#SHHHH IT'S OKAY SHINY

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Happy pride month everyone :DD

🩷💜💙 🖤🩶🤍💜 This is my first pride month that I finally feel fully figured out and happy as myself and I couldn't be more overjoyed 💕💕 I'd always sort of sit on the sidelines taking in all the pretty art from afar since I was never entirely sure of myself or quite knew what I was, I was terrified of feeling like a fraud if I was wrong.. but I finally feel like I have all my pieces together and feel like I belong ;0; <3 I've been looking forward to this June ever since!! I'm just so happy 🩷

I wish you all a very safe and happy month!! :D I've been loving all the amazing art on my timeline already and it's only the 2nd!! I love how creative everyone gets this time of year 💕

[moondirti]

johnny wears his sense of duty like a gold-gleaming badge of honour. and if you were to ask any one of his doting relatives, they'd tell you that indeed, he's a stand-up lad. the best our clan’s got tae offer.

johnny hones his sense of duty like a sword of high-carbon steel. his brothers in arms each have a story to credit their continued survival to him. carried me out the crash site while under heavy fire. anyone else would have left me for dead.

johnny wields his sense of duty like a heat-resistant kevlar shield. that is to say, do enough good for God and He will align your interests.

the train is empty and the hour is late. any partner worth their salt would not let you be here alone under these conditions – in your condition. he thinks it says something about your lack of one. or he's just hoping; just testing the line that marks how far he's willing to go.

he's antsy in his seat across the car. his right leg jumping, and not for their jostling along the tracks. a weight like a stone grows heavy in his crotch. he itches to adjust it, to pull his cock up under his waistband. but he's also staring, has been staring, and while he doesn't think you've noticed yet, you definitely will when the strange man donning fatigues sticks his hands down his pants.

there's a level he knows not to reach for while this exposed. johnny would rather keep his reputation shiny in the eye of the public. likes the praise too much to consider damaging it, like a dog stowing his messes under the couch.

so he sits, twitching but patient. a good old boy. sniffs. rests his elbows on his knees and squeezes his legs together to slyly grind into himself. he imagines what you must smell like between those soft legs of yours, imagines rubbing his face against the gusset of your underwear to soak himself in the scent. he's no stranger to pussy, he wonders if it tastes any different. his stare flattens over your calves. he tries to gather some phantom estimate in the salivate coating his tongue.

he thumbs the latin cross pendant he wears around his neck. God answers with a particular rough shake of the train car.

having already been fixated on your bottom half, he's one of the first to notice. second to only you, of course. a surge of water gushes out between your legs, splattering across the floor to become a puddle underneath your feet. your darling little face drops, eyes blowing comically wide as your hand slaps over your mouth in disbelief. the man standing next to you stumbles away, lifting his shoes to check for any damage. an old lady tuts.

and then, silence. no one does anything but stare.

johnny jumps from his seat, jogging to hover over you.

"ye awright, hen? aww, aw, c'mon. it's okay, y'wee thing. shhhh," he helps you up out of your seat, smoothing one hand down your back and the other over your heavy belly. one look at his clothing, at the MTP print that could only mean one thing, and you're leaning your full weight into him, blinking back a barrage of tears.

"s-sor– i'm so sorry. i– i think... think that was– my water broke." you sniff, tucking your face into his side to hide from the useless muppets surrounding you. he feels a swell of pride stretching the walls of his chest. his cock hasn't stopped throbbing despite the commotion.

"naebody faults ye for it. a’natural. a blessin', aye?" he says, not before clearing his throat of the lust he's sure coats it. "have ye got a birth plan? any hospital ye've made preparations wi'?"

"n-no." you shake your head. your voice is muffled between his layers of clothing, and he notices the gooseflesh of your skin just then. he's slipping his coat off within seconds, draping it over your shoulders, then combs the sweaty baby hairs off your temple. his fingers look rough, too big, against the dewy stretch of your forehead.

"there’s one near the next station. we’ll get aff there. ah’ll stick wi' ye, bonnie. ye dinnae have tae worry aboot a thing but yersel'."

and you nod, because of course you do. he's got commitment practically tattooed right there on his arm, alongside the SAS emblem and the cursive 141 gaz made him get on a dare. and johnny peddles that sense of duty like the psyops they've been taught to watch out for — to cover up the fact that it's a commitment to the wrong thing.

(he'll stick with you, alright.)

[goosita]

something something, sucking off virgin!billy at a party—

“shhhh,” you whisper, pressing his back against the wall. you had found a secluded bedroom in the house, dragging billy inside and pressing your mouth to his. your tongue teases his own and he makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, pulling you closer by your hips.

you’d been seeing each other for a few weeks, but hadn’t ever gone past a few heated kisses. you knew billy was a virgin, something that surprised you. he was so charming and handsome, you thought surely someone would have lured him into their bed by now.

billy watches with wide eyes as you sink to your knees in front of him, undoing his pants quickly.

“baby—“

you cut him off with a look, narrowing your eyes at him. you needed him to be quiet, the walls in this home were thin and someone was bound to hear outside, even as the party carried on.

“gotta stay quiet,” you whispered. “can you do that for me?”

the room was dark, save for a single oil lamp sconce on the wall and it illuminated him beautifully in a golden glow. he nodded in understanding and exhaled slowly.

“good boy,” you whispered again, voice low. you palmed at him through his trousers, looking up at him. “can i make you cum? hm?”

billy nodded once more, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide and shiny at your question.

he was already so hard just from the way you’d kissed him, hot and filthy until his head spun. it was so easy to work him up, knowing he’d never been touched or fucked before. at least, not by anything else besides his own hand. once you tugged his pants far enough down his hips, you wasted no time in leaning in to give the head of his cock a soft, curious lick. you could hear him hiss through his teeth, and you smirked. you kept your eyes on him as you slowly dragged your tongue along the length of him, watching the way his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted into a pretty “o” shape.

billy’s cock was salty and heavy on your tongue when you took him into your mouth fully. his head dropped back against the wall making a loud, dull banging noise.

“f-fuck, sorry! sorry…” he whispered, his pretty baby blues rolling back as you took him deeper. your tongue did wicked things to the underside of him, pulling back to lap at the slit slowly. you took one of his hands and guided it to your hair as you sucked him, encouraging him to pull.

and pull he did, making your thighs press together.

you bobbed your head, stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. billy started rocking his hips, fucking into your mouth shallowly. he let out a soft moan and you pinched his thigh in warning, glaring. he gave you an apologetic look, his brows furrowed.

“baby…darlin’, m’gomma cum, i—“ his words were choked off by a soft gasp as he spilled down your throat, shuddering hard against the wall and pulling at your hair. panting softly, billy looked down at you with his face flushed.

“s-sorry,” he whispered, embarrassed by how easily and quickly he had cum. you smiled up at him and licked a stray drop from the corner of your mouth, standing back up.

“it’s okay,” you said quietly, kissing his cheek. “m’glad it felt good.”

billy stared at you for a long moment before cupping your face suddenly, dragging your mouth back to his to kiss you deep and slow.

it seems you may have ignited a fire in him.

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

Greetings, i hope you're doing good🤍

Can i please request ROTTMNT brothers with their little sister?

Type: hc, platonic, hurt/comfort.

Scenario: it's about little sister reader who had been in a relationship - since she's the same age as Mikey - but she got cheated on and dumped so once her family knows - *cough* thanks to Donnie and his trackers *cough* - they go get revenge for their heart broken little sister.

(If it's okay with you can you add future Leonardo acting like the oldest brother/father to reader? It's okay if you don't want to, no pressure)

❝ home is where your heart is. ❞

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ − ⌗ 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❝l 𝓪/𝓷: the wayyyyyy, i actually feel kinda baddddddd, for the fool that had the audacity. to even consider - much less f o l l o w through, with cheating on THE. ✋ Hamato [Name] ................. *crickets chirping* .... nah, no i don't. HAHAHAAA (also i am so so sorry this is so late- you sent this in to me LAST YEAR....... 😀............. *runs off bawling*)

‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ | aiight. to summy this entire shindig up: i feel sorry for the sucka that did you so wrong. because lemme tell you right now babygirl lah– you. you? you, are the most estimable treasure. the cherished jewel of the Hamato Clan. whoever this joker is, just know, they fumbled the bag DEVASTATINGLY HEAVY. oh, the agony is unimaginable. unimaginable, i say!

kinda like . . . how you felt that day.

numb,

yet every nerve ending felt like it'd been cauterized – an open wound burned closed.

the same way you'd burned your heart shut, sloppily, hurriedly, with the same grace as you'd gathered your dignity as soon as you laid eyes on your once-beloved,

. . . and their new one.

