the dining area.

“Just got done teaching for the day,” you say quickly. “Listen, I have something for you.”

He lights up a little. “What is it? Tell me, tell me-”

You laugh at him. “Hold on a minute, geez. We gotta eat dinner first, and then you can have it.” You arrive at the dining room and stop at the end of the line.

He groans dramatically and you laugh. “You’re so mean to me, and for what? Can I have a hint at least?” He hands you a plate before grabbing one for himself.

“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder as you scoop food onto your plate. “Nope.” You look at him with a playful smile on your face as he pouts at you.

The times you laughed the most are when you were with Peter. Your face usually hurts after you guys hang out, and that was pretty much everyday since you arrived at the school. Even when he accidentally bruised your foot from running over it so fast, he still managed to make you laugh in an effort to apologize.

You both sit down to eat. “You’ll live.”

He barely makes it through dinner. You’re surprised he doesn’t super speed you to your room once you put your plates away. He is practically dragging you there though.

Once you make it to your room, you purposely start moving slowly to unlock the door. He playfully smacks your arm and you laugh at him, moving at a normal speed (well, for you that is).

“Okay, you have to sit patiently and wait,” you say, gesturing to your bed. “I have to grab it from where I hid it.”

He snorts but obliges. You raise your eyebrows to make sure he stays while you open your dresser drawer, reaching under a shirt to grab out the small box.

“I spent a lot of time making this, which is where I’ve been disappearing to lately. If it breaks just let me know.” You’re shaking a little bit, heart rate slowly getting higher. You hope he doesn’t notice as you hand him the box.

He looks up at you with soft eyes before he opens it. Despite his super speed, he opens the box slowly and unwraps the gift. He gasps.

“No fucking way. Is this what I think it is?” You let a small smile seep through on your face as you nod. “How did you do this? Holy shit, wait, you made this?”

You grin, finally relaxing a little now that you know he likes it. “The hardest part was the plastic but I had Hank and Xavier help a little bit. That’s why I asked you if I could look at your PacMan machine though.”

Before you even realize what’s happening, he’s standing up and pulling you in for a tight hug. You’re taken aback but quickly relax into it, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He pulls back after a minute, still holding you slightly in his arms.

“I’m really glad you like it. I know how much you like that game, so I figured you could use a smaller version instead of having to go to yo-" You’re cut off when Peter’s lips attach to yours.

Despite your shock, you melt into the kiss almost immediately. He pulls you closer by your hips once you relax, and you reach up to run your hands through his hair. He sighs and pulls back once you do, resting his forehead against yours with his eyes shut. You both catch your breath for a moment.

“Sorry, I-”

“Maximoff, why are you apologizing for kissing me?” He smiles at that, pressing another quick peck to your lips.

“I guess I should say sorry for not doing it sooner.” He’s running his thumbs along the side of your hips, causing you to shiver. “Are you cold?”

“No. Unless it gets me one of your hoodies. In that case, yes.” He laughs at you and pulls you in, cradling your head against his chest. You wrap your arms around him again, content with just standing here like this.

“You can have as many as you want.” He pauses for a moment. “You want to cuddle in one while I try this thing out?”

“Hell yeah.”

#peter maximoff x reader #quicksilver x reader #xmen #peter maximoff fluff #quicksilver fluff #xmen x reader

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genericpuff · 10 months ago

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LORE | REKINDLED EPISODE 42 - TO THE RESCUE

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Y'all, this episode. Holy crap. I know it's not a very long one and not much in terms of plot happens compared to previous episodes, but it's one that I've been looking forward to for ages now because it gave me the opportunity to pay tribute to that original sequence in S1, a sequence that captivated so many fans and former fans of the comic such as myself (I had the final panel as my phone background for like 2 years LMAO). Being able to redraw that scene with our own twist on it was such an amazing process, made all the better by @banshriek's amazing contributions in the background art (seriously, the background art is CARRYING this episode, I'm so grateful and proud of their work and how much they've contributed to this little spite project).

What also helped immensely was our recent anon savior who provided us with so many brush names and design notes for how they're used in LO, we had waaay too much fun using these brushes every chance we got LOL and we're gonna continue to use them because goddamn they're beautiful. Buckle up because the new year is gonna be LIT (•̀⌄•́)

In other news, halfway through the production of this episode I finally replaced my PC drawing tablet! I'm still using my Huion Kamvas 22 Plus as a monitor, but in searching for a new screen tablet, I got cold feet and decided to settle for a cheaper desk tablet instead, a Huion Inspiroy Giano. So far it's great, it's a bit on the larger side which I didn't fully realize when I bought it, so it's taken quite a bit of adjusting (plus I haven't used a desk tablet as my main drawing tool in... geez, 8 years??) but it's like riding a bike, you never really forget LOL So yeah, it's gonna make my drawing workflow a lot faster and more efficient now that I don't have to rely purely on my iPad (goodbye touch screen mishaps, hello keyboard shortcuts!) so I'm hoping it'll show in the episodes to come!

Thank you all so much for reading ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

#lore rekindled #lore rekindled comic #lore rekindled update #lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #lore olympus redraw #lore olympus rewrite

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redflagshipwriter · 4 months ago

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Hot Ghouls Chapter 12 part 1/2

Masterpost

Call me when you’re free!!!!!!

“Geeze,” Danny muttered. “Calm down, Jazz.” Still, he did what she said. He hefted up his backpack, waved goodbye to his shift relief, and dialed her up as he jogged down the library stairs.

“I’ve found two solutions!”

Danny winced at how cheerful his sister’s voice was. “Great!” He tried to match her enthusiasm, despite feeling like something that had been peeled off the sidewalk. He’d ended up working the morning shift on Saturday anyways. “Should I come over?”

“No.” Jazz sounded a little shifty. “I think it’s best if you don’t come over right now.”

“I’m not nuts!” her roommate was faintly audible, as was some kind of repetitive thwap. “We are getting this place fumigated and cleansed and exorcised-

Jazz must have power walked away from poor Tiffany. Her voice faded out. “Ahem.”

Danny pressed his lips together tightly and tried not to laugh. There was a brief space in the conversation where he probably should have said ‘I’m sorry that I made her think your place was haunted.’ But honestly? In a very literal sense, it had been haunted?

“Danny,” Jazz said, in her quiet scary voice, “shut up.”

He shut up even harder than he’d been shutting up before.

She continued in one of her determined tones that meant there was no point in arguing unless it was a hill he was willing to die on. “I am not going to stay in your place because it’s small and scary.”

‘You’re scarier,’ Danny thought mutinously. ‘You’re scarier than anything in my apartment.’

Aloud, he said something else. “Then where?” He did his best to communicate, dummy, via his tone. “I don’t think this is a coffee shop conversation.”

More importantly, he didn’t really have much coffee shop budget. Jazz didn’t have that much either. They were both on scholarships and part time jobs.

“Of course not,” Jazz said practically. “The main Gotham public library is a mid-point and you can rent out a room there for hour blocks. I’ll reserve it online on the way there. I’m halfway to the train station now. What’s your ETA- you just left campus, right?”

Danny looked down at his foot incredulously as he stepped off the final cement stair onto the sidewalk. How did she know that? He looked around dumbly for a know-it-all sister spy plane or something.

“I’ll get a media room from 3-4 pm, that gives you time to stop and get us drinks and snacks. I’ll pay you back, budget of 10 dollars. That sound okay?”

“Fine.” Danny sighed heavily. “Yeah, I can get to that area pretty fast.” He hung up and resigned himself to pushing through foot traffic. He was a lot closer than Jazz was at the moment. He put his head down and ignored the masses of humanity for a little more than 20 minutes of walking. The high lifted roof of the city's main library came into view over the surrounding buildings.

There was a grocery store pretty close by. Danny detoured there and got wrapped sandwiches, chips, and coffees. He hid them all in his backpack just in case the library had a no-food policy.

Then he checked his phone. Jazz had sent him a text telling him the floor and room number in the library. He also had seven missed calls from his parents. That initially freaked him out until he noticed that Dad had sent him a link to an update on the family blog with a string of ghost and wink emojis.

Yeah ok. It wasn't going to be important in the slightest. He ignored his parents.

