#He looks so alien like here…💙

[bringbackbunnymaloney]

Anddd another archive recovered!

He shares an old wallpaper, from Pinpin Le Lapin’s short ending animation. It features Jean François on his moped.

Mopeds were very popular in France before scooters. He also had his own Puegeot 103 back then!

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

A New World: part 3

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

Part 1 Part 2 / Part 4 Part 5

A/N: To be honest, I’ve no idea how I would react to having my favorite ninja turtle standing in my living room. I would probably think I was crazy and call my psychiatrist for another appointment.

Leo is 25, reader is 22 - 23.

Warnings: None so far💙

“What”, was the only thing Leo could say, in utter confusion. Yet it didn’t seem like the girl in the doorway registered that either. Instead she stepped back with one foot, looked at him up and down with a suspicious look and narrow eyes, eyebrows frowning even further than before, if that even was possible. Then she stepped forward again, hesitating for a moment before leaning forwards with her arm stretched, before quickly poking his arm with her pointy finger, and then just as quickly retreating back to where she was standing just a moment ago. Leo, seemingly shocked by the fact that she had poked him, also retreated backwards. He did not know what to think of the situation. Even he, a big green mutant turtle, who had fought ninja clans and aliens, did not know how to react to the human girl's behavior.

“Omg you’re in my house”, (Y/N) breathed out, seemingly still talking to herself. “You’re real and you’re in my house”.

“And you know my name”, Leo said, almost talking to himself too.

“You’re in my house”, (Y/N) said once again, as her shock turned to bewilderment. “Leonardo is in my house”, she repeated once again, as she started to sound confused. “Leonardo is in my house?”, she said to herself, almost as if it was a question, before suddenly snapping back to reality, taking yet another dubbel look at the mutant. Leo found this whole ordeal very strange. When humans meet him they would usually scream and run away, yelling something about monsters. One had even called him the devil and held a cross up in front of him. Yet Leo had never found himself being the scared one in such a situation. Usually he would just be mildly irritated, over how loud they would scream, and how it would make his ears hurt. But at that moment he was scared, in a way he hasn't been in a very long time.

“Why are you in my house?”, she finally asked.

“How do you know my name?”, he asked, matching her expression.

“Ay, you’re in my house, so you answer my questions first”, (Y/N) said, slightly irritated.

“I don’t even know how I got here”, Leo said, matching her irritation.

“Last time I checked, big mutant turtles didn’t just pop out of the blue”, she said loudly, before suddenly realizing. “Oh wait, yes they do. Especially you. That’s what ninjas do”.

Leo just nodded slowly, at this point absolutely terrorfied.

“You’re scaring me”, he just said.

(Y/N) looked at him in shock. “Really? Me scaring you? But how?! You're Leonardo. The fearless leader in blue, who does everything to get his ninjas through. Katana wielding with a strong focus and fantastic concentration. Nothing scares you!”

“Okay! You win!”, Leo finally yelled out. “I’ll do anything you say, just please stop! You’re scaring me!”

(Y/N) just stood there, staring at the blue turtle, utterly confused. She had never seen him do anything like that before. In every single version of Leonardo, the fearless leader in blue, you had never seen him scream out that he was scared. He would never show that he was scared, and if he did, he would somehow turn it into something he could use in battle. Fuel for his fighting in a way anger just wouldn’t be able to do.

(Y/N) tilted her head slightly, staring confused at the large terrapin. “How am I scaring you?”

“You’re kidding me, right?”, Leo said, just as confused as her. (Y/N) shook her head no. Leo almost laughed in disbelief. “You know my name, you know about my katanas and you know… you know a lot about me! But I’ve no idea who in the shell you are!”

“You actually say shell”, (Y/N) giggled, only to be met by a very disapproving face by Leo. “Right, sorry”.

“How do you know so much about me?”, he finally asked.

(Y/N) didn’t answer him. It took her a second to realize that Leo in fact had no idea where he was. Nothing the way the TMNT universe worked, (Y/N) was starting to have an idea of what was going on.

“You have no idea how you got here, or where you are, do you?”

Leonardo huffed, obviously irritated by her change of subject. After a moment of looking irritated in the famous Leonardo way, he decided to finally answer.

“No, I’ve no idea. In one moment I’m being flung across New York’s skyline, and in the next I’m in your living room. I know it sounds strange, but I promise it’s the truth!”

“Yeah, knowing who you are, I believe you’re telling the truth”.

“Great! Absolutely fantastic!”, Leo said in the most sarcastic tone (Y/N) had heard in a long time. Knowing it was the bayverse Leonardo standing in front of her, she was surprised to hear something that sounded so much like Rise Leo. “Now, will you please tell me how you know me?”

(Y/N) shifted from one foot to another, thinking of the best way to tell him. She ended up giving him an awkward smile while fiddling with her fingers.

“Does different dimensions say anything to you?”

Leo’s head sank a level closer to her level. “What?”

“This is going to sound really strange, and probably freak you out a little more. You know, like how Krang is from another dimension from you and your brothers”. Leo blinked, slowly nodding. “Yeah, you’re in a different dimension”.

Leo blinked at (Y/N) for a moment. “Okay? I take it that there’s more to it than that?”

“Yeah, for the next part you probably wanna sit down”.

(Y/N) grabbed the mutant by the arm, before leading him to the exact same sofa he had found himself in just a few moments ago. He sat down, just as uneasy he had been throughout his time in her apartment. Leo watched the (h/c) girl as she went to her DVD collection, stored under her TV, mindlessly fidgeting with bandages around his hands. Her wondered if he should ask her what she was doing. Maybe even tell her that now was not the time to watch a movie. But instead he kept quiet.

(Y/N) found her two Bayverse movies. She held them in her hands for a moment before sighing, remembering the tattoo on her right deltoid. Well, here goes nothing.

(Y/N) walked to Leo, handing him the two movies. Confused, he took them in his green hands, before finally taking a look at the covers. His heart almost stopped for a second. He was staring at himself and his brothers. April, Casey, even Bebop and Rocksteady. He didn’t say a word. His tongue wasn’t working and his mind had gone blank. The look of confusion in Leo’s eyes seemed to be enough. So caught up in staring at the DVDs in his hand, that he didn’t even notice (Y/N)’s hand falling from her t-shirt sleeve. It if wasn’t for the sound of (Y/N)’s voice, Leo would probably have been sitting like that for hours.

“I kid you not, on my way home I was thinking about watching them”.

Leo didn’t say a thing but continued to stare at her and the movies in her hands. At one point he finally decided to turn them over to read the back of them.

"Michael Bay!”

“Haha yeah, I knew you probably would like that”.

“So”, Leo said, thinking for a moment before continuing. “In this dimension, me and my brothers are movie actors?”

(Y/N) blinked at the turtle. “Movie actor? No, not at all”.

She went back to her DVD collection and pulled out Turtles Forever, Batman VS TMNT, and her collection of the 2003 TMNT and 1987 TMNT, before placing them on the sofa table, right in front of the perplexed terrapin. While he looked at one DVD after another, (Y/N) went to her bookshelf and took out her edition of TMNT IDW, before handing that to Leo.

“These are not the original. The first comic book was published back in 1984. That one is part of a new version of the story that has been going since 2011”, (Y/N) said as Leo started flipping through the pages. “Other than the comics, there are several TV series. The first one from 1987. That one was and is extremely popular, even being used for merchandise today. Several 90’s movies, and another TV show in 2003. That was how I heard about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for the first time. A movie in 2007, then a show on Nickelodeon in 2012, and yet another in 2018. Not to forget the Michael Bay movies from 2014 and 2016. Actually while we’re speaking right now, people are waiting for Seth Rogans new TMNT movie. And those are just the ones I remember right now”.

Leo slumped further back in the sofa. At least as far back his shell would allow him to. He rubbed his tired eyes with a deep breath.

“A different dimension”, he whispered, just loud enough for (Y/N) to hear. “I’m very far from home”.

“Ah!”, (Y/N) quickly said. “That’s a Spiderman movie title. Don’t get them mixed up”.

Leo continued to stare at the girl in bewilderment. He could already tell that would be just as irritating as his brothers could be. And with that thought, he remembered his brothers. His three little brothers, left confused back in his own dimension, probably not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

(Y/N) noticed the change in Leo’s mood, before squatting down in front of him. Not that she needed to. Even if she sat down on the sofa table, he would still be taller than her. (Y/N) felt bad for him. She didn’t even have to ask to know what he was thinking about. It was written all over his face. (Y/N) knew it wouldn’t fix any of his problems, but it would maybe help him rest a little.

“Hey”, she said, putting a comforting hand on his knee. “What would you say to some pizza?”

[lazypanartist]

HELLO i fucking LOVE ur stobotnik and their kid series!!! its what initially got me to watching the movies and into the sonic franchise as a whole!!! can i request a stobotnik and their kid whos sort of like maria.... like they genuinely love the world and humanity despite (ahem) everything Ivo says. Maybe add in a sprinkle of shadow who sees reader and is taken aback by how similar they are to maria, and now stone + ivo has to deal with their kid having a new guard dog/brother HDSHSDH love ur writing, hope u have a good day!!

AHHH I'M SO GLAD I COULD HELP YOU GET INTO THE SERIES!! Super touched 💙💙💙

*Frantically googling Shadow's personality + Maria Robotnik*

*Having a Crisis™ because WOW OKAY*

Anyways! I've been working on this since the request rolled in, and am 100% invested. Willing to take related requests ^-^

Stobotnik + Sweetheart! Child, + Guard Dog Bestie! Shadow

Note: this is long. Like, LONG long

Your fathers have always loved you, if a tad.. oddly.

Papa Ivo doesn't understand your interest with the rest of humanity.

"What if one of those disgusting cretins gets my baby sick? What if someone actually wanted to hurt you?"

"No, it's far safer for you if you stay by his or Papa Stone's side. Or in the lab. The lab is VERY safe, you know. Well idiot proofed"

Not that he's calling his baby an idiot, of course -

Baba Aban, however, seems to understand you.

Of course he respects Papa's wishes, keeps you close when you do go out, but he tries to sate your interest in humanity best he can.

Always open to questions, and will try to answer everything as age-appropriately as possible.

"What does Papa do all day?"

"He builds things for the government."

"Why?"

"Because it pays well enough to raise you and keeps him busy."

"Why doesn't Papa like other people?"

He.. doesn't have an answer for that one. Not really.

"Just because" sounds too shallow, and "Because people can be horrible" is almost worse.

"To keep you safe."

It's not a lie, but it's not the truth, and the way you huff lets him know you're onto him.

Lets Ivo know before you two are finished with errands, in case you bombard the older man with questions next

They both try and keep you entertained in their own ways

Papa Ivo tries to keep you interested in his machines, how they can be used to better your life

Baba Aban takes you out for errands and helps teach you in the kitchen

Life is as balanced as it can be, considering your solitude growing up

Both dads help you set up a little greenhouse in the traveling lab

"For self sufficiency!" - Papa Ivo

"To give them a new hobby." - Baba Aban

"To keep me busy." - Baby You™

You know what's up

SO since we don't yet know how Shadow calmed tf down in the movie, bare with me here.

After the events of Movie 2 and then the unearthing of Project Shadow, you and your dads are living in the Crabmeat base deep in the Pacific

You and Baba Aban still surface occasionally for groceries and supplies, while Papa Ivo throws himself into his work to distract himself from his latest defeat.

During one surface visit, looking around the Seattle streets while on the back of Baba Aban's motorcycle, you see a strangely familiar figure on a similar vehicle.

You tug on your das's sleeve before gearuring toward the hedgehog

"Baba.. that's not Sonic, is it?"

He looks, does a double take

"Uh.. no."

He's stopping near the same lot the two of you are, and Baba instructs you to message Papa

"Found another alien hedgehog, will update"

He seems wary when the two of you approach, glancing between you as Aban steps closer, an arm in front of your chest to keep you back behind him

"Who are you?"

The hedgehog glares, and you slink just a bit closer to see him

"I am the ultimate life form."

"Decided by who?"

"That's none of your concern."

The two are almost circling one another now, Baba keeping you behind him, even if just barely

"It's my concern if you're here to.. to destroy humanity, or whatever."

You eye him from behind your dad, but he just huffs a laugh

"Destroy? I was created to preserve your human lives."

Your eyes widen again, catching his own before he glanced back towards your Baba

"Is that a problem?"

You tug at Aban's sleeve again, and he slows his movement, letting you peek out more from behind him

"No.. I don't suppose it is."

You finally slip out from behind him, smiling, and Shadow is hit, mentally, with the image of Maria, smile - the same energy as your own

A certain kind of sad loneliness, with an undertone of care

He doesn't know why he thinks of it that way

All he knows is that it feels like home again

The two of you see each other a few times after that, while out on errands with Baba

Papa wants to meet him - of course - but doesn't want another Knuckles situation

(He's very glad that the echidna didn't try and go after you for revenge - after the emerald was taken away, he wasn't sure he could have saved you)

So he lets you - and Stone - approach him on the surface

Not that you know explicitly that you're helping.

Neither of your dad's know about Maria - at least not explicitly - and Shadow still hasn't voiced why he's so attached to you

He finds himself following you whenever he sees you on earth

Of course you're with Baba every time, kept at arms length from Shadow, but he keeps coming back

Papa allows it because he hasn't made any threats

Baba allows it because he seems genuinely friendly

And doesn't seem to recognize him

Finally - FINALLY - Papa asks Baba to help bring him to the base

Respectfully, if possible. He wants to keep the peace, even if it's just for your sake

You get to be the lucky one to invite Shadow to the base

You smile when you ask if he'd like to come, and all he can see is Maria inviting him to see a new breakthrough from her grandfather

He says yes

Immediately

Your smile gets wider

"This is the first time I've invited a friend home!"

His poor, walled-off heart cracks just a little, and he gives Stone a Look™

Baba just glanced away before offering him a ride in a (rented) car

The two of you sit in the back, just talking to each other, while Stone contemplated how he got to driving one of the aliens.

To his home.

With his child in the backseat next to said alien.

As long as you're happy, and Ivo's happy, then he's sure he'll be fine

Shadow is still vague with answers around his past - every time you try and engage him about family, friends, childhood, home - he thinks of Maria

He still tries to answer you - he grew up in space, with his best friend and her grandfather.

She was.. sick. Very sick. And she died.

Conveniently leaving GUN out of the convo.

He sees the sadness you have for him - the same Maria held when she told him to go - and decides that he'll make space for himself in your life

If you let him.