THAT DAY you come home from up top, eyes red and puffy, heartbreaking whimpers streaming from your lips as you stumbled through the main entrance. –where had your heart gone?

‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ | in my professional opinion (*mocking hyena laughter echoing through the trenches*) : emotional pain, is unarguably, the worst kind of pain one can go through.

by fate, by coincidence, by the supreme pizza maker in the sky − all of your siblings were joined together in the main living room the moment you came home.

it'd be later on that you'd find out that each one of their sibling senses were tingling. it's exactly why they all coincidentally commence a living room rendezvous – which in of itself wasn't odd! it just became a tragic thing very quickly.

you didn't know whether to be relieved or even more devastated.

i concur you'd decide on a secret third thing −

when the previous relaxed vibe was wiped clean as soon as you'd stepped in and everyone caught wind of your devastation immediately, leaving a cold backwash of worry and alarm.

mikey was the first to reach you. when quickly followed by the other three, voices overlapping, all in varying tones but all uniform in inquiring 'are you okay?' . . . well. *blows heavy breath* you couldn't help the utter anguish that crashed into you in a relentless wave. being in a familiar and safe environment allowed your mind to slow down to a coherent level, and therefore allow what you witnessed to really sink in . . . you collapsed. metaphorically and physically.

"hermana? n/n, hermana, hey- hey hey- shhhh, what happened, what happened—?" leo, for all the panic that was pumping through his bloodstream, tried his best to comfort you: his foremost reaction to when you were in pain or discomfort of any kind. raph was a mess above all three of you; having previously been checking for wounds of any kind, he cringed back instantly when your cries only got louder. for a split second he was horrified he had hurt you, but a once-over showed that it . . . blessedly wasn't that? then- what . . .? donnie hovered nervously, eyes wide and shiny but even then, his hands were outstretched to you. reactive instinct. like he wanted to pull you - his only little sister - into a hug of sorts, but didn't know if it'd be received. –yet you clung to mikey with all you could hold yourself up to right then. even though he himself had no clue what was going on, he held you close and tight, tears of his own burning behind his eyes at the sight and sound of your wailing. "[n-name]? sisi, what–?" "t-they broke up with me," you bawled, your own words folding you over in despair once more. the room instantly got colder. no voices besides your own were heard. "they, th-they dumped me," you gasped, choking with hiccups, "a-and they, th-they were w-with someone e-helse! an- another per, hhu, person!"

seeing you in the aftermath of such an affair nearly killed all of your siblings.

you were so devastated that it just, broke their hearts. almost as much as yours.

you weren't like yourself.

and sure, that's to be expected!

i mean, it was your first ever relationship − your first everythings concerning intimate romance.

(well, that can happen in one's teenagehood, more or less.)

and to have what you'd thought was a beautiful bond, just.. flushed down the drain? just like that?

tha shii hurteded mayn, ngl. 😔✊

justice for [name] hamato, seriously. tf is wrong with people and dumping one of a kind gems??

‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ | there are five stages of grief, even after a breakup. denial, anger, bargaining, depression, then acceptance.

and though it's a messy, painful time for you – your family is there with you through it all.

mikey (bless him) is of course, the one who assists in you recognizing all these stages and is an immense aid for caring for your delicate emotional state.

also helps that he's practically your twin. i mean, c'mon: ever since you both were tots, you were inseparable.

dare you say he knows you better than you know yourself. and that'd go even without his impressive emotional depth.

"you're amazing." he whispers. under your shared blankets and the dead of night, in contrast to the cacophony of invasive voices in your mind, his voice connected to your conscience buried beneath the mental rubble and held taut like a string of fate. no, is what you want to say. but you don't. you can't. because deep down, you know your brother is right. that all of them are right. mikey sits up in your shared hammock, the one used for special occasions, and tugs you up with him. he presses his forehead to yours and it's no secret that his gaze is made of fire. but instead of burning right through you, leaving you to shrivel up and disintegrate, to wallow in the wake of its aftermath – it's warm. it's light. "say it." "'you're amazing,'" you drawl; it's the clearest you've spoken in days. your pseudo twin blinks, eyebrow ridges met to his invisible hairline. a moment passes. two. then mikey snorts, quickly followed by you, and before you know it you're both dissolving into a mushy pile of giggles and obnoxious snorts. it was gleeful and euphoric and by the end of it, mikey is clinging to you like a koala, overjoyed. and you let him. it felt heavenly to laugh like this again. to smile.

as for your other brothers,

i can imagine Leo dragging you into self-care sessions at random.

i would say nights but really, with you guys' schedule, it could be for any time at all aksjhhd. nights are generally reserved for patrols and on the town's !! self-care is all day, every day !!

painting your nails; smoothing a face mask with care from his esteemed varietal top-notch collection on you as well as himself; stashing up a whole bunch of snacks, pizza, candy and comics (he makes sure to get your go-to orders + whtv you may be craving in the moment); turning on some fairy lights and happily binges all your favorite movies/series with you.

he'd give you tight hugs & make a bunch of well-timed jokes to get you into a better mindset on your gloomier healing days — but he can be serious as well !!

and when that happens, it's usually accompanied by heartfelt words and him tucking you against his plastron, like he could shield you from all the monsters and bad, evil things of this world.

(he'd always damn sure try.)

for all of his annoyingness, you mean the world to him and if losers like your,

🤢 ex 🤮 can't see that—

🗣THAT'S THEIR EFFIN' PROBLEM. ALL THEIR LIFE. NOW ISN'T IT??🗣

ahh one way or another, your other two dumpling brothers get lumped into the soup of self-care too !!

they do it for you, [name]. even if they don't always really want to,

they do it for you. 😤

Raph is so sweet. as your eldest brother I feel like he'd feel somewhat responsible for your heartbreak, but you get reassured that it's not your fault, and you reassure him that it's not his either. (please be patient with his logic, he'll get there eventually 😮‍💨😅) and in the aftermath he's spoiling you absolutely rotten.

carrying you everywhere (if that's whatcha dig.) getting you whatever you want: snacks, food, books, stuffies . . . anything man, he's already got it. and he cuddles you at night, giving you gentle shell rubs and churring deep in his chest — it never fails to lull you to sleep. 🥹 worked then, works now.

Donnie is a constant presence. He's not good at this "emotional stuff", or so he claims, but Don's the one who you subconsciously think of for a gentle, solid place to just be safe and be. not for distractions and laughter like Leo, not for being overly coddled and doted on like Raph, but... to just. Exist.

To be grounded.

Brought back to a steady surface.

ironically, it's the most sorting out of your emotions that you do in Donnie's presence: the most emotionally constipated of all your siblings c:

& he gives surprisingly good advice when you ask for it!!

but here's the thing.

Donnie always believed nobody was (or ever will be) good enough for his little sister, and this just solidifies it.

"Trash, everywhere."

"Donnie please—"

so ya might want to either retreat to a different mindset when this comes about or just don't take it to heart. there are wonderful suitors out there !! this one was just a bad rep. 🥹

(don't worry! dr. delicate touch elegantly exits stage left. don't mind the path of fire left in his wake! it's simply protocol. 😇)

‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ | you know the mainstream energy that all siblings carry? when they get annoyed with you but the second anybody else tries you — they're out for blood?

your

🤢 ex 🤮

never stood a chance.

donnie had it alllll handled that exact night.

he was slinking off and typing away furiously at his little tech-wrist, even as raph cradled you

even as leo quickly made up the bedroom with all the combined blankets and pillows and stuffies throughout the lair

even as mikey clung to you with big, watery eyes and tried his best in reassuring you (he might've been more devastated than you about the situation ngl ✋🏼)

and while donnie hovered, he was working.

y'all should know homeboy by now —

he is always working.

i imagine all of them would wait until you're sufficiently distracted, and that's where your sister and dad come in!

april taking you out for some one-on-one time, some fresh air, either to go for something fun around the city or back to her place for an evening in, (aaaand because your big sis needs to get her get back on your behalf too *slings bat across shoulders* —) quality time cuddles and movie night with papa splinter!! &lt;;3 : your dad is good at damage control; you're his only daughter, of course he cherishes you. plus, he raised you alongside your brothers. your very rambunctious brothers. (/lh) all things considered, i think he's a wonderful parent where it counts. he was heartbroken for you that very same night. after all, you'd cried for him like a baby, hands reaching weakly while marble sized tears dribbled down your cheeks..... he hadn't seen such behavior since your tothood.💔,

but splinter is an accomplished man. he was much more in control of his emotions and therefore acted as an anchor of sorts to you in the moment you needed it most.

he was the one to calm your brothers down and gave them all one by one tasks as he cradled your body in his arms. no matter how old or big you'd get, you'd always have a place in your dad's loving embrace. and the night your brothers plan to make their move, which would probably be a day or so after you came home, the old man took up his role and fed you milk and cake while doting. giving you his undivided attention and care whilst he strokes your head and cheeks, reminding you of how precious you are to him —

"my precious [name]," splinter says lowly, cupping your face with his small hands. his eyes are grim, but they shine with fondness as they gaze into yours. "my jade. my little shining sky. you never cease to amaze me. life is a relentless ocean, and you will sometimes be swept away by the waves and crash against the shores . . ."

he takes your chin gently, stroking just so with his thumb. "but we will not let you drown. your strength and resilience is a true testament to how valuable of a being you are, my daughter. never forget that."