He jogged the rest of the way to the library and then up the ramp. Danny slipped in the doors and enjoyed the rush of air conditioning. He nodded to the librarian visible from the door and then took the main stairs at an easy pace up to the fourth floor. The rented media room was a straight shot to the back. His sister was waiting to pounce when he opened the door.

“Get back, beast,” Danny said, alarmed. He held his backpack out like it would ward her away.

“Open it!” Jazz demanded.

Holy cow. Uh. He scrambled to unzip it and hold out the plastic shopping bag in offering.

“Gimme gimme, thank you,” Jazz sang and she snatched the snacks from his hands. Danny blew on his fingers pointedly as if her speed burnt his fingertips. She ignored him and unwrapped the ham and cheese at lightning speed.

Oof. Danny kept his fingers a little closer so they didn't get bitten off and side-eyed his big sister as she all but inhaled the sandwich. He popped open the chips bag and ate a couple, feeling a bit freaked out by how ravenous she was. He opened his mouth to comment and then thought better of it.

“Are those for both of us?” Jazz swallowed her sandwich and pointed at the chip bag.

Danny held his hands up and let her take it away. “Geeze,” he said, quietly. He took his own sandwich out from the bag that Jazz had abandoned and ate it at a more normal speed. By the time he'd finished Jazz was content with the chips. He cautiously reached out and fished the bag back towards him. A glance inside showed that she'd left about half.

“So!” Jazz clapped her hands like she had pretensions of being a preschool teacher.

“That body language making you friends at Arkham?” Danny jabbed. He popped a chip in his mouth and crunched down.

Jass casually flipped him off. “Yes, actually,” she said primly. “Dr. Quinn was very complimentary-”

“Before she broke out?” Danny said dryly around a mouthful of chips.

“-and I have formed meaningful clinical bonds with many other patients. But I digress.” She gave him a version of her smug face. She, as always, looked like that meme of the knife cat. “I have two solutions for you.”

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dead on main #red hot ghouls

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bad268 · 8 months ago

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Can you please write a Pezzy x gn! reader for the truth or hydrate stream, where the reader admits that they’d date Pezzy & find him attractive (and maybe make some suggestive jokes), and how he & the others would react? I love your writing, by the way, keep up the great work!

Confess or Drink (Pezzy X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (did I start this the same way as the last one? Yes. Why? Because it’s from the same video, but trust, I did change it lol)

Warnings: Mentioned reader being on Adderall

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1547

Summary: A little too much alcohol and a little too much confessed.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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“What’s up gamers? How y’all doing today?” Droid started off as people began flooding into the stream. I was grabbing a couple of drinks from the fridge as the guys bantered back and forth before sitting next to Pezzy, closer to the computer to read the chat. “Someone wanna explain bruh? It’s a lot.”

“Bitch, it’s your thing!” Grizzy laughed along with Puffer and Pezzy while rolled my eyes and cracked open a Mike’s.

“Geez, we’re doing truth or drink,” Droid explained, going into deeper detail. Puffer, jokingly, started snoring, so Droid said, “Aye, quiet down in the back, yeah?”

“Chat says it's a slumber party,” I laughed, pointing out since the message was highlighted.

“Guys, take your shoes off, stay awhile. Slumber party!” Pezzy joked, enthusiastically. “Are your feet stinky?”

“Please don’t. I do not need chat spamming about feet for the next 2 hours,” I groaned as I leaned back. Droid was already pulling his shoes off and trying to smell them. “Can you not?”

“I can smell them from here actually! Those actually smell,” Puffer complained. Droid tried to smell his feet again, and he made a face before putting his shoes on.

“You realized they stink?” I asked rhetorically, chuckling as I took a drink. “Okay, what are we doing?”

“This is the dealio,” Droid started. “Truth or drink. If someone doesn’t want to answer a question, they have to take a shot.”

“Oh, this was meant to be hot sauce?” Grizzy asked, looking at the box.

“Yeah, it's a Hot Ones game,” I laughed, leaning over Pezzy to point at the box.

“He’s a pussy, dude,” Pezzy stated.

“Y’all keep it at 89 fucking degrees in this house. You think I want hot sauce right now?” Grizzy emphasized.

“That’s all Pezzy, bruh,” Droid muttered.

“Ok, ladies,” I interrupted. “Let’s just do the first card. Puffer can start ‘cause he’s at the end. Simple.”

“And this is why we have you,” Pezzy laughed. “Keep us on track.”

“Oh, yeah have the person who relies on Adderall to keep y'all on track,” You responded sarcastically. “Makes sense to me.”

“Okay, guys. What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve done?” Puffer read off the card before turning his attention to the rest of us.

“I shit my pants in a car ride home with my friends,” Grizzy said immediately. We all started talking over each other until Grizzy interrupted us, “I was like 8, bro!”

“I got one,” Puffer paused as Droid said that he knew it. “I fell in the San Antonio River.”

“OH! What the fuck?!” Droid shouted. All of us started laughing as Puffer told the story of the bike breaking and flinging him into the river. “There’s no ladder, so once you’re in, you’re in.”

“My dad took me to the track,” Droid started, going into a long story about how he shit himself immediately after arriving home. “I think I was just relieved to be home and I made it far enough.”

“Mine was when I was in school and I trusted a fart too much,” Pezzy began. “I had to call my mom and say I shit my pants.”

“Holy shit, guys! Literally!” I laughed as I finished my first drink. “While I did not shit myself after age 6, I ‘fell’ into the fountain in Las Vegas during the national anthem once for $100. Try explaining you’re broke to the police and them not believing you.”

“That’s crazy dude,” Pezzy laughed.

“Crazy? I was crazy once-”

“NO stop!”

“Who would you trade lives with?”

“Puffer?” Droid and Grizzy eyed him.

“Nah, I’m good. My answer is I’m good,” Puffer said fast.

“I think I’d be down to swap with Pezzy,” I chuckled, looking over to him. I held up my drink as if to cheers with him. “What do you say?”

“I’m down,” He agreed, clanking his bottle with mine.

“Who have you fantasized about in your life that you shouldn’t have? No celebrities allowed,” Pezzy read.

“Pezzy. Next question,” I said quickly.

“Why? Do you not want to admit who you’ve fantasized about?” Puffer laughed causing the rest to start laughing as well.

“What? I answered already,” I replied confused, ”It’s y’all’s turn.”

“Wait, you’re blushing!” Grizzy pointed out as he started wheezing.

“You’re answer was Pezzy?!” Droid shouted in disbelief. Everyone was still cracking up, and Pezzy was leaning back against the couch, hiding his face behind his hands.

“Yes!” I shouted back. I leaned forward as I pointed back at Pezzy. “Have you SEEN him? He’s hot!”

“Can we not talk about this live and drunk?” Pezzy intervened.

“No! This guy thinks it's so random that I find you hot!”

“It’s because of his nose right?” Droid shouted as he pointed at Pezzy, “I fucking told you! I knew that shit was pleasing someone!”

“Okay, I’d rather not talk about my sex life on live, my guy,” I drew the line. Despite being pretty drunk, I knew that would be a slippery slope.

“Well, it looks like you’re gonna have to. What was your most recent porn search?” Droid asked. Everyone started complaining, saying they were going to take a shot.

“I will take the shot dude,” I laughed, already downing the Crown. “Wait I got a question. Do any of you dabble in the hentai?”

Immediately, the boys responded with “Yes.”

My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as I cringed at all of them. “Y’all are fucking gross. Do y’all feel disgusting afterward because damn that's actually nasty.”

“I have gone so far down that rabbit hole, it is not even funny,” Pezzy admitted.

“You are really feeling those drinks, huh” Grizzy laughed.

“Yes, I am,” Pezzy responded definitively.

“We did not need to know you that personally, Pezzy,” I laughed, taking a shot.

“Seems like you wanted to know him pretty personally,” Puffer muttered as he took a drink.

“Yes, but not that kind of personally,” I laughed. “I’m gonna head out before I destroy my career more than I already have. If someone wants to follow me,” I jokingly coughed out Pezzy’s name, “I’ll be in my room.”

“I don’t think I want to continue living in this house, knowing what you two will be doing in there,” Grizzy grimaced as he stood up and left the room.