ONLY if you let him.

The three of you make it back to crabmeat safely, and both of your dads hover, but let you interact how you want

Shadow sees a lot of Gerald in your Papa, but won't say anything.

He can't

Not yet, at least

He ends up staying the night, nested on your floor next to your own little fort, facing the door even in his sleep

Ivo tolerates it, if barely

He brought the hedgehog here to study, not to befriend his baby

"What if he has.. space rabies?!"

Stone just rolls his eyes as he shuts your door most the way, alarm systems all in place for the night

"This is the first time they've had a friend over, Ivo. We'll know if something goes wrong - just let them have this."

"This" turned into "a live-in best friend" rather quickly, to both parents' surprise (and your absolute delight)

Eventually, he caves.

He starts answering questions truthfully, the pain still rather fresh in his mind

He tells you about Maria, about GUN, about his purpose and pain

And you're there to comfort him

He's not graphic, and you don't push, and he appreciates it more than he'll voice, even to you

He figures that as long as you're willing to be there and listen, he'll be there to keep you safe company

Both dads are.. annoyed

Ivo thinks this new hedgehog is overbearing - always at your shoulder, keeping you company when he's supposed to be, never seeming to let you out of his sight

Stone thinks he's up to something, the way he lingers between streets when you're out, watching from the shadows (ha)

In reality, he's just trying to keep you safe

Your dads seem to figure that out when one of Ivo's ridiculous predictions comes true - you wander just a bit too far from Baba to look at some UV lights for your plants on Crabmeat, and someone grabs your arm as they walk past, jostling you enough that you yelp

Shadow is there in half a second, sending the aggressor to the floor before tugging on your hand, coaxing you down so he can look at the bruise forming on your bicep

Baba Aban is there a second later, lowering himself and helping Shadow turn your arm before helping you back up

"We should leave."

The three of you are silent until halfway back to the base, when Baba tilts the rearview to look at Shadow while he's druving

"Shadow.."

"What?"

He always glares when he talks to anyone besides you. Typically toward the floor or their chests, but right now he's looking your Baba in the eyes through the mirror, watching your father's gaze soften

*Thank you."

And thank YOU anonymous requester for all of this!

The requests for Sonic Movieverse, and this particular headcanon set, are wide open! Please send me reqs! I'm fixating like a mofo right now!!

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

Hi there hello I need elaboration on both of these immediately they're so fucking cool

yo thank you so much!!! and thank you for asking about them! i still like these drawings and i do have ideas in my head on the story behind them 👍

sticking it below a “read more” cuz i don’t want to clog anyone’s feed:

i’ll start with the second image. so the deal here is that my farmer samuel, as a “player”, has access to things like an inventory and ability to heal wounds by just eating food. he’s also in a magic contract with yoba where he gets extra powers, like higher pain tolerance, combat skills, and teleportation. there are costs of course, but it still makes samuel into a monster-slaying machine. which yoba needs them to be in order to help it do things like traverse the mines to find the missing pieces of itself in powerful monsters. problem is, samuel tends to get kind of scary when they’re in battle mode. they get lost in it.

for the first image, the big space tree snake is essentially yoba’s true form. this scene is meant to be part of a season finale kinda episode where Major Shit has gone and is going down. pelican town is being attacked by an enemy force, which i’m still trying to brainstorm on, but i think it’s gonna be a cult that thinks they’re following “yoba’s will.” that “will” being given to them by a mysterious otherworldly being that they think is yoba (but obviously isn’t).

anyway, things are looking pretty bad. town’s burning, most of the residents are being held under siege at the saloon where they evacuated to, and all the capable fighters like marlon and rasmodius are out of commission (not dead, just injured or something). the idea here is that samuel ends up last line of defense. but during a big dramatic anime fight scene, he gets very badly wounded. and yoba finally snaps and is able to find the power in itself to unleash its true form to protect everyone. yknow. classic cute hero shit like that. i love my cheese. :) 🧀

i was thinking of mr. qi being the main villain, pulling strings behind the scenes (like manipulating a cult into believing you’re yoba). i think of qi as an alien being like yoba, but they have beef with each other. BUT AGAIN, still thinking about it. like motivations n stuff. for instance, is qi doing this just for fun? or is he following the orders of someone or something even bigger? or is he just trying to bring back some kind of equilibrium to the universe? idk for sure yet.

none of these ideas i wrote in this post aren’t completely set in stone though. i might find something i like even better. who knows! thanks again for encouraging my ramblings. 💙

[unholywriter]

Stars | Jaime Reyes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff.

Paring: Magic Reader x Symbiotic alien infused bug boy.

a/n: I know it’s definitely not the time of year for Christmas but enjoy. 💙🪲

It was later, and your shift was ending. Working at a bar downtown in Palmera City, you never knew what kind of rambunctious shenanigans would unfold. But, for Christmas Eve, it was quiet. It was a godly slow day, not many stopped by aside the few occasional regulars wishing good holidays. Thankfully, it was coming to an end. Setting up the bar stools on the table, and making sure all was clean, capped and put away. You slid out the door, locking it behind you. Palmera was nippy, but it doesn’t get too terribly cold around this time of year.

Pulling up your scarf you walked looking at the text message from Jaime, your lover. A smile blanketed your face.

Jaime: Close went good?

You: Yes. Just stepping out now.

Jaime: Need a pick up? I’m near by.

You: What, a roof top a block over?

Jaime: Hey, rooftops are peaceful. 🥺

You: So is being wrapped up in my bfs arms but, sadly you like rooftops more. 😈

Jaime: You’re not going to let me live that down huh? Also, lamp post. 😂😭

As you read the last part you halted immediately. You were a few inches from running into it. You took a breath in and smiled looking up to the sky to see a silhouette of a particular blue looking suited boyfriend of yours. But you knew he was grinning ear to ear underneath that mask.

“tfihs em oot sih edis.” You whispered. Now it was your turn to grin ear to ear as you materialize right beside him. You swore a squeak left his mouth.

“Dios mío mi amor!” He hitched his breath, dramatically placing his hand on his chest. “You know you could have just let me come down and meet you right?”

“Maybe I like the rooftops too.” You smile, and move in closer to embrace him. He embraced you back, and just like he read your thoughts, and well. Khaji reading his; the suit’s mask dematerialized revealing his gorgeous face underneath. And damn those beautiful brown doe eyes of his.

“You were just teasing me about it.” He rolled his eyes, his grip gently squeezing you.

“I know.” You placed your lips against his tenderly, running your fingers though his hair as he kissed you back just as sweetly. “I’ve missed you JaiJai.”

“Sorry for being gone a week, I thought we caught wind on a lead for Ted.” He said grimly. His mood changing only made you soften your expression with more concern.

“How’s Jenny?” You pulled away slowly. You still didn’t leave his touch though. But you knew making sure he was okay and being his emotional support is more important than craving deep intimacy at the moment from him.

“She’s doing well for someone who found out her father is alive. Just not knowing where he is, you know. She’s worried.” He began to explain, his tone and pace nerve racked. You could only assume because, Ted, being his predecessor. A man he’s never met before. Definitely an unregulated, stressful situation. Not only that, Jenny and Jaime had some moments together. But, she stepped away knowing you two were more or so in love with each other without each other knowing. She was the one, (and Milagro) who gave you both a push ironically. Now it’s been a few months after Jaime had Khaji Da infused within him, Victoria Kord, and Jaime’s father almost dying. It’s been rough, but you’ve been there. As a best friend and his lover. He is thankful, and you know it. Just as much as you’ve been thankful for him all these years.

“I’m glad, but we’re here for her. She has you. And Milagro always makes it her business to make sure she and all of us are okay. So honestly, Jenny will be alright.” You smile, entangling your fingers within his. “You will be alright too, got that mi querido?”

“Loud and clear.” He smiled brightly, fighting back his tears. You reached up, rubbing your finger against his cheek.

“So, do you still want to visit the tree in town square?” You ask, making sure he’s up for it. Yes distractions are nice too get away from everything but you can’t always run away.

“Of course. But I actually had a better idea.” His grin pulled further, a bit of mischief being one of your favorite signature looks that spread across his face.

“What do you have in mind?” You grinned back, curious to what your boyfriend had in store.

“Just trust me?” He grabbed both your hands gently and started to walk backwards, leading you too the edge.

“Always.” You tittered softly, turning back into a soft smile. He then lifted you into his arms. His wings materialized and off you two went. The view was beautiful, of course you’re used to flying via magic yourself but being in his arms with the breeze hitting you even if it was chilly was very peaceful. Soon you could see Palmera City Square, the large Christmas tree erect in all its multicolored glory for season cheer.

“So pretty.” You spoke softly. “What now?”

You both now hovered a far distance from and over the tree. The crowd gathered below enjoying the festivity. “I thought we could have a once in a life time experience not many normal people can experience.”

“Oh?” You tucked some of his curled hair behind his ear still nice and snug in his arms. “So we’re not normal?”

Your tease made him laugh. “I have an alien symbiotic peice of technology infused into my back and connected to every cell in my human body and you? Well, you’ve never been normal mi tesoro.”

The tease back earned him a gentle smack to his shoulder. “Wow, if this is your way too whoo me tonight I might just have to up my game.”

“Hey! I meant you not being normal in the best way possible!” He cheesed. And you gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“I know my love. So what now?” You beamed happily. Patiently waiting for his goofy, lovable plan of his. Because well, both of you were sixty or so feet in the air and you were beginning to wonder if people looked up wondering what or who was hovering above them.

“Well.” He then begin to help you to where you were now dangling closely together. But your feet hung out, and gravity wasn’t to kind. “Uh.” He laughed nervously, his plan not working in his favor for the moment. “I was going to see if we could just, dance? But, I honestly didn’t think this part through.”

“It’s okay Jaime, that’s why having a girlfriend with magic comes in handy.” You giggled. Holding him close. Taking a breath in you closed your eyes and met his again. “Ekam eht ria a ecnad roolf, kaolc su nihtiw eht thgin.”

With ease your feet met an invisible flooring underneath the both of you. He looked down awe stuck with bewilderment but quickly smiled back. “What did…?”

“Now we can dance.” You took your arms wrapping them around his neck. He tenderly held you by your back. From below Christmas music rang, the smell of peppermint and pine filled both your senses. Laughter and happiness from people all over could be heard. It was truly magical.

“Okay, so bear with me mi amor. My two left feet might become a problem.” His cheeks turned a tint of pink, and soon an even more embarrassed expression crossed his face. “No Khaji!” He looked over his shoulder in a fit of sheepishness. Your smile pulled further.

“What did she say this time?”

“She said she could help me learn because she indulged herself to the internet the other night.” He rolled his eyes yet again.

“Oh no, that poor thing.” You gasped in actual horror. “I hope she didn’t delve too deep into the endless web of dark and treacherous Fortnite dances.”

“Do not give her any ideas.” He widened his eyes. You laughed again. Waiting patiently. “Besides, even if I trip over my feet as long as I’m dancing with you no matter how bad I am - that’s all that matters to me”.

You blushed softly. “Me too. Then lead the way Jai.”

Slowly, he began to lead. His steps a bashful disaster. But, he kept at it, soon both you moving in a circle of rhythm. “I think, I think we got!” He looked down and snapped back up with his playful, dramatic expression of giddiness. One of the many things that you fell in love with about him.

“We are!” You pressed your lips together tighter, and he then placed his forehead against yours.

“Feliz navidad mi estrella.” He said softly as the bells began to chime signifying midnight. “I love you so much y/n.”

“Feliz navidad Jaime. I love you so very much too amor de mi vida.” You softly spoke back. A gentle kiss was exchanged, and the both of you continued to dance above the city square. Locked deep in each other’s arms, but more importantly deep within each other’s hearts. And man, were the stars so pretty tonight as they watched the both of you fall in love deeply.

[whys-nosense]

idk if it's still ace week, but imma talk about my experience being aroace cuz this is my space and i never get to talk about it so- honestly my experience is not dramatic at all, i remember being a kid and when people in my class had crushes or the theme was brought up i would just think "we are too young for this stuff" and basically i had the same mindset all through highschool too. i remember being hanging out with two of my friends, and one of them was talking to aboy, and she was so, idk enamored(? she was just like, "oh! look what he says to me! its so sweet" but i only thought that it was corny and kinda lame. because i didn't care i did feel kind off alienated when the topic came up-

i also remember hearing the thing all ace's hear at some point "oh! youll feel it some day!" and i just remember thinking, "i prefer if i don't, thanks" i just always kind of found it icky(? idk, i love shiping characters but relationships irl??? yeah, no thanks-

still with all of this i didn't identify as aroace until a couple years ago, i was just always second guessing myself, but one day i was like "dude im 17 and i never even had a celebrity crush, bffr" so i was just yeah i guess this is what i am :| cool, im never gonna have relationship drama, yippee

im pretty happy with my identity, my mom is like "cool beans, youre awesome" and my friend doesn't really care so, all alright on that aspect.

welp, that's my experience, pretty boring but my life it's pretty boring in general so, thank u for reading my ramble if you made it to here💙

[magnoliabutters]

• YES MA’JAKE •

pairing: jake sully x reader (na’vi, they/them)

summary: bound together in front of ewya, there is just one last step to completing the omitikayan ritual.

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; possible avatar 2009 spoilers, smut smut city b*tch, oral (gn inexperienced receiving), semi-public, muffling moans, lack of proofreading, etc.

word count: ~2.4k

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note: um... i haven't been able to get away from the jake sully tiktok edits, not that i've really been trying. this needed to come out for my health and sanity. following a bit of the og romance plot line with sexiness and a bit of what we wish we saw in the first one (minus neytiri unfortunately). i hope you enjoy!

There you sit, knees bent, and hands on your thighs. You slowly look up to see those beautiful yellow eyes staring back at you. The space is illuminated by the tree of souls, your greatest connection to Ewya. You have just tethered your bonds below the magnificent night sky. Jake and you.

You hate to admit it but something changed within the moment you spotted his avatar in the woods. His alien body frantically checking behind each tree. After months of training and endless amounts of effort, something changed between you two again. And you find yourself here. Mated for life. A thought so foreign, yet oddly familiar in your body.

As your mind rushes through endless possibilities, you note Jake’s eyes scan over your face. His hand shortly follows as he places it against your cheek. He has always been so gentle with you. You turn in to kiss his palm. His thumb tracing back and forth against your skin. “Are you okay, my love?” he asks, a smile pulling to his right side. “Yes, Ma’Jake," you weakly grin. "I'm nervous."

