#I love him sm I want to gnaw gently on him

[euphraisette]

trans combeferre? trans combeferre.

[screampied]

i’m obsessed with ur fics and want to live inside your pretty little brain, you just write jjk characters so well 🫠

recently i’ve been thinking about choso having a bad day or something and just wanting to be taken care of, so now you’re nursing him while you jerk him off and he’s a whiny moaning mess and it’s so cute and when he thinks you’re done with him you get on top and ride him and he’s begging you to stop bc he can’t take anymore pleasure :( like i’m sick over this i need him so bad

❤︎ ໋𓈒 pleasing choso after a long day.

warnings. fem! reader, overstim, jerking choso off, pampering choso bc he deserves it, whiney choso, cowgirl, creampıe, praise, mdni + thank u sm !!!

“. . please,” choso would murmur in a frail weak tone, he sounded so drowsy, so needy. he’s barely through the door before he wraps his strong bulky arms around you. you giggle, being squished between his warmth before he buries his face into your neck. he gently runs his tongue against your collarbone before continuing to speak in muffled sentences. “missed you so bad. had a long day ‘n just need to . . need to unwind.”

you smile, stroking his back lovingly. “aw, bad day today, ‘cho?” you’d sweetly reply, feeling him shudder from your touch alone. despite you being so gentle, he was always so incredibly weak around you, including a simple few electric touches from you. “of course baby, i’ll help you.”

“can….you help me um,” and he’s struggling to get the words out. the two of you were finally secluded together in the large spacey bedroom. choso’s laid back, shirtless and heavy heaving breaths depart from his lips every few seconds. the more you stare at him the more he finds it hard to swallow the growing lump in his throat. “can you do the thing? like last time?”

you giggle, glancing at the poking tent in his boxers. “a handjob, baby?”

“…handjob,” he repeats, his eyes softening before a mere whine escapes from his throat. “oh … yeah, that. please,” and his lungs felt so clouded. with a hand running through his hair, he sighs cutely. “yes p-please. i wanna handjob. i’d do it myself but you always do it better, p-princess.”

choso was so cute, the way he was basically putty underneath your hands..

his words always trembled, he wanted you more than anything. he was always like this whenever he came home, so needy each and everytime for nothing more than your simple addicting touch.

“okay,” you’d comply, just a single word that pours from your lips alone was so seductive to him. he could listen to your voice all day. it was his own type of harmony, a song he’d love to listen to every day on repeat if he could.

your voice.

you reach beside him near the black short nightstand, grabbing a lube bottle before making sure to not waste any time.

you could tell by choso’s dilated pupils and his irregular rapid pants that he was growing more and more impatient as the time passed.

“wanna feel you s-so bad,” he whimpers, tensing a little from the way your hand springs out his length, lubricating around his pulsating cock.

you always made sure to be thorough— slicking every inch of him down with the liquid, starting from his swollen tip, then down towards his shaft, then his base. of course, his balls too. whenever you fondled with his fat puffy balls, choso would make such the cutest whines imaginable. “f-fuck, m-more. hurry, princess.”

“baby, don’t rush me,” you tease, sitting right beside him before pressing a sweltering hot kiss against his temple. he whimpers at your touch yet again, the softness of your lips having him in utter shambles. you made sure to have your dominant hand pay close attention towards the head of his dick, the most neglected sensitive spot. he inhales then exhales, gnawing at his lip before dark eyes of his stares up at the idle ceiling fan. “mhm. you’re so pent up, must have had a really rough day, hm?”

“so h-horrible,” he pouts, despite his voice being naturally deep and a bit gruff, the delivery of how whiney he was was just so cute. “i’m just glad i always come home to you. y-you always know how to make me feel better.”

you simper, your hand finally fully wrapping around his base before you start to give him a few solid pumps.

he moans, thickly swallowing the remnants of sweet syrupy spit that remain all in his mouth.

so so good..

you drove him crazy in the right ways possible. choso felt a sudden ringing sensation rigorously vibrate throughout his ears. he felt hot all over, radiating with a staggering high temperature of scorching boiling heat.

the tempo you had with jerking him off was a decent pace at first, gradually fisting his cock with each concise stroke—you occasionally glance up at choso who’s panting up a storm. “. . . . ugh,” he mewls out through gritted teeth, a hand of his own attempting to grab towards yours. “i wanna touch you t-too.”

“no choso,” you sneer, moving his hand away.

oh, the pout that suddenly spreads across his lips was so cute.

he’s giving you puppy dog eyes as if he’s questioning you a perplexed little, ‘huh?’ whilst you’re still stroking him at such a quickening pace, you make sure he keeps his hands to himself. “you wanted me to touch you, not choso, ‘kay? let me do everything, be a good boy for me.”

“i-i’m sorry, sorry,” he mutters in short breaths, finding your tone to be so hot. the twitch he feels in his dick only gets him more aroused. for a split second, you feel a vein that ran down the middle of his shaft pulse against your palm. “you’re right. ‘m gonna let you please me. gonna be a good boy ‘n keep my hands to m-myself.”

you peck a kiss against his hot cheek. “so good for me.”

“p-praise me more, please.” he whines.

“choso,” you giggle, and he was more needier than usual today. his voice grew a bit more high the faster you stroke him—his beefy thigh starts to bounce and bounce before he’s leaning back in pleasure. “you want more praises?”

he nods. “i- i do, your voice ‘s so hot, so s-sexy,” and his breathing abruptly hitches once you give him a sly smile. “not the right word, that was inappropriate— i- i mean, attractive. your voice when you praise me ‘s so attractive, i want more.”

the way he corrects himself from his choice of words was adorable.

whenever you gave choso a handy though, he’d never really last long regardless. choso would usually only last a few good minutes, especially with your hand work, your techniques.. he was simply no match.

“i’ll praise you all day, baby,” you whisper, watching as he’s feeling himself get close. he’s so desperate to touch you. he wants to, to stroke himself with you, wrap his big hand against yours. choso bites his lip in anticipation— feeling how he’s steadily losing composure. immensely, he starts to feel his throat grow dry, the air felt richly thick and he starts to get more and more vocal. “close?”

“uh huh, uh huuh,” he nods, pretty long lashes of his squeezing shut. choso’s about to fall into that trance again, your speed had him losing his mind. in his mouth, he starts to salivate. you’re so steady and precise with your beats and pumps against his cock that he’s about to spiral completely. “princess, ‘m gonna make a mess. you’re gonna make me m-messy again.”

“be messy for me then,” you invigorate to him against his ear, playfully licking a stripe near the soft outer shell of his lobe. he shivers at that, so sensitive. again, if it was anything that could be considered as choso kamo’s weakness— it was your voice. “give it to me, c’mon ‘cho.”

he’s so hard, his dick was all slick and wet from the translucent colored lube running down the sides of his hefty shaft.

a shaky breath snatches out of choso’s mouth before his abs tense up.

a hand goes through his hair before he feels the pressure finally hit him. “shit, s-shitttt,” he whines, feeling the area of his frenulum pulse and pulse. he’s seeing pure splotches of white— once his climax comes, it takes merely everything out of him. static shoots out from his ears and he lets off a cute shriek. “a-ah.”

you stare at the mess he’d just paint on himself. a few spurts of his own sticky cum shoots against his tummy, right near his lower abdomen. choso’s eyebrows significantly lower before he lets off a cute, “phew..”

“want more?” you coo, unraveling your hand around his dick before staring at him— he returns your gaze with half-lidded dark eyes.

he nods, panting off a sweet desperate. “yes please.”

choso figured you were gonna stroke him off again, but his eyes briefly widen once you end up up making your way onto his lap. straddling him in such a lewdly titillating way, he gulps. the ringing throughout his ears reverberates louder before you align yourself against the wet tip of his cock.

he was so aroused, so needy, so in love..

being a half curse spirit— he’s never got to fully experience types of pleasure like this.

albeit, he was always grateful to you for being able to show him everything he was missing out on though. with his bottom lip quivering, he gasps once he feels you slowly sinking down onto his length, feeling the warm pool of heat introduce itself to his cock that’s gradually splitting you open.

“oh…..fuck,” he’d groan, and at this particular point, his voice grows a raspy low. hooded eyes stare at you, studying your every move. from fixating his pupils on your hips, your chest, and even your face— he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “y-you’re gonna ride me?”

“yes baby,” you throw your arms around him, pulling him into a deep sensual kiss. he’s panting, each breath feels like it’s gonna be its last with you. warm tongues tangle and tango amongst each other before you briefly suck on his. a whine pulls from his throat before he feels your hips start to jerk.

abruptly, choso pulls away, whimpering a sweet. “can— can i touch you now at least? please. f-fuck, can’t take it anymore princess.”

“touch me however you’d like, pretty boy,” you’d speak in a hushed tone, licking another long strike against his neck. he was so sensitive, his eyes were practically about to roll all the way back by this point. you’re easing your sloppy cunt down onto his length and his roughly textured hands grab against your hips. choso then spanks your ass, only to give it a mean squeeze afterward just to see you gasp. “like touching me, huh?”

“y-you know i do,” he pouts, feeling the deep stretch. it was so so good— mouth watering, a perfect way to describe his mouth at the feeling of your pussy taking him in in such a sloppy, erotic way. already, you were a bit soaked from earlier, coating his base with a candied gossamer ring of your slick arousal. “my god, my g-goddd.” he throws his head back once you start to move against him.

a few solid rhythmic thrusts and choso kamo was done for.

he stuffs you full of inches, you lean up close to his face to plant your lips against the bridge of his nose— softly smooching against the area where his darkened scar remained. pink wet lips of his quaver from that simple action and his grip against your hips only tightens.

clammy, sweaty hands guide your hips to fuck against him harder before his head leans back. “fuck me, f-fuck me, jus’ fuck me pleaseeee. can’t c-cum, don’t think i can come anymore.”

choso becomes more whiny, his voice starting to strain overtime and you feel your stomach briefly seizing from how deep he’s hitting you.

relentlessly, you’re moving against him so good that not even he can keep up with you. your pussy’s the perfect match for him, fitting nice and snug like a lock fits inside a key.

oh, but the grip..

the grip of your sopping wet cunt against his dick was so appetizing, he only wanted more. more more more, the squelching noises had him feral and by now, with a tight enough grip he’s helping you slam down against his lap. “hah, can’t . . ‘m not gonna cum again, baby, f-fuck. fuck me so good, i—i love you, love you ‘s much.”

“i love you too baby,” you moan yourself, pulling him back into a steamy kiss. his sweetened whines and whimpers pour right into your mouth, ravened strands of his hair sticking against his forehead like glue. choso was drenched in sweat, perspiring such amounts that it makes his skin glisten entirely. “yes you can,” you hum between sultry breaths, coating his entire face with your kisses. you watch as his eyebrows arch and he squeezes against your ass just a bit tighter. he loves the recoil— spanking your ass just to witness and see the jiggle, it had his dick twitching even more. “you can give me one more, know you can, baby.”

“f-fuck, you’re gonna make a mess outta me,” he whimpers. the way you grind against him has him going feral by the second. hot deep breaths wretch from his throat before his head goes back. he leans all the way back, washboard abs flexing and curling up. with a single finger of yours running down his sharp chiseled v-line, he nearly loses it. your touch, his ultimate weakness. “gonna c-cum again, ‘m gonna flood your pussy again, oh fuuuuck.”

with your arms still lazily thrown around him, choso hugs you tightly, pumping further into your gummy walls that clamp him down oh so good before he ends up cumming again. this time, inside. it’s so hot from the inside—your pussy was all toasty, balmy from every crevice of your walls and the addictive hold it has on him. he shoots a long thick rope into you, it comes out into satiny spurts, filling you up to the very brim.

choso’s reaction was so cute, he’s literally speechless, yet his grip against your ass doesn’t even lessen. his face was practically covered with strands of his hair, half lidded eyes and a pussy drunken smile curling against his thin crimson red lips. “i— oh my,” he hiccups, catching his breath for a moment. the entirety of his body felt a plethora of emotions— hot, cold, warm, all of it. for a moment, his eyes meet your gaze before he swallows, reaching down, swirling two fingers against your sloppy cunt. you moan, feeling him gather up a good amount of his own cum that oozes out of your hole before bringing it toward his lips. choso pops his fingers into his mouth, getting a good taste and he moans, still feeling himself deeply buried into your sweet cunt.

so filthy, tasting himself like that with no shame..