“Meg’s gonna pick me up. Yall can stay the night if you really need out,” Puffer offered as Droid ended the stream and started cleaning up around the living room.

That’s when they all noticed that Pezzy was still sitting on the couch. He was not making any move to move either, so naturally, Droid, being the nosey guy he is, asked about it. “Are you really gonna let this opportunity go? They practically asked you to meet in their room.”

“We’re both drunk,” Pezzy groaned. “I’m not gonna take advantage of them like that. We’ll talk in the morning or something.”

“Are you sure you’ll even remember it in the morning?” Puffer asked as Grizzy came back with water bottles for everyone.

“The love of my life just admitted that they found me hot. I will definitely remember this in the morning,” Pezzy sighed before standing and heading to his room for the night.

The next morning, the house was eerily quiet when I walked into the kitchen. There was a note on the table, saying that Grizzy and Droid went to Puffer’s house for the night. I just shrugged to myself and moved around the kitchen. I opened a bottle of Sprite and left it open on the counter while I started making breakfast. Not anything too complex, just simple eggs.

It did not take long for Pezzy to come walking into the kitchen and sit at the island. I turned my head back to see him with his head resting against his forearms on the granite. I chuckled to myself before asking, “How do you want your eggs?”

“Scrambled, please,” He groaned as he turned his head to look at me. That’s when he noticed that his view was blocked by the Sprite bottle. “What’s with the Sprite? Isn’t it a bit early for soda?”

“Flat Sprite is the best cure for a hangover,” I replied as I mixed up and cooked the eggs. “I think I ran out of ibuprofen last time, and we could split it if you want. We’ll need to talk about last night at some point. Grizzy and Droid won’t be back until later.”

“Why don’t we go for lunch?” Pezzy offered as he took a couple of drinks of the Sprite. “We could take the bike.”

“I literally just made eggs,” I groaned holding out the pan for him to see that they were almost finished cooking.

“Give it to the dog,” He laughed, standing up to wrap his arms around my waist as he leaned his head on my shoulder. “It’ll be my treat.”

“As long as I get to rev your bike at least once, I’m down,” I countered, leaning back into his chest.

“You can rev it all you want,” He smirked, rubbing his face in my neck.

“Okay, you ruined it,” I laughed as I pushed away from him. “Go get ready while I give this to the dog.”

~~ Part 2 ->

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#pezzy x reader #pezzy #pezzy x you #pezzy x y/n #big puffer #bigpuffer #elastic droid #elasticdroid #grizzy #youtuber oneshot #youtube #youtuber x reader #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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martuzzio · 11 months ago

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HERMITCRAFT CATCHPHRASES

Hi, here's a (hopefully comprehensive) reference list of hermit catchphrases! The main goal here is to help writers and artists who (like me) might struggle with getting the characterization of some hermits right. Check out more info at the end of the post!

Note: this list updates a lot whenever I get new suggestions, which means reblogs aren't always fully accurate. I've linked this post to the top of my blog so it's easy to access the most recent version :)

Bdubs Shreep / uh-oh, gotta shreep! Crastle I love ya to death It’s gorgee Beyootiful Uh oh! Hell’s blazes! Hawsies YOU'LL SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO! Shuddup! Judas priest! Bdubs' PERFECT REDSTONE!! What in the world! Holy cow! Nuh-uh! Hoimycraaaaaf Whimsy Trying my heart out

Beef EEskall That was my nickname in college! Nailed it! Dangit! Beefy Tunes Smelly Etho Opulent Etho? Oh, yeah, I own him Eyy, I go up and I go down. Ladders! / Eyy, ladders! Beef taught Etho about redstone Oh my goodness! Oh boy! What the heck Oh, baby! Quote unquote A ton of __

Cleo Class dismissed! I don’t need your stinky torches I will break your legs Trash is fish The answer to everything is leather pants Not because it’s the sand castle you deserve, but it’s the sand castle I need! What did you do, Joe…. It's FINE, everything's FINE Lovely Silly I mean... Not gonna lie... To be fair...

Cub DA CREAMADA CROP Alright guys Nice, nice Ladies and gentlemen / ladies and gentlemen, we got ‘em Eeeeasy money Beautiful, absolutely beautiful Mmmmmhmmmmmm Holy smokes Let's goooo! Sweet Oh, baby! Man, oh man Without further ado Peace out Cheers / cheers, man There's some heat coming off that thing

Doc Are you kidding me now? Alright guys Can’t touch this The G.O.A.T. Etho, get to the damn land man! It all started when Grian touched my redstone… Epic

Etho Uh-huh Like-a so Oh snap Get your snacks! Holy smokes! Take care, have a good day, bye bye Aww snappers! Aww yeah Von Sway I barely know ‘er! Speaking of llamas Bright blue bamboo E. to the T. to the your mum Beefaroni / Beefers Speaking of llamas… That’s what she said! Free glass Eyy, I go up and I go down. Ladders! / Eyy, ladders! Suckerrrr! Check it out

False Blimey Awh dude Frick False Supremacy Oh my goodness I don't know about you guys, but... Props to __ I'm not gonna lie...

Gem Gem is great Her [name] is [adjective]! Gem will __ ("Gem will watch Impulse") Perfect! Epic It's true, I swear! Not gonna lie... Oh gosh! Trust the process Nailed it!

Grian Hello! My name is Grian Good… byeeeee! Pesky bird My heart! My little heart! Mumbo Mumbo you are AFK Can we just agree that Mumbo loses? What in Queen Elizabeth’s shiny crown was that? It wasn't me, it was the man in the chicken costume! SaAaaaAaAnd Chobblesome SCAR NO— / NO SCAR— In theory… Electric boogalooo What does this button do? What on earth? This is in shambles Get outta here! Hear me out... We don't have __. What we DO have is __ Just straight up Without further ado Crack on Bingo bango Yes. 100%

Hypno Right, right Mmhmm You guys Dang guy

Impulse What’s goin on everyone? Shovel Shuffle BEHIND YOU GEM! Peeps Geez Let's goooo! Are you kidding me? Oh, man Now we're talkin'! Holy smokes Oh my gosh How cool is that? Jeez! Dang it! Buddy Presi (for present) You bet!

Iskall Hallo -skall ("richskall") That’s mega / that’s looking absolutely mega Omega “Excuse me? Sir?” __ of doom Okay, lol And I will see you dudes in the next episode I’ve had a realization Oh for goodness sake! It’s not fat, it’s big-boned Not gonna lie SaAaaaAaAnd Very fine Great success! Bird poop Bumbo Cactoni Do you even bust? / Do you even bust bro E Pag

Jevin Hypno smells! Oh my god Sucker What the heck Dude Man I swear

Joe Howdy y’all! That’s the Joe Hills difference! I will now say a poem of my own devising Core concept Keep adventurin’! Time skip! Who’s the guy who conquers death? That’s Joe Hills No not rage quitting I have to pick up my daughter from school or my wife will rage quit me! Grow Hills / Expand Joe Joepacity / Jhost

Keralis Look into my eyes and nothing but my eyes Wanna buy a book? Spank you very much Just sit back, relax, and enjoy Like this, like that I can see my house from here! Bubbles, Shashwammy, Sweetface, Princess Lookie lookie at my cookie / lookie lookie at my cookie… no, please don’t Like-a so I love your face I’m a real boy! I don’t k-nove (know) Not like this! Booshes Clever girl But first… lemme take a selfie I’m sinking… mayday mayday we’re sinking! Hallo yes dis is de German coast guard what are you sinking about? Scary harry larry I’m alayve! Breathtaking — no you’re breathtaking Mm-kay Oh behave I’m a simple man MeOOOow Welcome to my humble abod-ee Not too shabby My face! My palms are sweaty, mom’s spaghetti Tag 2 Booga Booga Stiffy nipples Batman! First I was afraid, I was petrified...

