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bumblesimagines · 7 months ago

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Summer Days

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/His/Him, M!Reader

Summary: Sarah's summers have always been days filled with fun and occasionally chaos. Her two most memorable summers? Completely and utterly different from each other.

CW/TW: Typical OBX warnings, mentions of drinking, brief mention of dealing, uhhh situationships being the worst, very minor angst, sarah please pick a guy and stick with him

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"And I told him I wanted the newest Hermès bag that came out recently. I mean, I sent him a picture of it and everything, but no, Jason 'forgot' and got me a Prada bag. Dad always gets me Prada for my birthday, and he knows that. It's like he's not even listening to me."

Sarah absentmindedly listened to Phoebe vent about her boyfriend again, her head tilted out to observe the long expanse of the ocean around them. Her mouth still felt sticky from the juice she'd been drinking, the taste of mango dancing on her tongue and mixing with a hint of strawberry from the sips she'd taken of Audrey's daiquiri. She inhaled the salty air and turned away from the serene scenery to search for the rest of the Kooks around.

She spotted most of the guys in the water or lingering around the bar, among them her older brother who lounged on the pool floaty Kelce had brought along. Topper remained by the bar to work as their temporary bartender, taking out and pouring cool drinks for them whilst animatedly chatting with Jason who seemed oblivious to his girlfriend's irritation. Kelce finished his beer with one last swing and wiped at his mouth with the back of his wrist before he ran forward and dove off the yacht into the water, droplets of water briefly raining on the three girls and pulling groans from Phoebe and Audrey.

With a soft chuckle, Sarah swung her legs over the couch and wiped the droplets off her warm arms, the heat of the floor digging into the bottom of her feet as she quickly headed for the shaded area to escape it. Topper greeted her with a wide smile and offered her one of the beer bottles he cracked open but she dismissed him with a shake of her head and headed below deck where sweet feeling AC oozed out to cool her sun-kissed skin.

She spared a glance over her shoulder to ensure Topper hadn't followed her down for a conversation before she opened the door leading into the bedroom and slipped inside. She shut the door quietly behind her and turned on her heel to eye the familiar man lying on the bed. He lifted his head groggily and squinted through the light pouring in from the window, grunting quietly when he recognized her and dropping his head back onto the pillow.

"Hey, sleepyhead." She greeted, climbing into the bed and feeling herself sink into the mattress as she crawled over to him. Flopping down beside him and propping her head up on her hand, she used the other one to stroke his head with a small smile. "Long night, huh? I haven't seen you in hours."

"The Carrera's let the Zimmermans host their wedding vow renewal at the restaurant and the last few guests left around 2 in the morning. You'd think with their age and money, they'd know a few things about etiquette." He huffed softly and rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles, lips forming a small pout. Exhaustion still clung to his tone.

"Sounds like 'em." She giggled.

Scooting closer and pressing herself into his side, she leaned in and pecked the corner of his lips. He breathily chuckled and lolled his head to the side to look at her through half-lidded eyes threatening to fully close again. His arm slipped under and around her waist, fingertips brushing over her hip and toying with the side of the blue bikini bottom. Her lips tugged into a smile and she leaned forward again, properly pressing her lips over his and dragging her body over his. She shuddered at the feeling of his cold skin pressing against her, feeling the vibrations of another chuckle.

He pressed his palms against her back and she immediately arched with a soft hiss to escape the cold, the contrast in temperatures sending a sharp jolt up her spine. "You're cold." She whined, swatting at his shoulder and puffing out her cheeks in a huff that faded with his gentle laughter.

His arms tightened around her and he rolled them over swiftly, the movements drawing a short squeak from Sarah followed by more giggling. He slumped down on top of her, the weight of his body pressing down on her and keeping her trapped beneath the cold. She gave a low groan at the feeling and fumbled around for the tousled blankets until she tugged one over them to escape the cold of the blasting AC. His lips pushed against hers again, more lazily than she had, and his fingers toyed with the laces of her bikini top.

Sarah hardly recalled when he'd gone from simply being her brother's friend to being the guy she snuck around with. There'd been a time when she'd dismissed the very thought of even flirting with someone involved with her brother's shenanigans but his friendly smile and the gentleness of his touch had turned her brain to mush. What she'd intended to be a simple kiss of curiosity extended into opening herself up to be at her most vulnerable.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, tugging a heavy sigh from his chest. She watched him sluggishly search around the edge of the bed until his knuckles bumped into the nightstand and he managed to find his phone with a quiet grunt. (Y/N) raised his head and tapped the screen, watching it light up and show a new message. Sarah's lips pursed at the sight of Kiara's text, unable to tear her eyes away from the text in hopes of seeing its contents.

"How's..." Sarah swallowed. "How's Kie?"

"Still hanging out with her troublemakers." (Y/N) yawned, pressing over a single emoji and sending it in response. "They're gonna wind up dead sooner or later if they keep all that shit up. Or in jail."

"I don't know," Sarah said thoughtfully, raising her gaze to the ceiling, her fingertips toying with the ends of her hair. "They always look like they're having fun, like every day is a new adventure for them."

(Y/N) chuckled and set his phone down on the nightstand again, ignoring the next time it buzzed. "You want to be one of 'em now?"

"What? You don't think I can be?"

"I think-" (Y/N) pressed his lips against her jawline. "-that Kie will never let you anywhere near her boys, let alone join them on their 'adventures', Sarah."

Sarah shifted her weight from foot to foot, bubbling nerves forming in the pit of her stomach as she focused on the graying hair of the man in front of her, resisting the urge to peer around him to look at (Y/N) tending the register. How long had it been since the end of... whatever they had going on? Almost a year, she recalled, since they parted ways and she found herself a spot amongst the Pogues. A dozen things had practically happened since then, some highs she'd remember forever and some lows she'd rather forget.

"Have a good day," (Y/N) called to the man shuffling away with his things, his eyes locking onto his phone screen as he typed swiftly before tucking it back into his pocket. He looked at her, blinked in surprise, and then plastered on one of those tight-lipped smiles people used to greet each other on the street.

"Hi." Sarah exhaled, heaving two paint cans onto the counter before retrieving the two smaller ones she'd set on the floor. "It's been a while."

"Yeah," (Y/N) scanned each bucket of paint, the silence that followed filled by the soft whir of the AC and the quiet beeping of the scanner. "I assume these are for the project down at Maybank's old place?"

"Yeah! We're, uhm, we're opening up our own shops down by the water. It'd be nice if you, uhm, decided to stop by once we're done. Support your local business and all that." Sarah laughed, somewhat awkwardly, and tucked some hair behind her ear, her lips pursing slightly when he only hummed in response. He looked the same, she noted. The casual, nonchalant attitude remained, the very thing that'd caught her attention after his smile.

"Funny coming from a Cameron." He muttered, tapping some buttons before nudging the card machine toward her. "Your total is $23.92."

"Routledge now, actually," Sarah corrected half-heartedly, fumbling with the pockets of her jacket before taking out the cash Pope had reluctantly parted with after he'd ensured to remind her numerous times to just buy the four cans of paint. She flicked through the bills, counting softly under her breath before handing over the money.

"Soon-to-be or was it a small, private affair?" (Y/N) asked, sticking the money in the register and handing her back the change. She ignored the buzz in her veins when their fingers grazed and shoved the change into her pocket, reminding herself why she'd chosen John B in the first place... though, she'd be lying if it hadn't started as a rebound. "Or is it one of those things like getting a promise ring and then waiting a few years?"

"We're... still figuring it out." Sarah shrugged and took a deep breath, grasping the cool handles and lifting the cans from the counter. She pressed her lips together, eyes flickering between the two remaining cans on the counter and internally groaning over having brushed Kiara off so she could spend time with JJ. "Can-"

"You can take the lighter ones." (Y/N) snorted softly, rounding the counter and taking the cans from her already aching hands. Sarah inhaled, and then held it, the subtle smell of his cologne washing over her and filling her head with memories of their time together. "Where's the car?"

Once she took the smaller cans, she led him outside where humid air and blazing sunrays awaited them, immediately making her miss the cold air in the store as they walked down the sidewalk to the curb where she'd parked the Twinkie. She clutched the cans with one arm and fumbled for the keys with the other before unlocking the passenger door and setting them down below the seat. (Y/N) mimicked her actions, carefully setting the cans down and rubbing the imprint from the handles.

Shutting the door for her, he turned to face her, lips drawn into a line that barely resembled a smile. "Well, it was nice seeing you, Sarah. Good luck with your, uh, maybe husband and all that."

"You could- you could come, you know, to our place. I'm sure Kie would love catching up and- and I think you'd really like Cleo. She's amazing and-"

"I don't think that'd be a good idea considering our... history."

Sarah's brows twitched downward, a mixture of embarrassment and a hint of hurt flaring inside her. "History? You can say the word, you know. It was a relationship. We were together for, what? A year? Almost two? And you never even bothered inviting me to things or- or even being public about it-"

"We never talked about what it was." (Y/N) scoffed. "We were friends who fucked for a long time. I never knew what it actually was because you never wanted to talk about it, Sarah. You were the one who broke it off, anyway, and for what? We argued one time and you moved on. So, I don't get why you're bringing this up now or why you're upset when you're in a relationship."

"I- I..." Sarah trailed off, her mouth clamping shut and teeth grinding together. She raked a frustrated hand through her hair, pushing back the strands of blonde and brown hair away from her face. "I got scared, okay? Sometimes I get scared so I leave people before they can leave and break my heart. I.. I'm sorry. I didn't want us to- to end like that. I didn't want us to end at all. I wanted to, I don't know.. make you jealous so you'd come back."