Jake’s smile withdrew into a worried furrowed brow. “Nervous, why?” he chuckles as his head tilts, looking over your face and body carefully. “I’ve never done this,” you say softly and slowly. His concerned expression gradually becomes a soft smile. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says as he reaches for your hands. Yours are so small compared to his.

“I want to, but I don’t know how,” you share as the sides of your mouth tighten in embarrassment. “Can you teach me?” A huge smile emerges on Jake’s face. Excitement bursts through those gorgeous cheek bones. You nervously giggle. “What?” you ask with a giggle. He shakes his head side to side, his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

Jake’s deep voice booming, yet soft. “Remember what you told me the first time I rode a Pa’li?” he asks, trying to get your glance. His eyes humble and soothing. You nod, curious as to what his point is. “You listen to your body, just as I did with Pa’li,” he says. “Feel your heart beat,” he softly continues as he places his hand against your chest. His touch excites you. You breathe in. Your gaze remains on each other before you slowly close your eyes.

“Your breath,” Jake adds as he follows you in taking a deep breath in. His hand raises with your chest. “Your legs,” he murmurs. His other hand is gently placed against your thigh. It rides the line between inner and top of your thigh. The sensation shooting bursts of energy throughout your body. You begin to feel your heart race.

Jake smiles as he notices your change in body language. You are more open, inviting. The nerves almost completely gone. Your eyes remain closed, completely trusting your mate as you have done all along. “You are the only one who knows what you like,” he whispers. You jump and laugh as you suddenly feel his hot breath against your lips. “You have to guide me, love,” he murmurs. He places a soft kiss upon your lips. You naturally entangle your hands within his coarse hair. You hum against his lips in complete euphoria. You feel his mouth turn to a smile as it brushes against yours.

“I promise I won’t fall off this time,” Jake smirks. Your eyes open, as he slowly pulls from your grasp. You giggle alongside him. Him falling of that horse was the first time you saw him in a different light, different from a skxawng. For him, that was the first time he ever saw you smile and heard you laugh. “I will guide you, Ma’Jake,” you affirm as you bite your lip.

Jake grins as he closes the distance between you two. His lips gently press upon yours. He tastes like sugar. Your heart craves him. You feel your body ache for his touch, not just at your lips but every where. With a quick skip, you jump onto his lap and wrap your legs around him. His chin raises as he watches you tower over him. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers. You cannot help the smile that pulls across your face. Your tail squirming behind you in excitement.

With his arms wrapped around your waist, Jake leans in to plant sweet kisses upon your neck. Each kiss felt like butterflies - ticklish, pleasurable. You feel your heart race again. You must like this. One of your hands hold his back, pressing him deeper into your chest. Your other is gently behind his head. Your body releases a gasp and giggle as he kisses you deeper into your collarbone. His deep laugh booms against your skin.

As his kisses trail lower and lower, your heart racing faster and faster, you begin to feel a firmness underneath you. It presses against just the right parts, as your body reels over the endorphins seeping throughout. Without thinking, you tuck your thumb under his chin. Your fingers rest against his cheek. You pull his gaze towards you, watching as his slightly ajar mouth smiles.

You crash your lips against Jake, almost knocking him back. His grip around you tightens. His strength on your body hardening - a small twinge of pain, which incredulously leads to pleasure. He bites into your kiss. His fangs digging into your bottom lip. You pull him closer to you, onto you as your hips begin to move. This feels good too. You feel his tongue slowly slip past your lips. Trusting your body, your tongue meets his. “You taste so good, baby,” he mumbles against you.

Jake moans are rough and animalistic. You can feel his sit become imbalanced as he wishes to move. The firmness pressing against you again and again. Your breath begins to shake as you feel your body harden throughout. Abruptly, Jake moves a hand to your head and slowly guides you onto the warm dirt. You feel him all over you, exactly fulfilling your body’s desire. Your legs wrap tightly around him. Your hips begin to rut against him. The tops of your legs desperately seeking more. A feeling you have never felt before.

“Ma’Jake,” you whimper as your thighs clench around him. Jake places love bites at the crook of your neck, some deeper than others. His hands tight at your wrists, pinning you down. You enjoy being pinned down. “I see you, y/n,” he whispers into your ear. He places kisses down your cheek bones until he meets your lips. He pulls away to look at you, taking all of you in. A smile forming on his face. “I see you, Ma’Jake,” you whisper.

With a look of satisfaction and joy, Jake places another firm kiss upon your lips. He then travels down your neck and onto your collarbone. You feel as he pauses at your chest. You catch your breath as your torso raises towards him. His tongue swirls around your nipples, another sensation you have never felt before. Your legs begin to tense. Your hips having a mind of their own. What an odd thing to be in control of your body, but also just existing within its own automatic movements?

The moans that escape your throat are unfamiliar. However, you can feel Jake’s movements quicken, become more harsh and jagged, with each one. He enjoys it. You make note to allow every impulsive groan to escape your lips. You feel the sting of his teeth as he lightly bites onto your nipple. An involuntary hiss escapes your mouth, but is also met with a laugh.

Jake laughs with you as he raises his head back to meet yours. “What should I do?” he asks with a bite lip. His ears fluctuating from up and down in his excitement. His own automatic response. “Kiss me,” you murmur as you lean closer to him. “All of me.” His smile grows as your lips finally reach his. The passion you have only had a glimpse of between your trainings is fully on display now. Everything you had held back. Every feeling - is now placed into each kiss.

With power, Jake’s hands grab hold of your ass - surprising, yet lovely sensation in the heat of this moment. He hisses against your lips as you play with his bottom lip between his teeth. Occasional looks between you two leave you both shaking like balls of energy. He begins to trail down your body, with his lip still held back. He finally pulls away in excitement as a bit of blood rests on his inner lip.

“Mmmm,” you moan as your hand travels back to his head. You feel him bobbing back and forth with each peck on your skin. Little laughs leave your mouth as he kisses the ticklish parts. Your body closes in on him each time. He makes little snickers as he teasingly bites onto your lower stomach.

Jake’s eyes peer up at you. His kissing halted. You look down at him, curious. Confused as to what may come next. “I want to kiss you here,” he says as his hand slowly travels to your inner thigh. You feel vibrations of tingles as they spread up your left side and down your leg. You let out a sharp breath as you draw your eyes back to him. Another deep breath and you are able to muster the courage to say, “Yes, Ma’Jake.”

Without hesitation, Jake’s fingers hook into your clothes. He pulls at the string. It slowly rolls down your outer thighs. You are on full display, yet his eyes remain on yours. His encouraging smile soothes your soul. You place a hand to his cheek. He kisses your palm, as you did to his before. Your thighs close against his waist as your fingers runs through his hair.

Jake slowly positions himself between your legs. Nerves burst through the pit of your stomach. You place your hand there instinctually. He lowers himself on you enough that you cannot see those soothing eyes. You can just feel his hot breath against your most sensitive skin.

In one gentle and soft movement, Jake’s lips press against your heat. The feeling is nothing like you have felt before. Your body is on edge, almost like when you hunt. On the other hand, it is also dowsed with euphoria and overwhelming happiness. Despite this contradiction, your body screams for more - demands for more.

Your hand reaches down to hold the back of Jake’s head. “You taste incredible,” he murmurs against you. His tongue slowly laps against you. The sensation hits you like a train. Your head is now dug into the dirt. Your legs weak and unreliable. Your eyelids flutter as you lean into the pleasure.

“Mmm-Jake,” you whine as your thighs close around him. Your hand tilts as his head slowly raises. He watches as you writhe under his tongue. “That’s it, baby,” he says with excitement. He quickly tucks your knees over his shoulders. His mouth envelops you. You almost lose your breath. His hands grip harder against your outer thighs, leaving scratches. He begins to moan against your heat. The vibrations of his deep voice leave ripples of pleasure.

Your breathing is quick. Jake’s tongue quicker. You begin to feel lightheaded as your hands move from your torso, to your thighs, to his head. Always on the move as you struggle to maintain this sensation. Abruptly, his fingers begin to mesh with his tongue’s movements. It feels ínstense but oh so good. Your hips begin to rut, matching his rhythm. His touch quickens. Your body almost shaking as it embraces the impacting force.

Your legs tighten around him. Your body feels like a branch that’s about to be pulled to it’s breaking point. The euphoria bubbles throughout your limbs. “Jake,” you scream. Immediately, Jake’s movements stop. You feel his laughter against you. Your body continues to ride the high, but you are able to prop yourself onto your elbows. “Shh, my love,” he chuckles as he kisses your thighs. “What?” you laugh breathlessly. “There are other people here,” he smiles as his hand reaches the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.

Your head drops backwards as you laugh with him. You shake your hair out and pull your eyes back towards him. “I might need help,” you whisper with innocent eyes. Jake bites his lip as he leans into you once more. His hand crawls up your face. As he pulls away, it covers your mouth. A gentle force guiding you down into your back once more.

With that daring smile, his mouth envelops you once more. The sensation leaving you with a muffled gasp. It is almost as though you never stopped. His movements as quick, if not quicker. His body’s weight fully pressed between his legs. Your eyes roll back as your chest tightens. A pit in your stomach forms once again. Your toes begin to curl as your legs unbearably tighten. Your lightheadedness leaving you weak in your muscles. A weakness you would now welcome.

Your moans somehow feel better against his large hands. His grip tightens against your cheeks and jaw as your body ruts against his firm body. “Jake,” you whine as you feel yourself falling off a tipping point. The pleasure so intense that you are not sure what would come next. His mouth pulls from you as his hand continues to do its work. “Just let it out, baby,” he whispers as he places gentle kisses against your stomach. “Let it out for me.”

Before you knew it, a burst of electricity flows through your body. You let out another screaming moan, barely muffled against his hands. Your body crumples together, squeezing against Jake’s head. You feel a wet sensation between your thighs, smoothing out your delicate skin. His breath heavy against you as his eyes look down at what he’s done. A proud smile and breathless laugh falls from his mouth as he squeezes his grip on your thighs.

“You are incredible,” Jake says as he lowers your legs to his hips. He towers over you as you rest against the warm dirt. Your eyes still closed as your breathing finally slows. “Ma’Jake,” you say weakly as your eyes slowly open. “Yes, my love?” he asks. His hand reaches for yours. He places a gentle kiss against the back of your hand. “Show me more of what these Earth people do,” you murmur. You watch as a devilish smile appears on his immaculate face. “Yes, my love,” Jake whispers as he pounces onto you.

note: i hope you liked it and this post helped to fulfill your need to love this man! i give no apologies for wanting to fuck this gorgeous na’vi man. (you shouldn't either). okie bye.

part two here

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[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Magnolia - Chapter Eight

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

A/N: More tags will be added as chapters are updated. Please be mindful of the tags and warnings at the beginning of each chapter, as they will tell you what you need to know about the content within.

Minors, DNI.

Thank you, Saint Kendall @strawberrystepmom for being my beta for this chapter and rescuing me from the insanity of looking at the same draft over and over again. 💙💙💙

Summary:

Everything, she thinks absently, the feeling behind the thought so strong that for a moment she worries she has actually spoken it aloud. If you asked me for everything right now, Suguru… I would give it to you without question.

Suguru, for his part, can’t help but to take all that she’s offering him. The clock in his head is winding down, keeping him cognizant of how much more he can drink from her without putting her in danger.

He is lamenting every second that brings him closer to the point where he has to stop. He knows that the stronger his feelings are for the person he’s feeding on, the sweeter the blood.

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Chapter Warnings: Biting, blood drinking, fondling

Chapter Eight: To Bloom Under Moonlight

One drop of midnight in the dawn of life’s pulsating stream Marks her an alien from her kind, a shade amid its gleam. Forevermore her step she bends, insular, strange, apart-- And one can read the riddle of her strangely warring heart. -Georgia Douglas Johnson, The Octoroon

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I wanted to be loved for something. I wanted… to be useful, to be needed, to be happy in knowing I was finally doing something worthwhile. 

I want you to have this. 

I want to be useful to you. 

The thoughts are her own, but they feel distant and faint. Her eyes are on the ceiling, staring up at the muted yellow lamplight coming through the pretty fixtures in Suguru’s bedroom. 

They’d moved there at his suggestion. “Are you trying to seduce me?” Lia had asked, half-jokingly. 

“Only if you want to be seduced,” Suguru had answered. And though he’d offered her a teasing grin, there was something in the tone of his voice that suggested he would oblige her if being seduced by him was what she was aiming for. 

For now, he is taking his time treating himself to the taste of her skin, and it reminds her just how long it’s been since anyone has touched her in an intimate way… and just how long prior to him anyone had touched her at all. He isn’t exactly delicate in the way he’s kissing and nipping at her neck, but she is discovering that she likes him less than gentle. 

He pulls back a little, bringing one hand up to rest on her throat. Two fingers pressed to her pulse point, where the blood flow is the strongest. “Here,” he murmurs, looking intently at her. “Is that okay?”

When she swallows he feels the motion of it, fluttering beneath his hand. “Yes,” she answers belatedly, and now her pulse has quickened under his fingers. Suguru searches her face, looking for anything even remotely resembling fear. He finds none. There is only nervous anticipation, deep curiosity, and a strong undercurrent of lust.

He tucks that last one away, pushing it to the back of his mind. 

He would like to revisit it later. 

“Ready?” He whispers, as he dips his head down, tracing the path he wants to take along her skin with his tongue. She nods, and it’s all the assent he needs. 

“Oh,” she gasps, when she feels his fangs puncture her. It momentarily knocks the breath out of her, and she is strangely reminded of all the times she’s had her ears pierced. Absurd, she thinks, the ridiculousness of the comparison striking her as humorous. She has little time to dwell on it though, as Suguru begins to gently draw blood from the place where he’s penetrated her skin. 

This, she can compare to nothing. 

There is no experience in her mental reservoir, no recollection of anything that has ever been done to her that even comes close to this. 

It isn’t just the feel of his lips and his tongue and his teeth on her skin, although she sifts through the memories of past lovers - few though they are - and finds that this feeling is leagues ahead of anything she’s felt before. 

It’s in the way she can feel every drop of blood that leaves her body, beckoned onto his tongue like it’s being called home. As if her blood has always belonged to Suguru, and she has merely been keeping it safe for him.