“taste okay?” you puff out, watching as he’s got his two digits stuffed all in his mouth. with a cute nod, he pulls you closer towards his broad chest before you slowly pull his fingers out his mouth. “good, because ‘m not done with you yet, baby. wanna see if you can give me one more. can you be a good boy ‘n do that for me?”

“i- i’ll be your good boy,” he pouts, moaning harmonically once your hips start to make haste, picking up again. “wanna be so good for you. promise i’ll give you one more. f-fuck, i love you.”

[lovings4turn]

୭ 🗝️ ✧ ˚. 🪩 puppy love . . . (l.h.)

— the last thing that you expect to find when wandering around monaco is a lone dog also exploring the streets. your search for his owner proves far more successful than you could have imagined.

+ requested by a lovely anon! this idea was so so cute so thank you sm for sending it in, i hope you enjoy! banner from cafekitsune!

+ pure fluff, roscoe is the ultimate match maker here.

monaco was truly everything you could have dreamed it would be, and then some.

for the past few days, you and your friends had frequented the glorious larvotto beach, explored the overly lavish stores and casinos, and had even been convinced to walk the length of the famous race track that encircled the streets.

meanwhile, your nights were spent in fancy restaurants and expensive clubs, the over-priced champagne giving you a real taste of the opulent lifestyle of those who lived there.

months and months of extra shifts at work had finally paid off, and so you were determined to make the absolute most of every last minute of the trip. not a moment was to be wasted, which was exactly why you and another friend were wandering around the city whilst the rest of your group slept off an awful hangover.

it was as you lifted a hand to adjust the sunglasses that were slipping from your face that you caught sight of a flash of brown in your peripheral vision. confusion prompted your brows to furrow, a feeling that only heightened as you realised what the flash actually was.

seemingly on his own was a large bulldog, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth in a display of happiness. a brief survey of your surroundings confirmed your suspicions that the dog was unattended, and your frown deepened. 

unable to leave the poor thing by himself in the middle of such a busy place, you began to walk over, taking slow, tentative steps in an effort not to startle the animal.

“hello,” you cooed, voice heading up an octave as you held out a hand in a gesture of friendship. “oh you are gorgeous, aren’t you?”

your friend stifled a laugh at the sight of you, crouched down and offering your hand for the random dog to sniff, an experiment to decide whether or not he would deem you worthy of his companionship. 

“what are you doing here, hm?” you continued, more to yourself than the dog. “where’s y’parent?”

as the dog tilted his head in search of gentle pats, he had also inadvertently revealed the collar sitting around his neck, complete with a silver tag that, thankfully, appeared to be engraved.  

still cooing and fussing over the animal, you gently plucked the tag between your fingers. you manipulated the metal away from the sun in order to make out the letters printed there, and sighed in relief as you read.

ROSCOE. IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL XXXXX-XXX-XXX.

bingo.

“don’t worry, roscoe,” you hummed. “gonna get you home.”

your fingers danced across the keypad of your phone. as the familiar sound of the dial tone rang out, you gnawed at your bottom lip, anxiously awaiting an answer.

not wanting to let him out of your sight, you remained in a squat position despite the burn building in your thighs. the feeling of soft fur against the palm of your hand turned out to be one hell of a motivator. 

“hello?”

the voice on the other end of the line was, undoubtedly, male, and also undoubtedly breathless. a pang of sympathy struck you as you noted the worry in the stranger’s voice, as if he’d been hunting for the dog for a while before your call came through.

“hello! sorry to bother you,” you started, tongue poking out to wet your lips before you continued. “but i think i’ve got your dog with me. he’s a bulldog? roscoe?”

“oh thank god,” the stranger rushed out, a thankful chuckle rumbling through your phone’s speaker. “i’ve been all over looking for him, i was starting to get worried.”

“he’s okay, i’ve got him here and he seems… pretty happy, actually,” you assured, unable to keep a smile out of your voice as roscoe’s tail began to wag a little faster. 

scanning your surroundings in an effort to find some way to mark your location, you noted a café with a name emblazoned above their doorway.

“i’m right next to a roca, the little café?” you explained. "i don't know if it would be easier for you to come to me. not sure how i'd get him to follow along with me, is all," you laughed.

"a roca," the man mumbled, an affirmative tone in his voice. "give me five minutes, i'll be there as fast as i can. thank you so much, seriously. i don't know what i would have done if you hadn't found him."

your face flushed a little at the appreciative tone and high praise, and you struggled to keep the smile out of your voice as you replied.

"it's really no problem. i'd want someone to do the same for me."

after exchanging quick goodbyes, and not before being thanked another three times, you and your friend managed to coax the dog a little closer to the café, wanting to find the quietest spot possible on such a busy street.

"he said he was coming?" your friend confirmed.

"in about two minutes."

"did he sound cute?"

"seriously?"

your friend only laughed, shrugging her shoulders in nonchalance. in her eyes, the question was fully justifiable, and you would have happily answered it if the answer had not been yes.

a few more minutes passed before a familiar voice met your ears, prompting you to look up in search of roscoe's owner.

what you weren't expecting was to meet the eyes of a man who was downright beautiful. he was practically divine, his deep, tattooed skin glowing under the sun as though it had been crafted purely to highlight his biceps.

his braids were pulled back into a ponytail, and as he smiled at you in thanks, you caught sight of the slightest gap between his bright teeth.

you'd stumbled across the dog of a fucking god.

"hi!" you greeted, hoping that your cheeks didn't look as warm as they felt.

judging by the smug look that your friend was giving you, it seemed that pure hope wasn't enough. luckily, the man was far too preoccupied in attaching a lead to the collar of his dog, enthusiastically stroking him as he gently chastised him for running off.

"thank you again, seriously. i swear this has never happened before," he said with a chuckle, hand scratching at the back of his neck.

"really, there's no need to thank me." you dismissed his praise with a wave of your hand, though your smile was practically splitting your face into two. "anyone would've done the same."

"maybe, but it was you who did, so thank you..." he trailed off as he spoke, a clear prompt for you to give your name.

"y/n, i'm y/n," you responded, cringing as you instinctively provided a small wave with your name.

"y/n," he repeated, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "i'm lewis. 's nice to meet you."

before you could say anything else, the man began digging through the pockets of his trousers, clearly hunting for something.

"i almost forgot. let me repay you, thank you, whatever you want to call it," he mumbled, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he hunted for his wallet.

"stop, really, it's okay!" you assured, not needing money for the simple act of being a decent human being. you hadn't exactly done anything heroic. just kept a cute dog company until his even cuter owner arrived to reclaim him.

"fine," the man, lewis, agreed, laughing slightly as he took his hand from his pocket. "at least let me take you out to dinner?"

if you were in a cartoon, you're sure that your jaw would've hit the floor in shock. a soft, subtle nudge from your friend was a sharp reminder that you should actually answer the man instead of simply staring in surprise.

"i'd like that," you responded, biting back the wild grin that threatened to spread across your features.

"great. tonight, maybe?"

"sounds perfect to me."

"i'm looking forward to it," lewis said, the corner of his eyes crinkling playfully. "give me a text. you already have my number."

he shot you a wink and, thankfully, decided it was time for him to depart. though you were sad to see him go so soon, it served as a blessing in disguise. you were allowed to keep your cool, as he didn't get to see the sight of you and your friend freaking out, crazed grins and loud laughs escaping you at the absurdity of the situation.

you'd gotten a date with the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen, and it was all thanks to a dog.

monaco truly was a magical place.

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I saw that your requests were open again and I loved reading the previous Steve fics so what about argument turned confession IN THE RAIN

princess

pairing: steve harrington x f! reader

a/n: HI GUUUUUYS new steve fic is here :))! i know you love em heheheee also anon i love this sm!!

warnings(?): steve calls reader princess, n reader is dustin’s older sister :)) requests open <3

the night was uncharacteristically warm for hawkins, but the sky was a deep, bruised shade of purple that promised a downpour. you paced back and forth on your porch, arms crossed tightly over your chest, a mix of anger and worry gnawing at your insides. you glanced up the street, waiting for steve harrington’s car to appear.

the second you saw the familiar headlights rounding the corner, you stormed down the steps to meet him. steve barely had the chance to park before you were at his door, yanking it open.

"get out," you demanded, your voice barely contained.

steve blinked, taken aback. "princess, what the hell-"

"get. out."

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, and stepped out of the car. you slammed the door shut behind him and pointed a finger at his chest. "what were you thinking? taking dustin to starcourt in the middle of the night, into God knows what danger!"

steve's expression shifted from confusion to frustration. "i was looking out for him! we had to- "

"you had to what? fight russians? get involved in another world-ending mess? he's just a kid, steve! my kid brother!" your voice cracked on the last words, betraying the fear and upset behind your anger.

steve opened his mouth to argue but stopped, noticing the tears welling in your eyes. "look, i’m sorry. but dustin wanted to help. he knew the risks."

"he's a child," you repeated, voice softer now but no less intense. "he looks up to you, steve. he thinks you’re invincible."

steve’s gaze dropped to the ground, guilt etched on his face. "i know," he said quietly. "but i care about him too. i would never let anything happen to him."

a fat raindrop splashed onto your cheek, followed by another, and within moments the sky opened up, rain pouring down in torrents. neither of you moved to seek cover.

"that's not good enough," you whispered. "i can’t lose him."

steve stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body despite the rain. "you won’t," he said, voice steady and sincere. "i swear, princess. i’ll protect him with everything i’ve got."

you searched his eyes, finding a depth of earnestness there that made your heart ache. "why, steve? why put yourself in danger for him? for me?"

he took a deep breath, rainwater dripping from his hair into his eyes. "because you’re important to me. both of you." he hesitated, then reached out to gently take your hands in his. "but especially you."

you looked away. “steve it’s-”

"i’m in love with you," he confessed, his voice almost lost in the sound of the rain. "i have been for a while. i just didn’t know how to tell you."

for a moment, you stood frozen, the rain soaking through your clothes, your heart pounding in your chest. then, without thinking, he surged forward, capturing your lips with his. the kiss was desperate and messy, water mingling with the salt of your tears, but it was everything you had been too afraid to admit you wanted.

when you finally broke apart, both of you breathless, you rested your forehead against his. "i’m just scared, steve," you admitted. "of losing dustin. of losing you."

"you won’t," he promised again, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. "we’ll get through this together. i won’t let anything happen to you or dustin. i love you, princess."

"i love you too," you whispered back, finally allowing yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright

[sickeddyville]

I love you, Im sorry

Pair: zayne x reader

Prompt: you leave to protect him from Astra's curse

Note: this is the part 2 for the 'Guilt' fic, and yes it's still angst 😊. full on angst with a kiss at the end. The title was 100% inspired by gracie abrams i love her sm😞😞

Warning: not a happy ending (again) bcs being a zayne main means eating angst 24/7

Part 1 | Part 3

The plan is simple. Get away from him as far as possible.

As the taxi pulls up to the train station, your heart races. You have to do this, for his sake.

You walk towards the doors of the platform when, out of nowhere, you hear a voice.

"You think I didn’t know what you were planning?"

You freeze.

Zayne stands a few feet away, his eyes stern with a mix of hurt and disbelief. There’s an edge to his voice that you’ve never heard before.

Your breath catches in your throat as you turn to face him, unable to form words. You can only stare, heart pounding, as he steps closer. His gaze doesn’t leave yours.