"But I didn't, and now you're with Routledge, so maybe it wasn't meant to be in the first place." (Y/N) exhaled heavily, his shoulders slumping with the air that escaped his lungs. "I don't do this type of thing anymore, Sarah. I left all that childish back-and-forth shit in high school; I don't deal, anymore, or even hang with Barry. If you want to be a Routledge, you can't go around talking to other guys about why things didn't work out. Don't fuck this up for yourself."

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goodlucktai · 5 months ago

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raised on little light (3/?)

rise of the tmnt word count: 4k as you can see the chapter count has become a mystery even to me, i really was not anticipating another leo pov and yet the blue boy got me. as always big thank you to @soldrawss and @mykimouser for making this au richer and more lived-in than it would have been without them title borrowed from northern attitude by noah kahan read on ao3

2020

Leo is being carried.

The rest of the world is a shapeless blur of muted color that slides in and out of focus the second he lets his mind wander, so he clings to what he knows. He’s three-fourths little brother down to his very core, and he knows exactly what it feels like to be picked up and taken somewhere by someone who wants him to go to bed, or come eat dinner at the table, or just be held until some danger is gone and a safe place is found.

The footsteps beneath him echo in all directions even though they’re only resolutely headed in one, and there is a constant dull drum of water moving through pipes, punctuated by drips and splashes, and a stale, pungent smell that coats everything like a layer of growth.

One sewer tunnel probably sounds like any other, but Leo would like to believe that he knows the way home when he hears it. He runs the risk of being wrong and finding himself someplace unfamiliar but he opens his eyes to take a peek anyway.

It’s dark, with only passing moments of light from grates overhead to see by, and it takes a few more minutes than it should for Leo to realize that he does know where he is. He knows the poorly designed clusters of pipes, the faded brickwork covered in faded spray paint that a much younger Michelangelo left there before he ran out of room and had to branch out farther, the upcoming intersection with a maintenance tunnel to the left that always floods when it rains, where four little kids used to race paper boats.

Home, Leo’s heart cries out. He’s so close now. For a crazy minute back there he thought that he’d never go home again.

Belatedly, he thinks to pull his gaze inward, up toward the face of the person carrying him. Leo’s at an angle where he can really only observe a spotted cheek and a stubborn chin in profile.

The guy who appeared out of nowhere to save him, the stranger who isn’t really a stranger if the ancestral magic in Leo’s chest that reaches eagerly towards him is to be believed. A bigger turtle who did what bigger turtles always did and carried the smaller one.

Giorgio—that’s what he said his name was. Another painter.

Another brother, Leo thinks, catching that thought with both hands and holding tight to it before it can disappear. It’s as quiet and slippery as a fish and Leo’s out here on a boat without a net.

“You know the way,” Leo says. It must be kind of abrupt from the way Gio’s eyes dart down to his in surprise. “You said you did,” Leo adds, to prove he’d been paying attention. “But how? Are you sure you’re real? Or are you a psycho—psy—pomp—uh—the thing that guides people’s souls when they die. You can tell me, I can take it.”

If this is death it’s not too bad. He’d been imagining something a lot worse. But he can see Gio frown, and feels him shift Leo a little closer, as if daring any other monster lurking in the dark to try its worst.

“You’re not dying,” the spotted turtle says. “You’ll be fine.”

Leo assesses himself. Everything is a little floaty, a little hard to hold onto, and his head is killing him. He feels the way he did in the prison dimension, where gravity was an afterthought, half-heartedly doing its job. This feels alarmingly like that.

He wants to believe he’s out, that home is just a few city blocks away, that he’ll follow his little brother’s paint trails all the way there, but he didn’t earn that miracle. It’s hard to understand why he would have gotten one in the first place.

He was so sure he was done for. Doubt creeps in. He tries not to be afraid.

It’s not about me, Leo thinks, but the mantra is losing some of its steel. He’s still that stupid, selfish kid that nearly got everyone killed, after all, he really hasn’t learned a thing. Even though he knows what he deserves, he still wants the other thing. He wants to go home.

Eventually, Leo realizes that a faint low buzzing in his ear is actually humming. Gio is humming. It’s an unasked for, undeserved comfort, but it soothes the sudden sting of fear like lidocaine. Leo absorbs it, then abruptly something clicks in the back of his mind and the song resolves itself into one he recognizes.

Three little birds sat on my window…

“Oh,” he says, “I love this song. You must not be an alien after all, not if you know what good music sounds like.”

“Is that how that works?” Gio stops humming to ask. He’s not smiling, but his voice sounds like one anyway.

“Hey, I’m the expert here,” Leo says importantly, proud of himself when he only slurs on the sibilants. “You’ve passed the first part of my litmus test. Now I just need you to select all the images that contain bridges.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean.” Leo is about to explain the joke when Gio goes on, completely straight-faced, “We don’t have CAPTCHAs on my planet.”

It takes a moment to register—a longer moment than it should, which Leo is happy to blame on his concussion and Gio’s frankly amazing poker face—but when it does, Leo can’t help but laugh.

He hasn’t laughed since the invasion started, and for awhile back there he was pretty sure he’d never laugh again, but now he’s wheezing breathlessly even though it sparks pain all through his ribs, half-smothered against Gio’s shoulder.

When he thinks to look, he sees Gio smiling for real this time.

I don’t know where you came from, Leo thinks, or maybe says out loud, but I’m glad you’re here.

Gio’s step falters a little bit, but he keeps walking.

The closer they get to the turnstiles that serve as the front entrance to the lair, the more clearly Leo can make out raised voices. The confused rambling in his brain goes quiet and his heart sits up at attention, because it sounds like Mikey is shouting. It sounds like he’s crying.

“Oh, no,” Leo says. “We gotta—hey, we gotta get in there.”

He is abruptly aware of his missing swords, the lack of any suitable stand-in for him to transform into a sword. He’s tapped out, he doesn’t think he could so much as walk a few steps on his own, but he won’t let that stop him. He would portal to the moon a hundred times if it would take that grief-adjacent anger out of his baby brother’s tone.

Gio doubles his pace, because he’s clearly a turtle with his priorities in order, hopping the turnstiles and shooting like an arrow through the messy living room toward the garage where all the noise seems to be coming from.

Mikey’s still shouting. The sound is grating and horrible, like it’s hurting his throat to do it, like it’s about to either ratchet up into a shriek or double over into a howl at any moment. Leo can’t make out what he’s saying, but he doesn’t need to know to be unsettled by it. He’s never heard Mikey sound this way before, not even when they lost Gram-gram and the first lair and had to leave dad behind. What could possibly be worse than all of that?

“That’s my sunshine,” Leo tells Gio seriously. “Shouldn’t sound like that at all. World might still be ending.”

“As far as he’s concerned, it is,” Gio replies. “He thinks his big brother died.”

Leo’s stomach lurches sickly, an instant, intense reaction, because his mind connects ‘big brother’ straight to Raphie and then draws another line to connect Raphie to ‘died,’ and then everything falls out from under him like the ground is gone and the sky is gone and it’s just bleak empty horrible nothing in all directions.

Only he can hear Raph’s warbling rumble from down the hall now, all thick and syrupy, stuttering in a way that’s unlike him. It puts a hard pause on Leo’s panic, yanking up the emergency brake. Raph is alive.

His twin is also Mikey’s big brother, and maybe that’s who Gio meant, but now that Leo has had a moment of stunned disorientation—confusion that is sitting with itself instead of just screaming wordlessly in both his ears—he realizes Donnie’s little light in Leo’s soul is as warm and alive as ever. So is Raph’s, and Mikey’s, and April’s, and dad’s. Their constellation hasn’t gone dark anywhere. If anything, it’s one star brighter than it used to be.

Then they’re in the doorway and there’s no more time to think because Leo is staring across the garage at his family, who are all staring back at him. The sudden silence rings for a very long, stretching second. They’re all there—everyone Leo held close to his heart in hell, everyone he was ready to die for.

They’re all staring at him like they’ve just seen a ghost. They’re all very still, like the ghost might disappear if they’re not careful.

This is when Leo should say something. He had—back in the prison dimension, he had so much he wanted to say to all of them. So many last words and goodbyes.

When he opens his mouth, what spills out is, “I’m sorry.” He’s looking at Raph, his Raphie, whose right eye is inflamed and puffed closed, whose left shoulder still hasn’t been bandaged by anyone. It must hurt. Leo hates that it hurts, that it’s his fault it hurts. “I’m sorry,” he tries again. “You’re my hero. That’s what I meant. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t know what else to do. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry.”

Suddenly Donnie is right there, so fast he must have teleported, which is not a thing that Leo knew Donnie knew how to do. He wastes no time pulling Leo into a crushing hug and they sink to the floor beneath Leo’s weight.

Leo’s ribs and leg scream in protest but that’s their own problem. Donnie’s snuffling wetly, sad softshell sounds that make Leo’s heart crack right down the middle, that hurt like knives in his stomach, that override every single other thing in the universe. He hugs Donnie back as hard as he’s capable of. He’s not letting go until someone wrestles him away.

A smaller body collides with them both and the embrace changes shape. Donnie would only loosen this particular brand of death grip if it was to include their baby brother. Mikey burrows right in, shoving his damp face against Leo’s shoulder, his whole body heaving with how hard he’s sobbing.

And then they’re all seized in huge arms and held securely against a rumbling chest that Leo would know anywhere. He’d know Raph even if he was deaf and blind and numb, he’d know him at the end of the world. The whole world.

“Leo,” Raph sobs. It’s all he can seem to manage, so he says it again. “Leo.”

“You scared me so bad,” Mikey chokes out. “Lee, I thought, I thought I’d never see you again.”

Leo can’t move more than to press his cheek to the top of Mikey’s head. “Reports of my death have been greatly—”

“Make one single joke and I’ll murder you, and no jury on earth would convict me for it,” Donnie hisses against his temple, still roughly more turtle than person.