It’s in the way he drinks from her; he does not devour her the way she imagined that he would. Instead, he is unhurriedly savoring the taste of her, as if she is a feast full of courses set before him purely for the purpose of his enjoyment. 

He has one hand braced on the mattress below her head, holding himself up so as not to put his full weight on her… and she wonders if he realizes where his other hand has wandered to, cupped around her breast, thumbing at her nipple through the thin fabric of one of his t-shirts that she’s claimed for her own.

Not that she minds.

She arches into him, offering more of her breast to his touch, more of her blood to his tongue. 

Everything, she thinks absently, the feeling behind the thought so strong that for a moment she worries she has actually spoken it aloud. If you asked me for everything right now, Suguru… I would give it to you without question.

Suguru, for his part, can’t help but to take all that she’s offering him. The clock in his head is winding down, keeping him cognizant of how much more he can drink from her without putting her in danger. 

He is lamenting every second that brings him closer to the point where he has to stop. He knows that the stronger his feelings are for the person he’s feeding on, the sweeter the blood. 

Satoru is the only person whose blood is sweeter than hers. 

The thought should surprise him, but it doesn’t. 

The invisible clock in his head ticks one last time, and reluctantly he withdraws his fangs from her, lapping gently at the puncture marks to stem the flow of blood. He presses a kiss to her skin, gentle and sweet, before raising his head to look at her.

“Ah,” he exhales, when his gaze falls on where his hand is still cupped around her breast. Quickly he pulls his hand away. “Sorry---”

“You shouldn’t… you shouldn’t apologize for things you don’t need to apologize for,” she manages. The corners of her eyes crinkle in amusement as she bites back a laugh, even as her skin tingles hotly from the afterimage of his touch.

“I got carried away,” he sighs. “I should be sorry about that.”

“I didn’t mind,” she admits softly. Her ears and cheeks are burning, and she fights the urge to look away from him. She realizes that she doesn’t quite know how to express what she wants, but she tries anyway. “Suguru… I don’t really know how it works with you and Satoru…”

Puzzled at why she’s bringing his husband up right now, he blinks at her. “Me and Satoru…?”

“You’re married,” she blurts. She winces, understanding that it must sound like an accusation. “I meant--- I know you two have had other relationships, but… I don’t know how he would feel about---”

“Ha,” he laughs wryly, catching her meaning. “Satoru’s not the jealous type.” He shifts to sit up on his elbows and look at her properly. “And you can bet that he’s having more than his fair share of fun where he is.”

She absorbs this silently. Then, “So he wouldn’t be upset about this?”

“He wouldn’t,” Suguru offers her a reassuring smile. “But if you’re worried, we can call him so you can ask for yourself.”

Her face goes hot again at the thought of such a conversation. Up until now, even knowing that Satoru may return any day now, she has only ever been in the peripheral of any conversation the two men have had. She doesn’t think she wants this to be the first thing she talks directly to Satoru about. 

“I’ll take your word for it,” she laughs. Her laughter subsides, and she takes a deep breath. “In that case…” He’s so close, right there in front of her, and she can’t hide her face. You’re an adult, she chides herself silently. There’s nothing wrong with asking for sex.

But what if he doesn’t want to? What if he’s not attracted to me in that way, and I just end up embarrassing myself by even mentioning it? What if---

“Are you going to let me in on whatever the secret is, or should I start guessing?” There’s amusement in his eyes when she looks back at him, but there is also that kindness that she’s grown so fond of. It gives her the courage to speak plainly. 

“Suguru, I want… to have sex. With you.”

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Chapter Nine: The Question Answered (Coming Soon)

[littlespacereader]

Sorry for the long awaited 10th Doctor fic. I won’t lie, I was really trying to figure out what I was going to write. That’s when I came across this gif! My favorite duo! The Doctor Donna duo! They always had such a fun dynamic in the show that I said to myself “what if they were the reader’s Caregivers?” So please enjoy this cute fic!!

Who Broke The Vase?🏺💙

Caregiver! 10th Doctor, Caregiver! Donna Nobel, & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)

Tags - hurt/comfort, DoctorDonna duo are the cutest, stuffie, broken glass, mention of violence at the end (just playful banter no worries), hugs and forehead kisses

Nicknames - Mama for Donna, Papa for The Doctor, space boy for The Doctor, munchkin, little one, little rose, darling

“Are you sure you’re okay here by yourself for a couple of minutes?” Donna grabbed her purse off the counter top and looked over at me.

“Of course! You’re just going around the corner to the Tardis. I’ll be fine. I’ve got Sir Teddy the second to watch me.” I gestured to the stuffie on my left.

I was sitting in the living room, legos spread throughout the floor. I was making the coolest building for Mama when we both heard the sound of the Tardis in the distance.

The Tardis meant Papa was home! He always brings me the coolest gifts or even better he takes Mama and I on the coolest adventures! I wonder what it’s going to be this time.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon with Papa. Don’t you or Sir Teddy the second do anything stupid while I’m gone.” She joked with a wink.

I smirked and rolled my eyes, “We won’t.”

She walked over and placed a kiss to the top of my head and one to Teddy’s head before she left out the front door. “Love you munchkin. Be back soon.”

“Love you too Mama!” I called back to her before the door closed.

The Doctor Donna duo were the farthest thing from a couple. They are what you like to call platonic soulmates. On one of their adventures they met me and were extremely kind and compassionate about my regression.

They surprised me one day and said they would be my Caregivers, not as a couple but as two separate Caregivers both wanting to love and protect me. What more could a Little ask for?

I played with my legos for a little bit but I couldn’t really focus on them. I was so curious to what Papa had been up to since he left. Maybe he found a new alien race? Maybe he solved world peace on another planet? Maybe he saved another spaceship?

Wait! I looked into the kitchen at the fridge. At the very top of the fridge is the picture of the Tardis I drew with a magnet on top to hold it in place. And this isn’t just any drawing! I drew this one especially for Papa!

It’s Mama, Papa and I on the beach with the Tardis resting under an umbrella. Papa would find the Tardis to be so silly! He would absolutely love it!

So onto my feet and off to the kitchen with Teddy I ran! Except when I got to the fridge I had a problem…the drawing was at the vvvveeeerrrrrryyyy top of the fridge and was hard to grab, even on my tippy toes.

This was a problem, but not one I couldn’t figure out. First step was getting something to stand on. Mama has a step stool somewhere…Ah ha! In the pantry!

I grabbed the step stool and brought it to the front of the fridge. But even at the top step it wasn’t enough! Now we had to result to drastic measures. Holding onto the fridge handle with one hand and Teddy with the other, I swung him in the hopes that he would hit the picture and knock it loose.

I hit and hit and hit and with one final swing, the magnet fell and my picture slowly started to drift down. But I also hit something else…

Teddy’s leg managed to snag the handle of the white and blue vase at the top of the fridge. Teddy’s leg snagged it and threw it off the top, shattering it on the floor below.

I stood there on the step stool in total shock. My heart started to race as a million thoughts ran through my mind. One thought stuck and stayed, I am in so much trouble.

I’ve never been in big trouble with my Caregivers before. What were they going to be like? Angry, loud, frustrated?!

Tears started to fall down my face as my beautiful picture landed near the mess. What was I going to do? Was there enough time to clean this mess? Maybe Mama wouldn’t notice the vase missing.

But soon I heard Papa and Mama’s voice in the distance. I couldn’t think, I was just starting to panic. I just started to run, leaving the mess and my picture behind. I grabbed Teddy and ran upstairs to the safety of my room.

~~~

The Doctor swung the door open with his usual grin on his face, “Y/N! I’m home!!”

But instead of seeing his little one run as fast as they could over to him, he was met with a silence. Strange…Y/N is usually happy to see him.

Donna scooted past him and walked into the house worried, “Y/N? Y/N?!” Where had their Little gone?

Donna searched the living room finding the legos left abandoned. The Doctor searched around for any sign of the Little. He paused in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Donna? Did you have something white and blue made out of glass?” He asked over his shoulder.

“What?” Donna joined the Doctor in the kitchen as they looked over the mess.

Pieces of glass surrounded the fridge and the step stool. On top of the mess laid the picture Y/N had drawn for the Doctor.

The Doctor picked it up and smiled at the picture. He always loved all of Y/N creations. This one was especially funny to him.

“Doesn’t take Sherlock Homes to figure out what happened here.” The Doctor joked.

“You think they’re okay? Maybe they got hurt?” Donna looked around the room frantically.

“No, no, I think they’re okay. If they were hurt they would’ve ran to us right away. I think the accident just scared them.” The Doctor said looking over the pieces. “What was this anyway?”

“It was a vase my mum bought me. I never really liked it but she insisted I have it to lighten up the room. But she doesn’t know that glass and Littles usually don’t mix.” She laughed.

“You’re right about that.” The Doctor stood up and looked to the stairs. “We better see if they’re alright.”

“Hold on just a minute their space boy,” she grabbed his arm. “We need to be on the same page with this. No good Papa, mean mama routine anymore.”

“Well, it was just a vase. One you didn’t even like that much.” He pointed out.

Donna rolled her eyes, “The vase doesn’t matter. What matters is they could’ve gotten serious hurt while we were gone. That’s what we need to focus on with them. Just, follow my lead with this and don’t be mister good guy.”

“I’m not always Mister good guy! I’m stern.”

Donna just riled her head and gave him a look, a look that said ‘you’re the biggest softie there is’. He sighed, “Alright.” He pocketed the drawing before following Donna upstairs.

~~~

And with that the two made their way up stairs. They immediately went into Y/N’s room, their door was wide open but they were missing from the room.

The Doctor Donna duo was about to leave when they heard soft sniffling and sobs from the closet. The Doctor’s hearts and Donna’s singular heart broke hearing the upset Little.

The Doctor carefully opened the closet door and couched down. There in the back of the closet clutching their stuffie sat Y/N, tears running down their face as they cowered away. “I’m sorry! I’m sowry!!”

“Awwww, Y/N it’s alright. Papa and Mama are not angry. Come here, we just want to make sure you’re not hurt.” The Doctor said holding a hand out for them.

But they didn’t move from their spot. They just shook their head, “ ‘m fine.” They said with a broken voice.

Donna took a seat on the ground next to the Doctor, “I know you’re fine darling but Mama is so worried about her little rose. Could you come out so I can make sure my rose isn’t missing a petal?”

The Doctor smiled at Donna, knowing she would only save such a nickname for someone as special as Y/N. Her soft and gentle voice started to relax Y/N a bit. They crawled out of their spot and over to Donna who held her arms out to them. Y/N was then wrapped into Donna arms, getting a big comforting hug from her.

“There we are. You’re okay my little rose. You’re okay.” She whispered as she rocked them back and forth in her arms. Y/N turned and buried their face against her shoulder.

Now, let’s have a look at your arms,” The Doctor leaned over and lifted their arm high up then back down. “Alright this one looks to be okay!”

“And now let’s look at the right arm,” the Doctor did the same thing, overly lifting their arm then bringing it back down. “Everything look alright with me Captain.” The Doctor winked to Donna.

“Thank you sergeant.” She winked back. “We can’t have our best soldier getting hurt now can we?” That brought a small smile to Y/N face.

“Now let’s check on Sir Teddy the Second. Would you mind lifting his left paw?” The Doctor asked.

Y/N had stopped crying, watching the two with amusement as they first examined them then Teddy, making sure they were both okay.

Once the two Caregivers had settled their Little down, it was time to ask the big questions. “What happened to you and Teddy? Why did you leave the living room?”

Y/N expression dropped hearing that they could maybe be in trouble again. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to!” They began panicking again.

The Doctor took their hand in his right away. “No, no, no, we’re not angry! We were so worried about you. We thought the worst that maybe you got hurt or cut by the glass.”

Donna wrapped an arm around them, “Darling you know I didn’t like the vase Nan got us. That’s not an excuse to break it, but the vase is not what matters. You’re what matters to me.”

The Doctor decided to help, “Was it to get this beautiful picture for me?” He held the picture in his arms.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah I wanted to give Papa the picture with the Tardis.” They leaned over and pointed on the Tardis under the umbrella. “See, we’re all at the beach and the tardis is resting under the umbrella.”

The Doctor chuckled, “That is hilarious. I could just picture the Tardis resting under an umbrella. It’s a beautiful picture!” He smiled at the picture. But his eyes soon caught Donna’s serious ones.

He cleared his throat and continued on, “But while it is a beautiful photo. It’s not something that should put you in danger.”

“It was at the top of the fridge! I wanted to get it before you came home. So I used Teddy to get it and….the vase fell.” They tried to explain.

“Yessss but you could’ve asked me to grab it before he saw it in the kitchen.” Donna reminded.

“Oh…yeah…” Wow, that all made sense.

The two Caregivers couldn’t help but laugh. “Listen, I think you learned your lesson. Just never do something dangerous like that again please. If you need help with something always ask Papa or me, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll never do it again.” They shook their head.

Donna and the Doctor smiled then placed a loving kiss to the top of their head. “Then all is forgive darling.”

The three stood up but immediately Y/N put their arms up and made grabby hands at the Doctor. His face lit up as he picked the Little up and into his arms.

“There we are. Now, let’s see the present Papa brought home for you!”

“Present?!” Y/N’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Straight from 45 BC Rome! You know I met Julius Caesar when I was there?”

“Reallly?! Wooooowwwww! Did you warn him he was about to get stabbed in the back?”

“What?! No! I couldn’t tell him that! It could change history as we know it!”

“That isn’t being a nice friend though.”

“Stabbing him in the back is not being a nice friend, I’m just protecting history.”

Donna couldn’t help but smirk at the two antics. Whether the Doctor liked it or not he was truly a softie when it came to his Little Y/N. But she wasn’t the stern one her mother expected her to be either.

Just like the vase she was breaking the model of what it meant to be a good parent or in this case a good Caregiver.

“I agree darling I don’t think the Doctor was being a good friend.”

The Doctor turned around shocked, “You two?! I can’t win can I?”

Y/N and Donna smiled, “Nope!” They both said together.

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🦊🔭Dr.Fox:

•She loves being Unikingdom’s resident scientist, but it’s always nice to take a break from all that science stuff to spend time with her friends.

•Is interested in the more challenging carnival games. You know, those games that really require you to use your noggin and think. She also likes the game where you have to guess an animal’s weight.

•To beat the classic carnival game known as “One Ball” (the game where milk bottles are stacked in a pyramid and you get one throw with a ball to try to knock them all down) she thinks about how redistributing an object’s mass can affect how well it balances.