"I thought I made it clear," he continues, his voice low but trembling with emotion. "You can’t just leave without telling me. Not again."

There’s pain in his voice, raw and real. "You think I wouldn’t notice? You think I wouldn’t know what you were doing?"

You open your mouth, but no words come out. You try to speak, but your throat feels tight. The guilt gnaws at you as you realize just how deep this is cutting him.

"Im doing this for you" you finally manage to whisper, but even then, it feels like the words aren’t enough. "If I stayed away, you will no longer suffer. From me." The words feel wrong, but they spill out anyway.

Zayne steps closer, his face inches from yours now, but you still can't find the strength to say anything. His hands reach for yours, and despite your inability to speak, he gently clasps them, his grip firm yet comforting.

"I don’t care about the curse, All I care about is you." His voice softens, but there's no mistaking the emotion underneath.

"How could you not care about the curse?" you ask, your voice breaking under the weight of the question.

You try to back away from him, but his grip only tightens, pulling you closer. "I can’t just stand there knowing how this will end," you add, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I can’t. If I stay—if I stay, the curse will keep following you. It will never stop."

Zayne’s expression falters for only a moment, but the determination in his eyes doesn’t waver. "Y/N, I don’t care about the curse," he repeats, his voice steady but the emotion evident in his gaze. "Listen. What I care about is you. I can’t stand the thought of losing you. Not like this."

"You can't just say that, Zayne..." The words leave your mouth in a strangled whisper, full of desperation, and Zayne’s grip tightens on you as if he can keep you from slipping away. His arms pull you in, and suddenly, everything you had been holding back—everything you had been running from—comes rushing forward.

Tears flood your eyes, hot and overwhelming. You can't hold it back anymore. Your sobs are muffled in his chest.

Zayne doesn’t speak, but his hand runs gently through your hair, his touch grounding and soothing. "You’re not hurting me, Y/N," he says softly, though the strain in his voice betrays the emotion he is fighting to keep in check. "I’d never want you to think that. You’re everything to me. And I’ll fight through this, no matter what it takes."

"There is no fighting it, Zayne..." Your voice is barely audible, the words slipping out of you to make him understand the impossibility of what he is trying to do.

"No." His voice was firm, unwavering. "I won’t accept that. I won’t accept losing you, Y/N. I don’t care what happens— We’ll find another way, together."

"We can’t..." The words caught in your throat, heavy with finality, but Zayne was still holding you close, his face inches from yours. He wouldn’t let go, his determination unwavering as he searched your eyes for any sign of hope. But you knew the truth. No matter how much you loved him, no matter how desperately you wished for a different ending, this was the only path that could be walked.

"Y/N..." he whispers, his voice shaking just slightly. "I don't want to lose you. I’m not going anywhere. Please."

"I care for you so much... this is why I’m doing this, Zayne," you say, your voice cracking. You pull back slightly, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. "Please understand."

Zayne is silent for a moment, his hands still resting on your arms. His grip tightens, but there is no anger, only something softer, more broken. His voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks again.

"How can I understand if you’re pushing me away? It’s killing me." His words sting, but there is no malice in them—just raw emotion, as if the weight of your distance is slowly suffocating him.

"You don’t—understand..." The words catch in your throat, heavy with emotion, and you can barely form the sentence. You pull back slightly to look up at him, your hands trembling as you wipe your eyes.

"I understand you think you’re protecting me," Zayne says gently, his voice low but steady. "But I choose you, no matter what the future holds. I care about you. Don’t shut me out like this."

You shake your head, your chest tightening as if the air has suddenly grown thicker. "You don’t get it, Zayne..."

"No, you don't get it" Zayne says softly, his hand lifting to gently cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "You’re my choice. You always have been. Always will be."

“Final boarding call for train 731 to Solivara City. All passengers please proceed to Platform 12 immediately.”

It was the last call. You had no more time to argue, no more time to pretend you could change fate.

You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut against the tears that had been threatening to fall. "I have to go, Zayne." Your voice wavering while forcing a smile.

Zayne stiffened, his hand gripping your arm as he pulled you closer, his voice hoarse with the emotion he was struggling to hold back. "Y/N. Don’t do this. Please..."

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t let him follow you into this mess, couldn’t bear the thought of him carrying that burden again.

"I love you, Zayne," you choked out, and before he could respond, you gently pulled away, turning towards the platform.

He stood there, frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief, his heart breaking in silence as you walked away.

The final call to board echoed in the air, but the weight in your chest grew unbearable with every step you took.

But then, just as you reached the entrance to the platform, a hand shot out, grabbing your arm gently but firmly. You froze, your heart pounding as you slowly turned to face him. Zayne was standing there, breathing heavily, his expression desperate.

"Y/N..." His voice cracked. The words he tried to say were lost in a tide of emotions, and for a long moment, neither of you spoke. There was only the sound of your hearts beating in sync, yet miles apart. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the depth of the pain you were trying to avoid, reflected in his gaze.

But this—this wasn't just about him. It was about you, about the curse that had haunted your lives, about everything you were trying to protect him from. You blinked away tears that threatened to spill over, your heart torn between the overwhelming need to be with him and the crushing guilt that had held you captive for so long.

"Please..." Zayne whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please don’t leave me."

The final call for boarding rang out again, but you couldn’t make yourself move. Everything in you screamed to stay, to let him pull you back into his arms, to forget about the curse, about everything you were running from.

But then you remembered—if you stayed, it would be the same story as before. He would suffer again, and you couldn’t bear to watch him sacrifice everything, again.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, your voice shaking. "I’m so sorry, Zayne."

Zayne's face crumpled, his hands trembling as he reached for you, his grip desperate. "Y/N..."

Without a word, you grabbed his face in your hands, pulling him down as you kissed him, fiercely, desperately— You poured all your love, all your regrets, and all your pain into that kiss.

But your heart was made up, and you pulled away, forcing your legs to move, your footsteps the hardest you had ever taken.

As you entered the train, you could still feel his presence. You could still feel his eyes on you. All you could do was shut your eyes, and ignore the ache building up inside your chest.

[philistiniphagottini]

hope you’re having a wonderful day nagi 🫂 let us know what you’ve been up to recently, and please please share the ideas you mentioned with chubby reader ꒰ ˊᵕˋ ꒱

i’d love to hear them ٩(˶˃ᗜ˂)و and i also have a request fur yew if it’s something you’re interested in. i’m always running back to re–read your domestic bliss event fic w childe, and so... 🙇‍♀️ could i request some more fluff / comfort with childe and fem. reader please? (chubby reader if you wanted ❤ )

‘was thinking fluffcomfort sharing a bath with him because soft nudity <33 just melting back into ajax, and fem. reader expressing her insecurities about not feeling pretty or worth enough. maybe with a hint of head massages.. or soft sweet teasing 😣😣 thank you sm nagi, keep taking care of urself dear pookie ෆ

Hey miauamy! I see your pfp has changed again and it's really cute! I'm so happy to see you back I hope you have been well since we last spoke. I always get so excited to see you, your ideas are always so lovely. And if you have anymore, please share them I'm always happy to hear them ^3^

Thank you for letting me indulge a bit with this, I low key self-projected, but I love the comfort of sharing a bath I need to do it for more characters it's a lot of fun. And oh my god I loved my domestic bliss event it was a lot of fun to write so much fluff. Guys, please let me know if you want me to do it again. I was thinking about doing it during August, because that's when my birthday is, and I wanted to do something special for it. Anyways, enough yapping I hope you enjoy~

cw. fluff, comfort, bathing, nudity but no smut, chubby reader, female reader, minors DO NOT interact

“Hey Childe, can I ask you a question? And be honest with me.”

Childe hummed in response as his body sank further into the warm waters of the bathtub, fingers tangled in his hair as he flicked out the stray beads of bubbles that had managed to somehow knot in his hair. His gaze flickered over to you as you huddled yourself on the opposite end of the bathtub. Your knees were pulled to your chest, arms hugged tight around them as you stared absentmindedly at the wisps of steam stemming from the surface of the water. Copious amounts of bubbles obscured your plump figure beneath the water’s surface, the suds clinging to your skin like a second layer. 

You swallowed around the lump in your throat, tongue wetting your dry lips as your eyes continued to flick between Childe and a random spot on the light’s fixture dangling above your heads. He patiently waited for you to speak as you tried to pick the right words out of your head, turning them over and over as his gaze became lidded in contented bliss. This hot bath was doing wonders for his aching muscles and it felt like he could start to drift off as his eyes drooped. But your voice snapped him right back to attention as you asked the question that had been gnawing at the back of your mind for far too long. 

“Do you think I’m fat?” you asked, a hint of hesitance lacing your tone.

As soon as the words breezed past your lips, you desperately wished you could snatch them back and shove them down your throat. You shyly peered up at Childe beneath thick lashes as they fluttered over your hot cheeks, a fresh wave of embarrassment eating away at your nerves when you took one look at Childe’s face. His eyebrows had shot up to his hairline as he gave you an incredulous look like you had just slapped him across the face, the hit dazing him and still stinging even after he took a few seconds to process what had been said. Childe cocked his head to the side, his single earring gently clinking as the ruby gleamed under the soft light. 

“Why the sudden question?” he asked cautiously. 

You shook your head, knees pressed tighter to your chest as your heart threatened to jump straight out of your throat. You swallowed it back down with a shuddering breath, pulse pounding in your ears like the loud beat of a drum as an immense wave of guilt sank its icy fangs into your bones. You shouldn’t have said anything. You should have kept your thoughts to yourself. You hated how such a simple question was already sending your mind into a tizzy, crystalline tears pricking in the corners of your eyes as you fought them back. Being this vulnerable certainly wasn’t as easy as shedding a few layers of clothes. You took a deep breath and you hated the little sniffle that grated against your ears as you tried to let the scent of expensive oils curl in your lungs and calm your frantic nerves.

“Forget I said anything” you stammered. 

Childe hated the way your nose scrunched up and despite his rugged looks and haggard body, he felt the overwhelming urge to coddle you. He raised his hand and beckoned you to come closer.

“Come here” he softly cooed. 

You shook your head as you dabbed your fingers under your eyes, trying to stem your flow of tears. You planted your feet firmly on the bottom of the tub and refused to budge. 

“No” you defied, yet there was hardly a trace of fight in your voice. 

“Come here” Childe urged, his voice turning into sickly sweet honey. 

You hesitate and that’s when Childe choose his moment to strike. The moment your tense muscles relaxed, his hands shot out and wrapped around your ankles. You barely had time to react, your loud shriek echoing off the tiled walls as his strong hands curled into your skin and you were pulled into his direction. Water sloshed and spilled over the lip of the tub as Childe caught you in his grasp, strong hands gripping your plump hips and soft stomach as he dragged your naked body into his lap. The tips of your ears burned red hot as your knees fell beside his hips and you squirmed, but he was not letting go of you that easily. 

“What’s wrong love?” Childe asked, cooing your name softly.

You pressed the seam of your lips into a tight, thin line as you shook your head again, tussling the stray beads of water out of your hair. You placed your hands on his chest, gently shoving him away to create some distance between you. You must be heavy sitting on top of him like this and you would hate it if you caused him any amount of discomfort. You refused to look at him, a small pout tugging at your plump lips as your cheeks puffed up. 

“Nothing” you lied. 

A soft chuckle breezed past Childe’s lips at your defiance, a patient smile stretching his lips as he brushed the hair out of your glassy eyes and tugged the long strands behind your ears. 

“It’s obviously something if you’re being a pouty baby about it” Childe countered, gently prodding at you. “Come on, tell me.”

You squeaked as he bounced you in his lap, legs shifting beneath you to better hold you closer. You could feel his thunderous heartbeat dance beneath the palm of your hand, the tips of your fingers tingling as they pressed against the deep scar that was slashed across his ribs.  

“It’s nothing” you said. “I’m just fat and ugly.”