“Noted,” Leo mumbles, and then makes an upset sound because Raph is setting them all down and Mikey is peeling away just barely and he doesn’t know why they’re letting go even that much until familiar hands are cupping his face. “Daddy,” he realizes, going boneless. “I missed you.”

It’s nowhere near big enough to describe how badly he wanted his dad when he was on the other side of that portal. He doesn’t know any words big enough.

“I missed you, too, Baby Blue,” Splinter says, stroking the stripes on Leo’s cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, unendingly gentle, the way nothing in the prison dimension was gentle. “Luckily we will not have another opportunity to miss each other for a very long time because you are grounded for the next century.”

An excuse to stay home forever is not a bad thing to the person Leo is currently, but he still has a brand to maintain, so he says, “Hmf. I want my lawyer.”

“She’s already filed a motion to withdraw from the case, on grounds of her client being an uncooperative little shit,” April says from somewhere above him, voice drawing in closer as she presses a firm kiss to his forehead. “You’re doing the time.”

“This whole justice system is a scam,” Leo says. He has to blink hard so he doesn’t lose focus, there’s still one person he hasn’t put eyes on. He’ll have bad dreams if he falls asleep before he checks in on everybody. “Where’s Junior? He’ll be on my side.”

Something uncomfortable and guilty steals across his sibling’s faces—the faces Leo can see, anyway. Donnie still has his tucked in the crook of Leo’s neck and shoulder and doesn’t seem inclined to change that anytime soon. Raph ducks out of the way a little, and Mikey says, “He’s—yeah, he’s here—”

The human boy who shuffles forward is wringing his hands, face ashen and tacky with old tears and eyes glassy with new ones. He looks more anxious and sick to his stomach now than he did when he was unwillingly pitched through a time gateway by the remnants of his doomed family. The second he meets Leo’s eyes he crumples to his knees so he’s looking up at Leo instead of down, this poor kid they all owe so much.

“I’m so sorry,” Casey says. His voice doesn’t tremble or break but there’s barely any air behind it, like it’s taking everything he has to get the words out. “I closed the portal on you. I killed you. I’m so sorry, sensei.”

Leo hates everything about this. He lurches forward, gets exactly nowhere with all the people holding him, but manages to free an arm and snatch up one of Casey’s restless hands.

“Three things,” he says, wishing he could be more eloquent, “and you need to listen.”

“I’m listening,” Casey whispers.

“I told you to close the portal. I put that on you. That wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have made you do that. Right after you lost your dad. That was just—horrible for you—and when my brain isn’t a scrambled egg I’ll make it up to you. I will,” he adds fiercely, when Casey opens his mouth to interject. “Hush. You’re still listening. The second thing—you didn’t kill me, I’m right here. Alive, not a ghost.”

Not a ghost, he thinks, because no one would go all the way to the prison dimension to save a ghost. And no one would hum for a ghost, or carry one home, or share a stupid joke to make the darkness around them not so dark. Not a ghost.

“And—you’re still listening?” Leo checks. Casey nods jerkily like a puppet on a string. Leo squeezes his hand and says, “You saved us. You saved everybody. Don’t be sorry. You’re a lifesaver, Casey Jones.”

That child soldier comportment finally dissolves enough for the shaken seventeen-year-old underneath it all to peer out, devastated, orphaned, displaced. He holds Leo’s hand in both of his own and nods again.

“How did you get out, Leo?” Raph asks, absurdly tentative as he asks the question they’re probably all wondering. He sounds afraid to jinx his good luck.

“New brother,” Leo says. “Who is not imaginary. Or an alien. He was tested extensively and passed with flying colors.”

“Good to know,” April says, gently stroking his sore head the way he could remember her doing every time he was sick since the age of seven. Then she pauses. “Wait, did you say—”

It’s funny, they’re all ninjas or ninja-adjacents, and they still managed to completely forget about the whole entire extra mutant turtle in the room. The turtle who carried Leo here, who Donnie extracted Leo from in the first place, who has been quietly observing their reunions this entire time.

So overall, situational awareness is definitely an area that needs some improvement, but in their defense it’s been one hell of a day.

Gio, for his part, is as good as a statue in the doorway. Every warm hint of feeling Leo managed to thaw out of him is back behind a resting murder face, that face that stared down the Krang General without flinching.

“Hi,” he says once the entire room is staring at him, as unflappable as ever. “Gio,” he adds, by way of introduction.

He’s so cool, Leo thinks, or maybe says out loud, if the sidelong looks his siblings give him are any indication. It’s hard to keep track when all he wants to do is lay his aching head down for roughly fifty consecutive hours.

“Oh,” Mikey says, wide-eyed. It’s a sentiment echoed on Donnie and Raph’s faces, too.

They’re letting themselves feel it, recognizing him the way Leo did in that connected place where their ninpo lives—the steadfast red mountain, and brilliant purple lightning, and cheerful orange bonfire, and mischievous blue wind, the landscape that Leo knows as well as he knows his own face in the mirror.

There’s another feeling there now, another color; a fifth presence. Soft, unassuming gray that could turn stormy in an instant. Calm water meeting the shore at low tide. Miles away yet, not quite close enough to touch, but undeniable. A piece they hadn’t even realized was missing until it wasn’t anymore.

“Little Spot?” Splinter blurts. He looks rattled. If he wasn’t kneeling on the floor already he might have fallen over. He pushes himself upright, bracing himself on Raph’s shoulder, and says, “It is you. One of my sweet baby turtles. But how can it be you? I watched—the day we escaped the lab, a machine went haywire, and you were—”

“The light you saw back then was a portal,” Gio says. His tone gives absolutely nothing away. He could just as easily be talking to anyone about any old thing. “It didn’t kill me. It just took me someplace else.”

“A portal,” Splinter says numbly. “All this time, one of my babies has just been—someplace else.”

“Splints, how can you be so sure?” April says, more out of journalistic curiosity than any real disbelief.

Splinter beckons at Gio with both hands. There’s a brief, stilted pause on Gio’s end, and then he obediently folds to his knees so the rat can reach him. He looks like the very last thing he’s expecting is to be held the way Leo was held just minutes ago, his spotted face cradled carefully in his dad’s hands. Suddenly he looks his age.

“Yes, look at that,” Splinter says warmly. “He has my eyes, just as his brothers do. There is no mistake. He is one of ours.”

From the way Gio blinks, it’s his first time hearing anything like that. His stillness now is more aligned with a prey animal than a badass alien-killing predator, as if he’s keeping himself safe by not moving a single inch or even breathing visibly. Leo feels a pang in his stomach, made lonely just by proximity to that expression on his new brother’s face.

Stick around, Georgie, Leo thinks, and you’ll forget what it felt like to be alone. I promise, I swear.

“Oh, what?” Mikey whines thickly, rubbing his face dry on Leo’s arm like the brat he is. “We had another brother this whole time and we’re only just getting him now? That’s not fair!”

“Clemmys guttata, an aquatic turtle,” Donnie says, bright-eyed with interest. “Clearly a man of distinguished taste. I’ll need a blood sample.”

“Donnie,” April says with an air of exhaustion.

“Raph has so many questions,” Raph admits.

“I’ll answer them,” Gio says calmly. If he’s overwhelmed, it would be nearly impossible to prove it. “But first Leo needs a medic.”

It’s comical the way everyone springs into action the second they finish processing that statement—or it would be, if Leo wasn’t suddenly un-hugged by a whole bunch of people. Displeased, he says, “He doesn’t need a medic, he is a medic. I know exactly which of my bones are broken, thank you very much.”

“You have broken bones?” Donnie snaps. “And you’ve just been sitting on the floor letting us manhandle you like an entire idiot?”

“Infirmary,” Casey announces, already halfway across the room. “Sensei trained me in field medicine, I can help with anything short of open-heart surgery. Are we stocked?”

“Who do you think you’re dealing with?” April says, which means ‘yes, our resident paramedic is pedantic about one thing and one thing only and that’s having enough medical supplies to outlast a zombie apocalypse.’

Leo is scooped up in Raph’s arms, handled much more carefully now that everyone is aware of his not-entirely-intact state. Normally at this point he would be sinking, lulled into uselessness. The adrenaline fading, the individual hurts jumping up and down and waving pompoms to get his attention. He’s so close now to being able to just lay down and let someone else take care of things, but—

But Gio hasn’t made any move to join them. He’s lingering behind, like he’s trying to be respectful of someone else’s family during this difficult time. Or like he’s just waiting for them to forget about him so he can disappear.

Leo’s heart jumps as panic seizes him by the throat and all quiet, peaceful thoughts of passing out go up in smoke.

“Wait,” he blurts, lurching forward so suddenly that Raph almost drops him. “Hey, don’t go.”

What if the Krang comes back? What if Leo gets lost and ends up in the prison dimension again? What if he never got out in the first place? Leo is pretty sure he’s home for real, and he’s almost one-hundred percent positive that everything is okay, but he wants Gio to be here just in case. He wants all his siblings safe where he can see them, including this one.

Leo doesn’t realize he’s reaching until his open hands are taken carefully. Gio holds them and leans in to look right at Leo so Leo can look right at him. His eyes are deep and dark but there’s rich, warm brown in them when the light’s just right. His face could be carved from stone, but it softens for smaller turtles.

Gio glances up at Raph. Leo doesn’t have to look to know that Raph is probably smiling warmly back at him. If Gio is looking for a reason to leave, he won’t find one there.

Donnie is a harder sell on most days, but not on this one. He’s still got one hand wrapped around Leo’s arm. He’s still shivering off and on, like he just had a really close brush with his absolute worst nightmare and now he keeps seeing afterimages of it each time he blinks. Donnie would be willing to make peace with Big Mama and Witch Town and the Purple Dragons all in the same day if they were the ones who brought his twin home—but since it was Gio, he gets the free lifetime pass into Donatello’s good graces, which is a lot like winning the Powerball jackpot on your first try.