•She uses her intelligent mind and basic knowledge to beat the games that are considered rigged.

🦅🕶Hawkodile:

•He came along because as Unikitty’s royal guard it’s important for him to be there in case anything were to happen. The carnival might be a fun and happy place, but you never know what dangers could possibly be lurking there.

•Unikitty and Puppycorn are having trouble winning at a game that really requires you to use your strength? Hawkodile to the rescue!

•He LOVES the rides that go really, REALLY, fast!

•Will run his own kissing booth to get the attention of a certain orange-haired scientist, only for her not to really notice him or the booth.

Richard:

•Wait, why is he here again? Oh yeah, The princess kept begging for him to join her and the others on their little outing to the fair, and being Unikitty’s royal advisor and caretaker, he had no other choice but to be apart of their carnival adventure.

•Looking more at the negative, he states how all the rides there are pretty much the same (them being completely circular) and that all the games are rigged because no one wants you to really win.

•He doesn’t really do much. He wishes Unikitty would have chosen a quieter place for them to have fun, like a library or museum.

•In the event that Unikitty is too short to ride a particular ride and requires an adult to ride with her, he is usually the first person she turns to.

Master Frown:

•Unikitty’s going to the fair? TIME TO RUIN HER DAY!

•He’s the one who’s been rigging all the games.

• Tries to turn the amusement park into a place where everyone is miserable 24/7, but fails to achieve that goal.

•Giving Unikitty an obsessive amount of attention, he tries multiple attempts to ruin her day or get her upset, but the things he does only backfire and make her even happier than before, peeving him off.

Brock:

• Hey, if Frown was going to the fair, he might as well go too, right? He had little to do in their apartment and the dishes and chores were already done, so why not?

•Since Frown was giving all his attention to Unikitty, he decided to fly solo for today.

•HE'S SO GONNA TRY ALL THE JUNK FOOD THAT THEY SERVE THERE.

•He spent a majority of his time in the theme park's arcade. Before leaving, he uses his tickets to buy an inflatable alien. He carries it around and talks to it.

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On the other hand… Sniff had finally settled down a little, and Grian didn’t have a clue where to find a dummy for his mouth. He almost drowned, you know. And from his point of view, he basically got abducted by aliens. A little thumb-sucking would probably be okay. Joe poked in his head then and, with Grian’s permission by proxy, snipped off a lock of the baby’s hair. It looked pretty pale, the color of pancake batter, though the hair around his ears suggested it might darken with age. Sniff started. Joe gave his head a soft stroke and addressed the baby, not Grian, with his next words: “I’ll ask around the human towns. I might be able to dig up information on your parents. Your dad sounds like a nasty guy, but if I find your other parent, I’ll let you know. Okay?” Sniff sucked his thumb, mute as a snail.

In which Grian and Joel, having saved a newborn sniffer hybrid from drowning, go through the basic motions of "What comes next?" - Like childproofing the floating foster home.

Character and lore study for an urban fantasy "Hermits avoiding humans" mob hybrid AU

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SnifferMyFeet was not an accident, though Joel and Grian swore they’d never tell him that. “We think your parents lost you in a storm; we never found them,” sang sweeter than “Your mother’s out of the picture and we watched your father throw you in a river when you were three weeks old.”

Or maybe Sniff had two fathers. We shouldn’t assume; the hate crime could be diverse. They hadn’t asked for details while struggling to rescue the burlap sack from snot-thick water, but the anti-hybrid slurs the human on shore spluttered out painted a nasty picture as it was. Joel tried to bite him. That probably didn’t help The Hybrid Agenda, but Grian would’ve bit him too if he hadn’t been coughing up sluggish brown water and bits of sand and kelp.

So, you know… SnifferMyFeet joined the party. Xisuma sighed when Grian brought the baby in. Less about the paperwork and more about the general cruelty of the world (One would hope). He pulled his gloves higher on each hand, so you knew red tape was about to hit the table. And it did. Xisuma better aligned his helmet, then dragged a wobbly chair to his too-tall desk.

“Right. So… Were you followed?”

“No,” Grian murmured. “We cut through Joel’s dad’s territory.” Across the creek, around the brambles, and straight through the ambiguous flats that everyone claimed housed a skunk mating ground, but Grian swore stunk like sulfur. Then past Doc’s perimeter and you take a wander through Scarland, which is hands-down a must-see on any escape from a human encounter. Don’t put children down for a sec to look at stuffed Jellie cats. You will either lose them or bury them alive.

“And where is Joel now?”

“Warm shower. Slowly, I hope. He was in that ice water for a while.” And it always clung so heavy in his fur. Once, on a wild stunt Grian would rather forget about, he and Joel spent two weeks together living with the wolf pack where Joel had been born. No father to speak of (I mean, obviously), though Joel always claimed the alpha male treated him like a son.

Anyway, winter blew fiercer winds than either of them expected. Joel slipped on the ice. It cracked beneath his butt and dumped him in the lake. Grian spent a whole weekend bringing back his health while Joel lit TNT in place of campfires and felt real sorry for himself. Well, he was Joel, so it was probably a #No Regrets sort of thing, but… still. You should’ve seen his gray-brown fur soaking wet all down his arms and legs. His tail could’ve been a sewn-on sock and he wouldn’t’ve been the wiser.

“Ah.”

“Ick-‘suma, it’s a hybrid. The dad—The parents—I mean… We didn’t see the mum.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“Oh. Yeah. He shot me. Joel too. Joel a lot.” Red dots stained the red and yellow leaves.

Sniff’s huffs turned to whines. Grian stood, holding the baby to his chest so the legs dangled down, and bounced on his toes. He used to do this with Junior. It sometimes helped. He spun a circle and murmured poems and lyrics and little things. And Joe Hills, sitting backwards on a chair, commented lightly that the humans were getting bolder; Sniff’s debut wasn’t the first time they’d been spotted at the river. The Hermits might have to move again.

“Good,” Grian muttered back, cradling the straining infant to his chest. He’d have to ask around in case anyone had a baby sling. Zedaph sometimes used them to carry mobs around, especially while delivering them by air. Grian shifted his arms to adjust the weight distribution, but the baby didn’t really get that Grian couldn’t suckle, so that was a whole thing. Hm. NPC never pestered him for milk. Ariana and Victor did, though.

Anyway, “I don’t want to live near humans if they can’t sort their issues out. Right… I’m taking a break. This little guy needs me more than anyone. Come get me when the season turns.”

“Are you sure?” Xisuma asked him softly. “I’m just worried about you getting burned out. You’re already raising 6.”

“Right. Who better to take him in than me?”

Through the tint of Xisuma’s helmet visor, Grian caught a flicker of eyelashes slipping shut. One finger tapped his table. Twice. Just twice. He asked Joe to step out for a minute. The eternally ambiguous hybrid bowed with a flourish and vanished through the door like a ghost. Grian felt his feathers puff. Water dribbled through the vanes. But he stayed very still, clutching the baby sniffer hybrid, as Xisuma turned back to him.

“Grian, I’m asking as your pack leader, really for the paperwork, but you don’t have to tell me unless you’re comfortable. Are you seeing anyone right now?”

Empty faces with dark eyes and gaping mouths floated through his vision. Grian’s fingers twitched. “Anyone in the commune, you mean.”

“I didn’t say that.” Gentle. Paper-thin. Grian’s eyes blurred, but he grit his teeth and shifted his weight forward in his chair. His talons snagged against the carpet. Right, and the baby started in his lap. Grian, because he was good at what he did, shushed him with a few soothing pats to the head. Sniff yawned and stretched before curling in his arms.

“I have a mate.” This was unprovable fact to most the Hermits (in the ways that they thought mattered). Just… just… Look. He kept that information private, and that was the the end of this conversation. Xisuma nodded like a panther’s pawsteps, resting two fingers against his nose.

“7 kids is a lot, even for two or three adults.”

Grian’s feathers fluffed up again. “‘ey, listen; I know what you’re getting at. Mumbo and I aren’t dating, but he’s just as committed to Ariana, Grum, and Junior as I am. We’re ‘ride or die.’”

And for the baby’s sake as it fussed against the folds in his soggy jumper, he lowered his voice:

“I’m too much ‘a monster’ to live with humans. I’ll never get to study in their schools or go to conferences or publish my research, right? I do one thing in this world, Ex-ee-zuma: I’m the dad who steps up. I can do this. Parrots form flocks. I’m good at this.”

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Binge watched Peacemaker so here’s some quick Vigilante prompts! Special thanks to my bestie @tinalbion for putting up with my brain rot and spam messaging. (You’re the one who told me to watch this show, so this is your fault! 🫵😂) Please tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 💙

1. You’re a butterfly who just so happened to take over the body of someone close to Vigilante’s age. You just did what you had to do to survive. It’s like a Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides situation where you’re like Murn, you dissented because you don’t believe your kind have the right to impose their will on the humans like some sort of bug overlords and you just wanna protect the world. You’re one of the only true “good ones” out of your entire species and, in a twist, maybe prefer Earth over your home planet. Maybe you got here a long time before they even decided to look for other means of existing or you were sent out as a scout to well…scout the planet for its conditions and level of compatibility. And you were able to blend into human living for longer, so it’s easier for you to adapt into your own personality. But with the way Adrian is with emotions and such, he doesn't find it weird that you’re not as “human” as other people. He just thinks your oddities are fun quirks. But then whoops you fall in love with Adrian and he falls in love with you. How could he not? You’re beautiful and sweet but also badass when you need to be and you and he have lots of things in common. What if, even after the cow is killed, you miraculously find an alternative food source that can sustain you, so you won’t die within the week after all and you and Adrian can stay together.

“I’m so relieved it can’t be passed sexually. Not that I’m comparing you to an an STD. I love you.” since Chris hooked up with a butterfly and had those fears of her leaving monster STDs on his dick, that being a Butterfly was a venereal disease of some type, that he was going to become one, like a dick vampire. Or he'd really freak about it going up his butt, since Economos made that presentation.

“My girlfriend’s an alien but it’s fine we’re fine it’s cool.”

2. You and Adrian are in the car together with Adrian driving and he may or may not know you’re a butterfly. A butterfly splats against the windshield, clinging and still alive. Adrian, not thinking much about it, says, “Ew.” And turns on his water and windshield wipers to wipe the butterfly away, effectively killing it. He goes back to vibing and singing along to the radio until he looks over at you in the passenger seat and sees your horrified expression. Either he doesn’t know and assumes you just care a lot about animals (he’s never seen you eat meat. Come to think of it, he’s never seen you eat, period but he’s just shrugged that off, guessing maybe you’re just uncomfortable eating in front of people.) Or he knows and is so oblivious to it like,

"Babe, what’s wrong? Are you feeling carsick or— Oh. Ohhhh. Oh no, I totally spaced. Since you’re…y’know…in a human body, I kinda…forgot. Oh shit, that was offensive wasn't it...? Did you know them, like were they your friend or sibling or parent or ex??”

“I just witnessed my boyfriend kill one of my kind but it’s fine, it’s fine, we’re fine.”

3. You and Adrian were dating and you die somehow so they let a butterfly take over your body because it’s like a The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals situation. Better to have some semblance of you with your human memories than nothing at all. Maybe Adrian is taken over by a butterfly too and the butterflies that take your bodies just so happened to be lovers or “mates”. So while you’ve both changed, you and Adrian are still happy and in love in the end, in a way, since the butterflies possess your human memories while in your bodies.

For a slightly happier version, what if it’s just a close call situation and instead of killing you and taking over your brain completely, since it said the butterflies give human hosts super strength among other things, a butterfly is inserted to heal you and it’s more like having another voice in your head like a mental roommate for a few days or weeks and you have a weird craving for honey/the amber fluid but then once you’re recovered, they leave your body without a fight to find another host that was promised and lined up for them. Maybe someone who was dying anyway, so they’re okay with it.

4. Your mother is the legendary Mothra and/or your father is Drury Walker aka Killer Moth. Killer Moth is primarily a scientist who specializes in genetics and bio-engineering and is capable of breeding, cloning, and modifying insects to his liking. He may have moth-like talents as a consequence of an experiment he did on himself, such as boosted strength, wall-clinging ability, and winged flying. Killer Moth is also a competent hand-to-hand fighter, and he occasionally employs a plasma whip as a weapon and control device for his creatures rather than a cocoon cannon.

“What? No, I’m not a butterfly. I’m a moth. We’re totally different species. Unlike butterflies, we can survive on your food. All of Dad’s experiments to create an army of killer moths failed and all the moths died, except for, well, Larva M-319, or Silkie. He turned into his full moth form temporarily, but then he…exploded…and reverted back to his caterpillar form. It was his way of molting. He’s so cute, though! He’s staying with the Teen Titans. Starfire adopted him. I’ll take you to visit sometime.”

“Okaaaay. But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“if you’re a moth, how are you able to take human form like the Butterflies? Did you kill someone and take their body? Aren’t you an experiment too?”

“Oh. Oh, no, I’m not an experiment. I was born naturally with this ability. I came out human but didn’t come into full control of my powers until much later. I don’t know for sure, but my theory is that I still inherited genetics from Dad’s human side. Dad was human before he became Killer Moth, so… My half-sister, Dad calls her Kitten, she doesn’t have any moth qualities at all. She’s fully human, totally ordinary and a total pain in the ass. I’m not close to her at all. I think she’s always been jealous of me for my moth powers. She doesn’t have superhuman strength, stamina, durability, speed, agility, reflexes, flight, razor-sharp antennae and claws, or Toxikinesis like I do. I don’t even have her number in my phone. I love my dad, despite his…flaws, but because of him and his pushover parenting style, she’s spoiled rotten and insufferable.”

5. The laundromat scene from Dr. Horrible but it’s you and Adrian. Adrian has a huge crush on you and, to get to know you, he keeps making excuses to spend time with you like you’re at the laundromat and he’s like,

“Whoa, that’s weird. I asked for one frozen yogurt and they gave me two. You don’t happen to like frozen yogurt, do you?”

“I love it.”

“What a crazy random happenstance!”

And you’re sitting cross-legged on top of the washing machines eating your frozen yogurt together and bonding and he accidentally lets something slip about his work and, to protect his secret identity/double life as Vigilante, he has to cover with a lame excuse.

“I just, you know, REALLY think I'm qualified for this, this job and I just can't get my foot in the door.”

“I'm sure you will.”

“I wanna do great things, you know? I wanna be an achiever. Like Deadpool…”

“The former Special Forces Operative turned mercenary?”