Mumbo I worry about myself sometimes I'm not really quite sure if I like that or not Yeah… yeah that's looking good… I guess… Dude! Chuffed to bits It’s a bit pants I’m such a spoon Oh my word It’s quite simple, really / it’s actually quite simple Bonkers I’ll catch you in the next one. See ya Off you pop Oh goodness me! Hermit challenges — initiation! All done and dusted To be frankly honest Seriously seriously cool Absolutely nuts I don’t even know what to say Iskall I feel sick Peace, love, and plants Moon’s big Mumbo for Mayor Quite simple

Pearl Lovely Bonkers At this point... Cheeky / you cheeky What's this? Mate

Ren Now we’re cooking with gas / we be cooking with gas today Ladies, get in line! / ladies, gentlemen, everybody get in line! You picking up what I’m putting down My dudes Y’know what I’m sayin’ Coming atcha frommmmmm Dude Coming from left, right, and center Greetings cyberdogs and citizens of the Interwebs, this is Ren-diggity-dog comin at ya in another episode from the Hermitcraft server (ey!) Automagically Jazztastic Janktastic Oh baby Like nobody’s business Looking absolutely magnificent Anyhoozle Twaddle Renstone The Octagon is a well-oiled machine! [word]-age [word]-ation [word]-i (to make things plural You love / hate to see it I'm just sayin' / if you know what I'm sayin' Professional __ Jazz Anyhoozle Exqueeze me? Freakin' Some serious __ What's happenin', baby? Chesticles

Scar Scarred for life Woah, what in the world! It’s gonna be am-ay-zing LOOK at the siiiiize of that Well, hello there my fellow miners and crafters, GoodTimesWithScar here. Welcome back to the wonderful world of Hermits and crafting Don’t forget to subscribe or you might just become scarrrred for life! Looking super fancy Let’s hit super fast build mode! Look at the size of that Appreciate ya Hotguy! Operation: Aquathunder! That’s what she said! Rapscallion You silly goose Oh, sweet baby Jellie! Bayum! / Bam! The bee's knees Easy peasy, orangey squeezy

Stress Are you havin’ a giggle? / are you takin the mic? Mate Oh my god / oh my gosh / oh my good gordons Gorgeous Plonker Geezer Ohhhhh nooooo! Yeeeesshhh I legged it Such a pro / I'm such a pro Proper __ Cheeky Bloke Thingamajig Ain't [word]-age [word]-ies

Tango Happy fun sauce -ificator, -inator, -ness, -tastic Skadoodle Fearsome bunny slippers Noob juice So here’s the deal Holding shift Shwoop Flim flam Poop came out Extra dumb with dumb sauce / __ of extra dumb Flee with extra flee! / fleeing with terror! Boom booms Gah! The dungeon is ready for its next victim Behold! Results may vary! I think my math is correct, but it’s been known to be wrong This is the worst timeline. I hate everything Big no! You— you freak of nature! Jerkface Jerkbutt Excellent How embarassing This is true Zombert Bits This I gotta see! Right in the face! [word] is happening Yeah baby! Stupid jerks Boop This is the best / worst thing ever! Niner niner niner [general unintelligible noises]

TFC What in tarnation! Crap-tacular Humongous Butt-ugly Ugly as sin Oh, goody Ender-twits Bugger Oh, fart For crying out loud

Wels Words are hard If you will Super __

xB Aww yeah Mmkay Son of a biscuit Pretty frickin' __ Man Get frickin' wrecked! Chestacle Dang it Staaph it Oy vey Crap on a cracker Dang it, Bobby! Dang guy

Xisuma Oh goodness me Oh dangit Geez Peeps I’m such a derp Oh my days Chooturial Issooma Allo Woa’ah Brought (instead of bought) My dude Achacha

Zed Hello hello hello A-good a-bye Muckin' about I lied TaaaAAnnGoOOooooOOOo Hu-jah! Pretty darn __ Certainly Rubbish I'm [word]-ing [word] me [word]-iness What happens is... Get kersplatted! Epic Oh my goodness!

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So I'm currently writing a HC fic and realized how little I know about some of the hermits (I unfortunately don't have time to watch all of them), which made it really difficult to depict them properly in my writing. I'm assuming at least some of you might also struggle with this, so, here we are!

If you know of a catchphrase from any hermit from any season, comment, reblog, send me a an ask or dm, dm me on discord, whatever works the best :D

Note: when I say "catchphrase," I mean anything a hermit repeats over an extended period of time. It can be something said during a single season (like "You'll speak when spoken to!" or "Hermit Challenges!"), or something that spans their entire careers (like "Aww snappers!" or "Plonker"). I'm not looking for one-off quotes that are never bought up again — there's some great sources (like @hermitcraft-correct-quotes) for that already :)

Sources (which will hopefully expand with time): This reddit post from four years ago This other reddit post also from four years ago Reddit from three years ago This cute diagram A more up to date source Another Xisuma's dictionary on his website HC character tv tropes page This incredible google doc

#Hermitcraft #hermit catchphrases #hermitcraft catchphrases #hermit quotes #hermitcraft quotes #This post is going to update many many times so reblogs might not always be up to date #if you have a suggestion to add please let me know!

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glossglamour · 7 months ago

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Full Robert Sean Leonard 'House'-a-palooza Interview: "As we know, I’m straight, but yeah, it’s like, homina homina homina."

May 01 2006 | By Maureen Ryan

Do you watch the show much?

"I can't watch it. I mean, Hugh doesn't watch it because he's anal and … eight years old. [laughs] And by the way, I don’t buy it, I think he does watch it.

“I watched in the first year. We live in New York and [my fiancé] was in California] and she likes it because I’m on it. But then she left, she had to come back to New York, and what are you going to do? The idea of me watching myself on TV, alone in Santa Monica, was just about... just short of, like, a bottle of Maker’s Mark and a shotgun away from shooting myself. [much laughter] So I haven’t watched it all season. But when I have watched it, I’ve been mildly confused and Hugh is appropriately grumpy."

I have this theory that a lot of my favorite shows aren’t even about what they’re supposed to be about -- they have to be set in a hospital or police station or outer space or whatever because the network can market that, but they’re secretly not even about that. Like, “House” is really about ethics and morality.

“Yeah, sure, I think that’s true.”

But you can’t pitch that show to the network. “Hey, we have this great show that examines personal morality!"

“‘It’s based on “A View from the Bridge.”’

Right! They’re really going to for that.

“Yeah. [laughs] I think it’s good, and when it’s right, when the show works, the mystery works. It has a Sherlock Holmes-ian feel to it, and you do kind of want to know what’s wrong with [the patients]. And it is interesting, the turns and twists that get you there. And there’s always a little bit of character-driven fun stuff in between, of who these people are and how they affect each other. And that’s it at its best. And I guess that could be true of any show.

“It’s tricky, you’ve got a lead character [who’s different from the TV norm] and you’ve got to be careful because those characters can be one-note. He’s the cranky guy, he’s the Australian guy, I’m the friend in one or two scenes a week. You just have to be careful, and I think we are, we have a really great team of writers. And the numbers are building, people are watching.”

So this two-parter on May 2 and 3, I think the unofficial subtitle is the “Festival of Foreman.” I guess they’re his Emmy episodes, and that’s fine. But you’re hardly in them, what’s up with that?

“Honestly, I’m okay. I don’t want an Emmy. This is what I want -- I know exactly what I want. I did play with a guy named Skip Sudduth, ‘The Iceman Cometh,’ seven years ago. I saw him five years later, and I said, ‘Geez, Skip, where have you been? I don’t see you at readings anymore.’ He said, ‘I’ve been on “Third Watch.”’ It sounded familiar but I’d never seen it. He said, ‘I’ve been doing it for five years.’ I said, ‘Holy crap!’ And he was back doing theater. That’s my dream.

“And it’s happening. I walk down the street and people say, ‘Where are you?’ and I say, ‘I’m on this show called “House.”’ My friend Lewis Black [from 'The Daily Show'] said, ‘What is it called? “Head”?’

“I’m okay. I’ve never been happier than where my career is now. And I don’t want it to change necessarily. Money’s good, and I’m glad I’m getting that, and I’m putting it away for later in life when I do more Tom Stoppard plays at Lincoln Center and make no money. But really, I’m great. I don’t mind working two days a week.

“Because those other guys, the Scooby gang, or the Mod Squad -- they are at that studio for 16 hours a day saying ‘tachycardia, lupus, blablahdeblah.’ Honestly, I’d kill myself if had to do those scenes for that long. I’m very happy with the size of my role, I don’t want it to get any bigger. I’m happy.”