And Mikey, of course, is everything bright and sweet and spoiled in the world, beaming at Gio and gearing up to baby brother his way into getting exactly what he wants, accepting no substitutions.

“Come on, at least give us the chance to win you over,” he wheedles. “I’ll make my world-famous breakfast empanadas in the morning if that sweetens the pot!”

Gio seems to have no idea how to look directly at Mikey’s shining face, so he looks down at his own hands instead. Leo holds onto them a little tighter, and it feels almost like being back in the prison dimension, knowing the most important thing he can do is hold on.

Come in already, Leo imagines calling out to the tide, that distant crashing water still dithering off the coast, still making its mind up about making this place its home. We saved a spot for you.

“Stay,” Leo says stubbornly. Unreasonably, maybe. Gio came here from somewhere, and presumably has somewhere to go when he’s done killing aliens and babysitting clingy turtles, but he can belong to them, too, can’t he? They’re all big kids, they can share.

Whoever else loves him out there in the universe must love him enough to share, or they wouldn’t have let him go in the first place.

“Let’s make a deal,” Gio finally offers.

“I’m listening,” Leo replies, game face on.

“If you accept all the medical attention Casey decides you need without sulking or fast-talking or trying to sneak off,” Gio says flatly, that blink-and-you-miss-it humor, “I’ll stay for breakfast.”

Leo gapes at him, game face off. “Uh, hey, new guy, what gave you the impression I would do any of those things?”

Donnie doesn’t bother containing his snort, amusement breaking through the stormy upset on his face, and Mikey laughs out loud. Raph’s chest is rumbling, affectionate and happy, and Gio is gazing at all of them like he knows exactly how much their smiles are worth.

Like he knows exactly how much Leo is worth, and he’s willing to stick around anyway.

“Deal?” Gio says, quiet and kind.

“Yeah.” Leo matches his tone without meaning to, all but whispering, “Deal.”

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt oc #hamato leonardo #hamato michelangelo #hamato raphael #hamato donatello #april o'neil #casey junior #my writing #tmnt fic #the archer au

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year ago

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Jungkook

+1 Chance | Short/Oneshot

In which some people get an extra life.

Tags/Warnings: pro Esports!Kook, Teenage crushes to ???, SFW, Short, Open ending, all around fluffy

Length: 2.2k Words

A/N: Yes I'm still writing on existing stuff dw. Just a random valentines day drabble. Not proofread.

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You met Jungkook in summer, many years ago, when the sun was hot and your friends turned out to be nothing but situationships.

You’d been seeing the hints of their friendship not being of honest nature for a while now- but as a young girl barely about to graduate a year later, you didn’t want to be alone during your allegedly best years of your life. So you ignored the warnings one after another, always found excuses as to why their behavior was totally justifiable and normal, even if deep down you knew that you were just trying to convince yourself of that.

And then, you met him- a guy showing you honest kindness for nothing asked in return.

It was hot, sun burning, and you’d tried to get out the pool- but your small strawberry floaty had kept slipping from underneath you, making it hard to find the strength to get out of the large pool in your ‘friend’s’ backyard by yourself- when suddenly, a hand had grabbed the red item to keep it still, so you could properly hold onto it for a moment.

“Here- let me help.” He’d said, black nail polish chipped. And you’d taken on the help, too tired to really care about the fact that your friend had told you to just ignore her brother’s ‘weirdo friends’- him clearly being one of them. “Want me to help you get out? The sun is pretty hot right now, you should get out soon.” He had worried a little, and you'd nodded, pushing yourself up on the ledge after having let go of the floaty, finally having been able to escape the pool with his help, as he made sure you wouldn’t slip or end up back inside because of your strength leaving you.

You weren’t sure back then where your friends even were at that point. But somehow, it was like a moment of realization- a clear sign you couldn’t ignore any longer. “your uh.. friends went to watch a movie upstairs now, in Kate’s room..” he says, watching you sit down in the shade, drying yourself with a towel you brought.

“..thanks.” you’d mumbled. “I.. Probably should go home now.” You’d shrugged, feeling ashamed and embarrassed to ever having trusted these people at all. All they did was use your kindness and clear need for just someone to talk to and befriend- and you’d willingly accepted that, blinded by the glimpses of happiness they’d made you feel every now and then.

They knew how to manipulate you- keep you happy and clingy enough with occasional treats never given too often.

“I mean.. I can drive you. It’s late.” Jungkook had offered you. “But we’re also missing a fourth player for mario-cart right now, down in Kate’s brother’s room.” He’d jokingly told you- something that had given you hope.

“..but won’t it be weird?” You’d worried. “They don’t know me.”

“Well, everyone’s a stranger when you first meet them.” Jungkook had laughed, as he gave you a towel from close by, both of you having slowly walked back into the house. “I’m Jungkook. Just in case you didn’t know. “ He’d introduced himself, smiling like he’s the sun itself.

And little did you know that on that day, as you gave him your name, you both also set the foundation for much more than just a friendship.

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“So you two have history?” Your friend asks, sitting across from you on your hotel room floor, both of you occupied with making sure your freshly applied nail polish dries well. You’re on a weekend trip for just the two of you, to take some time off the stressful life and to nourish your friendship a little.

“Not really.” You shrug. “I wouldn’t call it that. More so.. An awkward friendship when I was younger, before I moved away.” You answer, explaining your situation as to why Jeon Jungkook, one of the current top e-sports players had greeted you when you randomly ran into each other today in the hotel hallway.

“Oh, so he was the guy you had a crush on when you were younger?” She teases, never forgetting anything it seems like- not even a random confession during a childish game of never-have-I-ever. “I knew it. Damn, you were so close! Imagine your life if you’d bagged that guy.” She swoons, having made it known time and time again that she wouldn’t pass up any opportunity to ‘get her hands on those abs’ if she ever had the chance to do so. You know this is simply a joke, but still, her words do make you think.

How would your life have turned out if you got with him?

Would he have chosen to go against his parents’ advice to just keep his hobby as, well, a hobby, or would he have accepted their wishes to instead study something more steady, to earn a position in a stable company? You’ll never know- but despite that, its still interesting to just humor that idea for a moment.

“Hey, maybe there’s still tickets for the tournament!” Your friend chirps up, having noticed her nailpolish having dried by now, phone fetched and disconnected from the charger as she swipes and inputs her passcode to unlock it. “Or I’ll ask if we can have my brother’s tickets, since he didn’t go..” She mumbles, texting him most likely now.

“It’s.. I don’t know, we wanted to go out for dinner though.” You mumble, checking your polish for any imperfections. “You don’t even like gaming that much.” You also add, teasingly so. She rolls her eyes.

“Just cause I don’t play them, doesn’t mean I cant enjoy watching someone play them instead.” She argues. “Also, you can watch the game- I'll watch the pretty boy.” She winks, making you laugh with her, when she receives a text, phone falling out of her hand for a second before she can pick it up again. “Oh- he said we can have them!” She chirps up, clearly excited. “As far as I know they’re free seating- so if we’re early, we get to choose where we wanna sit and watch.” She explains, texting him some more while you contemplate.

This is dumb. He probably has a girlfriend, a life of his own, hell- you have a life of your own now, far away from him. There’s no reason for you to try and test your luck like this, but you’re also a fan of the game he’s competing at. So, maybe..

Yeah. You’re totally not doing it for him. You’re just going to watch the gameplay.

What’s the worst that can happen?

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It’s not even the next day yet, but you already see him again.

On your way down to the reception desk, mission clear in your head to muster up the courage to ask for another pillow instead of sleeping uncomfortably like this, you’ve barely exited your room when your eyes meet again in the hallway.

He says your name. His voice has gotten deeper after all those years, you notice. You nod, and he smiles, the turn of the corner of his mouth pulling your attention to the twin piercing he has placed there, silver rings piercing right through his skin. “It’s been a while.” He offers, hands in the pockets of his pants. He must’ve been out with his teammates, smell of faint cigarette smoke clinging to him as you walk a bit closer.

You nod. You feel awkward, all dressed down like this, having gotten reader for bed hours before, trying to find sleep without the extra comfort another pillow would bring you. “how are you?” He asks, and again, you nod.

You hate this. You’re still terrible at talking to people. “I’m good.. and you?” You answer, avoiding eye contact. Of course he’s obviously doing good- great even, about to bag thousands of prize money tomorrow when he’ll surely win the tournament.

“Good. Great even, now that I.. anyways, do.. What’re you doing here?” He wonders, clearly happy to initiate smalltalk. “vacation or work?”

“vacation. With.. a friend of mine.” You tell him, toes digging onto the fluffy slippers you brought on this trip for yourself. “like.. a girl’s weekend.” You explain, and he nods.

“Yeah.. guess you gotta leave the men at home sometimes to unwind.” He jokes.

“hmhm. Well, she had to- I don’t, you know, have anyone, so I’m flexible.” You tell him, and that seems to make his eyes sparkle almost like you’ve challenged him. Which you didn’t- so why does he look so energized now.

“Cool! I mean.. yeah.” He nods to himself, before he seems to realize something. “Oh hey, if I interrupted you or I’m holding you in a conversation, don’t mind me! You look like you were on your way somewhere-“ he starts, pointing down the gall to the elevator. “But uh.. if you wanna go down, there’s a bunch of drunks down in the lobby, just a warning.” He offers, making you deflate.

“Oh.” You hum, defeated. Well, maybe you cal roll up your sweater or something.

“If you.. I can go with you, if you’d like.” He offers. "I’m still pretty fit. Still boxing. So.. I can be your meat-shield basically.” He jokes, making you giggle, his eyes brightening up at the sound and sight.

“I.. that would be nice, actually.” You accept, and he happily walks next to you into the elevator at that, faint music drowning our the heavy buzzing of the mechanics.

“so uh.. how’s your family?” He wonders. “is your dad still making your mom’s life harder every day?” He jokes, but you shake your head, smiling fondly.