" . . . m'kay, papa." you croak. you bury your face into his chest, comforted by the warmth and softness of his fur. "alright. i promise."

meanwhile, snap clip to your siblings. blending in with the night as they move with deadly swiftness and silence, moving with intention. purpose.

whether you know what they're up to or not is entirely up to you

but i think they'd go that mile in ensuring you didn't know the mapped out details of what they were planning.

because — well, y'knaur,

they didn't hold back one bit. 🙂

whether your 🤢 ex 🤮 was a human, yo'kai, it don't MATTER.

"these hands rated e for everyone" 🗣️ — the mad dogz fr.

‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ | a detail I won't be letting anyone forget any time soon: you're all super powered genetically augmented mutants that were initially created for the sole purpose of war and worldwide domination.

you really think your

🤢 ex 🤮

— stood a chance?

nah fam....... nah.

I wanna say your siblings would be lenient, I really do (no tf I don't LMAOAOAOA-)

but realistically, I think they'd deal some heavy damage.

whether physically, emotionally, or mentally-

because you're their sister.

their baby. their princess.

and no matter how much they may lovingly tease you, and vice versa, they ain't about to let that ish slide.

the dealing of their cards is definitely not as worse as it could've been! but bad enough to not wish it on nobody else.

I mean you've got Dr. Delicate Touch, Raph in his big burly glory, and bro is Big Mad™, April is armed with her trusty bat and a Mayhem that's ready to be sicced, not to mention the deadly disaster twins —

they're all out for blood.

ohhohooooo man, they would render your

🤢 ex 🤮

into a pile of MUSH.

there are no remains. there is no recovery. the [name] hamato protection squad takes no prisoners. they kick names and take ass, even.

Dr. Delicate Touch had no preservations. (Ion even need to get into detail for that *shudders in fear*)

Donnie has the homewrecker's information, from birth to present day, down to the very microfibers of their genetic information to what they had for breakfast that morning - and he uses it to further inflict the irreversible damage that was started from Dr DT,

Leo can be, and was, terrifying. He's a broad two-edged sword that can slice through, clean and precise - so sharp you wouldn't feel a thing until he's done with his job of sawing you asunder, splitting through every atom with lethal precision.

and Raph definitely used his height and build to the highest advantage. He's got your 🤢 ex 🤮 cornered and trembling in their boots, tail between their legs (whether literally or figuratively that's up to you c:).

now legally, I cannot tell you what they did!! ,,,

but just know that they brought you to some serious justice.

"you so much as breathe their name again," they growl, "it'll be the last breath you ever take."

they wouldn't hold back their disgust. they probably make your 🤢 ex 🤮 (I will never get tired of typing that PLSSS) feel like a worthless pile of [redacted] from words alone.

and for good reason, tbh.

your 🤢 ex 🤮 had shared space and time with your family as well.

now - whether they were close with each other is ambiguous,

but realistically speaking: if they were your partner, I'd imagine they'd all at least be tolerant of one another to a certain degree.

because, well..... your siblings value your happiness.

even if you may or may not have had to scold them countless times for any odd behavior towards your now 🤢 ex 🤮, they left you both be.

......for the most part.

you'd think the shovel talk was enough!!

but after that encounter, they wouldn't give your ex a second thought.

they weren't worth the time, and you were an absolute enchantment. not even worth whatever your 🤢 ex 🤮 had going on.

they probably wish your 🤢 ex 🤮 "a happy life" to conclude the whole ordeal sksnsjdnk

oh I just know the sarcasm from the disaster twins was dripping with venom.

left boo boo kitty SHAKING FR 💥

but it simply cements the fact!!

your 🤢 ex 🤮 just wasn't the one.

when the wound of betrayal isn't as fresh, some time down the line, Leo would probably try to make you feel better by saying this is a "canon event" and essential to your "badass character development" 😭✋ (I can't stand him y'all plss-)

and even tho Raph cuffs his shoulfer for it, it really did make you feel better.

because, you know your worth.

you know you're a catch ✨👑💞 and if anyone can't see that,

then that's simply a personal problem of theirs.

YOU DESERVE BETTER QUEEN 👑💪❣️💅🏾 THEY AIN'T NOTHING.

‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ | bottom line, no matter what. your family has your back.

it didn't matter how much time it took, and how much time it will take:

they will always be there for you.

they're not perfect but they try the most!! 😭❤️

and in the times where your brothers act like.... well, brothers (/aff),

you've got a kick-ass sister to turn to.

and she's MORE than happy to lend a helping hand and back you up in the midst of tragedy 😉

and it's with them that you really do see the situation for what it is.

did it hurt? yes.

but that's the motions of life, babe.

and you WILL rise (see what I did there? AHA-) from this stronger.

not only because you're an absolute LEGEND.

..... but also, because your family is pretty great at reminding you of that too. 🥹

headers / dividers credits !! : @chachachannah @rookthornesartistry

subject to editing after posting for grammatical corrections and polishing! :)

sniper baby I'm so excited to finally have this out for you, I hope you liked it !!! muwah muwah ❣️ good things come to those who wait. 🫂 and boy oh boy have you WAITED AND MORE. XD

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[age-of-play-i-say]

Sentence prompts, huh? Well, never let it be said that I'm not predictable...

"Oh sweetie - if you can't hold it anymore, just do your tinkles on teddy..."

-🐻⚡️

CG and potty-training Little are heading home from what was supposed to be a quick Saturday afternoon errand run: dropping things at the library, stopping by the grocery store, and then picking up some Thai food for tonight. Because they had meant to be out for 90 minutes, 2 hours tops, CG allowed Little to wear big kid undies, just this once! Little was so excited, they have yet to be out of the house with no padding since the potty training started! This will be their first test, and they're determined to prove themselves as a big kid. CG even asked them at the restaurant if they needed to go. Little knew home was a 10 minute car ride away, so they said no. They wanted CG to have no excuse to diaper them up for every outing like this. Unfortunately, the universe has other plans, and the two of them get stuck behind a car accident caused by some serious surprise road construction. No escape routes, no turn offs, no diapers, let's go.

CG: Whoa, what's going on up here? This wasn't here on our way down to the store.

Little: looks scary daddy!! *clutches teddy tightly* shiny stuff all over da road. . .

CG: Pieces of the car, yeah. Wow, looks like the clean-up crew just got here. We're gonna be sitting for awhile, Baby. Here, why don't you enjoy your bubble tea and watch a little Emperor's New Groove on Daddy's phone?

Little: really Daddy?? *bouncing in their booster seat*

CG: Yes, you've been so good for me and I don't want the accident to scare you. Go to your happy place, sweetie, I’ll call you back when we're ready to move.

10 minutes later:

Little: drinkie all gone Daddy! *wiggling with teddy* we almos goin home??

CG: Not yet, Baby. Looks like it's pretty complicated up there. Good job with your drink! Are you doing okay with your movie?

Little: *wiggling faster* hh- mm-hmm! how much longer till home??

CG: I don't know yet, Baby. Be patient for Daddy, okay?

10 minutes later:

CG: I know it's not fun, Baby, but it's gonna be okay, looks like the crew is about halfway done with their work. Can you keep being good for Daddy?