“…I meant Franklin Delano Roosevelt.”

“Well, I've gotten turned down from plenty of jobs. Even fired a few times.”

“I can't imagine anyone firing you.”

“Neither could I. Now I can visualize it really well. But, you know…everything happens.”

“Don't say ‘for a reason’.”

“No, I'm just saying that everything happens.”

“Not to me.”

6. You’re Clark Kent’s twin sister and the last daughter of Krypton. While Clark works at the Daily Planet as a journalist/reporter, you’re working as a waitress/bartender at Fennel Fields as your cover. When you and Adrian are closing up together you turn on the jukebox and dance to the music while cleaning up. Makes wiping down tables, mopping floors, and stacking chairs much more fun. Adrian thinks it’s cute and sometimes even joins you. Sometimes you mysteriously disappear from your shifts for like fifteen minutes because your brother needs you for superhero stuff so you escape out the back door. Quick in and out since you can quick change into your costume and fly faster than the speed of light. You use your heat vision to warm up coffees or pastries when nobody’s looking so it’s like you never left.

“How did you get those trays out so fast?”

“Oh, uh, muscle memory and years of practice?”

Adrian is a darling who covers for you whenever you have to duck out for a bit because he like likes you and “family emergency” is enough for him at first. You go by the human first name your adoptive parents Martha and Jonathan gave you, but maybe you don’t go by Kent, to make who you really are less obvious. He doesn’t suspect anything until later. Why he gets suspicious is up to you. Sometimes you work the bar and have to ward off creepy, pervy guys.

“What can I get for you?”

“I was hoping you could recommend something better than what we’ve been drinking.”

“Well, for the discerning out-of-towner like yourself, I recommend…(alcoholic drink of your choice). You can really taste the extra ten cents.”

“Yes, by all means, two please. So…will you take your top off for me?”

“What?”

“Take your top off for me like wild college girls. Just a quick look. No one’s watching. Just take it off for me.”

You spray the perverts with the handheld water hose, absolutely soaking them, which causes your coworkers to come over and kick them out. Instead of water, you wish you could use your heat vision on them. Adrian is making mental notes to kill them later or at least seriously fuck them up.

“You know what? When I got this job, I signed up to serve coffee and cold, shitty pastries. If I wanted to be in the Justice League, I’d be in the damn Justice League! Yeah. That’s right, Adrian. I helped my twin brother and his friends save the world from a New God called Darkseid and I fucking killed it! We cut off Steppenwolf’s head and threw it back into the portal before it closed and the Mother Boxes were destroyed. But now, I’m just trying to make ends meet while I work my way through Community College and I can do that just as easily, down the street at Starbucks! I quit!”

“You can’t quit!”

“Yeah, I sure as hell can. Clearly if you don’t want me around you… Why else would you be acting so differently around me?”

“But I don’t want you to quit! I mean…”

Adrian being a total nerd tries to gift you a ring made of actual Kryptonite (how he got his hands on that and got someone to make it into a ring, who knows) but he doesn’t know you’re Superman’s sister and you need to figure out a way to not accept or wear the ring without hurting his feelings (he doesn’t have emotions like people do, but he still has them) and/or revealing your secret identity.

“I’m highly allergic to uhhh…the color green?”

Your disguise is also like glasses and nerdy and shy so you’re a lot like Adrian but then you’re super hot as your supergirl/superwoman persona and he doesn’t realize it’s you but when he does somehow find out your secret he’s like,

“Wait, oh my god, I’m dating a baddie??”

“I’m a superhero, not a bad guy or villain.”

“No, I mean like in the Instagram model hot babe way. I don’t know, I don’t have Instagram, I’m just saying you’re hot both in superhero and civilian form.”

“Oh, uh…thanks? I don’t have Instagram either. I’m chronically offline, I guess. Too busy with…superhero stuff.”

“Yeah, same…”

Classic Star Wars misunderstanding where Adrian thinks you and Clark/Kal-El are dating or in an intimate relationship because he’s seen Clark pick you up from work, wrap his arm around your shoulders (but he doesn’t see the part where he does it to put you in a headlock so he can give you a noogie or do other twin brother things to annoy you), or you just spend a lot of time with him because duh you’re in the Justice League or working alongside him part-time.

Or maybe when the Justice League brought him back from the dead, you were called and had to ditch Adrian in the middle of a date. You made an excuse, but he thought it was because you didn’t like him or how the date was going. But turns out it was because Clark didn’t know who he was and was going berserk, using his heat vision and other powers to destroy police cars and fight the Justice League, not recognizing them as his friends. He only snapped out of it when you came on the scene and called him by his human name. You didn’t have time to change into your costume, so you had to approach him on foot and in human clothes. You couldn’t use your powers while you were dressed as a civilian, but he still recognized you. However, from Adrian’s perspective, (whether he saw it on the tv or in person), when Kal-El hugged you and buried his face in your hair, it looked romantic. All he saw was Superman and you wrapping your arms around each other and Superman shooting up into the air, taking you away. When you come back after Steppenwolf is defeated, you have to explain the situation.

“I'm sure Kal-El wasn't on that thing when it blew.”

“He wasn't. I can feel it.”

“You love him, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“All right. I understand. Fine. When he comes back, I won't get in the way.”

“Oh. It's not like that at all. He's my brother.” While Adrian’s brain is too busy processing this information, you kiss him.

“Damn, babe, if only we had gotten together sooner. We could’ve really used you during Project Butterfly when we took out the Cow. You would’ve been so OP you would’ve destroyed those butterflies in milliseconds with your flight and heat vision. And your impenetrability? Those bullets would’ve bounced right off you!”

You’re Kal-El’s twin sister and have adopted a dog (whatever breed you choose) that’s superpowered due to the Butterfly in its head. Once your twin brother discovers you have a Butterfly as a pet dog, he tries to give you shit about it and tell you to “get rid of it”, which you know means he wants you to kill it. But you point out that he has Krypto and he’s being a hypocrite.

“You wanna disapprove of my choice in a pet dog? What about Krypto? He’s literally a super dog too! With heat vision, flight, super strength, and speed! I love Krypto, he’s a very good boy, but so is my dog! They’re the same!”

“They’re not the same! They’re very different! Krypto didn’t horrifically murder hundreds of people and take over their bodies to try to enforce their will on the human race!”

“And neither did the Butterfly that’s in this dog! He/She was a dissenter! You’re gonna blame the actions of others on him/her? He’s/she’s a good Butterfly! I promise! He/She has used those colorful push to talk buttons or ‘one tap for yes, two taps for no’ to communicate with me, and he/she has no intent to hurt me or take over my body. I feed him/her this honey-like stuff and we go on walks and he/she cuddles with me on the couch or in bed and plays with dog toys like any other normal dog!

“Dad said we were put on Earth for a reason, and that reason was to protect humanity! How is keeping that thing helping to protect them?”

“We are protecting the humans! We killed the Cow and stopped the invasion, which you and your friends were too late for to help, by the way! And newsflash, we’re all aliens from outer space, Kal-El! You, me, your dog, my dog! Need I remind you that it was me who dogsat Krypto and handled all the “watch over and protect the world” stuff while you were dead? Trust me, I know what I’m doing. Before the Cow was killed, I swiped more than enough jars of this amber fluid from the processing plant to sustain him/her for many years to come.”

Bonus if you try to get your boyfriend, Adrian, to back you up.

“What about a Chihuahua?”

“Too small, probably wouldn’t fit.”

“Would be cool, though.”

“That wouldn’t be cool at all. Why would that be cool?” Kal-El asks.

“You tell me.”

“It wouldn’t be.”

“There’s your answer.”

Well, he tried. He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. You’re still not killing or giving up your dog. The “I was born first so you have to listen to me,” excuse Clark loved to use when you were growing up in Kansas with your adoptive parents won’t work this time.

7. You’re Adrian’s best friend and he has a crush on you but you’re oblivious or he keeps it to himself because he doesn’t wanna risk ruining your friendship but then you tell him you got a date or two lined up with Aquaman, Superman, etc. and he tries to subtly discourage you from going on that date/those dates.

“What’s so wrong about Aquaman, hmm? He brings fish to people when they’re hungry and helps protect the sea from pollution and other environmental damage caused by humans. He’s saved so many sea turtles from choking on those plastic ring soda can things.”

“He fucked a fish!”

“He did not fuck a fish!”

“He wanted to fuck a fish!”

“He’s handsome, and an excellent swimmer…”

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“What’s your problem with Superman?”

“He’s an alien!”

“Don’t be racist or xenophobic, Adrian.”

“A literal alien from outer space. And! And! He’s the Man of Steel!”

“Yes… impenetrability is one of his superpowers, hence the nickname. So?”

“So?? Haven’t you thought about why he really earned that nickname? He’d break your hand if you tried to punch him, sure, but he really got that nickname because every woman he’s ever slept with has ended up in a wheelchair for weeks after the deed.”

“Oh, come on. That’s bullshit.”

“Nuh uh! I read it! It’s true! It says that once you go Kryptonian, you’re gonna need a wheelchair.”

“From where? A fanfiction site? Kal-El is smart, handsome, and…”

Adrian wants to scream. Either you go on your dates with Justice League men and he tries (and probably fails) to sabotage them, and/or something drives him to finally confess. Or the Justice league men are in on it and it’s a ploy, all part of your plan to push Adrian to fess up already.

Or for something similar that’s funny, Adrian is your current boyfriend and somehow finds out that before you were dating, you, Superman, and Aquaman had a threesome. Or many threesomes, if you did it more than once.

“We’re just good friends now. Ok, yeah, I’ll admit that in the past, we were Friends With Benefits and hooked up a few times. So? You’ve had threesomes too, Adrian. I know about you, Peacemaker, and that Amber girl. Wasn’t she married? And I know that wasn’t the first threesome you’ve had.”

“Superman, I can understand…if you’re into men who would absolutely shatter your pelvis. And Aquaman? You really fucked the fish fucker?”

“Oh my god, Kal-El did not shatter my pelvis and Arthur did not fuck a fish! Where do you hear these rumors?”

“Google.”

“Well, what you read on the internet isn’t true. Anyway, it was years ago. It shouldn’t matter anymore. We’re all in committed relationships with other people now.”

“Did they give you any weird sexually transmitted alien or fish diseases like in the sci-fi movies?”

“Oh my god. No, they were both clean. Can we change the subject and focus on the task at hand?”

8. After Adrian accidentally blows himself up with a grenade and destroys his suit to the point of no salvation, he goes to you to task you with making him a new one. You designed and made him his Vigilante suit, so he knows he can go to you to patch it up or make him another one. It’s either platonic where you’re his sister or romantic where you’re his girlfriend. Up to you.

“I just need a patch job.”

“Hmm. This is megamesh. Outmoded, but very sturdy. And you’ve torn right through it! What have you been doing, Adrian? Moonlighting hero work?”

“Must have happened a long time ago.”

“I see. This is a hobo suit. You can’t be seen in this! I won’t allow it! Five years ago, maybe, but now?”

“What do you mean? You designed it.”

“I never look back. It distracts from the now. You need a new suit. That much is certain.”

“A new suit? Where the heck am I gonna get a new suit?”

“You can't! It’s impossible! I’m far too busy. So ask me now, before I again become sane.”

“Wait....you want to make me...a suit?”

“You push too hard, Adrian! But I accept. It will be bold. Dramatic!”

“Yeah.”

“Heroic!”

“Yeah, something classic, like Superman! Or Batman! Oh! They have great looks! Oh, the cape and the boots-“

“No capes!” You throw a paper ball at him.

“Isn’t that my decision?”

“NO CAPES! They’re tacky and impractical. Now, go on. Your new suit will be finished before your next assignment.”

“I only need a patch job. For sentimental reasons.”

You sigh. “Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit.”

“You’re the best of the best.”

“Yes, I know, Adrian. I know.”

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“This project has completely confiscated my life, V. Consumed me as only hero work can. My best work, I must admit. Simple, elegant, yet bold. You will die.”

“I just...”

“I did your suit, and it turned out so beautiful. I cut it a little roomy for the free movement without creating gaps in the armor or weak points where the cloth is. The fabric is comfortable for sensitive skin and can also withstand a temperature of over 1000 degrees. Completely bulletproof. And machine washable, V. That’s a new feature.”

“What on earth do you think I will be doing?!”

“Well, I’m sure I don’t know, Adrian. Luck favors the prepared. I didn’t know your powers, so I covered the basics.”

“I don’t have any powers.”

“No? Well, you’ll look fabulous anyway. Your suit I also designed to withstand enormous friction without heating up or wearing out. A useful feature. Virtually indestructible...yet it breathes like Egyptian cotton. As an extra feature, the suit contains a homing device, giving me the precise global location of the wearer at the touch of a button. Well, V? What do you think?”

9. You’re either Adrian’s girlfriend or sister (romantic or platonic, up to you) and he’s being very stubborn and constantly leaving his hospital room/bed against medical advice because he’s more worried about you than himself so he wants to sit at your bedside until you get discharged, even if you’re asleep most of the time. Or after Adrian escapes from the hospital after getting shot, he goes directly to your place and you’re like,

“So instead of leaving or getting discharged from the hospital like a normal person, you took out your IVs and went out through the window, either ran or hot wired a car to come all the way here, without changing out of your hospital gown?”

“The bullet has been removed and I’m all stitched up, so it’s fine. I’m fine. Do you have spare clothes for me?”

“Yeah, I have a box of your clothes that you left. Gimme a sec and I’ll grab them. But you still have a lot of explaining to do.”

10. You’re Chris’ baby sister (you were an accident) and you were a literal baby when Keith died and so you were taken away from your dad since he was deemed unsuitable or Chris, fearing for your safety, took you away and left you on the doorstep of a foster care or something, so you’d be given to another, hopefully better family. Your father was and still is a piece of shit who couldn’t care less that you were gone. If anything, he was relieved to be free of the burden of having to deal with you. You’re given a new name and everything. You don’t remember your biological family. When Chris grows up he tries to find you but can’t and then he gets put in jail for four years. But then when he has to work for the 11th street kids gang on Project Butterfly they’re able to use their resources to find you and turns out you’re kinda coincidentally dating Adrian who you may or may not know is Vigilante.