“No, they surprisingly settled these days. They’re.. on a trip themselves. For valentines day and all.” You explain, and Jungkook nods.

“romantic.” He teases, and you giggle, nodding along.

“they.. ask about you a lot. It’s kind of funny.” You tell him. “I can only ever tell them what I see online though.” You shrug.

“You.. know what I do?” he wonders, and your eyes widen as you look at him.

“are you kidding me? You’re the top player at my favorite game.” You say, making his expression moron into one of both wonder- and slightly bashful.

“I uh.. didn’t know. Guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” He laughs it off. “I.. have a tournament actually, tomorrow.”

“I know.” You nod, elevator doors opening. “I’ll be there. With my friend.” You say.

“Oh wow.” He chuckles. “I better win, in that case.” He.. flirts? As he walks towards the reception desk with you- drunk group of friends luckily only being loud, but not aggressive. “where will you sit?”

“its.. free seating, so I’m not sure.” You mumble, before you ask the lady at the desk for another pillow for your room number.

“I could probably reserve some good seats.” He says, and you smile.

“You really don’t have to.” You reassure him, when he suddenly asks the lady for something else as well- a flower from the last bouquet left over from the hotel’s valentines sale for the guests. She happily gives it to him, free of charge, before she tells you that housekeeping will bring you the pillow shortly, before she resumes her own work again, letting you and Jungkook walk back into the elevator.

You’re not sure what you think of this- but junkook has liked flowers back then, so why wouldn’t he still like flowers now. Or, maybe he’s staying here with his girlfriend, and he’s just wanting to gift her something on his way back to her- it’s valentines day, after all.

“I’ll.. can I have your number? To text you where you’ll sit tomorrow.” He asks, and you nod, walking into your room to fetch your phone, showing your number for him to type into his own, screen cracked a little in one corner. “awesome. Now then, the only thing I gotta do is..-“ he starts, slipping the phone in the pocket of his pants. “-ask you to be my valentine?” He wonders, holding the flower out to you. "Don’t have to say yes. I’m a big boy, I can take rejection.” He jokes.

“Can I.. ask why?” You wonder, and he grins, shrugging.

“I feel like, maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.” He simply answers. “..giving me a second chance, to ask you out for real this time.”

“wait.. you mean-“ you stammer, and he nods.

“I had.. kind of a huge crush on you back then. And, seeing you again.. it all just.. flared up again. Exactly the same way.” He confesses. “I’m not.. asking for something big. Just one date- and we’ll go from there.” He asks, and you slowly take the flower from him, smile on your lips as you think about his words. Fate, huh? A universe’s second chance? What are the chances?

You decide you don’t care.

“okay.” You answer him,-

And his eyes sparkle brightly, while he smiles at you like you’re the sun.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts jeon jungkook imagine

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amxrany · 1 year ago

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!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

I am not in the mood to study so yeah (Part 3):

The senate (which are just these 3 floaty thingies) start to blame him for Meleanor's death and they punish him by banning him from the capital (which makes Silver and Sebek realize why Lilia can't do certain things). BUT BAD NEWS GUYS THE BLOT IS BACK and it's forming around Lilia with him muttering that he'll join them (Meleanor and Leverne) soon...

All of a sudden the ring (yknow the one Silver has) teleports them to another old memory, taking place 10 years after the war where Lilia was secretly called by Maleficia. Apparently Malleus eggo stopped accepting her magic and that direct touch and love would be more efficient

Baul wants Lilia to travel to various to find ways to hatch Malleus eggo and also reminds Lilia of Meleanor's last words where if she's gone, Lilia will be the one in charge of hatching him (as well as acting like a married couple with Leverne OKAYYYYYY)

Lilia tells the eggo that if he ends up in the stars before Lilia returns, eggo's parents are going to scold him so he asks Malleus to hold on AND MOTHERFUCKER

Lilia travels around the world, but everytime he brings up the egg people immediately shum him out, saying that dragons only exist in fairy tales. But every time Lilia comes back to Malleus eggo, Baul notices that the magic increases. Then Lilia suddenly brings up that Meleanor was a picky eater while Leverne was a honor student but in reality the dude hid his veggies under the table 😭😭😭

A rumor goes around that there was a castle holding dragons so Lilia goes to check it out, but he was too late. He then breaks down asking if anyone knew how to hatch the egg until magic suddenly overflows and boom we got the origin story of Lilia's UM. He uses this to his advantage to find more research to hatch Malleus

200 years has passed and Lilia was succesful

MALLEUS COMES TO LIFE LET'S GOOOOO (AND LEONA WAS RIGHT HE DOES LOOK LIKE A LIZARD (AFFECTIONATE))

Lilia breaks down cuz after 200 YEARS MAN HE FINALLY DID IT , MALLEUS GAVE HIM HOPE 🥹

Silver finally understands why the dream turned out like this, Lilia lost everyone but his happiest moment was bringing Malleus to life. The senate praise Lilia for being a hero but something happens

OVERBLOT MALLEUS IS BACK AYEEEEEEEEEEEE I MISS YOU BOO

LILIA LOOKS AT OB MALLEUS AND THOUGHT IT SOUNDED LIKE LEVERNE BUT MALLEUS LOOKS LIKE MELEANOR

Malleus pretty much goes nuts here because the senate and Maleficia were lying to him. He then asks Lilia what dream does he want: One where Meleanor and Leverne lived or something else that makes him happy BUT SILVER AND SEBEK MANAGE TO INTERVENE AND SNAP LILIA BACK TO REALITY YEYYYYYY

With Lilia now back to us, the group proceeds to run away but while that was happening Lilia mentioned this

Then Silver promises Lilia that they will meet again and activates his UM BUT THEN A HOLGRAM OF ORTHO APPEARS TO THEM

THEY'RE ALL BACK AND IGNIHYDE WITH IDIA SAYING "time for the main event~~~~" LET'S GOOO THE SHROUD BROS ARE BACK BABY

Manifesting real hard for the next update being the Shroud bros segment cuz if you think about it Idia didn't need any assistance to escape the dream LIKE BRO ACCEPTED THE FACT HIS BROTHER IS DEAD AND THAT'S HARD

This was surprisingly short (or maybe I was rushing) with only 3 parts but hope you guys enjoyed it!!

Previous: Part 2

#rany talks about twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #twst spoilers #diasomnia #ok i really gotta go back to studying or im gonna fail (legit)

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dumbgoondog · 2 months ago

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Choso Kamo Thoughts(Part 2)

Cw/Tw - Kidnapping mention, blood, lots of talk of death/dead things

Okay maybe Choso and Uraume fight for my favorite spot sometimes- SFW no smut this time.

(Also this divider eh? Pretty great huh?)

Choso who’s super into fanfics and tropes.

Choso who is SO into scary monster x freak

Choso who is sucker for beauty and the beast types of tropes

Choso who loves enemies/rivals to lovers

Choso who dissociates and imagines himself in these scenarios with someone/you

Choso who realizes he could just kidnap someone/you, but this is reality and maybe that wouldn’t go over like the stories do…

Choso who definitely has OCs, he feels like an eldritch horror oc type, old France style. High gothic

(Should I make a thang for his ocs and his stories for them?)

Choso who likes disturbing media. Not media that’s illegal or supports illegal things but things like the game Pathologic, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, Clinical Trials, Bad Parenting, Fear and Hunger, Visage, Oxide Room 104… he’s not trying to be edgy he’s just fascinated by these things.

Pull up an image of Kenjaku, I’ll wait, just real quick for me. You see his dumb little smile? Them stitches? Good. Now, did you know Autism can be hereditary? Choso and Yuji both. Choso is sensitive to stimuli, Yuji is Hyposensitive to stimuli. I could see Yuji havin ADHD with or by itself but honestly looking at his character in depth he displays way more autistic traits than ADHD, I think he’s just excitable which makes me want to say ADHD but that’s diminishing. Unlearning ableism one step at a time. Anywayyyy

(I’ll totally go in depth about why I think Kenjaku, Choso, and Yuji are autistic if y’all wan)

Choso got into Pokémon because of Uraume. His team is —

Yamask, his buddy Pokémon/mascot. Not galarian. Yamask’s name is Eko.

Banette, found a shuppet thought it was cute learned the lore. Name, Maru.

Golisopod, ace in the sleeve. This tall white and purple Pokémon that’s considered creepy and powerful? He loves it.

✨Sobble✨. Sniping… piercing blood… its name is Simo, after Simo Hayha.

Dracovish, it reminds him of Kechizu! Name, Haratsu.

Male Frillish, for Eso! Of course there were better Pokémon to represent Eso but he loves the Royal floaty ghostly jellyfish, also king wing. Name, Fumihito.

He’s a big water and ghost type fan.

Choso is a BIG fan of aquariums. There’s something so special about them, something that makes him feel contemplative and at ease. He wishes he could just swim with them, that blue glow… queue “If I Am With You.”

Choso feels very lonely. His room is filled with the other death paintings and after he collected Eso and Kechizu’s bodies he cremated them and has their urns too. He feels so bad

Choso’s “space” theme is to represent the “soul”. Space is often used to represent the soul in media but also he can feel the souls of his brothers, while they’re alive, while they’re cursed objects, he feels the souls of them in him and his own soul. Another reason he and Mahito are friends.

Choso sometimes sleeps with his eyes open. It’s not good for him and very creepy.

Choso loves dark gothic musicals. Phantom of the Opera, Count of Monte Cristo, Jekyll and Hyde, The Devil’s Carnival, The Hunchback of Notredame, Beauty and The Beast, Elisabeth, Dracula… yeah you get it.

Choso has a special interest in cultural practices for the dead. Be it religious or just a group of peoples practices. Superstition even. He loves taxidermy, and skeletons. He certainly goes to graveyards and cleans the graves there.