Little: umm!! wanna be good, wanna be big kid!! but um!! *hides face in teddy and plunges one hand down to hold tight against their baby parts, sniffling*

CG: Oh no! Does my sweet Baby need to make tinkles? And you were doing so well with your big kid undies, too!

Little: *crying and potty dancing in their seat with their hand on their undies* no fair!!!! ‘s no fair, Daddy, am a big kid!!! b-but needa make tinkles!! emerg-*hiccups, begins to wail* emergency!!

CG: Oh Sweetie, - if you can't hold it anymore, let's just do your tinkles on Teddy. Here, I’ll take him. Lift up your tush off the seat. Shhhh, it's okay, we’ll wash him at home.

Little: ahh! hhh teddy feels good, Daddy!! *wiggling and sniffling* woulda m-made it!! stupid cars!! stupidt road!! *crying louder again*

CG: I know it, Baby. This won't count against you for future big kid clothes, okay? For now, we gotta get those tinkles out before they start hurting. Come on, sweetie, you can do it. Can you show Daddy how you’d make peepee in your big kid potty at home?

Little: y-ye Daddy *reaches out to cling to Daddy's hand and sniffles once more before a loud hissing noise fills the car* ahhhh - m-makin peepee Daddy!! mmm teddy all wet!

Daddy: There we go, good Baby! That's Daddy's good, sweet Baby. Oh, that sounds like it feels good, sweetie. Are you feeling better?

Little: almos done peepee Daddy feels so good! *stream finally slows to a trickle and then stops while Baby shivers* hhhah all done tinkies!!

Daddy: And it looks like we’re moving again! Good job, Baby! Tell you what. You're right, that wasn't fair, and you didn't make a mess in your carseat. We’re calling this a success!

Little: really?? thank Daddy!! *bouncing on Teddy until Teddy squelches, then a little whimper*

Daddy: We’ll be home in 10 minutes now, Baby, but I have a question for you. Big kids get to choose, so when we get home, do you want to be cleaned up and keep wearing big kid undies? Or do you want soft, cozy protection after all of that? Keep in mind you won't have Teddy to snuggle for a few hours while I clean him up.

Little: ohh umm *hides face in hands* wan diapies Daddy, please!

CG: Of course, sweetie. You can wear your diapers, Daddy understands.

[joonieskinks]

drabble: “regret” - pjm

reader x cheater!jimin ft. jungkook | basically just pure angst | 1.5k

warnings: swearing, cheating, implication of seggsy times, substance abuse

a/n: if you want your heart to hurt?? I guess then enjoy?? lol

“Oh, sure! That would be so helpful...” You trail off, trying to balance your workbag, your keys and your phone in your hands while opening the door to your house with Jimin. 

“What was that?” Jungkook, your best friend, asks through the phone. 

“I said that would be helpful, yes, an intervention. Thank you for letting me know.” You bring the phone back up to your mouth, trying to communicate more effectively. You manage to plonk all your stuff down on the kitchen table before you really start to become aware of your surroundings and something unique catches your attention. It’s glistening, shiny reflection just catches the sun from the window across the room, hitting your eyes. 

“Okay, I’ll get to planning then?” Jungkook wonders into the phone, but neglects to say anything after, awaiting for a response from you.

“Y/N?” Jungkook tries catching your attention, but you’re utterly distracted by the pair of shiny, pink heels that are tucked under the curtain near your front door. 

“Yeah? Uh, hold on. Something more is going on. I’ll call you back in a bit, okay? Bye...” You mumble before hanging up. You could apologize later for being so blunt, but this was far more important as of right now. Jungkook would understand. 

You didn’t recognize those shoes. Sure, you would have totally missed it if it weren't for the almost neon hot pink shoes sticking out from the flushed out curtain. Everything else seemed to be in place, besides Jimin’s shoes.. One by the door and one on the stairs- Oh please, no. Not again. Instantly your worst fears creep into your head. You don’t want them to, but you can help but harbour those doubts for good reason.

“Shhhh! Shit- I didn’t realize what time it is, you should go.” You hear a deep voice whisper-yelling upstairs. Jimin. You could recognize him anywhere. But what you didn’t recognize was the one that returned it. 

“Jiminie!! You said we could have one more go!” The feminine voice playfully yelled, followed by more of Jimin shushing and then silence. 

Your body felt frozen in place and you briefly shut your eyes. 

No, please not again.

This was his one chance to redeem himself from the last time this happened. Yes, albeit it was just a kiss at a party a couple months ago. While he was drunk of course - but no excuse. You managed to take him to couple’s therapy and you felt comfortable to say you two were figuring it out. However, this time - you were very, very wrong. 

He had cried, begged and proved himself to be trustworthy again, he had desired your trust back so very much, or at least you thought so. Perhaps not if you’re already accepting the fact that he could be cheating again before even seeing him, hearing him out. But no, this isn’t just a kiss, no, its the whole shebang. You can hear it, it’s like the doubt was already planted in your heart long ago, and now was just when the flower finally budded.

You creeped your way up the stairs, listening to the movements on your bed, the creaks in the mattress, sheets being pulled and skin touching skin. You paused, inhaled, gripped the doorknob and mentally prepared yourself for the worst-

At the sight of their bodies intertwined, you could only stare blankly, waiting for them to notice you. It took a couple seconds, but it was the woman who noticed first. Gasping, she jumped out of his arms and tried to madly cover herself up with your sheets. Your shared bedsheets. With Jimin. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at her, it was the man you once loved that you could only focus on. 

“Y/N?” Jimin blinked in disbelief, the shock slowly settling into his system as he stares at you. 

“I- I know what it looks like but-!” 

“Goodbye, Jimin. I’ll come collect my stuff when you’re gone at work.” You utter, before turning your back and shutting the door behind you. 

“Wait, Y/N! Please come back, we can fix this. I didn’t mean to, it just happened, she just happened! It doesn’t mean anything, come back here!” Jimin screams as he races to put on his underwear and catch you before you walk out the front door. Suddenly it looked as though he didn’t care about the woman he was fucking, your marriage or anything. Just controlling the narrative in this horrid state he’s in.

He wasn’t your love anymore. Surely not like this.

Jimin catches you as you gather your stuff and take a step out the door, his hand on your arm. At his touch, you instinctively move away and face him in surprise, but he holds on. The tears in your eyes finally fall, but you hold no expression, no indication of emotion. 

Disappointment? Expectation? Acceptance? He couldn’t read you anymore.

But you saw right through him - your day-drinking, manipulative, neglecting, but gorgeous cheating husband.

And of course he was drunk. Just like your best friend Jungkook said he’d be when he told you to go home and check on him. Apparently, he’s been leaving work early and often, Jungkook has watched him leave several nights in row from the office early. At first he wanted to give his once close friend the benefit of the doubt, but he just couldn’t stomach hiding anything from you. Turns out Jungkook was right, the day-drinking part anyway, you could smell the vodka on Jimin’s breath. It seems he’s relapsed, it’s been a problem for a while, and an intervention was going to be made. Too late for that now, you guess. I don’t think anyone expected it to go this far.

Both of you turn to look as you hear a truck pulling up to your house. Jungkook simply rolls down the window and patiently watches his two best friends from childhood. He has a hand on the door handle, ready to come to your aid if need be. Jungkook chose his side long ago. You, and now he was just making it clear. That much was obvious to Jimin.

But with how you left him on the phone, of course he was going to check on you, he’d never leave you defenceless, even if it was inconvenient for him. Jungkook just couldn’t do that to you, especially not after how he’s seen Jimin treat you so poorly over the years.

Jimin’s face hardens as he looks at Jungkook, waiting for you to run to. 

“Please. Y/N. Don’t leave me...” Jimin utters in pure desperation, tears still escaping his glazed over eyes, leaking down onto his cheeks. He doesn’t even look like the man you once adored so much, he’s lost so much of himself, and for what?

“You did this to yourself, Jimin. I don’t think I can forgive you this time.” You say as you try your hardest to remain composed in the face of his betrayal, all your vows going up in flames. You take his hand off your arm and walk away from your love, your husband, your marriage.

Maybe Jungkook was right. 

It should have been him you married all those years ago - and you think exactly so as he offers you the gentlest, most compassionate smile as you get into his truck. He knows exactly how you feel before you can even open your mouth. And so, you just drive away together, in peace.

Leaving Jimin, seething with jealous anger for his now ex best friend. 