So we won’t see the very special “House” episode where Dr. Wilson almost dies?

“That might be how I get off the show.” [laughs]

Well, you could die and come back as a ghost. Then it would be the “House Whisperer.”

“Yeah [laughs]. The hair makeup people were saying one day, ‘Oh, I love those scenes with you and Hugh, there should be more of that.’ And I’m like, ‘Shhh! Don’t say that!’ I’m the luckiest man in Hollywood. I work only with Hugh, pretty much, who’s great. And I work two days a week.”

Do you fly back and forth to New York then?

"No, not really. They don’t let me because they need me around, the schedule changes so much. I’m going to try to get away with that a little more [in the upcoming season]. Now that [my fiancé] is here, I really will kill myself if I’m out there as much as I was last year, without her.”

So five days a week you’re doing what – Botox injections? Going to the mall? Watching “Maury”?

“Rob Lowe once said the secret to being an actor in L.A. is sleeping as late as you possibly can and going to be as early as possible. I remember him saying, ‘I recommend pajamas by 4:30 p.m.’”

What’s interesting about this show is that they’re taken something that could be a very formulaic procedural and quite often turn it on its head.

“I didn’t know anything about TV, I’d never done [a TV show], but I now know very well that there are procedurals and character-driven shows. ‘Law & Order’ is a procedural and ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ is a character-driven show. The test [as to which category a show is in], someone once said to me, which I thought was hysterical, is this question: Did Sam Waterston sleep with [the assistant DA] on ‘Law & Order’? If the answer is ‘I don’t give a [hoot], I want to know the next element of the case,’ then it’s a procedural.

“Our show is weirdly, and there must be precedent for this, but it’s weirdly equally both. I think it’s very much a procedural, and without that sick patient every week, we wouldn’t work. And without the character stuff it wouldn’t work. And weirdly, people do care if House sleeps with one of our characters, and also care equally what’s wrong with this person and how they’re going to solve the case.”

I guess I like the character stuff better, but you’re right, it probably wouldn’t work without the suspense of the weekly case and somebody being critically ill.

“No, I think you need that. I think the echoes of Sherlock Holmes are too strong. The original idea of the show was House and Wilson, like Holmes and Watson. But it got away from that, and his team is Watson, if you want to be technical about it.

“I’m more like … the only way I’ve found to define it, and it’s so pretentious that it makes me want to jump out a window, is like King Lear’s fool. I’m like the only one who tells him the truth. And [Wilson] has nothing to lose. I don’t work for him and he doesn’t work for me. I’m the only character who chooses to be with him as opposed to being there because of a job. And because of that I have the freedom to tell him what I think. Not that Cuddy holds back much.”

I think her role is to say, "No! Bad House!"

“Have you talked to Lisa Edelstein [who plays Cuddy]? She’s so great. This Japanese woman once said to her, ‘You on “ER”!’ And she said, ‘I have been on “ER,” but now I’m on “House.”’ And [the woman says] ‘Oh yes, “House.” You say, “No, you don’t!”’ Every time we do the table read, I burst into laughter at some point, because there is the voice of that woman in my head, ‘You say “No, you don’t!”’ That’s the entire definition of Lisa’s character. Not completely, but we laugh [about it]. We have the same dilemma. We’re on this show that we’re … kind of on. Crew members say, ‘How long have you been on the show?’ ‘Uh, since the pilot.’ They really don’t know what we’re doing there.”

So in terms of the other stuff going on in your career, that’s going well, all the theater stuff?

“I’ve achieved everything I wanted to do. When I was growing up, I wanted to be Kevin Kline, Sam Waterston. I grew up watching the Public Theater and Shakespeare in the park and Marion Seldes. I mean, I may as well be gay.”

I’m not entirely sure you’re not.

[laughs] “But the thing is, I got it [i.e. his goals]. I’ve done 14 Broadway shows and got a Tony award, and now I’m making money and no one even really knows. I’m getting away with murder. If I come back to New York in two years and nothing’s changed, I’ll be thrilled. All I really want to do is [act in] plays, play with my dog, have kids. My desires are pretty simple. I don’t really want to do movies anymore. I’m pretty tired of camera acting.”

Why are you tired of camera acting? Is it the repetition of it?

“No, no, quite the opposite. We don’t rehearse enough. We do scenes where people barely know their lines, where people just about know their lines. In theater, you do it so many times and you get so familiar that then you can actually start having fun with it. And I really miss that feeling.

“It’s true of films too. I don’t know. I think I’m fine on film, but … I have walked offstage and thought, ‘Wow, no one has done that better. People may have done it as well, but not better.' I’ve actually had that feeling after ‘Long Day’s Journey Into Night,’ or a Shaw play or whatever. I’ve never felt that way with film. I always feel like, ‘Boy, Donald Sutherland would have done that a lot better.’ [laughs] I just don’t think it’s what I do best. I think I’m fine, but there are people who are eerily good at it. In all humility, of which I have none [laughs], that’s how I feel about my work on stage. I really do feel that I’m gifted at it.”

Just to change gears completely, what happens in the finale?

“Well, I think the finale is a bit of a cliffhanger. Something very exciting happens. It’s extremely exciting and freaky and I think it’s great. I can’t say what it is. You end this season very curious about how the next season is going to start. It’s a great final show and a big cliffhanger.”

So it seems like Hugh Laurie is so disparaging of his own talents. But he’s so good as House.

“Some people ask me, ‘Oh, why does Wilson want to hang out with House so much?’ and I’m like, ‘You idiot.’ [laughs] House is designed to be attractive! He’s brilliant, he’s self-deprecating, he has a limp. But yeah, Hugh hates himself and he’s very funny about it. There’s no better combination in my book. Like Lewis Black.”

But as an acting partner, he’s good to work with?

“Oh yeah. The thing is, with this part, Hugh has a huge obstacle he has to deal with, having an American accent. His problem isn’t our problem. We as the audience don’t have that problem, because what he doesn’t know is that he does it perfectly. But of course he doesn’t hear that. That’s why he can’t watch the show.

“When you’re doing an accent, you don’t feel like you’re interesting in the role. Even if everyone around is telling you that you are. And to be in a play is one thing, but to be on TV show that runs for years, I don’t know how he’s going to do it. To be that hard on yourself and be that disappointed in your own work. But as I said, and underline this four times, he’s wrong.”

And then he obviously hates when anyone calls him a sex symbol. You read his quotes when people ask him about that stuff and you can feel the embarrassment rising off the page.

“Yeah, he hates that stuff. And even more than the ‘sexy’ stuff, he hates the ‘you’re brilliant’ stuff. Of course there’s a part of him that likes him, there’s a part of all of us that likes that. [But him being hard on his performance], it’s not false vanity.

“I think Hugh does work he’s proud of and does work he thinks is good, I’m just not sure it’ll ever be this [show]. Having an accent… acting is letting go and forgetting yourself, it’s the opposite of ego. It’s flying away and getting away from yourself and forgetting. And when you’re doing an accent, it’s virtually impossible to do that.

“It’s hard when you're in a play, doing the same lines, the same way for eight months. Hugh learns 72 new lines a day and has to put an American accent on them. It really is an actor’s nightmare. I’ve done [with accents] Brian Friel plays, Martin Sherman plays, Tom Stoppard plays, and maybe five months into it you have a night where you kind of feel OK and kind of forget the accent and let go and let the scene happen. To have a strange accent in your mouth while playing a role, and then be judged for it, that’s hard stuff.

“And can I tell you, when you have dinner with Hugh Laurie [speaking in his real accent]… I miss that voice.”

Yeah. He called me once directly for an interview. I was expecting the publicist to put him through, but it was just that voice on the phone. I was sort of thrown for a minute.