Claymore, Beserk, Castlevania, Seraph of the End, Dororo, Black Butler, Wolf’s Rain, Elfen Lied, Perfect Blue, Vampire Hunter D, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Chaika The Coffin Princess - A list of Anime and Manga Choso wants to watch and or read.

Choso is 6’3-4”(194cm), I am making this up, this is NOT official, I’m basing it off of Choso being a bit taller than Geto/Kenjaku.

#dogs tag #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #headcanon #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #jjk mahito #jjk kenjaku #yuji itadori #jjk eso #jjk kechizu #jjk yuji

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deepdisireslonging · 1 year ago

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No Cum November Part 6: Dripping

The Reader is used in a ritual to summon the ghost that’s been terrorizing campus.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Warnings/Promises: canon-level danger, ritualistic SMUT, bondage, wax play, double penetration (split-roast), bukkake (of a sort… just, the boys get messy, okay?)

Word Count: 670

Note: Really had fun with this one. Whew! Let me know how you guys are enjoying the series, I love hearing from you guys. Happy reading!

Part 5: 2 AM Quickie

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Dean paused in tying the next knot around your wrist.

“You guys are gonna be here, right?” You breathed a sigh of relief as Sam nodded.

“The whole time. You remember how to get out of the knots?” He waited for your affirmative hum. “Good girl.”

It may have been just another run as bait for you, but this ghost was going to be summoned with your actual arousal. At first, the ghost had been summoned by the group of horny freshman with a book from the archives. Having found it during your excursion with Sam in the library a few days ago, the possessions and deaths had stopped. But, through trial and error, you three found out that the spirit was tied to the campus, not the book. Nobody knew of a potential grave. The only way to end it permanently was to summon it.

The team was happy to oblige.

Which is why you were currently tied to a desk with candles fluttering all around. The boys had taken turns massaging protective oil into your skin. Dean tied the last slip knot and nodded at Sam, who picked up a candle dripping with wax. He started to chant the summons. Drip by hot drip, he guided the weeping candle over your body. You hissed and writhed under the sensation, and under the gaze of the Winchesters. They watched your chest heave. How your thighs quaked. They panted in time with your mouth falling open to moan. After a few minutes of chanting with no response, Dean took his position.

He filled you slowly, accidentally dripping wax on your lower stomach. You arched, spearing yourself on him faster than he anticipated. He fell forward, stumbling in his words. Sam took over with the chanting, leaving his brother to take care of you.

Maybe the summons was working. Or maybe the way you twisted under the candle max was doing something to Dean. Either way, he gripped your hips tighter, pulled you onto him harder, needed more than ever to hear every way you could scream. His nails scraping up your stomach worked loose some of the wax, leaving ridges in their wake. Sam’s chanting stumbled. The sight of the wax remnants of Dean’s act resembled a way to claw into your skin like never before. He touched himself while refocusing on the chanting.

This was taking too long. Not that you could complain. But the ghost wasn’t coming. When Sam said as much, Dean didn’t hesitate.

“Be a shame to let such a pretty sacrifice go to waste.”

He continued to thrust into you, letting more wax drip around your breasts. Sam’s chanting of the spell switched to chanting your name and whispering filthy things that made your skin flush. You opened your mouth wide for Sam’s cock, happy to relieve some of the pressure he’d built watching Dean ravage you. Filled from both ends and covered in wax, you were too floaty to want to cum. When they needed to spill, the Winchesters added their cum to the ritualistic drippings already covering your body.

They helped you out of the knots. And massaged your joints that had been tied down. Dean wrapped you in the fluffy robe they’d brought after Sam wiped down your sweaty brow. They would clean you the rest of the way at the hotel. While Sam gathered the candles, you removed the tablecloth you’d used to cover the desk. Not a speck of evidence of the failed ritual would remain in the room.

Still, Dean needed to adjust himself.

“Dude, we just fucked her ten ways past Sunday, and you’re still hard?”

With a shrug, Dean grabbed the books. He held them to his chest, looking very much like a guilty student. He caught your eye. “Can we- for the bunker, we can buy candles, right?

You pulled the collar of the robe over your smile. “We can definitely buy candles.”

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Series Masterlist

Part 7: Double Possession

#dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #winchester x reader #winchester smut #reader insert #dean winchester smut #sam winchester smut

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d1xonss · 7 months ago

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Before the apocalypse

✧ Rose

❧ Knows how to play the guitar, piano, and violin thanks to the many lessons she took as a kid.

❧ She grew up religious, as her family was very heavily involved in the Christian church. Which led to her having to participate as well, singing in the choir nearly every Sunday morning. And she hated every second of it.

❧ One of Rose’s favorite things to do when she was young was play outside with her younger sister on the old, rickety swing-set in their backyard. (If it was summertime, their Dad would bring out the inflatable pool and floaties.)

❧ Her love for painting was inspired by Bob Ross. She used to watch his programs religiously, wanting to be as positive and creative as him.

❧ When the weather would get cooler, Rose would always look forward to when her Dad would take her out to teach her how to track and hunt. It was about the only free time he had to spend with her as he was almost constantly traveling for work.

❧ She loves horror movies more than any other genre. (Especially IT.)

❧ Her first kiss was with a girl. ;)

❧ Since as early as high school, Rose has always been an active weed smoker. (And occasionally a cigarette every now and then she would steal from her Mother.)

❧ Her favorite color has always been a deep red.

❧ Rose didn’t have many friends throughout her life, except for one boy she met her sophomore year. He loved art as much as she did, often finding themselves silently sketching during lunch without saying much of anything. There was a time he did a portrait of her, and it hung proudly in her room for years.

❧ She tried skateboarding once; broke her arm in the process.

❧ Whenever her Dad took a trip to the gas station, she would always come with him as if it were a routine. They would blast 80s rock in his beat up truck, often getting many unhealthy snacks to take back. It was another rare time they could get away and spend time together, away from her Mother’s constant negative energy.

❧ Loves coffee.

❧ Rose’s first day at Law Enforcement Training was no walk in the park. She cried.

❧ But after she successfully took down her first guy a few weeks later, she realized why she had chosen the career in the first place. It felt nice being able to take out the pent up frustration.

❧ 100% a dog person.

✧ Daryl

❧ In elementary school, Daryl was always really good at science. He would often get gold stars from his teachers for all the hard work. And though his love for school didn’t stick, he found himself always being a nature freak.

❧ One year for Christmas, his Mom surprised him with a small lego set that he had been wanting for months. After she passed, he always carried around a single piece in his pocket to keep her close.

❧ When his parents were low on money one summer, he set up his own lemonade stand to sell just on the outskirts of his neighborhood. He only made six dollars, but he was still very proud for putting himself out there.

❧ Daryl was definitely a Mama’s boy.

❧ Secretly loves having his back scratched. (Only if he trusts you of course.)

❧ He often went out alone in the woods to explore ever since he was as young as nine years old. There was a small river just a little ways out past the trees, and he always found himself swimming in it more often than not.

❧ Despite his attempts to deny it, Daryl did in fact attend a middle school dance. But he was far too shy to ask any girl to dance with him, leading to him awkwardly standing in the corner for most of the night.

❧ Stray cats would often explore the area he lived in, and he always took it upon himself to leave out a little food and water underneath his porch just in case.

❧ He absolutely despises tomato sauce.

❧ He got his first bike when he was sixteen years old from a friend of his brothers. He thought it was the coolest thing in the world. Though he ended up spending more money to fix it than what it originally cost, still, that hunk of junk was his pride and joy.

❧ Puzzles were one of his favorite ways to pass the time.

❧ After dropping out of high school, he moved around a lot, traveling to different places with his brother. He found he was most at peace in the mountains.

❧ Daryl always had at least some amount of change in his pocket.

❧ He hates large crowds, but made an exception to go to a Metallica concert.

❧ His first experience with a woman ever was more than awkward. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, and often found himself accidentally kissing with his eyes open.

❧ A secret Dolly Parton fan.

AN ~ Hii! So, I know no one really asked for this, but I decided to do some pre-apocalypse headcanons for Daryl and Rose:) Since the last few chapters I’ve put out have been pretty sad, I hope this makes up for it at least a little bit.

I thought about adding a few extra ones of them as a couple, but I figured this was long enough already. But if you want to see that just let me know and I’ll make more!:)

As always, thank you for all the love xoxox

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon the walking dead #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl dixon twd #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #daryl dixon x original character #daryl dixon headcanon #the walking dead fanfiction #norman reedus #norman reedus fanfiction #twd daryl dixon #twd

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lulublack90 · 9 months ago

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Prompt 21 - Ancient Greece

@wolfstarmicrofic August 21, word count 940

This is the last part of the Apple Core Series from a Wolfstar POV. There will be a part three starting next month where I am going to write my first Rosekiller. Hope you've all enjoyed the story so far.

Previous part First Jegulus part

Everyone was in on Monday. Effie had insisted and, as usual, she got her way. But Regulus had called in a few friends for the occasion as well.

“Who are they and why are they in my kitchen?” Sirius asked his brother with a sceptical look on his face as he took in the two men and the tiny elf-like woman with a ridiculous amount of floaty hair, standing just inside the door.

“These insane people are your personal protection unit. The second Wormtail steps foot in the café, they will be on him. Have you ever seen a lion lake down a wilder beast? That’s them.” Regulus smiled proudly as he gestured to his friends.

“That’s really kind of you to volunteer them, Reggie, but you do know that we’re just going to ban him and not kill him, right?”

“Aw, take all the fun out of it, why don’t you,” The one he thought was Barty sulked.

“Don’t worry, babe, you can stab me in bed tonight,” Evan purred in his ear loud enough for them all to hear.

“I think I’m about to have a stroke,” Sirius groaned, dropping his head into his hand.

“I can smell burning toast,” Pandora piped up, sniffing the surrounding air.