A sharp hiss whistled through your teeth as Childe pinched your round cheeks with his calloused fingers, tugging on your skin until you started to make a fuss. There was a small pinch between his brow, but his expression eased when he next spoke.

“No one is allowed to speak ill of you” Childe reprimanded. “And that includes you.”

You weakly swatted at his hands until he decided to relent. Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment but you couldn’t find the strength in yourself to move away from Childe. It was nice, being pressed this close to him as he gently eased your worries with each passing moment. You stuffed your dry lips between your teeth, idly chewing on the cracked and peeling skin as you softly sniffled. 

“Be honest. I am fat” you muttered, letting go of your bruised lips as a dejected sigh blew past your lips.

“You are not” Childe immediately responded. 

The nasty thoughts itching at the back of your skull paused in their relentless onslaught as your ears perked up. His voice sounded so genuine and sincere that you were inclined to believe him. But the seeds were already so buried deep within your heart and soul that just a few words of affirmation weren’t quite enough to simply uproot them. Childe squeezed your soft stomach into the palms of his large hands until the soft pudge spilled between the splayed digits. You squirmed from the attention, not quite used to having your love handles squeezed so fondly. 

“You’re like a little chubby bird” Childe said, plucking words out of his head as he looked thoughtful. “They’re round and cute. How could you hate such innocent, soft creatures?”

A disgruntled noise bubbled up your throat as you buried your flushed face into the crook of his neck, hiding your unshed tears as you nudged your head into his damp skin.

“Stop” you complained. 

Even if you grumbled about it, your body was completely relaxed around him and your words were starting to lose its bite. Since you were content to keep your face pressed so close to him, Childe thought it was the perfect opportunity to reach for the shampoo bottle sitting perched next to him. He swiped it from its spot and popped the cap to it, briefly pressing it to his nose as the scent of passion flowers tickled his senses. You nuzzled your face deeper into his neck as Childe massaged his fingers through your hair, lathering the shampoo into your locks as he gently teased the tangles out. Your eyes slipped close in the silence that followed, the nasty thoughts that had bubbled to the surface finally sinking back into the abyss where they belonged. Your ears pricked forward as Childe decided to speak again, letting the thoughts in his head flow out without rhyme or reason, yet done with so much practiced ease that you felt like he had said them over and over again. 

“You know, I sometimes wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You’re beautiful. Even if you gained weight, you’d still look gorgeous to me. You’re healthy and perfectly fine with just the way you are. And I’ll keep telling you and proving you wrong no matter how much you bad mouth yourself. You’re my sweet girl and nothing is going to take you away from me.”

It took you a long moment to process his words as he continued to rub his fingers along your scalp. You melted into his touch, a contented purr rumbling in your chest as your body thrummed with content. You smiled softly as you pressed your cheek into his shoulder, looking up at him with eyes just as dazed as your mind. 

“Has anyone ever told you how much of a sweet talker you are, Tartaglia?” 

He shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant roll, forcing you to move your head as you pressed closer to him. His lips brushed against the tip of your nose as he chuckled softly, the faintest hint of sparkle in the depths of his azure gaze. 

“I’m a debt collector, sweet talking is part of the deal.”

You hummed softly as you poked your fingers into his side, your fingertips tickling his ribs as you idly traced the dips of his scars. Not even that was much of a distraction as he finished lathering your hair in sweet scented shampoo, the tips of his fingers already pruning from how long you had both been soaking in the tub for. . 

“Feel a bit better?” he asked. 

You hummed in agreement. “A bit. Thank you.” 

You briefly pressed your lips to his cheek. When you pulled back, your nose crinkled. 

“I think you should wash your hair too. It smells like a battlefield.”

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

TMNT - Do Unto Others

Summary: Three times Leo put his brothers' needs ahead of himself, plus one time they put him first.

I.

Mikey was still crying, Leo noted, glancing over unobtrusively and gnawing the inside of his lip in concern.

Whenever Master Splinter managed to scavenge new playthings for his boys, the youngest was quick to snatch whichever one was most colorful and dub it his absolute favorite of all time forever and ever—only to get bored of it within a couple of days or sometimes even a couple of hours.

It’s not that he was ungrateful for what he had been given! He would just wear his attention span and his new acquisition out at a much faster rate than the others, faster than even his vivid imagination could keep up to create new scenarios.

Naturally that led him to start pestering his brothers to see if their toys were any more interesting and if they would let him borrow one. They were rarely in the mood to share, given that they were brand new (as “new” as toys rescued from the dump could be, of course), so it would usually result in a tantrum, a scrap, or both. Master Splinter’s ears would start twitching, his tail would lash and their toys would be begrudgingly traded at best, confiscated at worst.

Correction: broken at worst.

Mikey’s adoration for his new toy plane had lasted an uncharacteristic, impressive two weeks, almost two and a half. It was the cleanest of Splinter’s latest salvages by far, the chrome slightly scratched but made shiny again by Mikey’s constant buffing, and anything that didn’t shine was adorned with an array of stickers from the previous owner. Whoever they were, they had probably lost it, rather than throwing it away; it was way too cool to have been discarded willy-nilly.

Mikey was so giddy and had made such a show of the thing day in and day out that the others couldn’t help being a little envious. Was it really so wrong for them to want a turn with it?

It was all wrong now. Leo, absorbed in a critical scene of his stuffed cat tending to his Lego horse’s battle wounds, hadn’t noticed the real battle happening nearby until it was already over. All he knew for sure was that the propeller had ended up in Don’s hand, the landing gear in Raph’s, and after a few beats of stunned silence Mikey had let out an earsplitting wail as if they had just ripped off pieces of his own body.

To their credit Raph and Don had both apologized profusely but no matter how Don and Master Splinter fussed with it at the kitchen table, the plane wasn’t coming back together. And Mikey was still crying, swatting and kicking away Raph’s guilty hands every time he tried to reach out and comfort him. The fifth time was the charm, it seemed, as Raph finally accepted defeat and slunk off to sit on Master Splinter’s other side, pinning unblinking, narrowed eyes on the plane as if the intensity of his gaze would magically fix it.

Honestly Leo was surprised Mikey hadn’t run out of tears by now but considering how long his love for the plane had persisted, it probably made sense that he would mourn it even longer. How could Leo help, if he couldn’t bring it back? An old pang of guilt echoed again as he remembered the toy car he hadn’t been able to retrieve from the water for Don…but obviously the priority was to make sure Don himself was okay.

Beloved toys were nowhere near as important as making sure his brothers were okay.

Leo stilled, staring down at his stuffed cat’s soft, well-worn tail curled around one finger, and a new, sharper pang went off under his ribs.

“…Mikey? Mikey, someone’s here to make you feel better,” he ventured, the lowness of his voice revealing nothing of the lump lurking in the back of his throat as he reluctantly gingerly tucked his plush in under Mikey’s chin. Every night she slept nestled under Leo’s chin like that, string whiskers gently tickling his neck. Mikey knew as much and was clearly taken aback.

“Y-Your cat?” he warbled hesitantly.

Leo hoped the expression he put on was close to a smile. “Her name is Tama. She’s a maneki-neko; she brings fortune and protection. She’s always watched over me when I feel bad and her lucky paw makes it better.”

Leaning over, he grabbed her nearest paw and patted it against Mikey’s cheek. It bundled his stomach into a little knot to see how tears and snot promptly dripped to smear her fur but Mikey didn’t smack her away in rejection as he had Raph. Leo almost would have preferred that; he could’ve swooped her selfishly away back to his room but it was too late now. Mikey sniffled thickly, scrubbed a fist over the tearstains Tama’s paw hadn’t already soaked up and then snagged the cat by the scruff, curling tightly around her.

And that was it. She belonged to Mikey, just like that, and Leo would not spend the night or the foreseeable future crying over a toy that wasn’t his.

II.

Leo had lingered in the gray haze between waking and sleeping longer than was particularly comfortable, an ear trained on the door for any atypical noises. Nothing yet. About two hours had passed since official bedtime but he probably ought to wait just a little longer, just in case.

Already sore from training, his limbs had gone stiff from staying poised and ready. He could guesstimate another fifteen, maybe twenty minutes went by before he decided it was safe. Heaving a deep sigh of what may or may not have been relief, he allowed himself a big, sluggish stretch under the covers. Even that one move had his body feeling all leaden and tingly; he would just have to put up with how hot his pillow had become with his breathing, if only because he was too heavy with half-sleep to even consider sitting up to flip it.

Warm. In…and out. Gradually his breaths slowed and deepened, the rise and fall of a tide washing him out of the waking world. He was floating on a meandering current, one leg twitching a little with an instinct to paddle—

And then his door creaked laboriously open, a crack through which the gentle waters drained away, leaving his eyes dry and raw as he pried them back to half-mast. The peace was a fluke.

“…Leo? A-Are you awake?”

It was the same tremulous, regretful whisper he’d heard the past five nights. It would be so easy to just say nothing, keep breathing deeply and pretend he was still out to sea until Donnie gave up, but Master Splinter had often said the easy way wasn’t always the right way.

The easy way had never been an option for Donnie. He had always slept fitfully, struggling to turn off for the night, and even when he got his conscious mind to settle down, his subconscious wasn’t as kind. When they were little, he had nightmares and night terrors alike with such regularity that when all the others got their own bedrooms, he put it off and stayed behind in Master Splinter’s for another month. Raph had ribbed him about it a couple of times but Don was less concerned with the others’ opinions and more worried about making Splinter travel any greater distance to help, even if it was just a couple doors down. He was already embarrassed, guilty for this thing he couldn’t control; he didn’t want to be an inconvenience too when Splinter already did so much to comfort him.

As they grew and got the hang of meditation to calm the mind, Don’s nighttime disturbances were fewer and farther between but they never really stopped. He just…put up with them when they came until he couldn’t anymore. The reluctance to bother their father must have stuck somewhere, because last week he had sleepwalked not to Splinter’s room but to Leo’s.

On one hand Leo was kind of flattered. Even Don’s subconscious instincts knew he could turn to Leo when he was scared. On the other hand, comforting him was a challenging all-night process. When or if he actually managed to coax him back down, Donnie would usually end up tossing and turning and talking in his sleep. Even if his mumblings were nonsensical, Leo had learned the hard way that if no one answered, he might slip into yet another nightmare that his family was gone, that he was alone.

As long as Leo lived, alone was the one thing his little brothers would never—could never be. Don had lived with this overactive brain his whole life and already felt so bad about it. Leo couldn’t feel nearly as bad with his mere handful of sleepless nights and he wasn’t about to make Don feel even worse.

“Yeah, I’m awake,” he murmured, blinking as hard as he could to bring moisture back into his eyes. His head swam and his arms trembled but eventually he managed to push himself mostly upright and let his hands list open for the incoming body. “Come here, Donnie. It’s okay.”

He croaked apologies every step of the way but the shame didn’t stop him from coming, burying his face in Leo’s plastron, fingers digging uncomfortably into his ribs as he clung to him to be sure he was real. Leo breathed shallowly, just enough to hum in sympathy as Don miserably recounted his dream. No matter how late it was, he always wanted to talk through it step by step; voicing these dark thoughts got them out of his head, if only temporarily.

Never mind that such detailed descriptions embedded them in Leo’s head. Donnie didn’t need to know. He needed Leo to trace mindless patterns back and forth across his shell like clockwork, like a watch swinging to hypnotize him into getting sleepy. He needed him to keep it up until he dozed, pay attention if he started to stir, protect him from any other shadows that may try to creep in before morning.

Good protectors didn’t become the best by taking nights off when they were needed. This was the right thing to do.

III.

“Well, you got what you wanted, eh, Raph? Here we are, right in the middle of the action!” Leo snapped, jamming the hilt of his sword into the nearest Purple Dragon’s face. “Is it everything you ever hoped for? Are you happy now?”