She’s still mine, Jeon. She’s still mine. 

You watch.

[spikezonebby]

Needy - Short KOSS (TFP!Knock Out/TFP!Starscream) Fic

Merry Christmas, everyone!! Valveplug under cut

Knock Out loved it when Starscream finally left off the haughty, too-good act. He liked seeing the more humble side of the Seeker's personality, the intelligence and wisdom that was so often belied by rage and insecurity. Seeing those distant fragments often left the racer medic wondering who Starscream was before the war. Who might he have been if he'd been allowed to pursue his passion of being a scientist instead of being bullied into being an air force commander?

What truths laid beneath the shiny silver exterior of his pretty thing with wings?

"K-Knock Ou-- Mhm--"

Star's talons hooked into the medic's back, finding his vents and clinging to him as their mouths met once more. Knock Out was privy to many of Star's little secrets, one of them being just how much the Seeker loved kissing. Loved getting the breath stolen right out of his cycling vents, lavished in attention and affection until he couldn't think straight and could only mewl and tremble.

Okay, maybe that last bit wasn't so much a secret. Though, not everyone knew the more intimate face of that desire.

The Seeker whines against his lips, one of his servos finding the back of his neck and trying to pull him ever-closer. Knock Out pulls away just enough to shush him and pepper kisses across his jaw. Star whimpers, and Knocks feels the fluttering of his mesh walls and the pulse of his spark where they're joined. He isn't allowed to go anywhere, locked in place with stiletto-heeled struts around his hips.

"Shhhh... shhh... Easy, Sweetspark." Knock Out coos, "I'm not going anywhere."

"No," Starscream murmurs, guiding Knock Out's face into his neck cables, just so he can nuzzle their cheeks together, "Never."

[sweetracha]

Omg I’m sorry for this but.. can you do a soft mommy dom Felix again? I swear this is the last one of felix I’m asking 😭😭

do this request anytime! Take your time <3

Omg, love!!! It's my Mommy Follower, I missed you!!!

I'm so so sorry this took me so long to get done. I hope you like it!

Felix caressed your face and you let the final few tears run down. The pads of his thumbs wiped away the wet train they left and his lips kissed the reddened skin underneath.

"Shhhh Mommy is here now baby. Thank you for letting it all out. Oh, my sweetheart, I had no clue this was all happening"

"I'm sorry Mommy, I should have told you."

"No more sorry my star, Mommy wants to make it all go away. All of those bad thoughts and hard memories are not good for my baby, are they? Hmmm? No, I didn't think so. Now Mommy is going to take his time with you, Okay? I don't want another peep out of those pretty lips unless they are moaning my name."

Felix helped you out of your clothes and down on the bed. He took his time slowly kissing every spot on your body. Every scar, freckle, bruise, stretch mark, and blemish got love. His hands that pinched your nipples were soft and loving, not harsh and demanding. Tonight Felix wasn't going to fuck you, Mommy was going to make love to you.

He sucked at your clit like he was leaving a soft kiss on your skin. His ringed fingers massaged that spot deep inside you, over and over again. What he lacked tonight in speed, he made up for in pressure. Soon enough he had you cumming on his hands. Shiny glossy lips then kissed yours as he entered you.

Felix held your body upright against his. He wanted to feel your skin on his chest, to know you were real. One hand slipped behind your head and cradled you in his neck. He spoke softly.

"Mommy is always going to be here, my beautiful baby. Never forget I will always take care of you, my love. That is my job as your Mommy, to never let you go a day without being cared for. I feel you squeezing my cock sweetheart. Do you need to cum for Mommy? Go right ahead baby, cum on Mommy's cock, you don't even need to ask for permission. That's a good girl. Go on baby, make Mommy proud."

[sillygo0fycl0wn]

Ryuk doodle with my headcanon that his wings are iridescent :D

Wack anatomy shhhh its okay just focus on the shiny wings

[testingthewatersss]

Ran Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 2 / 3 1980 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI  You told him it was a bad idea. That it was going to be loud. Luckily, he has somewhere to run too.

She watches him settle, smiling proudly as his metal fingers flutter upwards in search of a part of her to hold on to, they come to a satisfied stop when they reach the hem of her t-shirt, knotting in the cotton to tug at it restlessly, even though the man attached to them is seemingly deep asleep.

“Shhhh” she soothes, stroking his brow again, “’s okay, sweetheart, everything’s okay”

His jaw locks, and then releases at her assurances, and she only becomes more certain about their necessity when she hears his arm whine, metal plates folding down to form a smooth surface.

“d-do you require a mission report?” the unconscious man croaks, unsure and clearly afraid.

“No” Y/N is quick to reply, “I know you’ve done well, it’s time to rest now, it’s alright.”

He seems to like that, even though his eyelids flicker uncertainly as he gives her the smallest nod of agreement.

“Rest” she hears him repeat, voice almost inaudible now, “Rest.”

“Mhm” she hums, bringing his flesh knuckles to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss across them, “that’s right, rest.”

His breathing slows, again- his lips parting as he lets go of whatever tension had been lingering in his muscles before.

Y/N thinks he’s beautiful like this, he’s always lovely, she thinks, but seeing him so unguarded, so peaceful seems special, maybe it’s because he only seems to look like this with her, when they’re alone, or maybe it’s just because it’s nice to see him so tranquil, when he’s usually trying so hard to hold it together.

She strokes his hand, she spends a few minutes showering him in gentle touches, in whatever contact she can, until he seems totally settled, at which point, with a final kiss against his broken thumb nail, she picks a book up from her side, depositing his hand against her side as she starts to read, letting him be silent and still on her lap.

The room is quiet, the soundproofing Tony had installed for her seems to be doing it’s job, because even though she knows the match the others have been watching must be ending, she can’t hear a thing through the walls.

A few hours pass, and Bucky stays pliant and heavy in position, it’s only when the clock on the wall catches her eye, that she considers waking him. It’s evening, now, and she knows he hasn’t eaten, she hasn’t either, but she’s less concerned about that, it’s him who barely touches anything when she’s not there to remind him it’s alright, that the food is for him, that it’s not going to be ripped away at any moment.

It worries her, the thought of him being hungry, but too afraid to mention it is almost too much for her too tolerate.

“FRIDAY?” she calls quietly, “Order us a pizza or two, please, cheese and that, meat one that Steve likes, ask someone to bring it, when it arrives.”

The AI conveys it’s polite agreement at a similar, tempered volume, and although Barnes’ arm creaks at the disturbance, when she runs a comforting hand through his hair, the noise chokes off, and he slips back down into stillness.

It’s Natasha who brings the food, when it turns up 40 minutes later, in cardboard boxes spotted with rain.

She’s silent, as she opens the door to their suite, giving Y/N a kiss on her cheek as she lowers the containers onto the sideboard and exits before she can risk waking the man who’s still managing to cling to sleep against his lover.

Y/N makes a mental note to buy her something shiny.

In the end, she doesn’t have to say anything to wake Bucky up, she just has to open the pizza boxes, and take out a slice.

The smell of food rouses him, making his mouth water, making his stomach cramp as he rubs his nose into her thighs, trying to suppress the way he’s ready to beg for as little as a mouthful of something cooked.

“Hey, sweetheart” he hears a familiar voice coo, further bringing him round, “I’ve got dinner, for when you’re up”

He can barely believe his luck when he blinks his eyes open, and is met with the sight of Y/N, beaming at him sweetly with a collection of food by her side.

“I…” he gulps, “That’s for us?”

Y/N chuckles softly, reaching over with her clean hand to card his hair back, again

“Sure it is” she tells him, “I got that one Steve always gets, figured you’d like it too”

Bucky shifts a little, straightening up despite the ache in his bones.

“I’d eat anythin’ you’d give me” he murmurs honestly, as his knees click.

I’m just lucky to get fed.

Her head shakes, as she grins, pushing the meal towards him, shuffling over a little so he can slip in beside her.

“I figured you’d skipped lunch” she comments, not wanting to sound like she’s scolding him, “It’s good, too” she adds, smiling at him again, “we’ll have to tell Steve that he’s onto a winner”

The box is hot on his lap, now. He’s blinking down at a pizza that’s half cheese and half, whatever order she’s talking about Rodgers’ having gotten right, and despite the stabbing pains in his stomach, he realises he can’t make himself reach down to take a slice.