“As we know, I’m straight, but yeah, it’s like, homina homina homina.” [laughs]

---- [source (part 2)] | part 1 | part 3 ---

it took me two hours to track this interview down. it might be the longest one he's ever done. first i tracked it down to tumblr pages posting about it with no source please stop doing that. then i found a short youtube video of laurie saying "homina homina" on an snl skit i think and someone in the comments mentioned the site where the rsl interview was posted. however the site wouldn't let me in, i guess they took it down so i headed to archive dot org. i didn't have a specific link though so that didn't really work out either. then for nearly an hour i tried a wide range of word combinations on google until i stumbled upon a livejournal page of rpf hugh laurie/rsl fanfic. SOMEONE tysm karaokegal posted the exact link i was looking for in the comments. quick trip to the wayback machine and here you go!

i should be on those ethical hacking competition things

#house md #hatecrimes md #gg.txt #robert sean leonard #rsl #interview #source hunting success #hugh laurie #james wilson #gregory house #i nearly went insane #trying to find this thing #part 3 is an interview w katie jacobs #part 1 is general quotes #muted

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dontlookatmytmntcollection · 6 months ago

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(I didn’t find any info if your askbox is closed or not, if you are not taking up requests you can ignore this!)

But hi :) how are you? how you are doing well

this is a bit personal, but would you mind doing either a Headcanon or scenario with reader x turtles (romantic/crush stage) with a…Hopeless reader? Kinda someone who had to tell themselves that love isn’t on their life journey and that seriously bother them? Lol

this weekend I’m gonna attend a friends wedding, while meeting with some shared friends before the wedding, one of them quoted corpse bride’s scene “to Emily, always the bridesmaid, never the bride” for me (most of my friends are married or dating long term), usually I handle the lack of a love life fairly well (by not thinking about it or just making jokes about it lol) but tonight it kinda really bothered me, a lot.) a lot of my friends treat me being single as something I don’t out efforts in it? But holy shit I do, and it really hurts to see them saying or acting like I’m not doing enough? Anyways. I guess the request would be how the turtles would react to a reader who kinda just lost hope, who agrees with the quote even if it makes her very sad? Kinda trying to wing the night lowkey but turtles can sense it hurt her (maybe Vern said the quote lol, or something similar… that’s something stupid enough for the falcon to do 😅)

I hope makes sense, if not I apologize for the messy ask. Have a good day / night

I'm sorry that happened. Your friends definitely need to stfu about that lol dating and relationships are fun, but nobody NEEDS them. If they need a RELATIONSHIP to feel fulfilled, they have shit to figure out.

Definitely been there tho. And being single can be horrible. I see you

Scene: Your turtle has been secretly pining for you for a while now. Hasn't got the guts to say anything yet.

TMNT x Lonely Reader

Leo

- He could sense your reaction instantly, despite how well you hid it.

- Your micro expressions, the slight but sudden shift of your bodyweight away from Vern- Leo almost didn't catch that you had smiled and laughed at the comment.

- His own reaction was visceral and overwhelming, at least it was to him.

-He remained still by your side, but the urge to...he didn't even know. Hide you. Push hard at Verns shoulder- something.

-Geez. He hadn't felt like this since he was a child. Like he could protect his little brothers or you from judgment or cruelty.

-He couldn't.

-He sucked in a breath through his nose, scrambling for self-control; watching you handle the interaction like an adult. Forcing himself to as well.

-But it did satisfy him to see that Vern physically felt his animosity. The guy took once glance at Leo before he instantly stuttered an excuse to walk to another conversation.

-"Vern is an idiot." Leo scratched out, desperate to keep what he really wanted to say to you at a minimum. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with you."

-You seemed surprised at that, glancing up at him. But your quite, sincere smile made it it worth it.

Raph

- "Always the brides maid, never the bride, huh?"

- "What?" It was a reactive response. Before you could even register what he had said, or the sudden amount of hurt- or embarrassment you felt.

- Raph had turned wide, expectant eyes on Vern as well, something Vern noticed instantly.

- "Well, yunno." Vern stutteres, trying to stay focused on you. "I've seen ya at these events a lot but you never bring a guy around...or-"

-"See that girl over there?" Raph suddenly said, leaning down a little to point your gaze in the right direction.

- "Yeah." You said quietly.

-"Who's that girl, Vern?"

-Vern looked back at you guys, shrugging and putting his hands back in his pockets with an air of pride. "She's my girlfriend."

-Raph smirked, his voice somehow both condescending and unusually soft. "Vern met her a week ago. That makes her..." Raph trailed off, looming back into his full height, towering over Vern. "The sixth one this year, right. Makin' you real good at givin' advice to pretty girls, Falcon boy. Careful with that."

-"Jesus. I'm just- I'll be over there." Vern sighed, awkwardly stepping aside then walking out of sight.

- Raph said nothing, instead turning to you. "You alright?"

-You were desperate not to say everything you wanted to. "Much better." You said instead, looking up at him. Hoping the softness you saw there was a reflection of what you felt for him too.

Donnie

- Donnie couldn't even react or register the words before you were handling it. Shrugging and waving Vern off.

-He was horrified. His eyes were glued to Vern, completely confused that the guy had missed how rude of a statement that was.

-The conversation came and went, and while he had a wonderful time, he was entirety focused on you.

-While you didn't seem MISERABLE, you were different. Something had obviously changed. And it was Verns fault.

-You had no reason to feel pressure of that kind. You were perfect the way you were! No one should ever, ever, ever make you feel anything less.

-The thought that you did made him physically sick to his stomach.

-He might not have caught it in time to say anything in the moment.

-But Verns apartment locks, car, computer, and bathroom pipes all giving him a hard time all in the next 24 hours?

-A complete and utter mystery...

Mikey

-"Yeah you should listen to him." Mikey said.

-Shock coursed through you. "What?" You looked at him, wide eyed, heart in your throat- "W- I should-"

-"You should listen to him." Mikey repeated, noding solumley, starting to confidently strole around Vern. "This guy has fantastic dating advise. You don't even know, girl. Look at him!" Mikey's smile was as bright as the sun, gesturing to Vern as if he was a plater he was showing off to you.

-"He's been on this earth so long, his life experience exceeds our very comprehension, girl."

-Vern made a sudden puzzled expression while yours melted quickly into a smile.

-"He's got recipes too. Qualifications, evidence, the whole nine yards. Guy has like- twelve grand kids-"

-"I- C'mon, Mike-" Vern was catching on.

-"Ohhh.. yeah, that's right. No grandkids. But he does have a wife. They just had their fiftieth anniversary-!"

-"I'm not that o- He's joking with you." Vern tried to explain. "I'm not married."

-Mikey snapped his fingers as he had remembered something, suddenly getting much, MUCH closer in Verns personal space.

-"Oh yeah, that's right. You're not married. I forget that your on, like, your sixth girlfriend this month. Maybe actual advise sounds like..."

-Mikey stepped away from Vern, standing infront of you. "Keep those standards up, girl. Pretty face like yours? You could have anyone you want."

-You couldn't stop smiling.

#bayverse #raphael #leonardo #tmnt #donatello #tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt #my writing #tmnt headcanons #raphael x reader #bayverse leonardo #leonardo x reader #bayverse donatello #donatello x reader #tmnt michelangelo #michelangelo x reader #michelangelo

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raccoonsface · 3 months ago

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“T-Tara?” Pt.2

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Words- About 750

Warnings- angst or fluff, idk tbh. Swearing, idk what else

Just to say some stuff, I lost my other emails’ password and that email was connected to my other account so I’m on this one now. Sorry for being gone for so long too!

Summary- Y/n and Tara have a crush on each other and go to great lengths to make sure they have them all to themselves.

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Part 1

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“Jeez the suns out early”

Tara has just woken up from her sleep, she was tired from all the running around yesterday.

She almost falls back asleep because of it but then she turns over and takes a look at her clock

“SHIT! ITS 10:30 AM IM LATE FOR SCHOOL”

She rushes to get all of her stuff packed so she can make it to school before lunch, which is at 11:30, so it shouldn’t be that hard… right?

“Okay I’m fucked… I can’t find my keys.”

Oh Well she’s fucked

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Tara’s POV

“I’m gonna fucking die”

I’m not gonna make it there in time, come on Tara run faster. Damn it’s hot out

Fuck I didn’t bring my inhaler, again?!What the fuck Tara, you’re gonna die on the side of the street. I’ve gotta sit down, yeah the sidewalk under this tree looks fine.