“Shit!” Sirius spun around, pulled the burnt toasties from the machines and tossed them straight into the bin.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” Regulus patted Sirius’s arm. “They’ll scare him just enough so that he never comes back.”

“Fine. Now get out of my kitchen, I have toasties to create!”

***

It didn’t take long for Wormtail to turn up. He waltzed in as though nothing was amiss, not that he knew it was, and sat at his usual table. He opened the menu, blocking his view in front of him, and began reading. That’s when Barty and Evan pounced.

“Hello,” Evan said, his voice smooth as velvet. Wormtail jumped and dropped his menu.

“Oh, er, hi. Erm, I don’t really like sharing a table, if, if you don’t mind,” He squeaked nervously as Barty picked up the fork from in front of him and twirled it in his fingers.

“Well, we don’t like little rats who film our friends,” Barty said in an over-calm way. His smile was just a bit too toothy. Even Sirius felt unnerved from his viewpoint.

Two chairs dragged across the floor and stopped beside the table. Effie and Monty sat down, looking all polite.

“And we don’t appreciate our son’s being used for your entertainment,” Effie hissed. Barty looked at her impressed. Sirius felt like there’d be another handful of strays added to their family by the end of this.

“What she said,” Monty said cheerfully as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Wormtail.

“Peter?” Pandora appeared out of nowhere. “Peter Pettigrew, is that you?” She gasped. “Oh, haven’t you been naughty? I’ve a good mind to tell your mother on you. Using my dear friend Sirius to get views online. That’s not very nice, you know,” She chastised him.

Two more chairs joined the group.

“The only one who can torture my brother is me,” Regulus sneered. "The fact you think you have the right to film him at all is beyond me."

“Dickhead,” James shot at him.

“James Fleamont Potter, language,” Effie gasped.

“Sorry, Mum,” James flushed and tried again. “You hurt my friend, prepare to di—” Monty elbowed his son in the ribs, “Have a good telling off,” He huffed.

Remus took Sirius’s hand and led him over to the table.

"It gives me great pleasure, Mr Pettigrew, to inform you--” Remus said too sweetly.

“Sling your hook, you're barred!” Sirius shouted at the cowering man. Wormtail jumped to his feet and ran for the door.

Then, like some film about Ancient Greece, they all charged down the giant rat, yelling and screaming after him. Sirius brandishing his toastie tongs and Remus throwing coffee cup lids like discuses, as Peter Pettigrew scurried down the road as fast as his short legs could carry him and disappeared around the corner out of sight.

“I got it all on film! I got it all on film!” Effie cried out excitedly.

“So did I,” Monty grinned wildly. “Oh, wait,” His face fell. “I had it on the wrong camera. It’s just my face.”

“So who’s watching the café?” James asked once they were done cheering and laughing at Monty.

“Oh shit!” Sirius yelled and raced back to the unmanned café.

They went back to serving their customers as if nothing had happened. Sirius couldn't believe how lucky he was to have so many people who cared about him like his chosen family did. Remus came up behind him and wrapped him in a hug. Sirius turned his face so he could kiss Remus on the lips. "I love these guys so much," He said, sighing happily as he watched them all chatting and laughing.

"I love you," Remus whispered in his ear, making Sirius's knees go weak.

"I love you too," He said, capturing Remus's lips with his own again. "Think Reggie would mind if we snuck off into his flat for a bit?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Yes he bloody would!" Regulus glared at them. "Mine."

"Want a bet?" Sirius asked, but didn't wait for an answer as he dragged Remus out of the staff door with Regulus screaming bloody murder behind them.

He spun Remus around and kissed him properly. "Chinese for tea?"

"Yeah, go on then," Remus laughed, kissing him one more time before going back to his counter to take the orders of their waiting customers.

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lw77 · 8 months ago

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Fade into Me (LS x F1 Driver)

Ch. 2 - Hallmark University

He’s looking out towards the waves from inside the store, imagining the softness of the sand the waves lap at. Willing his toes to remember the feeling, but all it does is make them curl uncomfortably inside his sneakers.

He could go out there and feel the soft crunch of give from the sand and the soothing coolness of the water as it laps at his skin. Before the shop’s patrons begin wandering in.

But there are people already. Surfers – people who used to know him. He can see their slow excitement at dawn patrol, growing higher like the rising sun.

He can see their wayward looks towards the store, like they know Logan’s there and he’s always there. Gazing at the sight they make at sunrise for him.

He imagines himself there like he used to do many summers ago – board in hand, looking back to wave at his Dad as he quietly opened the store. A thrum of excitement, a wave washing-in soaking his ankles, running in the ocean, paddling, lining-up and catching the first waves of the day– an endless summer. And, only coming back at the sight of his brother’s blue Jeep and his relentless honks.

When Logan tells Dalton this, the feeling of dawn patrol, an endless summer, something he can have forever. His brother agrees, there is something endless about the water, our very own inverted galaxy, he says. And Logan, like a dutiful younger brother, teases him, asking if he read this in his big-boy books from his degree at Hallmark University.

But his old friends have long since stopped trying to get him to join in, knowing Logan will excuse himself stating he needs to help his Dad, since Dalton’s away at College and retreat into the shop.They let him shuffle around the proverbial and literal ghosts on his own. Because it's been years since the road that took Logan’s brother has played host to bouquets and candles.

As the sun rises, the crowd changes. It's now families with rambunctious kids who have to be wrangled into life jackets and floaties by flagging parents as the now high bright sun mocks them.

It makes something heavy churn inside Logan, memories of his own childhood unbidden flash at the sight. He wants to look away but he knows inside is filled with even more memories ready to tear into him. The wall is adorned with family pictures. The same beach he looks away from now, stares back some odd-years ago when everything was good, his brother’s arm a solid warmth over his thin shoulders, protecting.

It only makes the churning-feeling worse and he has to hang his head, look down at the now splintered white counter and breathe before he can raise his head again. He avoids looking at the wall for now. It won’t bode well for him in town gossip if another shopper sees him like this and he gives someone else a shock, like he did with Charlie.

When Logan looks up, he’s met with a stranger’s stare. Logan wonders how long he was lost in his head to have missed the newcomer, who looks at him with his startling-blue eyes. For a second, relief flashes through Logan as he realises, it’s a tourist and he’s safe from the ire of town gossip for now.

Gathering himself and brushing off the knowledge that a stranger witnessed Logan’s daily war with being stuck between his head and skin.

He clears his throat and asks, “Sorry, didn’t see you there! Is this your first time here?” he smiles at the end but the stretch of it is uncomfortable. It makes his skin buzz and he feels his ears heat with embarrassment. Blessedly, the stranger just looks at him, and gives a quiet nod.

Logan, overcome by some unknown force, begins to ramble, “Well you came at a great time, there are lots of swells now so if you're into surfing it's great anytime really – morning, afternoon or night. Or even for swimming. Jetski. Wakeboarding! Tubing! Or even sunbathing!” Logan awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck trying to calm himself, trying to stop his train wreck of an interaction but all he manages is a weak trailing “...so do you?”

“Do I sunbathe? Not sure with my skin, it's highly recommended.” It makes Logan tear his eyes from the aisle he’s attached them to since he began his frenetic monologue. He looks at the stranger who has a wry smile now. Like he knows exactly how Logan is feeling but still letting him flounder. He’s definitely not from the coast. Thankfully, the stranger follows it up with a quick quip of, “Yes, I do all the others. So thank you: for all your helpful suggestions.”

Logan being the reason for this man’s quiet amusement feels two hot coals where his cheeks once were. “No problem! So is there anything you were looking for that I can help you with, other than things to do here that is.” Logan asks, attempting to will some coolness into his face so he’s not some frantic tomato shouting suggestions again.

The man slides a chocolate bar and a pack of energy drinks across the counter, “just these for now” Logan quickly and quietly rings him up, his flustered flurry not lost on his new patron, who chuckles as his receipt is promptly slid over to him.

The stranger leaves as quietly as he came in, a simple take care thrown over his shoulder, and finally the door shuts behind him. Logan deflates and groans.

Maybe it was fear, embarrassment or relief that made him act this way. Fear of being caught as the main star of town gossip again, embarrassment at being caught living in his head or the relief that none of it mattered because it was only a tourist, a stranger. Maybe if Charlie caught him like this, red-cheeked and rambling, it would soothe the town-fuss over him, because it was like the Logan they knew was here. And not the ghost they've come to accept in his place.

But it's a brief thought and Logan is thinking about the man again, and the way his stare felt as if he saw through him, raw and open. The way his skin still buzzes, like he has a wool sweater on. And, how he can feel his heart inside his chest, beating – alive.

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ladylooch · 2 years ago

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Omg it’s okay!!! My request was a smut with Nico and she has a breeding kink after playing with timo and Emma’s kid. And he sucks her tits a LOT. 🫠 and while they’re fucking he dirty talks about having a baby

-🌸 anon

A/N: Message me when you see what I did ☠️ Everyone say thank you 🌸 for smutty Nico and Lexi making our baby, Lucie.

Word Count: 2.0k

From this lil AU.

I am not sure how much longer I can take this.

Our nephew, Lio, is in love with Nico today. He wants nothing to do with either of his parents. The result of Nico carting this baby everywhere is my fertile ovaries bouncing in my body. They ache for Nico until it spreads like consuming wildfire across my skin, burying deep into my bones. The only cure is getting railed.

I push out a heavy breath, catching Emma’s attention.

“You good? You seem like you’re anxious.”

“I- uh.. Yeah. Your brother with Lio is really cute.” Emma shields her eyes, looking to the pool where Nico and Timo supervise Lio’s swim time. He’s wearing little floaties and a floppy, fish bucket hat. Nico is holding him outwards, trolling him through the water as he laughs.