His arm groans with tension as he brings vibranium fingers up to prod at his scar. It’s absentminded, the ache in the flesh beneath the solid metal is grounding, so is the heat of Y/N’s palm, when it lands suddenly against his jaw, steady and gentle.

In…Out…In…Out

Breathing is good, he thinks, he can focus on it, he can make himself inhale slowly through his nose, he can make himself expel it through his lips.

“Not hungry?” Y/N prompts, knowing he is-

“I am” he replies quietly, suspecting she doesn’t really need is confirmation.

She hums, keeping her hand against his face as he drags in another, deeper, lung full of air.

Bucky presses hard along the back of his shoulder, letting himself really feel the plates beneath the jagged, raised, scar.

He hisses when his thumb catches a bump that feels suspiciously like a screw.

Y/N’s brow furrows, and she curls her own thumb up across his cheek, pulling his eyes to hers.

“Stop” she soothes calmly, gaze flicking to his hand, ���Eat now, sweetheart, it’s alright”

His arms drop in surrender, he feels the strangest urge to look away.

There’s a flush of red creeping up his neck, it’s prickling and warm-

Bucky realises it’s being caused by shame. By the shame he’s feeling, now, as he struggles to eat, even though he’s hungry.

“Sweetheart” Y/N murmurs, coaxing his eyes back over to her face, “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know” he replies, realising, as he says the words, that they’re true, “I’m sorry, doll- I- I don’t know why I’m doin’ this”

“You’re not doing anything” she counters quickly, offering him another smile, as he pecks a soft kiss to her palm, “anythin’ I can do?”

He lets his eyes drop shut for a moment, as he relishes in the feeling of her fingers trailing across his jaw-

His pulse is thrumming through his veins, she can feel it throbbing as she traces his skin.

A few minutes pass quietly, until he blinks his eyes open, and lets himself look around the room.

“Ca-“ he begins, before clearing his throat shyly, and making himself turn to face his lover, “Can I eat down there?” he asks, nodding to the floor, to the corner of the room, where he thinks he might stand a chance at feeling less visible.

The idea of being alone on the ground isn’t particularly appealing, really. Bucky doesn’t want to lose the feeling of Y/N against his side, he doesn’t want to part from her, even for an instant- but he’s starving, and if tearing himself away from the safe space he’s found on her bed, to eat on the ground like an animal is his only option, then, he’ll take it, no matter how terrible he’ll feel once he’s full.

“Only if I can come too” Y/N purrs, snapping him back to the present.

His head tilts, eyes muddled as he processes her response.

“Are- Are you serious?” he asks, cautious- barely daring to believe that she means what she’s saying

“Of course I am” she half chuckles, reaching down to grab her own pizza box, “C’mon, handsome, it’s gettin’ cold”

Bucky is still just watching, when Y/N is well and truly settled in her place on the floor. Her back is resting against the wall, her dinner on her lap.

He follows, earnestly hoping that she won’t change her mind, that she won’t move back to the bed, or start to tease him some how, about his desire to hide in a corner.

He drops to his haunches on her right, wide eyed and adoring.

“What?” Y/N asks, with a mild tone of joking in her voice, “Do I have somethin’ on my face?”

“No” he replies quickly, averting his gaze as he settles into position, “No, doll, you’re- you’re beautiful”

Y/N chuckles, nudging his shoulder playfully as he finally makes himself start to eat.

It lightens to tension in his gut, it helps him continue to feed himself without bile flooding his mouth at the thought of how much he’s being allowed to consume at once.

It feels awfully strange- being well fed, and comfortable, and safe, after spending a life time being starved, and tortured and in danger.

It’s only when he’s almost done with his meal that Bucky considers the fact that comfort is very much subjective, and the floor where he’s sitting now, is much less desirable than the bed he’d been on before.

Guilt stabs at his chest, leaving a familiar sickness to churn his stomach.

His eyes flick sidewards, to the woman he loves, to the woman he’s dragged down with him.

She’s smiling, wiping her hands on her pants, and looking anything but displeased.

He’s confused. It shows in a crease between his brows, he’s just about to look away when Y/N catches his gaze, and widens her smile.

“I’m sorry” he says instantly, “I’m sorry I- I brought you down here, doll- you- you should go get, get comfortable up-”

She laughs, soft and sweet in the air between them.

His cheeks flush redder, he chews his lip, feeling utterly undeserving of the sound.

“I’m comfortable here” she tells him, more sincerely, now she can see the sadness behind his eyes, “I’ve eaten dinner in much worse places”

She hears him hum- he’s still looking at his knees, and she can see the way his metal fingers are twitching. She decides to cut him off, bringing her own palm down to cover his, before he can bring it up to worry at his scar, again.

“What are we gonna do with you, huh?” he hears her whisper

His fingers curl around hers, he blinks shyly at her, before shrugging, and looking away.

“whatever you want” he mumbles in honest response, “I’m yours, I- I’m always gonna’ be yours, I think”

It’s Y/N who hums then, considerate and quiet.

Bucky thinks he should probably look at her again, maybe he owes her some kind of apology too? He’s not sure about that, he always feels like he should be saying sorry for one thing or another, and at best, she laughs his statement off, pecking his cheek to remind him his remorse is misplaced, and at worst, she straight up tells him to stop apologising.

He’s not sure he can take something that close to a scolding right now. Not with how delicate he’s feeling.

“I think we better get you showered, then, handsome- then you’re comin’ to bed”

1 | x | 3

[sassypainterangel]

the forest is a strange thing. there is one road in. it does not come out the other side.

i have tried to go in so many times by myself, and the trees close off the path, turn me away. is there a way i can find the paradise inside? or is it a hell, darker and more painful than anything i have done to myself?

i sneak my hand into yours in the last pew of the church, where nobody can see. if they saw, we would surely be thrown out. at communion I elbow you, put a finger to your lips. Shhhh.

We run out of the chapel holding hands. I let go, and twirl around in the crisp air, the sun glowing on our skin. It makes you look angelic. I run across the old bridge that crosses the clear blue river. You chase after me, and we frolick through the fields. I pull you down the old dirt trail I’ve walked by my lonesome, and you pause, looking ahead to the dark green forest. the trees tower higher than any tower, any obelisk i have seen does not hold a candle to the immense forest.

it draws me in, i can feel the branches tugging on my heart. “come to us. this time is it. this time. come now, quickly.”

i turn to you. “It want a me to go. please come with me.” Your eyes flick from me to the forest and back again.

“okay.”

We run down the path together, kicking off our shiny heels that our parents forced us into. Thorns and rocks poke our feet, but we pay no mind, because we are going to the forest, and in the forest, we are free.

As we approach the huge trees, i slow down and gaze up, the branches reaching over the sky and casting green light down on us. Unlike the other times i’ve came down this path, the trees open into the forest, and the dirt trail continues in. We turn to each other, and head in.

the dirt trail slowly dissolves into a carpet of grass and moss. we run, flying through the trees, and when our lungs give out, we collapse on the soft ground. I can no longer remember which way we came in, and it doesn’t matter. because we are happy.

@quietintellectualginger

[fluffabutt]

Decided to write something off the idea of being Pinned like a bug.

Yandere Viola x Reader

Warnings: non-consensual photos being taken, implied drugging, and reader is threatened with being drugged again

“Darling?”

Your thoughts move like syrup.

“Oh goodness, can you open your eyes for me?”

You do, though you groan at the stark white lights. Your vision is blurred and swirling for a moment, as you blink slowly.

Your vision clears and you recognize the mass that moves in front of your face. You try to jerk up into a sitting position but something holds you down.

“There you are! Fantastic! Fantastic!” She says gleefully, she moves from above you and away into the harsh glare of the room.

You twist your head, trying to tug and pull against the force holding you down. You dart your eyes around, blinking harshly once you accidentally look into the sharp lights that are set up above you, and hiss at the pain.

“Oh! Be careful, I don’t want you getting hurt, I need you to calm down,” she says from her vantage point.

Your neck is free enough for you to pull your head up to look at her. Viola… gym leader of Santalune City.

She’s standing by an expensive looking camera on a tripod while she sets up as she extends the neck up high into the air, next to a ladder. There are lights all around you, and you lay spread out like a Staryu on a large platform.

She walks back over to you, pressing you flat to the surface with an open palm against your chest. Her soft smile twisting, and you wonder if she can feel how hard your heart pounds underneath your ribs.

“Why?”

She blinks, before laughing. Her laugh echoes and bounces around the empty stage, it makes your ears hurt and you clench your teeth as you try to jerk up and away from Viola.