“Damn two days in a row”

Is this heaven? Ugh it’s too bright here.

“Hah, no this isn’t heaven Tara” oh it’s Y/n

“Well if it isn’t then what am I doing looking at a goddess” damn what’s going on right now

“Geez don’t you got the pick up lines when you’re literally gasping for air”

She’s funny, and really pretty

“Okay, Tara here you go” Her and that extra inhaler

I mean it definitely feels way better when I can breathe that’s for sure, but every time I look at her I loose my breath anyways so I don’t really see the point in it.

“You good Tara?” So kind

“Huh, oh yeah” me and my dumbass self

“Okay good… what are you doing running out here with a backpack on anyways?” Looking for a princess like you

“Oh- uhm I’m running late for school”

“Huh, I didn’t know there was school on Saturdays” shit of course it’s Saturday, that’s why my alarm didn’t go off.

“Oh… I forgot it was Saturday” oh my god you sound like an idiot Tara!

“Huh, well you need a ride to get home?” I think I’m gonna faint

“Uhm I mean if you’re willing to” Oh. My. God.

“I mean if you want me to” of course I do beautiful.

“Uh I mean yeah sure”

“Okay, yeah, alright uhm my cars over there”

“Right! Right, I gotta get up” oh my god she’s reaching out her hand towards me, oh I’m gonna die when I get home

“Thanks”

“Yeah, no problem” She seems kinda shy.. it’s probably nothing I’m over analyzing

“Damn this car seat is comfy” no like holy shit this is comfy

“Yeah, I know, they’re custom seats.” Of course they are

“Anyways where do you live?” Oh right!

“Oh uhm it’s uhh” me and my damn it stuttering

“You wanna go eat instead? I mean you must be hungry from all that running, and I don’t mean to-“ aww she’s so cute I can’t believe I survived without her before

“I’d love to go out with you- I mean yeah I’m down to go eat with you” what the hell Tara

“Huh, right, anyways where should we go?” Shit I don’t know

“Uhm, let’s go tooooooo…” I have no idea where to go eat

“How about we drive around and figure out where to eat..?” Phew!

“Yeah I think that’s probably the better idea” she’s really smart… she could be my wife..

OKAY NO Tara get yourself together. You cannot do this. But she’s so perfect.. maybe just maybe. I can’t even fight it anymore.. I need her. I need Y/n.

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Oh my god. A lot has happened in the past two months. The meaning behind this new account is between the warnings and the summary at the top.

Sorry for the short post! They’ll be way more sooner!

I have a three part series for Astrid Deetz, the last two parts will probably come out after the movie is released because I can’t really get much off of her character just from the trailer

Anyways hope you guys have had a nice day!

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 8 months ago

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hey hey hey

Could I request Shenhe, Sara, Hu Tao, Natasha, and some GFL ladies of your choice with an S/O that has a lot of scars, and them seeing their scar for the first time? Maybe something a lil' bit suggestive if you catch my drift?

(Genshin Impact/H:SR/GFL) Shenhe, Sara, Hu Tao, Natasha, M16A1, and Angelia's S/O showing them their battle scars

When S/O had taken off their shirt for a moment, Shenhe noticed that they had several scars across their body.

She couldn't help but stare. They hadn't brought it up before in any conversation.

(S/O) "...Shenhe?"

(Shenhe) "Where did those come from?"

(S/O) "Oh, my scars? I got into a bad fight a little bit before I met you."

Shenhe instinctively reached her hand to gently caress them, making S/O blush.

(S/O) "They don't hurt-"

(Shenhe) "...If I had met you sooner, would I have been able to prevent these?"

S/O smiled and squeezed her hand in reassurance.

(S/O) "You're here now, I think that's what matters."

Shenhe looked at S/O before nodding, letting her hand reluctantly pull away.

Sara was surprised to see S/O with several lasting wounds.

As far as she knew, S/O wasn't a combatant, and she couldn't help but suddenly call out for them.

(Sara) "What happened to your body?"

(S/O) "Hm, I never told you, did I? I got these from a run-in with a Ruin Hunter."

(Sara) "How long ago did-"

S/O laughed seeing Sara get so worried for them, attempting to calm her down.

(S/O) "A long time ago. Before the Vision Hunt Decree even began and ended, actually."

(Sara) "I-I see..."

She couldn't help but let her eyes wander, more worried if it hurt more than anything.

Before noticing S/O was smiling.

(S/O) "My eyes are up here, you know."

Suddenly, Sara became flustered for a very different reason, quickly averting her gaze as her cheeks flared up in heat.

(Sara) "M-My apologies...!"

(Hu Tao) "Holy crap, what happened to you?!"

S/O was startled from Hu Tao's sudden yelling, before realizing what she was talking about.

(S/O) "What ha-...Oh, well there was a nasty group of Geovishaps who just kept knocking me around."

(Hu Tao) "Geez, you never bothered to tell me?"

Hu Tao pouted, making S/O laugh.

(S/O) "Oh please, the moment I did you would try putting an ice cube down my back or something as a prank-"

(Hu Tao) "Just what are you implying, I'm not that cruel!"

(S/O) "No, but you'd think it'd probably be funny."

(Hu Tao) "A little, but still!"

Natasha had S/O alone in her room, performing an impromptu physical check.

When she had them remove their shirt, her eyes widened in shock.

(Natasha) "Dear, your body!-"

(S/O) "Yeah, I know. It was the result of a mining accident-"

(Natasha) "And you didn't come to me?!"

(S/O) "Well...It was a long time ago, and you were always so busy helping everyone else...-"

Natasha crossed her arms, a little angry at S/O.

(Natasha) "If it was this bad, you should have come straight away!"

(S/O) "Sorry..."

Natasha sighed and let her hand rest on their chest, feeling their heartbeat and being reassured that they'd be okay.

(Natasha) "If you ever get something like this, you get me immediately. Got it?"

(S/O) "Got it."

Natasha began to smile again, her hand idly tracing one of the scars.

M16 frowned when she saw the scars on S/O as they took off their shirt.

(M16A1) "What the...?-"

(S/O) "A-Ah...I was caught in a blast a long time ago before I began working for Griffin. Hurt like hell."

M16 hummed in acknowledgement, letting her fingers trace the scar.

(M16) "Heh, is it appropriate to say they kinda make you look hot?"

It was a bad joke to lighten the mood, which appeared to work as S/O couldn't help but laugh.

(S/O) "Well, if you're admitting it, then I can say the same to you."

M16 rolled her eye, before taking S/O into a tight embrace.

It would have been better if they hadn't got this hurt at all, but that was the way the world was.

If she can prevent any new ones from forming, that was good enough for M16.

Angelia wasn't all that shocked to see S/O's scars.

After all, she was covered in her own, with an arm missing to boot.

Before S/O stepped into the shower, she called out their name.

(Angelia) "How long have you had those?"

(S/O) "Had what?...Oh, these are nearly a decade old."

(Angelia) "I see."

S/O looked a bit insecure at the scars before Angelia took off her own shirt, at least just to make them feel comfortable.

They would have been more flustered, but the gentle expression on Angelia's face, added in by the fact she was at least wearing a sports bra underneath, let them remain calm.

(Angelia) "Don't exactly have the most pristine body myself. When have I ever judged about that kinda thing?"

(S/O) "Hah, right."

Angelia and S/O stared at each other for a brief moment, and once she saw their shoulders relax, she let her prosthetic hand touch their back.

(S/O) "G-GAH! COLD!"

Angelia let a small smirk form as her prosthetic poked them forward.

(Angelia) "Get in the shower before you catch one."

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Kicks the door open I have come! to request a Self-aware AU with the Twst bois. When they and the Darling/MC/Player/S/O switch bodies. However, the Darling isn't inside the game. So it's like the Darling waking up in the boys' bodies inside the game, and the boys waking up in the Darling's body in the real world. Thankyou very much 🙏👍🫂✨

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ a/n: self-aware au, my beloved. It was so fun to write this and I wrote a lot too 🥺💓. It took me a while to finish, so I hope you like it, darling!