“Happier than I woulda been stickin’ to your plan!” Raph assured with a smile more like a snarl as he took control of the chain one of the other goons wielded and lassoed it around his throat. “I’m actually bein’ proactive here, tryin’ to get these guys off the streets! You woulda had us sittin’ back and spinnin’ on our shells while they got away with hostages!”

“Decoys!” Leo shot back incredulously as one of said “hostages” proved it by aiming a crowbar at his head. The shrill, discordant deflection of steel on steel further punctuated the point.

“Okay, and I was s’posed to know that how? I ain’t a mind reader!”

“No, but if you actually had the patience to observe the enemy for more than two seconds before throwing yourself at them, you might learn something! We’re clearly outnumbered!”

“Hey, feel free to make one of your cute little ‘tactical retreats’ if you think you can’t take it! I can clean up the rest of ’em myself!”

Biting back an irritated growl that felt a little Raph-like, Leo roundhouse kicked the next incoming enemy with more force than was strictly necessary and then did make a tactical retreat of a few steps just to recenter. And Raph, noting as much in his peripheral vision, actually had the gall to laugh. He wouldn’t have to be a mind reader to sense the storm of curses swirling in Leo’s head right now; he was obviously loving it, knowing the frustration and teasing put Leo off his game.

Calm down, concentrate, control, rise above.

No matter how seamlessly they continued to bicker as attackers charged blindly in and hurtled limply out, this wasn't a game. The Purple Dragons may not pose as much of a threat as the Foot but on the off chance he and Raph needed backup, Don and Mikey had split off on a different route several blocks away. They may be preoccupied with a fight of their own. Mikey may be goofing off while Don struggled to corral him. Don may have his head in the clouds while Mikey didn’t bother to corral him. Whatever the cause, every second counted and they may not get here in time to assist.

That may be on Leo. Those hypothetical problems, much less the real problem before him, probably wouldn't have happened if he had just partnered up with Don instead.

Judging by the way his brother froze for a full beat, Leo may have accidentally proffered that idea aloud. Oh, shell.

A wise man once said comparison was the thief of joy; a wise turtle knew comparison was the thief of Raph’s ever-fragile composure.

The Dragons fell in the face of his brute strength much faster when he was single-minded in taking his hurt out on them but single-mindedness wasn’t all that separate from tunnel vision. His attention was skewed and that was definitely on Leo. His form was sloppy, he had disconnected from anything happening in the world beyond his angry bubble—anything like, say, a gun leveled at him from behind.

Raph was right. No time for further observation, no time for elaborate plans. Every second counted.

“Get down!” Leo was already in the air as he shouted it, white heat tearing through his upper arm as he tucked his brother’s head out of the line of fire and rolled with him across the asphalt.

“Leo!” Raph’s yelp of alarm was drowned out by the hammering of Leo’s heart in his ears, every pulse beating blood onto the pavement to the tune of reckless relief. Better me than you, better me than you, better me than you.

It was the push Raph needed. He’d bragged that he could clean up the rest of them on his own and he lived up to his word. They would be off the streets just like he wanted, Leo mused, taking in the carnage through a dizzying field of stars in his eyes. Are you happy now?

He didn’t look happy by the time he returned, hands trembling (not from fear, never from fear; it must be excess adrenaline) as he wrapped them around the entry wound, both to apply pressure and to give Leo a vicious, disorienting shake of reproach. Leo hissed faintly but let him have it.

“What the shell d’you think you were doin’?!”

“Being…proactive. Jumping right in like my…my trusted lieutenant is always telling me.”

Raph swallowed with difficulty, gaze falling to the blood seeping between his fingers, but when he eventually glanced back up there was a crooked half smile lurking around the corner of his mouth.

“Trust you not to pull it off as well as I do, Fearless.”

His head was still intact for that smile and the nickname had no real bite. Leo could grin valiantly back through the pain for that.

+I.

“C’mon, Leo, you’ve been hovering all day. You already got us everything we really need; we’ll be fine just chilling for a couple of hours,” Don reminded him for what might have been the…fifth time? Leo wasn’t really keeping count; all of the prior times, he had put it out of his mind as soon as Don finished speaking.

“Brother-hens are gonna hen, Donnie. It’s easier not to fight it,” Mikey pointed out, humming in pleasant surprise as he nestled into the freshly washed blanket Leo draped over his shoulders. “I for one don’t mind a little pampering to bring me safely back from death’s door.”

“Master Splinter cleared ya for light trainin’ yesterday,” Raph grumbled, followed by a few wet, gravelly coughs into his elbow. “Nngh…You’re just playin’ up the last pathetic little sniffles to hog all’a Leo’s attention.”

“Not all of it,” the eldest promised, padding around the back of the couch to unfold a blanket for him too. It wasn’t as if he was straining himself without just cause. They didn’t feel well, they wanted someone to look after them and he was right here so why not? As long as he could stand, he could be useful. So could the couch, so could the blankets. The furniture would serve as an anchor point upon which to prop himself if the rest of the room threatened to spin and the blankets would wipe off any evidence of sweaty palms before bringing comfort to his family. Wins all around. Once his job was done, he would tend to his own needs with any reserves of energy left behind.

A big brother’s job was never done, of course, but the point stood. Theoretically.

“If this is your idea of a massage, I give ya zero outta six. You’re as stiff as I am,” Raph remarked, tipping his head back toward him with a halfhearted, raspy chuckle, and Leo startled a little. He hadn’t noticed how long he’d been leaning motionless over him, hands planted on Raph’s blanketed shoulders for balance.

“W-Would that help?” he offered, hoping they would interpret the hitch of his words as an awkward voice crack rather than a suppressed, persistent prickle of the cough that had been trying to escape all afternoon.

Raph’s face screwed up in bewilderment. Watching it happen upside down did something odd to Leo’s depth perception. “What? Nah, bro, it was a joke. I don’t need any manhandlin’.” He couldn’t help but squirm, rolling his shoulders against Leo’s touch. “Ugh, ’specially not when your hands are so warm.”

“…Leo,” Don sighed, his disapproval clear even through the congestion as he wrangled himself out of his own blanket nest, unraveling Leo’s hard work in seconds. (Since when had pillows and blankets become hard work?)

“Wait, wait, wait, Donnie, don’t get up! Y-You need rest—”

“And you need to sit down before you fall down so come sit with us.”

“I’m fine, really.”

“Then you won’t mind if I just check somethin’ real quick.” Before he could withdraw, one of Raph’s hands snaked out and back to grab his forearm. Then he too was twisting out of his carefully crafted, comfortable position to get a more accusatory angle on him. “Leo,” he echoed Don’s displeasure much more sternly. “You’re a burnin’ liar. Mikey, fork over that cold cloth.”

Leo sputtered, pulling against Raph’s hold; every point of contact with his fingers dully ached. “Hey, I’m not going to leech off whatever you guys need to make a full recovery.”

“It’s okay, bro, we both know it was mostly for posterity at this point,” Mikey cut him off sheepishly as he approached, patting Leo’s shoulder and then promptly wincing at the feverish heat. “Geez! You definitely need it more than I do.”

“All I need is to know you guys are taken care of, that’ll make me feel better than any—”

He wasn’t expecting Raph’s grip to give way on the next tug. Swaying wildly back, he nearly buckled when the world smeared in the opposite direction. Even as Mikey hastily steadied him, everything else continued to bob up and down amidst a blur of fluttering spots.

Alright. Well. That was fine. He was fine. He had managed to stay on his feet despite it, after all, which meant he could still take care of everything.

“Has it occurred to you yet that we never asked you to?” Don’s voice was rueful yet gentle.

They shouldn’t have to ask.

“We shouldn’t have to drag ya over the back of the couch while you’re half passed out either but here we are,” Raph huffed beside him.

Wait, beside him? On the couch? Blinking the fuzz from his vision, Leo did a bleary double take. Turns out he was not in fact on his feet anymore as he had supposed (as he was supposed to be) but tensing to get back up set off a bone deep shiver and then a rattling cough that had Raph hooking an arm—and half of his blanket—around his neck in solidarity.

“Aww,” Mikey cooed, having claimed the overseer position at the back of the couch to pat his shell. “See, isn’t that better? Snug as a bug in a rug—and not the leechy kind of bug. You, leeching off us? Really? Where’d you get that idea?”

Leo didn’t really get a chance to walk his words back, defend or excuse them, as Don promptly loomed to offer a well-timed, affectionate scritch to the crown of his head, as if to rub the notion right out of his brain. He hadn’t even noticed the pressure headache that had built up until it was being addressed but dang it, it was the same tactic Leo himself used to make Don take a break from equations. How dare he turn it against him?

Although he was now learning firsthand why it worked nine times out of ten. The tension behind his eyes was draining, leaving his lids heavy and the world comfortably dim.

“I-I wasn’t done…” he mumbled, unsure now what the rest of his to-do list had entailed.

“You are now,” Raph informed him firmly.

“I’ll tell you the same thing I just told Don: it’s easier not to fight it,” Mikey claimed.

But easy wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to…It wasn’t his job to…

“We’re good, Leo. We’re okay. We’ll rest a lot easier knowing you’re resting too.” And from Donnie, ever infamously restless, that meant something. He sounded so earnest; they all did.

Maybe he could take it easy for just a couple of minutes, if they were sure that’s what they wanted.

And if a couple of minutes really meant he slept until dinnertime, none of them begrudged him that—least of all the wise, weathered old cat plush Mikey had tucked against his neck to hold the cool compress in place.

[weirdoldstans]

I don't send as many asks as I want to because when I try to think of how to say things I end up just imagining scenarios for 10 minutes and then leaving because idk how to put it so I'm just gonna make a bulleted list

- Ford needs a teething ring. He keeps chewing on things and he doesn't wanna chew on his paci and break it but he needs to gnaw on things it's just so relaxing. He uses these even when he's not in baby mode, helps him focus.

- Stanley gets in trouble for baby reasons Ford gets in trouble for trying-to-be-an-adult reasons and I love that sm, Stanley gets in trouble for peeing on his bear, Ford gets in trouble for pulling down his diaper to face fuck his brother without Papa's permission. I'm obsessed with them

- "Drooling 👀" I say into the mic. Only one person claps, it's me

- I just fully believe in stimtoy stanley propaganda. Sometimes Ford just needs to be hugged really tight and he'll cry until he is, Stanley rocking him gently in his lap and humming just enough Ford can feel it. Ford is also going to poke and prod at his brother at every opportunity

NICE

ford with a teething ring…cuuute…getting hugged so so tight to soothe him…CUUUTE…

GOSH, now i wanna think about ford getting in trouble for trying to be a grownup reasons- sexual AND not

touching himself without daddy’s permission…trying to use the toilet instead of his diaper…refusing to be babied (but not safewording)…

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Oh my fucking godddd I just had the funniest thought ever 😭you know how u were talking about satoru and his cuteness aggression earlier….. him biting ur cheeks n stuff…. What about reader with cuteness aggression. This is even funnier if reader is nowhere NEAR as strong as stsg because I’m just imaging like. Squishing satorus cheeks and staring at him with heart eyes then suddenly blurting out “toru you’re so cute :)) I literally want to strangle you :D” because he’s probably like??? Twice your height + size and the literal strongest sorcerer, there’s no WAY you could kill him even if you wanted to <//333 or or or just chomping his bicep out of nowhere. I’m not gonna lie he would probably just let you <//333 silly little loser. Would probably compare you to a chihuahua I’m not gonna lie 😭😭 like yes you just bit him!!!!! And yes he thinks it’s cute why wouldn’t he!!! just coos at you when u try and chew on him. He’s so frustratingly charming and funny and and and <///333 but I think. This is equally as funny with sugu because satoru is so lovesick that he really does not care how you show your affection he just thinks it’s a cute n silly part of ur character <333 just makes him swoon even more. But sugu i think would be equally fine with it deep down but jokingly judge you a bit depending on his mood. Like if u try biting his arm or saying something like “you’re so beautiful I’m going to beat u up ❤️❤️❤️” he just 🤨🤨🤨 “that’s not very nice.” (Doesn’t mean he’s gonna stop u doing it tho) LMFAOOOO but like…. Maybe when he’s a little sleepier or feeling a bit more gentle he just. (gently) cups/pinches ur cheeks 😞 tilts ur head up to look at him and just gently chuckles n shakes his head n says something like how he’s gonna have to muzzle you if u keep trying to eat him 💔💔💔 maybe his tone is a little condescending….. in a mommy way,, (lovingly) (jokingly) lectures you as if you’re a teething toddler that just keeps biting and chomping on everything. 😭😭 pats ur hair and smooths his hand down the back of ur head while he does it….. ok I’m going insane. my silly little babies. My angels. I need to bite their man boobs I mean what who said that !!!!!!!!!!