“Why?” She asks incredulously, leaning over to cup your cheek. “I told you! Don’t you remember when you challenged my gym?”

You think back.

You don’t remember any possible reason why you’d be held captive on an empty sound stage by a gym leader.

You open your mouth to say as much, but she presses the hand on your cheek to cover your mouth. Her expression is so loving looking down at you.

“That determined expression… the glint in your eyes that tells me your up for a challenge…” she says, with a cooing tone. “You’re fantastic! Just fantastic!”

“That’s it?” You ask, though it comes out severely muffled against her hand.

“Did you expect more? Don’t worry, after your photo shoot I’ll show you how fantastic I think you are.” She says, walking away from you with the soft tread of her boots.

“No- no photo shoot you have to let me go,” you say, trying to move out of bonds you can’t see.

“Oh darling please don’t struggle so much, I want you to be lucid. Otherwise you don’t have that… spark! I want to capture your essence in the perfect photo!”

You just struggle harder, barely able to arch your neck as is… until you see it.

A shiny plastic nob.

Like the top of a push-pin.

“Oh! You noticed!” She says with glee, pulling out a needle the length of your forearm with a point in the shape of an arrow at the end. “Have you ever seen a taxidermied Vivillon? Their wings all spread out and the body pinned beautifully to the board… it’s a wonderful way to capture their beauty.”

Your heart beats so hard in your chest as you start to hyperventilate.

She’s gonna kill you.

Stick you with pins.

You scream as she gets closer, begging for somebody, anybody. Tears run down your cheeks as you buck with the best of your ability to get off the slab you’re on.

But all she does is carefully lay the needle against the mat and grasp your cheeks with her hands.

“Oh shhhh, you’re alright darling. It’s okay, I’m sorry, you’re fine.” She coos softly, wiping your cheeks with her callused thumbs.

The whiplash of the situation makes you shake, your head spinning from the adrenaline in your system as your captor tries to soothe you.

“Shhh, take a deep breath, breathe with me love,” she says, keeping your head still as you shudder in place. Despite yourself, you end up listening to her as you slowly wind down in to shaky breaths.

You’re still shaking, looking at her in horror as you press yourself down against the canvas, still trying to get away from her touch.

“Oh darling, please settle down, I really don’t want to use medicine for you to stay calm.” She says, lightly stroking her nails across your scalp. “Can you promise you’ll be good and let me take your photo? And then we can leave the studio and cuddle okay?”

You just stare at her.

You feel sweat run down from the crown of your head past your ear to your neck.

But you stay still.

“Darling, can you nod to show me you understand?”

You nod.

You don’t want whatever medicine she has to make you compliant.

“Fantastic! Just fantastic, I knew you’d see my vision.” She says, wiping the sweat that beads on your brow away.

You just stay as still as you can.

“Why can’t I move?” You ask.

“Oh! Because you’re pinned love, I had to get these special needles-,” she says tapping the needle out of sight above you. “So I could keep you nice and secure with the arrow tip.”

Your eyes spill over with fresh tears.

“So you stabbed me with needles?” You say, sudden hysteria making your voice rise in pitch.

“Oh no! No no no no no- I would never!” She says, shaking her head, she places a hand over your own and you feel it muffled through… cloth.

You want to look down to confirm your fears but her hand on your face keeps you flush to the table.

“I put you in a costume my dear, pinned the pieces down to keep you still! You’re dressed like a pretty little Butterfree!”

You take a shuddering breath.

“You changed my clothes?” You warble out.

“Only because I needed the perfect picture to start our new life together! You dressed up as a beautiful Butterfree…” she says, squeezing your hand pinned to the platform.

“The only thing,” she says with a soft chuckle, smoothing out the lines of wrinkles on your forehead. “The only thing we need is your smile…”

How the fuck could anybody smile about a situation like this?

“Do you remember my leader tagline?” Viola asks you leaning over to look you directly in the eyes with a soft smile.

You just shake.

You don’t.

But you don’t know what she’d do to you if you weren’t playing along with her idea of a relationship.

“Oh, don’t worry, there’s no wrong answers. It’s okay if you don’t remember.”

You know she’s trying to reassure you, but you’re so scared you’re afraid to swallow much less blink.

“They say I’m “The camerawoman who never lets a single smile escape her focus,” and that’s true! I live for the wonderful smiles, especially the trainers that challenge my gym!” She says, her hand cups your cheek.

“When I saw your smile after you beat me… I realized I couldn’t let you escape my focus!”

You’re clearly starting to spiral, because for a brief moment in the looming dread of being trapped with this woman, you almost consider it romantic.

“So I kept following your journey, seeing your posts of your victories and your losses… but what always stuck out was your smile!”

You just continue to stare, while she gives you a disappointed smile when you don’t reciprocate a declaration of love to someone who kidnapped you.

She stands up and then walks over to the ladder and the camera suspended above you.

“I’ll hurry up and then get you out of the costume. And then we can cuddle! Doesn’t that sound nice?” She says conversationally.

You just close your eyes and try to figure out how you’re going to get away from her, from this stage, from Kalos if you can.

You don’t want to end up like a taxidermied insect Pokémon with actual pins in your body if you manage to upset her.

She climbs the ladder and when you open your eyes you see the lens of the camera staring down at you.

In the reflection you see pretty white Butterfree wings… splayed out underneath you. The rest of the costume is black and you’re too far away from the lens to make out details like textures to tell how you look.

But the feeling of her eyes through the lens makes you lock up in fright.

“Ok, I’m going to take a few photos, that way once I get them developed I can show you the rest of my collection! I have a whole wall in my room dedicated to you!”

You just stare.

“But, I promise I’ll let you up faster… if you wouldn’t mind… giving me a smile?”

She says it like you’re dating and she’s trying to be coy.

It makes the deep pit of your stomach turn and run cold.

“Please darling? It’d be just fantastic!”

You imagine yourself at the police station while Viola is being lead away in cuffs, standing in the fresh air with the breeze on your skin.

You envision the smile you’ll have once she’s far away and behind bars.

The corners of your lips turn up.

You vision goes white with the flash.

“I know we’re just getting to know each other and you’re scared but I promise, I’ll cherish every smile you give me.”

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Hello again! So, I've got one for you Fic-specific Ask Game! (For In the Meadow, of course. XD) For Want of a Nail: So, I'm curious as to how this would turn out. Instead of the insurance gals having to head out to send in their resignations, instead it's Vash and Knives who have to leave for a few days for Reasons™️. (I'm imagining something related to their past? Like maybe a bounty hunter has been sniffing around and is getting too close to the farm. Or one of the Gung-Ho Guns survived or something. Or maybe it's something mundane like they have to go find a specific part to replace for the Plant and it can only be found in December. Either way, they gotta skedaddle!) I wanna know how you'd think it'd play out! I can only imagine the absolute terror Knives would be on a two day road trip when he knows he's missing the first tomatoes (and also Milly, but shhhh! He's being stupid about that still!) And also what would the gals be doing back on the farm? (Pining away, I'm sure. Omg, I bet Milly will be a mess when the first tomato comes in and Knives isn't there. 😭) Thoughts? 👀

oh veil,,,, you have put many thoughts in my head....

Knives and Vash road trip

I think.... it would be something like the eye of michael is still kicking?? and it would give me an excuse to include Livio (I WANT TO PUT HIM SOMEWHERE BUT I JUST CANT FIND A GOOD EXPLANATION)

Vash would leave, and I think at that point in the story, Knives would feel the need to come. specifically, he still wouldnt be comfortable around humans without Vash (even Milly. I think the thought of truly being surrounded by only humans would freak him out).

Unfortunately, Knives wouldn't realize how DESPERATELY HE WOULD MISS IT UNTIL HE'S GONE.

him and vash all alone in the desert, away from humans (which is what he wanted originally) but he just,,, he cant help wishing to go back. he wants to go back so bad, so he and vash work their BUTTS off to get this business done and over with cuz Knives just wants his routine and his girl back

this,,,,, could also be a good spot for vash v knives conflict vis a vis how the both of them feel about murder (knives feels its necessary especially when taking down the eye of michael, while vash it still on a pacifist route, despite his kind of..... completion of Rem's memory?)

because i'm mushy and i like parallels, if Milly doesn't have her scandalous dream in December... then Knives gets to have a mushy domestic one.

he dreams about Milly in the garden and the sunlight glistens in her shiny hair, they have a thriving crop, and milly just has the brightest smile on her face when she spots him, glowing with happiness. he wakes up after milly hugs him, arms wrapping around his body, pulling him tight and brushes a kiss on his cheek

He wakes up just,,, starstruck and makes Vash drive them home in the middle of the night. zero impulse control from this boy.