Azul could always feel your presence through the puppet you control. He felt calm when you looked at him. He felt delighted at every laugh you laughed, and he wanted nothing more than to be beside you. The real you. He wished really hard for it to be possible someday, not knowing that this was exactly what was going to happen. Although his request was successful, there was just one error in the equation: he was in your body, your holy, beautiful body. Which means... You were in his horrible body.

While others would feel happy (and he really is happy to an extent), Azul feels a sense of trepidation knowing that you were awaking in his body and there was no way for him to check on you. Or could he? He tried calling his own phone but it wasn't possible. Resigned, he then took to explore your room and home and if you have any roommates / lived with your parents, Azul would try get along with them and collect information on you. While this isn't the ideal, Azul still has to think ten times ahead so when he take you to Twisted Wonderland (not a matter of if but more of when), he could make you sign a deal.

By the way, he definitely try to unlock your phone. And since he is in your body, Azul may try to unlock your phone with your fingerprint or your face if your phone has that function. If he is successful Azul will read your messages as if it were a magazine, he would see what type of songs you listen and videos you like to watch, what's in your history. Basically he is your fbi agent seeing everything on your phone, there's not a thing he'll not see. Good luck for you, reader. That's why I always I always delete my history lol.

Meanwhile you. You wake up on Azul Ashengrotto's body, the octavinelle dorm leader. Geez, are you dreaming? But everything is so real and feels so real. Jade and Floyd seems so real. And their voices, mocking and teasing, almost condescending as you tried your best to act like Azul. They seemed to know that something was wrong but neither choose to ask, brushing off as you being busy with a new scam plan. You were overjoyed but also anxious, without knowing what to do. Could you even return to your body at all? Only time will tell.

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Jade always knew that something was strange with this world, it was almost too... Surreal? He can't quite put into words the things he feel but everything was so much clearer whenever he could feel your presence when he was studying or riding his broom. He could feel your presence when he was cooking, when he was talking about this terrariums, when he was beating people who broke their part of the deal. You seemed to favor him, to love him. He could feel your affection seeping through your cellphone. And he wished to see you, to know you as intimately as you knew him.

And that wish became real. One day he woke up in a different bedroom, in a different body, then, while he is a little surprised, Jade just brush this off as something you did. Perhaps you wanted to show him your world? You wanted to show him your life? Or were you trying to show him something else? Either way, Jade is having the time of his life in your body. Though, as if he was mesmerized by it, he caught himself looking himself at the mirror to see your face staring right back at him. He looks like an excited kid making silly faces in front of the mirror. Honestly he is so unserious. Making faces and silly dances, and laughing because of it.

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Floyd is instantly thrilled, if somewhat bewildered. At first, he messes around with everything he can find, marveling at your surroundings and taking a deep dive into your belongings — he finds it all so fascinating. He’s absolutely entertained by exploring your room, your things, and all the little details that give him insight into your life. But once the novelty wears off, his mischievous nature kicks in. He wants to know everything about you — what you like, your habits, your friends — and he’s not afraid to dig deep. Floyd starts exploring your social media, searching for anything that brings him closer to you and your world. If he finds anyone he thinks might be close to you, he’s ready to make them uncomfortable with cryptic messages or odd behavior, wanting to make it clear that no one knows you better than him.

Meanwhile, you, trapped in Floyd’s body, have to navigate his spontaneous, unpredictable moods and intense physicality — whether in class, on the basketball court, or during his shenanigans. He's having the time of his life while you are fighting for yours, even more when Azul send you to squeeze some people. Like??? How are you supposed to do this????

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Silver always dreamt of you. He knew you, the feeling of your love and affection, the tone of your voice, even if when he woke up he forget everything. A blurry line separating you two. For a while, he thought that you were some higher being that he created on his mind, a simple part of his imagination. That is until this magicless student come around and your presence was all over them, controlling them, talking through them. He wanted to get closer, he wished he could talk to you, to bask on your presence. But he couldn't. He couldn't break his code. Not yet.

But when he slept that night something was different. He couldn't jump into another dream, his voice was different, his height was different, then when he inched closer to the mirror, he saw. A different face. And he knew instantly that it was your face. It was a very beautiful face, exactly how he had imagined. Though it was not what he wanted. He wanted to talk to you, to tell what he felt whenever your gaze was upon him. He didn't want to be you. Or for you to be him.

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Riddle wakes up in your body, feeling completely disoriented and frustrated with the lack of control he has over the new, unfamiliar world around him. But soon, the shock turns into curiosity and then into obsession as he realizes he now has full access to everything about you, your routines, belongings, even your weaknesses, and insecurities.

Riddle’s meticulous nature drives him to organize your life, make everything as “perfect” as he can, so when you’re back, it’ll be clear that he knows what’s best for you. He spends hours exploring your things, setting up strict plans, and making lists, even going so far as to cut out people he feels are a bad influence. All of this, in his mind, is for your “own good.”

In Twisted Wonderland, you’re now bound to the rules of Heartslabyul, balancing Riddle’s strict schedule, navigating his many routines, and dealing with his high standards as you struggle to maintain his reputation without causing a commotion.

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Jamil is quick to adjust, immediately masking his initial confusion in favor of stealthily gathering information about your world. He keeps a low profile, but behind that calm facade, he’s strategically piecing together every part of your life, figuring out who’s important to you and how he can stay in your life even if he returns to his world. Jamil moves through your world with subtlety, observing your friends and family with a quiet intensity, noting who to trust — and who to remove from your life. He’s ready to make subtle changes to your social circle or behavior, aligning your life with what he thinks is “best.”

Meanwhile, back in Twisted Wonderland, you’re handling Jamil’s carefully hidden responsibilities, feeling the pressure of his dual life between serving Kalim and managing his own ambitions, all while trying not to slip up and reveal your true identity. It's difficult.

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Kalim wakes up in your body with sheer joy and fascination, his excitement overriding any initial confusion. He’s absolutely delighted to be in your world, taking in every little detail with childlike wonder. Kalim sees this as an opportunity to become even closer to you, and he goes about learning everything there is to know about your life, friends, and family, brimming with excitement to be part of it all. He’s incredibly affectionate with anyone he meets, happy to share his thoughts, and may unintentionally end up sharing details about “you” that leave people puzzled. He can’t resist splurging a bit on your behalf, thinking he’s treating you.

As for you, adapting to Kalim’s responsibilities in Twisted Wonderland is overwhelming, as you’re thrown into his high-energy life and surrounded by his devoted friends and followers. His cheerful, social world is a whirlwind of activity and expectation, especially with Jamil by your side, assessing every move you make with a scrutinizing eye.

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When Ruggie wakes up in your body, he’s initially thrown off but quickly realizes the opportunity in front of him. Instead of panicking, he takes a strategic approach, savoring every moment as he explores your life and digs into your personal world. His tendencies kick in subtly but intensely; he’s not one for grand, showy gestures, but every action is deliberate, aimed at securing his presence in your life as deeply as possible, as he changes your wallpaper for fanart of him and enters the game to level up all his cards for you.

He begins by poking through your belongings, finding small things that give him insight into your personality, routines, and friends. Ruggie is careful to go unnoticed, learning as much as he can about your relationships and keeping mental notes about anyone he thinks poses a “threat” to his place in your life. He’s not above making subtle changes, distancing you from people he dislikes and reshaping your social circle to align with his preferences, but he does so with skillful subtlety — most people won’t even realize he’s manipulating things from behind the scenes.

If you have a job, he’ll blend right in, charming your colleagues and subtly gaining their favor, leaving an impression that makes it hard for anyone to forget you. He’s naturally resourceful, too, so he takes a look at your finances, maybe even setting aside a bit of extra money “for emergencies” (which, of course, he intends to use for things he thinks you’ll need down the line).

Meanwhile, back in Twisted Wonderland, you’re adjusting to the gritty pace of Ruggie’s life in Savanaclaw. His resourcefulness is evident in every little aspect of his world — from balancing odd jobs to navigating the intense social structure under Leona’s rule. You feel the constant need to stay alert, manage his reputation, and keep up with his never-ending hustle. It’s a life of quick thinking, constant negotiation, and clever shortcuts that keep you on your toes, giving you a firsthand taste of Ruggie’s way of surviving in a world that doesn’t make things easy. You made a note to dote on him when you get back to your body, he deserves.

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