— stsg anon 👽👽👽 (alien version)

STSG ANON (alien version) MY SAVIOR……….. it’s crazy how the stsg hivemind works bc i was literally JUST thinking abt biting their arms

YOU’RE INSANEEEE (EXTREMELY affectionate) THIS IS SO . 😵‍💫😵‍💫 they’re so…… this is the realest thing EVER 2 me btw. reader w cuteness aggression!!!! they’re me!!!!!!!! i know you understand stsg anon but likeee who wouldn’t want to gnaw at their bones a bit……. maybe shake them around…….. they’re just so gorgeous and cute </3 how is a girlie (gn) to resist </3 </3 </3

i hope you realize how up my alley this is i started jumping and cheering when i saw it you really do know me and them better than anyone else… THEY WOULD ABSOLUTELY INDULGE YOU. ohhhh satoru would love it sm 😭😭😭 i think being called cute would fluster him a bit at first bc he just. isn’t used to it at alllll but he’s such a sucker for it…… he’s so strong your biting wouldn’t hurt him at all so i really do think he’d just let you go wild. chew at his chest all you want stsg anon he’ll simply chuckle and ruffle your hair <333

AND SUGU 😭😭😭😭😭 WAHHHHH I CRIED I SOBBED……… so real abt him jokingly judging you he literally becomes the 🤨 emoji personified (but on the inside he’s just ☺️)……. “that’s not very nice.” OHHH STSG ANON MY STSG WHISPERER the way you’re literally psychologically linked w them…… he would say that word for word w one single raised eyebrow and a barely contained smile and i would explode into pieces 💔💔💔 aaaa and the eepy gentle sugu 🥺🥺 tilting your head up n pinching your cheek…….

just gently chuckles n shakes his head n says something like how he’s gonna have to muzzle you if u keep trying to eat him 💔💔💔 maybe his tone is a little condescending….. in a mommy way,, (lovingly) (jokingly) lectures you as if you’re a teething toddler that just keeps biting and chomping on everything. 😭😭 pats ur hair and smooths his hand down the back of ur head while he does it…..

needed to copy+paste this bc i . do Not have the words to explain how crazy it made me. r you out to get me stsg anon…. was this your plan all along……. 😞😞 AAAARRGHHHHH I’M . NOT OKAY. NOT THE MOMMY!SUGU AGENDA PLS WARN ME NEXT TIME I ALMOST EXPLODED 😭😭😭😭 HHH THE COOING CONDESCENSION………. jokes abt needing to MUZZLE you……….. (ari has been found dead in a ditch) thank you for my life stsg anon thank you for existing thank you for blessing me w your giant brain i truly don’t deserve you . gna think about this all day 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

no but :((((( insanity aside!!! i adore this concept,.. it’s so sweet and cute and they would just eat it up!!! they’re soooo indulgent and adoring and i think they’d feel so oddly loved every time they feel you gnawing at their bicep 😭😭 they just think you’re the cutest thing!!!!

[fingersinmyhair]

11 from the random dialogue list with Mark Hoffman please :D

(Also I just found your blog and I love it sm)

(((Ahh thank you so much!!! I’m so happy you enjoy it :3 I hope you enjoy this as well!

You rounded the chair, eyeing the man in front of you. He attempted to turn his head, wanting his eyes to follow you and failing as you circled him. His arms were tied before his back in an elbow harness, his throat adorned with rope as well.

You trailed your fingers over his shoulder, tracing down his arm and humming softly, making your way down his arm, tickling his side and watching him jerk, listening to him gasp. His cheeks were flushed with need, warm and pink for you.

You dropped to your knees, intending on teasing him with your mouth through his pants for another several minutes, a wet spot already formed where you’d mouthed through the fabric and felt him twitch and jerk beneath it. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair, gruffing a needy noise from above you as you licked along the line of his aching cock.

“Mm?” You hummed, looking up at him and smirking at the sight. His hair had long since fallen out of place and he was looking at you with faux contempt, “Are you pouting? Is that any way to get what you want?”

“I just want your mouth,” he admitted, shifting in the chair as your hand pushed up between his thighs, squeezing his dick gently, listening to him swallow a noise.

“Beg.”

He stared at you and you were scared the contempt he held for you in that moment could have been real. It burned hot behind his eyes, masking embarrassment.

“Well, if you can’t beg, I can’t fuck you with my mouth,” you shrugged, putting your hands on his thighs and using it as leverage to stand up.

“No! No, I mean- Don’t go, I’ll… I’ll do it,” he promised, the smallest amount of panic in his voice that you weren’t bluffing. He was so hard it hurt.

You stayed standing where you were and crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow, “Well?”

His face was pink, a pink you’d only ever seen when he was forced into situations like this, where you made him beg, grovel for it.

“I - I need your mouth. Please, please,” he urged softly, eyeing you carefully and gauging your reaction. You dropped to your knees again, mouthing through his pants as you listened to him. You traced circles with your tongue, applying pressure up the line of the side of his cock.

“Please- Fuck,” he begged softly. You shook your head, baring your teeth and running the line of them up his cock gently, carefully, through the fabric. He gasped and jerked.

“Fuck. Fuck, do that again… Please,” he choked softly. You perked an eyebrow, gnawing your teeth up the side of his cock with a little more pressure and listening to him gasp sharply. You could feel him blurting precut even under the layers of fabric restraining his dick.

You unbuttoned his jeans finally, his reaction gearing you up. You needed him in your throat, post-haste.

Ignoring the opportunity to tease him further, you swallowed him down, taking all of him in one fell swoop and feeling him jerk his hips up for you so hard it scooted the chair and gagged you around him.

You’d be using your teeth to your advantage much more.

[godza]

hi >w< for your ask game.. mairuma please -w-

yayyyyyy!!!

iruma: bi bigender genderfluid. bi squared. and polyamorous too cant forget that. i love when he has terrible coping mechanisms. the series plays his childhood off for laughs a lot but i wanna see more of it in his actions. i love him sm i cant think of any particular hcs for him i just want him to he happy. tucking him into bed and making a tiny night cap for ali

azz: gay nonbinary. demon gender is real loose he doesnt gaf. i dont see him and clara as romantic its more of a ride or die more than besties situation. like theyre dating in a way but azz is still gay. ykwim. hes so warm all the time iruma and clara use him like a space heater. during winter theyre all up in his business inside his coat. the rest of the class wants to join too but iruma fell asleep and azzazz doesnt wanna wake him by adding more demons to the pile. i love calling him azzazz i will not call him by his full name its too formal ive seen this guy at his worst

clara: shes def unlabelled and doesnt care enough to think about it but shes bi and cis plus. girl with a little bit of animal in there. she gnaws on iruma and azzazzs arms like theyre chew toys. but gently. it feels kinda nice iruma likes it when she does it its like a little massage. gets a little gross though sometimes. sometimes she asks azzazz to pick her up spin her around and throw her. she loves it so much. azzazz is worried he'll throw her too hard or she'll land bad but she always gets back up and yells again!!!! shes made of rubber

elizabetta is a lesbian. please osamu nishi where is she i miss her so bad its like i havent seen her since the music festival. tbh i kinda tuned out druing heartbreakers arc i greatly dislike keroris little sister. this will not be a harem manga!!!

[quiveringdeer]

blorbo bingo: kirishima, all might! also ochako because i love her sm

GAAAAAH My babies!! Thank you for sending them in!!

Kiri gets my fave color cause he's my fave. Also I don't super understand the "chew toy" one and wanted to pick it for him but simultaneously it didn't feel right? He's my babe. I would gnaw him nip him gently but not chew, persay. Also I love him portrayed by the creators I follow but feel like he gets hella mischaracterized by some people.

Toshi! My husband!!

Almost bingo again! But I feel like Hori understand Toshinori very well and we're on that same level of understanding!

Ochako! Queen!

Just like Kiri I feel like Ochako tends to be a scapegoat of awful mischarterization, especially to prop up certain ships. I love when she's done justice!

[tojisun]

the way you write toji just makes me feel so warm n fuzzy inside:(( like cuddling a teddy bear:(( waaaahhhhh wanna give him smooches:((

omg thank you sm!! 🥹🫶🏼 this is such a huge compliment <33

no because i just want to make toji gentle even with his ragged edges and sharp corners; open even with his built walls; loving even when he himself grew up loveless.

he deserves to be loved, yes. but he deserves to love too. he deserves a healthy and loving relationship, and many kind things!!!

(also, im absolutely smitten with him so i always end up projecting my desire for overflowing affection on him 😭)

like:

ღ latching yourself to toji’s side like an octopus whenever you two lay on the bed. it always makes him laugh, his shoulders shaking and the laughter spilling from his throat like deep rumbles, and you press your face on his shoulder to hide your growing smile. it’s useless though because toji can feel your lips stretching over his skin and he can feel the faint tremors of your stifled laughter, and his heart swells because wow. wow. toji never thought that he’d get to enjoy a quiet and domestic afternoon like this. but here he is, with you, letting the hours crawl by. and toji would not like it any other way.

ღ picking flowers with toji :((( when you told him that you wanted to “get flowers,” he didn’t think that you meant physically plucking them from the soil at the local flower farm. so there he is, using a crumpled take-out bag as a substitute for a basket to hold the flowers that you’ve plucked while you weave past strangers, casting fleeting looks behind you to check if toji’s still on your tail. he is. it’s not like toji would ever let you stray away from his eyes.

“having fun, kid?” toji asks when you finally amble back beside him, sagging in exhaustion and using his side to prop yourself up. toji’s arm wraps around your waist to support you, gently coaxing you to rest your head on his shoulder.

“yeah,” you reply, peering up at him. “thanks again, toji.”

toji bends down and kisses your forehead. “of course.”

ღ going out for breakfast with toji in the corner diner, at 05 am, because you two were having a terrible night — you two have had your arguments here and there, and every one of them always left toji feeling unsure all of a sudden; always had him asking himself, “would they leave me now?” even though he himself knows that you are not cruel like that — and neither of you two were able to sleep well so a very early morning breakfast it is.

the silence officially breaks when toji slides his cup of coffee to you. “want a sip, baby?”

you nod, softly sniffling. “yeah,” you say, your voice wavering.

toji’s heart clenches, and so he decides: to hell with it, and he stands up from his seat to slide beside you. your shoulders tense ever so slightly, and toji murmurs an apology before slowly pulling you into his arms.

“i’m sorry,” toji repeats. “i’m really sorry.”

you shake your head, your arms coming up to wrap around toji as well. “i’m sorry too,” you whisper.

you two hug each other tighter for a few more moments before slowly straightening back up and returning to picking at your breakfast. toji watches as you sip on his coffee and softly smiles at you when you slide the cup to him again.

you two will spend the rest of the day making up to each other, and, like always, it shuts up the gnawing turmoil in toji’s heart.

(and in yours too.)

[kaeyazuha]

“I need to get you warm. I know you’re tired, but I can’t let you sleep, okay? Just stay with me, stay with me—” + Romantic with Tighnari (happy ending? Maybe?)