11. You tend to be clumsy and reflexively say, “Fuck me!” whenever anything even minorly inconvenient happens like you accidentally cut yourself while using a knife, trip over something, bang your knee or elbow against something, accidentally knock something over, stun your toe, etc. but Adrian, your boyfriend, doesn’t quite understand that it’s an expression or figure of speech so he’s just like,

“Now? I mean… I’m down if you really want to, but we’re at work/in the middle of a mission. Shouldn’t we take care of that first? Unless you want a quickie, then I can…”

“Adrian, what are you— Oh. Oh! That wasn’t an invitation for sex, I just did something stupid and it hurt.”

“Oh… Oh yeah, that makes sense, no, yeah, that’s cool, that’s cool.… Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No, it’s not that serious. Just a bruise or flesh wound. An ice pack or band aid will do, if I even need that. But I mean, since you asked…maybe later? Once we get home? If both of us still have enough energy by then.”

“Sure. Yeah, no, I mean…”

What if during the mission you go on together, Adrian is finally able to fulfill his dream of killing someone with a chainsaw and he’s so elated and pumped up on adrenaline that the two of you have sex to celebrate the success of the mission and that Adrian finally got to kill someone with a chainsaw?

12. You’re an Amazon (whether you’re Diana’s actual biological sister or not is up to you), but despite your proficiency in every single other category when it comes to fighting with swords, shields, hand-to-hand, rope, etc., you could never master how to shoot a fucking arrow from a damn crossbow. You’ve practiced for years and years but, to your shame and embarrassment, always kept missing your target. You don’t know what you’re doing wrong. You’d blame it on the wind at first, but it has to be something wrong with you. Well, to fulfill one Amazonian tradition, whether or not you’re a Princess, you must learn to shoot a flaming arrow through a ceremonial ring, which will happen on the eve of your sister’s coronation (or some other big and important event, like the Amazon Games). It's symbolic for lighting an eternal flame. Either Diana is going to do it with you, but she doesn’t have to practice because she’s already perfect, or you have to do it for some reason even though you’re younger than her. You’re dreading what you imagine will be your impending failure and public humiliation, until Adrian surprises you with appliances he’s saved and set up in the backyard. He teaches you how to shoot a crossbow and it’s like that scene from Princess Diaries 2.

“That's enough flaming ones for now. Are you sure I didn't burn you?”

“Of course you did. Look at his coat.”

“No, no, it's very minor. You just sort of seared the sleeve. Look.”

“Sorry.”

“Ready?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Take your stance.”

“Ok.”

He puts his hand on your shoulder to adjust you. “Elbow down. Just a bit. Use your mouth as an anchor.”

“Excuse me?”

“Touch your mouth. Good. Relax this hand. And breathe in. Release.”

You hit your target. Bullseye.

“Oh.” Did you really do that? It’s hard to believe.

“How did that feel?”

“Wonderful. Wonderful.”

You’d kiss him right then if you didn’t have witnesses.

[dairy-farmer]

what do you think about clarktim? tim cheating on conner with his daddy for example or tim cheating on bruce with his own best friend… after sleeping with tim once when he was just a child, clark can never resist tim’s little cunnie. the size difference between clark’s 12 inch kryptonian cock vs tim’s extremely underaged pussy drives him crazy… i love tim getting groomed 💙

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!! clarktim is so good!!!! i've only vaguely written about it once in a fic and a little bit here on tumblr but it is soo good!!!!!1 i love the idea of clark having fucked tim when he was a kid. he was freshly robin and trying to prove to bruce he could trust him!! somehow "alien tech" ends up in gotham and superman is also tracing it and he's recently had a fight with bruce and he's not looking for another argument so he's being discrete and well technically the shipment was just outside gotham borders in a warehouse so it's not really batman's jurisdiction- but that warehouse is where tim also ends up. the two of them after spotting each other and doing the whole 'mouths "what are you doing here?" from across the room' find out its not alien tech that was being bought and sold. it was alien drugs. aphrodisiacs. they end up getting drugged while investigating the hidden storage cache containing it and its like ivy's pollen but dialed up to a million and capable of affecting even superman.

the two of them recall the night with startling clarity despite the haziness of what happened. clark especially recalls it, as much as he tries to shove the thoughts and memories away. he can remember his monstrous cock resting on tim's abdomen reaching all the way to a little above his belly button and staring down at tim as his little hands jacked him off, getting him to hardness while clark's fingers fucked and spread apart into a 'V' in tim's little hole. the opening was barely the size of a quarter. it must've been the drugs because tim was so wet he coated clarks entire hand in wetness. the drugs also must've had some muscle relaxant and numbing effect because clark was able to sink in the head of his cock with barely a sound from tim who arched up his naked chest to clark who scattered kisses all across his little breasts, gently sucking on a pink little nipple as he rocked his cock in deeper and deeper into a hot, tight little hole. clark was just too big for tim, if he tried bottoming out he might actually kill him so he contents himself with the sight of being able to fuck a third of his cock in before it got to be too much and tim's forehead cutely scrunched up.

tim's sweet pink mouth fell open and he gasped at each press in of clark's cock, the spongey head kissed the opening to tim's womb. clark groaned at the sight, using his x-ray vision to look down at where he was fucking tim's pretty baby cunt. clark moaned as he watched the fat head of his cock drooling white precum and smeared it against the hot pink of tim's cervix. the lips of tim's cunt were a distressed red flush, a result from the painful stretch of clark's girth and the burning friction of every harsh thrust into him. tim's hands were spread helplessly at his side, his head rolling back and forth as his sweet mouth let out the prettiest sounds at clark fucking him.

the memories of what occurred in that warehouse haunt clark for years to come.

they never tell anyone.

clark out of shame and tim out of the desire for bruce to not know how badly he'd screwed up. sometimes clark will wake up from a dream and be hard and he'll do his best to imagine anyone but tim. his wife, a model he had a crush on as a teenager, old classmates, other capes.

but in the end all he can think about is pulling tim's green robin leggings off and being greeted by a little pink naked pussy that he promptly leaves gaping open and dripping with his heavy, white cum.

when they both came back to their senses on that concrete floor clark immediatly broke into near tears with how hard he started breathing and apologizing and self-flagellating. tim assured him it was alright. he said it hadn't been clark's fault. but clark hadn't believed him. he'd wanted to take responsibility, make up for it.

and tim had gotten this...this odd look in his eye that reminded clark uncomfortably of the look on bruce's face when something went right according to plan. somehow...tim made him promise to not tell batman, he told clark that batman could never know how badly tim screwed up.

maybe it was the drugs still in his system but clark agreed and shakily helped them both clean up and get dressed.

clark flew tim to gotham and dropped him off behind a convenience store where clark bought him a chocolate bar, a soda, and... a morning-after pill on tim's insistence. only that when clark gets up to the register to pay he doesn't have enough money. thankfully tim lent him the remaining amount.

clark felt like the ground could swallow him up with the shame he felt standing in line as tim put down a handfull of twenties but its the shame that stops the indignance from bleeding through when he realized the cashier wasn't even blinking at clark, a grown man, buying a morning after pill for tim, who was clearly a child.

gotham was a horrifying place.

tim swears him to secrecy in that parking lot and clark, in his shame, swears to never tell, believing he's doing the right thing.

but a few years later and clark still never forgets. neither does tim. maybe that's how they wind up fucking everytime they cross paths.

in the watchtower when batman brings him or when red robin is meant to lend a hand they inevitably seek each other out like two homing missiles. clark has superspeed and superhearing and its not hard for him to find them somewhere private both on the watchtower or off. even when tim and superboy, clark's pseudo son begin dating it continues.

bruce has made his displeasure at his son and clark's "son's" relationship known many times and clark is certain he would be even more displeased to know what clark was doing. so he stays quiet about regularly fucking tim's little pussy and asking him if his cock feels as good as conner's.

clark keeps quiet because he never loses the shame he feels at his and tim's affair. he's friends with tim's father, he's conner's father-

if ma or pa ever knew they'd be so disappointed. dick, bruce, and so many others would be so disappointed and conner- he'd be so hurt to know clark was fucking the boyfriend he loved so much, the one he talked to clark about marrying, about having a baby with.

it would ruin too much. destroy too much.

so clark, like the first time it happened in that remote warehouse, says nothing.

[cookieswithay]

🥺"Open your eyes."💙 Leo x reader (genderless)

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• Chaos reigned around you. Gross, squishy, chaos. A frickin' Krang train was attacking. And your leg was stuck in the train tracks underneath some rubble. You were feeling so many things all in on instant. Scared for everyone's safety. (Even Casey's! And you don't even know him that well.) Sad that you can't help due to your trapped limb. And the emotion burning your heart the most, is anger. You're angry the Kranng's here, angry that Raph's been kidnapped, angry that you can't back up Donnie and Mikey. But, mostly your angry at Leo.

• He's not listening at all! You get that this is stressful, Raph was literally stolen before his eyes and the world could be conquered by jerky aliens. But...but, that's not a good enough excuse to shut off and blindly charge through. There are lives at stake, a real, thought through plan is needed. More rubble and Krang chunks fell over you. A loud crunch was heard, followed with Leo calling his brothers names. You looked up.

• "Oh no, Donnie,"

• Mikey said, his eyes wide.

• "Your soft shell, you're exposed."

• Indeed. Donnie's vulnerable shell was exposed to the elements. The two took off to the tank, but you couldn't see if they got in or not. It was too many limbs and debris everywhere.

• You took a deep breath and tried to pull your leg out, but it wouldn't budge. You groaned and kept trying.

• "Dangit..."

• You growled. This situation is edging on hopeless! Suddenly, your heart began to be faster and a mucky feeling entered your stomach. You looked down at your hands, but your vision was hazy. No! This was a terrible time for a panic attack! But, the more you tried snap out of it, the more suffocated you felt. You gasped and clenched your hair.

• Were...

• Were you gonna die..?

• From a stupid panic attack-!

• Suddenly, a horn was heard. You looked up. The train was after you now. Your heart dropped.

• This was really it.

• Tears fell from your cheeks and you shut your eyes, bracing for your demise. A wet splat was suddenly heard, followed by pained wails from the Krang abomination. (And slimy liquid splashed your arms. You're hoping it's not it's blood) You were pulled out of the tracks and was pressed against a familiar plastron. Leo. If this was any other time, you'd be over the moon. But, this was no time for butterflies. The cut limb(?) did not stop the train, it only enraged it further.

• Before you could even process you were awake, you were in motion. Leo was running fast. The train was hot on his heels. You shook off a bit of the nausea and disorientation and peeked over his shoulder. You saw Casey, but not Mikey and Donnie. Your stomach turned. You know in your heart they'll alive, but...

• Where are they now?

• Did they make it to the tank or...

• Leo came to an abrupt stop and heard the snarling of the possessed vehicle. Your nails sunk into his shoulders and your breath grew short. You wouldn't want to see your own death coming, but the anticipation felt horrible.

• Your heartbeat rang in your ears and you couldn't get enough air. You guys were really gonna kick the bucket. And you all couldn't even save Raph, let alone the world...

• Suddenly, your stomach went into your throat and your eyes snapped open. You guys were falling...

• Your eyes opened slowly and you looked around. Rubble was everywhere. But, it didn't look like the subways before.

• ...

• Where were you?

• You coughed a few times and (sort of) stood up. Your head ached a ton, but you brushed it off as standing up too fast. You didn't wanna think about the huge possibility that your head was bleeding from the fall. You leaned on the wall and attempted to get your bearings again. But, that was proving to be pretty difficult. A few more coughs left your mouth.

• Geez...You pulled out your phone and sent a 'everyone ok?' text to the group chat. You would've called, but the service down here is terrible. A pain shot up your leg and you looked down. That was definitely bleeding. Your struggles and Leo's ungraceful save scratched it up real back. You slid down the wall and peered at your leg again. It looks awful.

• What were you gonna do..?

• Suddenly, you heard crumbling and you looked around. You shoved your hands in your pockets and your gauntlets formed. (Baron Draxum gave you some little creatures in case your actual mystic gauntlets break. In this case, no longer mystic) You bared your fangs and waited for whatever was coming.

• You weren't able to do anything earlier (or much now), but at least you'll go down fighting this time. The wall blew in and you braced yourself. Thankfully, it was Leo. But, he looked exhausted. He looked like he was gonna pass out, until he saw you.

• "Y/N!"

• He tripped ran over to you. He cupped your cheeks and he looked you over.

• "You're okay, right? Ah, no your leg."

• He raised his arm and bit off his black wraps.

• "You're gonna be okay, alright?"

• Leo tied the wraps around your calve tightly...a little too tight.

• "Okay, here's the plan,"

• He said, now focusing solely on your leg.

• "Once the bleeding stops, you get back in my arms. I'll move the debris out of the way, while you try to get in contact Donnie and Mikey."

• He tied a the fabric into a sloppy bow and looked up at you.

• "Okay?"

• You blinked. And just stared at him. How could he even-? Raph- Everyone- Leo raised your leg.

• "Still a bit of blood flow, but I think it'll be over soon."

• Your brain was still fizzing. The emotions from earlier were started to wake back up. Leo shook your shoulders and snapped in your face a few times.

• "Hey, Y/N, I need your head back in the game."

• He looked into your eyes.

• "We're besties, right?"

• Besties. The word Leo told you when you first saved his shell and created your crush on him. The word that means your his ride or die. You always loved when he said that or addressed you as such. But, now...it's feels like a pity card. Like, you're the only one he's got...

• In a way, you are.

• He didn't wait for your answer and scooped you up. That's it. You can't keep quiet anymore.

• "Leo-"

• "Kay, the bleeding stopped."

• Leo said, cutting you off. He walked up to the wall. He held you up with one arm and grabbed one of his swords.

• "Alright, get in contact."

• You frowned as he slammed his sword into the wall.

• "Leo."

• "Not now, Y/N, we're in a massive hurry."

• "But, Leo-!"

• "Cut it out, Y/N, we gotta say Raph!"

• Your temper boiled over and before you knew it, you exploded.

• "LEO, YOU HAVE TO STOP!"

• Your outburst actually made the wall crumble a bit and the slider looked shocked. You're pretty shocked too, since you never raised your voice, let alone SHOUT before. But, you couldn't dwell on it. The burning in your chest was a sign you needed to spill your guts. You took a breath and patted his arm. He should put you down...

• "This...isn't working. This whole 'no plan and rush' is gonna get someone badly hurt."

• You thought about the other consequence, but didn't say it outloud. Leo sighed.

• "But, no one did. If we just group up again, we'll be back on our way-"

• "OPEN YOUR EYES, LEO!"