Milly and Meryl back at home

this change means that milly gets to pick the tomatoes without knives.

i ... i could absolutely see Milly doing good, like holding it together all morning, putting on a show that she's alright. she gathers them with ease and puts them in a cute lil basket she got from her mom

but then later when Meryl asks her how many tomatoes she gathered, Milly holds up each tomato individually and tears just kind of fall as she realizes that its the first time since the beginning of the garden that she had to do the work alone, and it hits her like a brick wall. she misses him so much.

Meryl: oh gosh i thought i was just asking about the tomatoes I didn't see this coming

I think it could be the trigger that Milly needs to realize that she really does like him.

if im being honest, this might speed up the romance process quite a bit, because if Milly falls first, its over. She would completely smother Knives in like welcome back kisses and he wouldn't know what to do LOLOL

okay, to stick with the slowburn, i could see Knives coming back and complimenting Milly on the harvest, and Milly unwittingly admitting that she had missed him. Then, quietly, mostly because Knives doesn't particularly want to admit it to himself, he tells her he missed her too.

Milly, being herself, just takes his hand and kisses his cheek, probably unable to tell him with words.

and then idk.............. thats a whole new fic.....

ty veil !!!!! i really liked thinking about this lolol

[graedari]

please tell us more about your pokemon hc for the aa crew

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Hehehehehe OF COURSE I WILL- (also tagging @joyfulness03 because they asked to hear more as well)

In pieces lol. I have a lot of thoughts- So first of all, these are the main Pokémon I thought of for Phoenix. His first Pokémon having been a Shinx, which is now a Luxray! Mostly my ideas for him were what Pokémon are blue (or vaguely blue) and have spikes?

I gave him the Shinx/Luxray because if I remember correctly they have a whole thing about being able to detect stuff through walls or some shit and that they are very loyal and I thought that fit Phoenix really well. I gave him a Lucario because it’s the whole aura thing and I thought that tired well into Phoenix using the Magatama. The Beldum/Eventual Metagross kinda also a play on the Magtama since y’know… Psychic rock? (Please ignore the fact Beldum is a Steel type not a Rock Type I know this shhhh). I gave him Latios to mirror Edgdeworth who (spoiler) has a Latias. It both plays into their mirroring of one another and Latios also acts like a big brother sort of figure to Latias and I like how that mirrors his relationship with Maya and Pearls as their sort of older brother. The Alolan Sandshew was because I wanted to give him a Sandslash because of the spikes and then I had the big brain moment where I remembered there’s a blue one. (Also tell me Phoenix doesn’t deserve a Sandshrew - you can’t. I love Sandshrew). And then I gave him a shiny Electivire. Hear me out- Electivire has like comfy dad vibes… okay? Like it gives the sesame vibes as Beanix does and I just think I deserve to give one of my favorite characters one of my favorite Pokémon (and shiny because blue accents lol)

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk (please if you want to hear my thoughts on someone else’ team let me know 👀 I don’t have every single aa character obviously and I made these before gen9 so I might rework some that I think would have Pokémon that work better but yeah! Send me more asks!)

[earthbovndmisfit]

Merman Jonathan crawled over sand, dirt and pavement to make his way over to Speedwagon's house, so when Speedwagon finds him, with cuts and bruises and passed out and dehydrated, on his doorstep, he hurriedly drags him indoors and heaves him into the tub.

He remembers he's from the ocean and would need salt water so he just grabs a whole shaker of salt from his kitchen and dumps it into the tub. He hopes it's enough.

Speedwagon is relieved to see his pale skin and dulled scales slowly get their color back as he soaks in the water. He gently submerges Jonathan's face and sees his gills start to open and close. He's breathing fine again.

Now Speedwagon has to work on his injuries. He's sustained bad scrapes onto his elbows, belly and the underside of his tail as he crawled across rough ground, and he's lost quite a few scales. Carefully he washes the wounds with the water in the tub to clear out the dirt and sand, and as he applies the medicine, Jonathan comes to, wincing from the pain and looking around confused.

Jonathan stares up at him, his face half submerged and his sea-blue eyes wide and afraid.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Jojo," he says, to reassure the hurt and frightened merman, gently running his hands over his wet blue hair.

"You're safe with me now."

That last part just tugged hard at my feels, oh my goddddd!!!! ;v;

And aww yeah! This is exactly what I was thinking about the other day. The ground on the land is super coarse and, usually, hot too, even during the first hours of the night after all the sunlight it absorbed throughout the day. These conditions alone are probably enough to hinder a sea creature's journey outside of the sea a lot.

I'm sure Speedwagon was absolutely shocked, first due to the fact that, well, there's a HUGE merman, lying at his doorstep, half-dead, and later on his shock shifts to Jonathan's bruises and the paleness of his skin now that he's in the tub and under much better lighting. Small side not here: I'm going with the assumption that all this happened at night as that would help Jona's wandering easier since not many would be able to spot him in the dark btw!

So yeah, once he's in the tub, Speedwagon puts to good use all of his knowledge on sea creatures as well as on first aid. And so he goes to get as much salt as he possibly can from his kitchen, maybe even borrowing some from a neighbor, too, or getting some from the corner shop? He doesn't want this big guy to die on him after all!

He's worried all the while, pondering and wondering just exactly what's going on as he pours all that salt into the water where Jona is now immersed in, not sure if any of this is going to work or be enough, but he's determined to do his best, and so he gets to work on those bruises and cuts, cleaning them with utmost care as not to make them worse or cause the merman any further discomfort. Speedwagon may not know him, but something in his heart tells him that he probably has good reasons to be here. His house is not that close to the shoreline, for starters, so that means Jona has been out of the sea for quite a while now. Besides, the land can be quite a hostile environment for a sea creature, as attested by all those cuts on him, some nastier than others. Robert's heart sinks a bit when he catches glimpse of the missing scales as well as all the scraped ones. Their shiny and pretty hues marred by dirt and scratches from the rocks and pavement. It is then that a soft twitch of Jona's tail seems to tell the blonde that his guest is awake, and he confirms that as soon as he turns to look at his face, locking eyes with him as he stares half-immersed in the water. Those sea-blue eyes are the most gorgeous eyes Robert has ever seen, but he doesn't make any comments about it as his attention is immediately snatched by the apparent fear in the merman's beautiful eyes.

At some point, amidst his unconscious state, Jonathan probably mumbled his own name -his nickname, in this case- as he went through some kind of nightmare, which seemed to have aided in some way to the fear reflected on his eyes now that he's woken up. And so, figuring it may help to give the merman some sense of comfort, he uses his nickname to address him, making sure to keep his tone as quiet and genuinely tender as he can, this to show the merman that he means no harm and that he wants to help him.

It definitely works, as Jonathan lets him finish his task without causing trouble, mumbling many soft "thanks" and words of appreciation all the while. Even then, and after he's done and Jona should be feeling much better, it's obvious to Speedwagon that, as he suspected earlier, there may be more to Jojo's story than just some bruises and cuts he got on his short-lived adventure around on the land. There's undeniable sadness in those gorgeous sea-blue eyes of his and, for some reason, Speedwagon decides that he has to do something about it but, of course, he first needs to hear what may be ailing this handsome merman so he can provide all his help.

[mxstball]

a pink butterfree — kitty, yellow’s beloved little friend — comes to rest at Leaf’s side. She chitters, mournfully, before flapping her wings a bit.

seems she wants to stay with you for now.

"Huh?"

Leaf and Eevee were staking out in the wilderness again to prepare to set out to the Hoenn Region soon, but they weren't expecting for someone to find them. Even stranger, they hadn't expected for Kitty of all things to find them. She could tell that color scheme from anywhere -- she was the only Shiny Butterfree that she knew, after all.

"Kitty?" Leaf blinked. Kitty looked to want to stay for now, and it was mournful for something.

Did... something happen to Yellow?

"Shhhh. Shhh. I'm here, Kitty. I'm here." Leaf gave the bug a gentle pet, but then reached in her bag... and took out a Poké Puff. "Here. Have one for now. Eevee and me are here for you, okay?"