Also the amount of angst in the list is astronomical and I'm all for it ✋

Thank you sm!! Feel free to ignore 💚

; Sorry for the wait, I hope you like it!

; 11/24/22

; Angst-ish/Ambiguous Ending

; CW: blood/injury mentions and descriptions, cursing

It’s cold.

The sun burned your eyes, feeling like hot coals sinking into your skin; yet, you felt cold under its light. Mustering what little strength you had left, you looked upwards towards the cliff’s edge that seemed to taunt you. It appeared sturdy, but the lush grass and lovely flowers acted as a diversion as the unsteady rock collapsed and left your weight to gravity’s will, and left you to fall freely into the wind that once caressed your skin so gently.

You almost wanted to laugh at this turn of events had it not been for the crushing pain in your chest, and the uncomfortable stick of your own blood against your back. Tighnari had previously asked you to refill his medicinal herbs as he attended to patients back in his hut, and you happily obliged. He just needed a few lunar lotus’, but you found yourself wandering in the fields- you were here, it was here, why not find some more flowers?

What an idiot.

You mentally chided yourself, finding nothing else to do as you found yourself unable to move. Your spine was on fire, every pitiful cough tasted like blood, and the uncomfortable numbness in your legs rendered you too terrified to look down. For a while, you looked for ways to get back. To call for help. To do anything but lay here and feel sorry for yourself. But alas, nature laughed at you once more when your phone lay useless several feet away from your unmoving hands. At this point, when the moon slowly overtook the sun and the clouds floated freely amidst the moonlight, you couldn’t help but cry. Cry at the pain, at the utter hopelessness you felt, from the anger that bubbled in your heart, and at the prospect that you might not go home tonight; or ever, really.

“(Y/N)!!” Your ears perked up. “(Y/N)!!” There it was again, and you forced yourself to turn your head towards the sound of the familiar voice. However, you came to regret that decision when your vision started to fade to black. Perhaps from the blood loss, or perhaps from the sheer relief that came from seeing those familiar ears perking over the bushes. The familiarity of the situation brought a smile to your face.

“Down here,” You rasped. “You big lummox…”

It was a shame you passed out just then, for you missed the most heartbreaking cry from your lover. He choked back a scream, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation at all. Instead, he tripped over himself trying to safely slide down the cliff to you. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he mentally noted that you would be laughing your ass off at the faceful of grass he just took on a normal day-- and that thought only made him panic more. The sight of you laying in a crimson pool forced a pit into his stomach, but he persevered nonetheless. “Collei, down here!” Tighnari yelled out as he tucked his arms under your legs in order to hoist you onto his back, as it was easier and safer to carry you this way.

She tossed the rope ladder over the side of the cliff, ensuring it was secure before giving him the go-ahead. “Are they alright?!” She inquired, gnawing on her lower lip while watching him climb the ladder one-handed (he used his tail for extra balance). 

Immediately starting the trek back to his hut, Tighnari glanced back at you who laid almost lifelessly upon his shoulder. “Archons, I hope so."

Somewhere along the walk, you came to. The gentle smell of essential oils, spices, and pressed flowers mixed with the iron-laced scent of your blood and you wrinkled your nose at the unflattering combo. “Tighnari…?” You felt him flinch as he held you, and he turned around so fast it almost scared you.

“(Y/N).” He breathed out, clearly relieved, but his breath hitched again when he saw your eyes start to drift once more. “I need to get you warm. I know you’re tired, but I can’t let you sleep, okay?” You tried to nod, but found his voice sounding farther and farther away with every second that passed. “Just stay with me, stay with me—” But you were already out, head falling limp against his shoulder once more.

“Damn it, come on-” If possible, he walked faster, and faster, until his legs hurt- he felt you pressing into his still-sore lightning wound, sweat caused his clothes to uncomfortably stick to his skin, but hell if he cared. Collei followed somewhere behind him, but he trusted her to make it back fine. Right now, he was more focused on you. His heart raced in a panic when he could no longer feel your stuttered breaths against his back, when his shoulder started feeling cold where your head rested. But, his shoulders slumped a bit at the relief of seeing the familiar statue of the seven, he was almost there. “(Y/N),” He muttered, a weary smile on his lips. 

“We’re home.”

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[biggest-stupidhead]

So I was wondering if I could request something like Levi x reader where they get into an argument right before a expedition. The reader gets hurt on that expedition and Levi feels guilty. Kinda thinking angst and a bit of fluff at the end c:

I loved writing this sm! thanks for sending it in anon!

Summary: You grapple with Levi before a stressful mission.

Word Count: 2.3K

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"Behave yourselves and enjoy this 'cause it cost the corps two months worth of our budget!" The chef announced as plates of meat were uncovered in front of the soldiers. Your mouth watered as you watched Hange slice the thick slabs of meat on the platter.

"Worth every penny." She hummed as she slapped a piece onto her plate. Levi rolled his eyes and looked up at Erwin, who was sat across from him. You elbowed him and shot him a dazzling grin.

"Lighten up cap, it's not often that we get to enjoy this stuff."

"It'll likely be the last for most." Levi grunted and your grin fell from your lips.

"So macabre." Hange snickered as she gnawed on a piece of meat.

"It's the truth." Levi's cold eyes were locked on Erwin who nodded in agreement.

"Well I plan on savoring it." You quipped, popping a piece into your mouth and chewing it dramatically. Levi scoffed and crossed his arms, ignoring his full plate.

"-Sasha! That's my hand!" Jean cried out, you had to cover your mouth in a futile attempt at hiding your amusement. Sasha had her teeth sank into his hand as Connie desperately tried to pry her from Jean.

"Sasha! Don't make me knock you out!" Connie pleaded as he caught her in a choke hold.

"Damn kids." Levi growled, as he glared at the teens from across the room.

"They're having fun! You should try it sometime." Hange kicked Levi under the table and you chuckled around another mouthful of food.

"I'm good." Levi's lip curled in disgust as Sasha was wrestled to the ground, the two boys finally subduing her.

"They're young, let them figure it out themselves." You assured him, gently resting a hand on his elbow. His eyes softened for a fraction of a second at this. Your touch was fleeting before your hand fell onto the bench between the two of you. He sighed loudly, finally grabbing his fork and picking at his potatoes.

The atmosphere was warm and made you feel so...whole. Even if you knew that Levi was right, tonight was likely the last time you and your comrades would dine together. But even if that was the case, you would be grateful for this happy memory. The peace was short lived however. Jean and Eren broke out into a fist fight, a rather pitiful one at that.

Within a few short minutes, the two were a sweaty mess, both huffing and staggering as they held their fists up. Levi got to his feet and stalked towards them, a deep scowl etched on his face.

With only two blows, the pair was on the floor, clutching their stomachs as Levi towered over them.

"Go to bed." He ordered. Jean vomited and Levi's lip curled in disgust.

"And clean that shit up." He added curtly as the dining hall murmured, recovering from the excitement. Sasha whimpered from her post as she struggled against her binds, feet kicking loudly against the wooden floors. As the soldiers filed out of the room, you made your way to her to free her. She sighed in relief as the gag was pulled off her mouth and the ropes slashed.

"Thanks miss." She gushed as she rolled her tense wrists.

"Don't mention it." You smiled as you reached into your pocket and passed her a loaf of bread.

"Did I mention how much I love you?" She grinned as she accepted the food and dove in for a hug.

"Actually, I don't think that you have." You giggled as she began eating the bread behind your shoulder as she hugged you.

"mf, well I sure do!" She exclaimed around a full mouth.

"You'd better go catch up with the others." You suggested with a firm pat on her back. She stood and jogged out of the dining hall, half eaten loaf in hand.

"You're too soft with them." Levi scolded from the doorway. You waved him off as you joined him, walking side by side out of the large room.

"They need it." You assured him, gently brushing your shoulder against his.

"The last thing they need is to be coddled." Levi argued.

"Levi, I think that sometimes you forget that they're fifteen." You paused outside of his office, leaning against the threshold as he unlocked the door.

"I haven't forgotten." He mumbled as he pushed the door open.

"Okay." You rolled your eyes, brushing off his especially sour mood.

"Don't you have formation plans to look over?" He asked as you followed him into his office.

"I thought we could go over them together." You shrugged, dropping down onto his couch.

"I'm not looking at them now."

"Then why should I be? Do you think I can't comprehend a simply formation we've used for years?" You were half teasing, but there was only so much crap you could take from him.

"Sometimes it seems that way." He agreed, falling into his desk chair. Your eyes narrowed and the food that had felt so good in your stomach moments before seemed too heavy.

"Why are you extra shitty tonight?" You asked even though you knew the answer. He always got moody the days leading up to missions.

"I think you know why." He looked up from his papers to shoot you a pointed glare.

"You need a nap." You attempted to rein in the easy banter, but Levi was persistent.

"I need you to get the fuck out of my office." His words stung, and you barely caught the hurt expression before it crossed your face.

"I'll see you in the morning." You said as you stalked across the small room and out of the door, closing it softly behind you. Levi groaned once he was sure you wouldn't hear him, his head hit his desk hard as he tried to fight off the migraine that had been creeping up on him since dinner.

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As promised, the next morning he saw you. Or rather, he caught glimpses of you as you readied your horse and helped the younger soldiers make last minute preparations. The day ahead was going to be long and taxing. Mostly comprised of traveling out of the safety of the walls. Erwin had allowed for just enough time for the scouts to travel, timing it just so their departure from the gates would be well after sunset.

His morning was shittier than usual, Hange had been annoying, and Erwin had been stubborn as ever, continuing to dismiss his lack of an arm and insisting on joining the corps on the mission. So when you didn't brush up against him and crack one of your shit jokes during the long ride, he knew that he had royally fucked things up.

He still hadn't spoken to you when the lifts hoisted the scouts over the wall and into titan territory, or when the lanterns were the only light that guided them through thick trees.

When the first rays of sunlight fell onto the abandoned city of shiganshina, you stood stoically beside Hange and Moblit. He had missed his window, now it was time to focus on the mission. He could only hope that both himself and you survived.

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As the morning wore on and the battle turned from bad to worse, you knew that chances of survival became slimmer. The only thing you could do was trust in Hange, Erwin and Armin to form a plan to defeat the Reiner and the beast titan. The colossal had yet to show his face, making you more uneasy. The small victory of bringing down Reiner was short lived as a barrel flew over the wall and the sounds of distance explosions echoed through the walls.

"Bertolt is in there!" Armin screamed as you watched the barrel fly overhead.

"What do we do!?" Connie cried as you flew through the rooftops.

"If he transforms, there will be nothing we can do!" Armin yelled over the wind. Eren's titan jogged ahead as you made your way towards the center of town.

"We have to do something!" You yelled, desperate for a solution. Luckily he didn't immediately transform, instead rushing to Reiner's side and addressing him first.

"I'm going to regroup with Hange!" You said, as Bertolt zipped towards you.

"Hurry!" Jean yelled after you as you flew away, pouring on the speed.

You reached Hange's team to find them struggling with some dysfunctional thunder spears.

"(Y/n)! I'm glad you made it! Was that Bertolt inside of there?" Moblit asked as you landed heavily on the tiled rooftop.

"Yeah, it's him. We don't have long before he transforms. We've got to get back to the kids!" You informed them and they all leapt off of the rooftop, rushing back in the direction that you had come from. You only made it about half way there before a blinding mushroom cloud and a clap of thunder overpowered your senses. Hange reached out for you, snagging your wrist. Moblit pushed the two of you down and you screamed as the blast took him in a blinding light. You and Hange fell down a well, a mess of limbs and tangled gear. You couldn't tell if it was your blood or hers as the two of you laid motionless in the shallow well.

"Hange!" Your ears rang as you shook her desperately. Her face was covered in blood, you could tell that her eye was missing already. You began clawing through your pockets in search of gauze, the taste of iron made you want to gag. With shaky hands, you wrapped her head, covering her exposed eye socket. She woke moments later, hands shooting out to grab you.