• Your voice made the walls crack. You growled in your throat. You gotta tone it down or this little shelter is going down.

• "Everything is bad. Donnie and Mikey were struggling and are now stuck with that stupid bus. Casey is missing. And who knows where the Krang have taken Raph."

• "But, you don't see or hear anything cause you're stuck on being a stupid hero!"

• You heart hammered in your chest. Your body felt like it was going into overdrive. Everything was getting overloaded from anger.

• "You didn't even notice when I was caught in the tracks!"

• Part of you wished you didn't say the last part outloud. You're starting to tear up.

• "So..."

• You wiped your eyes, but the tears fell regardless.

• "So, let go of your ego and get it together or we're all gonna die!"

• The moment the final word left your mouth, the wall finally fell. It was the way out, (an elevator shaft) but you didn't care about that. The others were still missing. You pulled out your phone and nearly dropped it. Your hands were shaking. You don't know if it was from pain, adrenaline, or the fact that you yelled at the guy you wanted to marry someday.

• Your phone fell from your hands and it's screen broke. You groaned in frustration, but forced yourself to forget about it. You have to find someone.

• "Casey!"

• You called.

• "Casey!"

• You forced yourself up and limped towards the rubble. You had to something. You just had to. You suddenly lost your footing and was about to the pavement. But, Leo grabbed your hand.

• "Y/N, listen..."

• With a grunt, he pulled you into him. But, the untimed tug made him topple as well. You looked down at him.

• "I know this situation sucks and it's my fault Raph was snagged."

• "And I should've helped the moment you were trapped, but..."

• His voice trailed off and he looked away from you. He sniffed.

• "I just wanted to fix something instead of making it worse for once."

• You stayed quiet as Leo looked for more words to explain himself. You're still lost on how to feel. You don't wanna cry, but you don't feel the need to shout anymore. And certainly aren't happy.

• "But, you're right. Charging in like a kid hopped up sugar won't save anyone."

• He pushed himself up, making you basically sit on his lap.

• "We're gonna save Raph and New York together, but,"

• He took your hands gently.

• "I'm gonna need you to trust me."

• For the first time in 1 and half a day, your heart fluttered. You felt like you were looking at the Leo you knew and fell for. You sighed and gazed into his eyes.

• "You're done being crazy and emotional?"

• He smiled and raised his hands, like you were a cop telling him to put 'em up.

• "All done."

• His eyes sparkled with his old smug yet soothing glint.

• "I won't let you down again."

• I smiled and looked down shyly.

• "I trust you."

• Like always. You didn't say that last bit outloud. You don't plan on telling him how you feel way into the future, but you feel more confident now. Leo picked you up, (this time you're happy about it) and looked in the elevator shaft. It was long drop if either of you got tired.

• "Thank goodness, I have great arm strength."

• You chuckled into his shoulder. It's nice to hear him be witty again. Right before you two grabbed the ropes connecting the elevator, the left wall fell down.

• (Geez, did you weaken that wall too?)

• Surprisingly, it was Casey. You sighed of relief. Hopefully, the reception is better on the upper floor, so you could finally contact the fam. You're still super worried. He coughed and pulled off his mask. He instantly frowned when he saw Leo. Uh-oh.

• "What kind of "leader" doesn't listen to his team at all!?"

• Casey is rightfully mad, but you just gave the slider a massive earful. You got between them.

• "Casey! It's fine, I already-"

• But, he wasn't hearing it. He had choice words for Leo. Lots of 'em. This was gonna take awhile.

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I don't think I wrote angst properly due to the happy ending, but I still enjoyed this regardless. I honestly didn't enjoy the movie, like at all. But, if anyone wants anymore dark rise content, ask away. I like brooding💀 Stay cool, everyone😎

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[blueberrybanee]

CHRISTMAS!!!!!! 🎄🎁🎉

Hi y'all I know I'm late as hell (I was trying to make a Christmas drawing to go with the theme of this post but it was taking too long to finish and I'm really tired) but I still wanted to get a Christmas post in to celebrate!!! I hope everyone had a good day, even if you don't celebrate Christmas <33

Now... I don't have a drawing ready like I wanted, but I do have a decent haul, so I'm here to show the world my favorites of the things I got ‼️🗣

I got all of these from my buddy @linminty !!! We exchanged gifts for the first time and it was so !!! much fun !!! I absolutely love the entire package (Yes, Ethan, I know it's been hours since I opened that box up and I'm STILL hyped over all the stuff you sent me) and I'm very happy you like my gift, too 😁🫶💙 (I can't even pick a favorite out of all of these because they're all so cute I WILL CRY!!!) {Also somebody please help, I need to pick a name for the cute lil alien 🥺}

Lastly, I got these from my mum!!! I love them all, but omg, the K-2SO one almost made me cry when I opened the gift I swear (I love him so much he is very dear to me ESPECIALLY AFTER I LOST MY BLACK SERIES K-2SO ☹️☹️☹️ IDK WHERE HE WENT!!!) {Also the Mando & Grogu set is so cute LOOK AT THEMMM}

To end things off, as a treat, here's my dog Zuka wearing her new Christmas tie :))) {I had to make her look up for the picture so she wouldn't eat the tie cuz she really wanted to LMFAO}

Alright, that's it for now! I'm really tired, but I might post a late Christmas drawing for tomorrow as a follow-up! Happy Holidays everyone, I hope the rest of the month goes well for all of you!!! <33

{ Tagging the homies 💪💙 @linminty @ghastly-poltergeist @twixedworlds @white-knight7255 @virtualexpertanchor }

[chierafied]

Aurora

Written for @jilychallenge's

December Jily Calendar 2023!

Also posted on AO3.

Hyvää itsenäisyyspäivää! 💙Happy birthday, Finland!  

The portkey deposited them into cold and dark and a knee-deep bank of snow. Nausea swelled and lurched in James’ stomach, and he didn’t even notice the log cabin until Lily tugged at the sleeve of his robe. Its rectangle windows glowed yellow into the night. 

James waded out of the snowbank, onto the narrow, cleared path leading to the cabin’s door. Lily followed close behind. The wooden door creaked as he stepped into a welcoming warmth. A simply furnished large room greeted him, with a seating area near a big fireplace where a merry fire was roaring, and a wooden dining table flanked with two benches on the other side of the room. Stairs snaked up near an open doorway to the side.  

Lily pulled off her snowy boots and started to wander around the cabin, while James stayed near the door, laboriously peeling back all the layers of clothing, from his muffler to his hat. 

“It’s a small kitchen,” Lily reported from the room off to the side, then joined James in the main room. 

He bent down to pull off his shoes and grimaced at the lingering sense of vertigo. He loathed portkeys. But when they needed to travel across a big distance at a great speed and with little prior warning, there were only so many modes of transportation to choose from. 

“There’s a letter.” 

As James straightened again, he saw Lily pick up an envelope from the table. He walked over to join her and sat on the bench as she opened it and pulled out the letter. 

“Welcome, friends,” Lily read. “Hope you have a nice stay. The sky should be clear tonight and the spirits say that the lights will come. The plants you seek are not far. I made you a map. In the shed outside there’s firewood, skis, snowshoes and a shovel. The broomsticks are in the tall cupboard by the front door. Good luck!” 

“I vote for the brooms,” James said. 

Lily shook her head. “Of course you do. You’ll jump at any excuse to fly.” 

“What time is it?” 

Lily glanced at her watch and frowned. “It was a little after 8 when we left and there’s a two-hour time difference... So probably somewhere around 10.30.” 

James looked out from the window into the darkness. “Looks more like 10.30 pm than am to me.” 

“Yeah,” Lily agreed. “I knew the days would be shorter this far up north but it’s really different seeing it first-hand.” 

“Guess that means we have a few hours to kill.” 

While Lily was studying the hand-drawn map, James managed to hook his arm around her waist. She stumbled into his lap, right where he wanted her, and set her hands on his shoulders. 

“James,” she chided, laughter in her eyes. “We’re on a mission. We need to focus.” 

“Oh, I’m focusing,” he replied, staring meaningfully at her lips. 

“You’re an idiot,” Lily informed him. And leaned in to give him a long, lingering kiss. When she finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against his and flashed him a smile. 

James’ fingers dug into the small of her back. It had been a while since the last time he had seen her bestow a smile so carefree; since she’d felt so relaxed in his arms. He stared into her eyes and held her to his heart. By travelling here, to this cold, dark wilderness of the far north several countries away from home, they had stumbled into a small pocket of peace. In this solitary cabin far away from all civilisation he felt safer than he had for months, even in his own home. In this alien winter wonderland, the war seemed just as far away as the British Isles. 

James slid his hands up her sides so he could cradle her face. He brushed his thumb across her cheek and kissed her. It was slow and sweet and infinitely precious. A kiss so heartbreakingly perfect that he willed the time to stop. He wanted to freeze this moment, to imprint it in his memory. He wanted this kiss to stay in his heart so that even after they were back home, in the turmoil of life and death, deceit and battle, fighting for the right of Lily’s very existence, he could recall it and lose himself in it. The weight of her in his lap, her fingers in his hair, her heart beating against his, her taste on his lips, the slow teasing sweep of her tongue. And more than anything, the unhurried pace of this long kiss. Because here, they had all the time in the world. 

*

It was a quarter past one in the afternoon and the sun was setting. It felt like the day had gone by in a blink of an eye, even though their time at the cabin had seemed to crawl as they waited for the nightfall. It had been a nice enough day, just slow. They had sat around and talked. Stared at the fire. Mapped out their plans for how they'd go about this mission. Eaten a hearty lunch. The highlight had been seeing a reindeer meander right across their yard. 

But now the night was finally falling — even though it was quite upsetting to see the sun set so impossibly early in the afternoon — and it was time to set out and follow through with their mission. 

When James stepped out of the door, shouldering a backpack and clutching his broomstick, they hit him all at once: the darkness, the cold and the quiet. Snow-covered wilderness stretched before him until the treeline of towering spruces and pines far ahead. The silence was so loud it rang in his ears. His breath fogged in the cold air that burned in his nostrils. The darkness would have been absolute if not for the moon and the stars, their pale silver light reflected all around him by the white cover of snow. For a moment, it brought him back to his school years and the snow-encrusted Forbidden Forest up in Scotland, which he’d so often roamed under the glow of the full moon. 

Lily came out after him and pulled the cabin door shut. Her breath escaped in a hiss. “Oh hell no.”  

She pulled out her wand and cast a heating charm on her wool cloak. Her wand jabbed James’ shoulder and then heat flooded in. He let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. Let’s get going. You can fly and I’ll navigate.” 

James mounted the broom. Lily climbed on behind him, her arms snaking around his waist. 

“Hold on tight,” he told her, before pushing off the ground. 

Up in the air, it was even colder. The charmed cloak was making a valiant effort to keep him warm, but his fingers and the tip of his nose were bearing the brunt of the freezing air. Luckily, they didn’t have far to go.  

James followed Lily’s murmured instructions. For a moment, she rested her head against his shoulder, her sigh misting in the air.  

“It’s so beautiful.” 

James had to agree. 

Soon, they landed. James pulled his muffler over his nose for a bit of extra warmth, while Lily compared her map to the sparse landmarks nearby and nodded to herself. 

She pulled out the shovel they’d brought along. She’d argued that it was safer to dig up the snow than to try to blast it away with a wand, because with a shovel they’d have more control over the force used and the herbs had a bigger chance of staying intact. James had thought it was very Muggleborn of her to default to manual labour where a spell would work just as well, but he loved how she always kept him on his toes. 

The snow crunched as they dug. A point in favour of the manual labour was that after they’d cleared a good patch of snow, James was feeling a lot warmer.  

Lily knelt, clearing the remaining inch by hand, gently brushing snow aside with her mitten-covered hands to reveal a tiny forest of bare plant stems sticking up from the frozen ground. 

“Are those the herbs that we need?” James asked. 

“Yes,” Lily answered. 

“They don’t look all that impressive to me.” 

“Trust me, they’re very potent. And right now they’re dormant.” 

James shrugged. “You’re the potion expert.” 

“That I am.” Lily winked at him.  

“Now what?” 

“Now we wait.” 

They settled down just for that. James spread a blanket he’d found in the cabin on the snow. Lily dug out a jar from her backpack and kindled a magical fire inside. They sat side by side, leaning against each other, and gazed up at the dark sky above them. At the pale moon and the spread of the stars twinkling down at them.  

James had lost all sense of time. An odd calm had settled over him. Usually, he would have been itching to do something; anything but the torturous drudgery of sitting and waiting. But here and now, with Lily beside her, in the peaceful quiet of the winter night, he could appreciate the stillness. He pressed his cool cheek against the chunky knit of Lily’s hat and closed his eyes, perfectly content. 

James couldn’t tell how long he stayed like that until Lily stirred next to him. 

“Look!” she breathed out in a reverent hush. 

James opened his eyes and there it was. Spread across the sky above them a ribbon of bright, gradient green undulated like a sheer curtain rippling in the wind.  

James instinctively reached for Lily’s hand, squeezing it, mittens and all. Something was lodged in his throat so tightly he couldn’t speak. Lily squeezed his hand back. The lights continued their parade, flowing like water, their colour reminiscent of Lily’s eyes. 

It was the second most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. 

“Wow,” Lily sighed. 

He turned and looked at her upturned face and awed smile, at the frost glistening on her eyelashes like diamonds. The love that rushed through him stopped his breath. There she was: the only thing in the world to which even the magic of the Northern lights paled in comparison. The most beautiful thing in the world. 

A streak of red joined the vivid green in the sky and an answering glow sprung to life on the ground before them. The herbs were luminescent now, mirroring the brilliant aurora up above. The stems grew and sprouted leaves that slowly unfurled before their eyes. Tiny buds appeared, swelling until bright green bell-shaped flowers burst out, streaked by flowing reds. 

“Get the other jar,” Lily told James as she bent forward, carefully cutting the plants with precise flicks of her wand. 

James dug out an empty glass jar from his bag. It took a few fumbling tries to unscrew the lid with his mittens on, but as soon as he managed, Lily dropped in a handful of the herbs she’d scooped up. 

“There.” She looked up at him, bathed in the green glow that made her eyes more luminous than usual. “Mission accomplished.” 

James closed the jar and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. 

“Let’s go home.” 

“In a while,” Lily murmured in agreement, then looked back up at the sky. 

They stayed there for several long moments, hand in hand and smiles on their faces, watching the magical lights dance on the velvet dark of the northern night sky.