"Your face." She groaned, hand falling to rest on your chin as she slowly sat up.

"What's wrong with-" You froze mid sentence when you realized that was why you tasted blood. She dug into her own pocket and produced a needle and some suture. She sewed the large gash, which ran from the apple of your cheek to the corner of your mouth.

"We need to check for survivors." Hange grunted as she bit off the remaining suture, you nodded in agreement.

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As you stood on the rooftop staring at the two lifeless bodies, you knew immediately who had to be chosen. Hange clutched Mikasa to her chest as the girl cried, tears running off her pale cheeks.

"Levi." You whimpered, his bloodied face turned, eyes wild and tortured.

"Get back, I'm giving the serum to Erwin." He ordered. Floch hauled Eren away from Armin, who's charred skin smoked in the late afternoon sun.

"You can't." You cried, tears stinging the wound on your cheek.

"I will." Levi growled.

"Now leave!" He pulled the syringe out of the case and filled it with the opaque liquid and your chest squeezed painfully.

"But-" Jean's hand closed tightly around your bicep as he began pulling you towards the edge of the roof.

"Let's go." Jean's voice was strangled, and you realized that all of you felt this loss deeply. He needed you to be an adult here, needed some reassurance. So you leaned into him and allowed him to pull you off of the roof, wrapped securely in his arms. As you hugged him and Connie a few rooftops away, the sound of a titan crashing through buildings made you look up. Levi landed near you, head hung low and empty syringe in hand.

The thin beast shoved the screaming boy down its gullet and you gasped when you saw its face. You knew it was Armin, and you felt ashamed at the surge of relief that flowed through you.

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The sun beat down on your shoulders as you sat beside Sasha on the wall. Levi and Hange had gone with Mikasa and Eren about an hour ago, leaving you in charge of the remaining kids.

"Here they come!" Connie called, pointing excitedly at the group as they used the last of their gas to scale the wall. Levi didn't bother joining the group, instead favoring to walk in the opposite direction. You rushed after him, legs pumping as you ran across the wall. You snagged his wrist and tugged on it gently.

"Levi." You had no words, only able to form his name in a raspy voice.

"I should have chosen Erwin." He said numbly, too weak to even try pulling free of your grasp.

"It's over. We reclaimed Maria. You made a hard choice, I can't say it was the right one but.." Your words failed you as he turned to face you. You had never seen him look so hopeless, lips glued into a frown and eyes searching for validation.

"You did what had to be done." You assured him as you took a step closer, the tips of your boots touching his.

"Did I?" His brows knitted together as your hand slipped into his.

"Yes. You did, you gave us a chance." You slowly leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him. You were surprised when he melted into you, his body pressed close, breath tickling the skin behind your ear. Your hands gripped the harness on his back in an attempt to ground the two of you. He sighed and breathed you in, his own hands coming to rest at the small of your back.

"We'll figure this out." You said into his neck, lips brushing the skin there unintentionally.

"I'm glad....that you survived." He said into your messy hair, which was falling from it's hold. His hand slid from the small of your back to rest between your shoulder blades.

"Me too." You let out a small laugh half sob, allowing a few more tears to slide down your cheeks.

"Let's address those shitty kids." He said as he pulled back, and you nodded, giving him a watery smile as the two of you fell into a matched pace once more.

[junicai]

what i made.

| order no. | 7/21

| summary | With a new Japanese member in their midst, Aria knows that he must be feeling homesick. So, she takes it upon herself to try to alleviate as much of it as she can.

| word count | 1.7k

| warnings | sickening fluff

| era | circa. January 2021

“Are you coming?” Aria had her phone held between her ear and her shoulder, scooping two reusable plastic bags from the countertop as she moved past. There was a small clinking sound and she paused, peering into the bag to make sure the glass containers hadn’t chipped off each other. 

Doyoung would have her head. 

Satisfied that there was no shattering, Aria moved again, snagging her coat as she pushed past in her free hand. Yuta hummed on the other end of the phone. 

“Yeah, I’m about to leave.” Aria could hear him rustling about on the other end of the line. 

“His apartment is the second one on the third floor remember - he told me Sungchan was going somewhere with Jungwoo, shopping I think?” Aria paused to think. “Anyway, he’s gone all afternoon, so Taro is alone.”

The shuffling paused on the other end of the line. “He’s been quiet with you too, right? It’s not just me?” Yuta asked. 

Aria hummed sadly. “Yeah, it’s not just you.” She pulled the door firmly closed behind her, only moving away when it signified that it had been locked with a beep. 

Living in the Dreamie dorms again had been a change. A nice change, don’t get her wrong, but for the last year she’d been spending most of her time in the 127 dorms. Now, with the Dream comeback on the horizon, she’d moved back into her old room - happy to see that the fairy lights she’d installed (meaning: stuck onto the walls with sellotape) were still functioning after she’d changed the batteries. 

“Remember how I got? Right after debut?” Aria questioned, now moving away from the doorway and into the hallway. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Aria replied. “I think he’s just gotten homesick - it happened to me, and I hadn’t been training for that long before debut.” 

“Makes sense. It’s probably harder because he’s older as well - the pressure might be getting to him.” Yuta’s voice was growing sadder, so Aria interrupted him before he himself could get down. 

“So!” She cheered, lifting up the bag of ingredients that was hanging in the crook of her arm. “We go and we cheer our last musketeer up.” 

“I told you not to call us that.” 

“Why not!” 

Aria giggled as Yuta began to list out the numerous reasons why he hated that nickname, tucking the phone into the other crook of her neck as one side began to cramp up.

She entertained the man with small hums and little rebuttals every now and then, walking out of the left apartment wing and into the right; where Shotaro and Sungchan’s apartment was located.

SM had moved their dorms into one apartment building for Mark, Aria and Donghyuck’s peace of mind. And also theirs. There had been several incidents of Donghyuck and Aria dashing down to the Dreamie dorm at one in the morning to grab something; and it was going to give their managers grey hair if something wasn’t done about it. 

Now, the larger apartment block they all lived in had two wings; the right wing, where the two 127 dorms were located, as well as Shotaro and Sungchan’s, and then the left - where the Dream dorms were. WayV was still in a separate apartment building, much to the entire group’s irritation, but it was a work in progress. 

As Aria stepped out of the elevator onto the third floor to see Yuta already standing outside Shotaro’s apartment door, she pulled her phone out from beneath her ear and hung up without warning.

She snickered at Yuta’s face when the man realized he had been hung up on, and just as he was about to click redial, she popped up behind him. 

“You were saying? Mr. Musketeer?” 

Yuta rolled his eyes. “Akari, you’re asking for it now.” 

Aria gently pushed past him, knocking twice on the door. She turned to face him afterwards, batting her eyelashes innocently. “I’m doing nothing at all- Taro! Hi!” 

Shotaro opened the door with bleary eyes, blinking at the light that blinded him slightly. The apartment behind him was dark, no lights on, and by the state of his hair Aria could infer that they’d just woken the boy up. 

“Hm? Akari?” Shotaro blinked sleepily at her. “What time is it?” 

Aria bit her lip to stop the smile growing across her face. “It’s almost two in the afternoon, Taro.” 

Shotaro blinked rapidly at that, clearing the fog of sleep from his eyes. “Oh! Is it? Sorry!” He opened the door wider, flicking on the lights after his two members walked in. 

Aria held up the two bags on her arm. “Can I put these down somewhere? I think my hand is slowly losing circulation.” 

Shotaro gestured towards the table that was partly covered in old newspapers. At a closer glance, the newspaper had a few spots of dried paint in various bright colours. She looked back to him. “Sungchan’s newest artistic endeavor go well?” 

“Yeah!” Shotaro pointed towards where an old ripped t-shirt was hanging off the back of a door - a small graphic square had been painted on in haphazard lines. “He’s really proud of it.” 

“He should be,” Yuta stepped forward to examine it further. “It’s really good.” 

Aria dropped the two bags onto the clean side of the table, rubbing her hands together to get the blood flowing back into her fingertips. “Ok!” She exclaimed, turning to face the two men. 

“I,” She began, poking herself in the chest, “Have a little surprise for the both of you.” 

Yuta’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Me?” He mouthed, pointing to himself in a question. Aria nodded.

“But! I need the kitchen to do it, so go, shoo. Get out.” She waved at the two boys, shooing them out of the kitchen.

Shotaro whined at her slightly. “But I could help?” 

“Then it defeats the purpose of a surprise, doesn’t it?” 

He opened his mouth before closing it, frowning at the ground. Aria waved at him. “Go go. I’ll be done quickly.” 

Once the two boys had disappeared into the main living room, Aria returned to the two bags on the table and slowly began to pull out the ingredients. The red bean paste that she’d made the night previous was packed away in one of Doyoung’s glass boxes for food, and she was careful to place it near the wall and out of the way of where she might knock into it. 

Dorayaki. The red bean pancake had been something she loved as a child, and Yuta held similar sentiments. She could only hope that Shotaro did as well - because at this point, it was almost a ritual for the original two Japanese members to go out and buy dorayaki when one or both of them were feeling off. 

With the filling set aside, Aria moved quickly to set up a small work station beside the hob, pulling out a mixing bowl and a whisk.

The eggs went into the bowl, followed by honey and sugar. They were stirred together quickly, combining in a matter of under a minute.

Next, came the flour, which was to be sifted in slowly. 

“Sieve, sieve.” Aria mumbled to herself, pulling open and closing drawers periodically. “Where would they keep a sieve?” 

She contemplated asking Shotaro for a minute, but ultimately scrapped that idea and chastised herself lightly. “They’re teenage boys, Akari. They’re not going to own a sieve.”

With that, she had to make do; using two forks laid over each other and pouring the flour mixture very slowly into the eggs. It was messy, and she got more flour on the counter than in the bowl, but it worked out for the most part.

Aria set the bowl aside as she turned on the electric rings, letting them heat up. The boys only had a small frying pan, that she could do nothing but pray was non-stick; and Aria winced at the thought that this might take a little bit longer than she’d hoped. 

She strained her ears for a moment, comforting herself with the fact that the two boys seemed engrossed in a conversation, and weren’t missing her presence too much for the time being. 

The mixture was poured on one by one, and gradually Aria amassed a sizeable stack of small, circular pancake shapes on the plate beside her. Then, it was only a matter of making a small mountain shape on the inside, before putting a second pancake on top - like a little hat.

She sealed the edges of each dorayaki, placing them on a plate. 

“Taro? Yuta? Do you want to come on in here?” She raised her voice, hoping that they’d hear her. 

“Yeah? What’s up?” Taro was the first to appear, his eyes curious before they caught sight of the plate held in Aria’s hands. 

His face lit up like a lightbulb, and his mouth dropped slightly. “You did not.” 

“I did.” Aria grinned. 

“Hey, look at you go little baker.” Yuta came over to snag one from the top of the plate, and had his hand batted away.

“Stop it, they’re for Taro. He gets one first.” Aria scolded, and Yuta backed away with his hands up. 

Shotaro, on his end, looked like he was about to cry. “F-for me? Really?” He gnawed at his bottom lip. 

Aria placed the plate down on the counter, moving to wrap the slightly younger boy in a hug. “Yeah, for you. Consider this your official initiation to the j-line. Very exclusive club. You’re the first member to be added since 2016.” She pulled back with a wide grin. 

Yuta joined the group hug, longer arms encircling both Shotaro and Aria where they stood. “You’re never getting rid of us now, Taro.” He teased. “We know your apartment passcode."

The trio stood quietly, smiles on all their faces until the dorayaki went cold on the plate. 

Not a single one of them cared; and if Sungchan came home to Yuta lying on the floor with Shotaro lying curled up to his left side, and Aria lying across his lap with her hand tangled in Shotaro’s - all three, fast asleep - and took a picture to send to Jungwoo for blackmail? 

Then that’s between the apartment walls, and him.