“Yeah that is precious.” Emma whines. “If I didn’t remember labor so distinctly, I might pull the plug and beg for another.” She shrugs, going back to her magazine.

Pulling the birth control plug would be so easy for me right now. I just wouldn’t start my new pack. We could dive right into bed together and he could… My mind gets lost in the fantasy of him and I working together for something so special in our fancy hotel room. Nico has been talking about babies more and more the last few weeks. We have been spending so much time with Timo, Emma, and Lio. The endless baby snuggles and giggles have turned into a craving for us both. Our apartment feels too quiet. Our life has something missing. But babies are a big change. And neither of us has had the courage to spit it out loud yet.

Lio’s crying pulls me out of my daydream. The three boys walk towards us. The upset baby reaches out for his mom with big, crocodile tears, trying to wiggle from Nico’s grasp.

“Oh sweet boy. Come here. Are you tired?” Emma pulls her son into her chest, stroking at his cheek as she gets him ready to nurse. Timo tosses a thin blanket onto the two of them and sits beside Emma on her chaise.

“He’s really tired. He keeps getting water in his eyes from rubbing his fists into them.”

“Yeah, we should go back to the room for a bit.”

“Honestly, I could use a nap too. This kid tired me out being his chauffeur all day.” Nico tells us, yawning at the end.

“He loves you so much.” Emma smiles at her little brother. “You’re daddy material for sure.” Her distinct wink at me has my lips pursing with a giggle.

We all head towards the bank of elevators. Nico asks if I want to grab a drink at the bar, but I shake my head. I am also sleepy from laying in the sun doing absolutely nothing, and laying with him in bed sounds like pure perfection. He is relieved when I say no. Inside our room, I run to the bed, jumping under the covers as Nico puts our pool stuff to the side. I snuggle in deep on his pillow. He chuckles, pushing me over so he can climb in.

“I wanna share this with you.” It’s a California King and fairly feasible. He settles on the other side, turned my way so we can look at each other. I think about telling him my desires from the pool, but his black lashes are battling sleep and it’s not the time.

Nico wakes me up an hour later with a gentle squeeze of my butt. Then, his lips begin to pepper kisses along my cheeks.

“Hey, Emma just called. They are ready to head back down. Do you want to go or stay here?”

“Let’s go.” I nod, stretching out. I feel recharged from my nap and ready for another margarita.

Nico heads to the bathroom then comes out, double checking the pool bags.

“Oh, Lio’s hat is with us.” He picks it up, showing me the floppy bucket hat that was responsible for the ovary bouncing. “I can’t wait to buy our kids cute stuff like this. I mean, come on.” He chuckles, tossing it to me. I catch it, tracing an orange fish with googly eyes. My eyes go back to his as he ruffles around in the bags some more, checking the sunscreen supply. He does a double take when he sees the look in my eyes.

“Lex?”

“Neeks, I want you to get me pregnant. I want your baby in me like now.” The words fly out of my mouth suddenly. I clasp my hand over my mouth in shock. Then force myself to continue because the words touched air and I have an ache that will not let me breathe if he doesn’t soothe it. “I want our babies to grow up with Em and Timo’s kids. Let’s just have a whole parade of them together.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m so serious. Drop the bags and put a baby in me.”

With no hesitation, Nico empties his hands. He rushes across the room to me, lifting me up into his arms as we aggressively grope at each other. Tongues lap at each other as Lio’s fish hat falls to the ground at our feet.

“Please. Please.” I beg him again. “Watching you with Lio. It’s… done something to me. My brain chemistry is fucked. I don’t know.”

“Damn, Lex.” He moans. “This is so hot.” He groans back as I rub against him, squeezing him over his swim suit. “Are you sure? I need you to be so sure.”

“I am, babe. Please.”

“God, say ‘please put a baby in me’.”

“Please.” I whine earnestly. “Put your baby in me. Wanna make you a daddy, Neeks.”

Nico grunts out in earnest, then puts me on the edge of the bed. He reaches for my bikini bottoms, pulling them off and tossing them behind him. They land on the corner of the TV. I laugh, then suck in a surprised gasp as Nico strokes a finger through my slick flesh.

“Soaked. Baby.” He moans. “Are you off the pill?”

“Um, well, I was supposed to start today but I haven’t taken it.”

“So this is… no birth control at all?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.” He moans, then pulls himself out of his blue swim trunks. He is rigid, veins protruding against the taut skin. His fingers stroke his hard length, oozing pre-cum out of his head. I untie the white cover up for him. He leans down, stroking himself still while sucking on my nipple through my bikini top. His fingers brush my clit, rubbing gracious circles while I press against his hand.

“Want you inside of me.” I moan, tangling my fingers through his locks as he sucks my other nipple. His mouth opens wider, sucking so much of my flesh into his mouth until his teeth tighten into a gentle bite. My ohmygod is lost in the air of the room, stifled out by the lack of oxygen in my lungs from Nico’s touch. I reach my hand down, encircling his throbbing cock with him and stroking in rhythm together.

“Gonna cum on your stomach if we keep going.” He says, pulling away from my grasp to run his engorged head along my clit.

“We can’t have that. Need you to cum inside of me.”

“Lex, I did not think you had this in you.” He chuckles, poising at my entrance as he rests one hand on the bed by my head.

“Look what made me into, Nico Hischier.”

“I’m so lucky.” He says against my lips as he beings to move inside of me. The intensity of his entrance is dulled by the sweetness of his lips on mine. He consumes my moans. “Gonna have the best mama for my baby.” I reach for the hem of his shirt, shoving it up his abdomen and trying to get it off his head.

“Help.” I am desperate to touch his bare skin. He pauses inside of me, taking his shirt off and knocking his hat off too. I bite my lip as he comes down to kiss me again. His hand shoves my bikini top up my breasts to expose them.

“I love your tits. I hope they get bigger.”

“They will.” I moan. “And then you can’t have them.”

“Fuck. That’s gonna be tough.” He works himself deeper into me, watching my face for my head to do… that. It falls to the side as my face scrunches up in need. “Need your help to cum, sweets.”

“Don’t stop…” I whisper as my hand falls to my clit, rubbing in sync with his thrusting. “Nico.”

“I love you, baby. Come for me.”

His words make the ache explode into white hot heat in my core. My legs shake against his sides where he has my knees pressed back. His hands come up, shoving my thighs into my stomach as he fucks himself deep. I reach down, gripping his shaft and stroking forward as he releases cum inside of me. Nico squeeze my hand as we pull more out of him, bucking his hips with a wide open, gasping mouth. He exhales sharply, gently easing out, still dribbling a bit from his tip.

“I love you too.” I finally say, panting in unison with him as my hands grip both his forearms. His hands hold my hips in place as he works towards recover.

Nico crawls onto the bed with me, laying beside me as his right hand covers my belly. I hold his hand there, all three of them rising and falling with my fast breathing. We stare at the ceiling together. Nico’s thumb begins to trace over my skin. I feel emotional tears pinching at my eyes. Nico and I are trying. This is real. We are going to make a baby. Our baby.

“I want this with you so bad, Neeks. That wasn’t just talk.”

“I know. I do too.” He assures, rolling to his side and kissing my shoulder. I turn my face to him so he can kiss my lips. “We should do that a few more times.”

“Yeah. Like at least nine before we leave.” Nico grins.

“Let’s make it 12 for lucky 13 total.” I laugh as he strokes his fingers along my belly again. “I’m going to spoil you.”

“You already do.”

“Get ready. It’s going to be even more.”

Nico’s phone begins to ring in the pool bag. He tucks himself back into his shorts, then goes to grab it.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Timo’s voice comes through the speaker. Nico makes eye contact with me and we share a silent laugh.

“Sorry, we fell back asleep.”

“Hurry up, Lio is crabby because he wants Uncle Ni snuggles.”

“Okay. Five minutes. We’ll be back at the pool.”

He clicks the end button, stuffing his phone into his swim trunks.

“Uncle Ni gonna be Daddy Ni.” I grin, grabbing my swimsuit bottoms from the TV corner and sliding them on. Nico closes his eyes, shoulders drawn down while his hands go to cover his lap. “Did daddy get you?”

“Yeah.”

“Nico Hischier, my baby daddy.” I sing-song as I dance across the room to him. He pulls me into his arms as I go on my tip toes to kiss him. He helps me retie my bathing suit top on and close my cover up. His fingers splay out on my ribs as he looks down at me when we are done re-dressing together.

“Today is another moment in my life I couldn’t imagine not having you a part of.” I soften, melting into his body at his sweet words. “No one else I want to do this with but you.”

Life with Nico is an unbelievable dream. Nobody wake me.

#what my world spins around au #nico hischier fic #nhl fan fiction #hockey writing #my writing #hockey fan fiction #writing request

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femalestyles · 1 month ago

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stunt (h.s.)

masterlist

TW: alcohol

wc: 3k

15: boston, ma

As a little girl, the idea of a first kiss was wrapped in something almost sacred. It was this magical thing I couldn’t quite touch but always dreamed about, hidden in bedtime stories and Sunday afternoon movies. I remember curling up on the couch with my mom and Lexi, the three of us tangled in a blanket as Lady and the Tramp played on our old DVD player. We squealed when their noses met in the middle of a strand of spaghetti, two cartoon dogs clumsily falling into something that looked a lot like love. I didn’t understand much back then, but I felt it—the spark, the sweetness, the moment that was supposed to change everything.

Later, when we were a bit older and thought we knew more than we did, Mom told us about her first kiss with Dad. It was their third date and he was walking her back to the apartment she shared with Shelley after a trip to the movie theatre. She said she stood there in the dim light of the porch, her heart doing little somersaults, waiting. Waiting for him to lean in. Waiting for the moment. But instead, he just hugged her and started to turn away.

Mom laughed when she told it, but there was this softness in her eyes, like she could put herself back in that moment. “I thought maybe I had spinach in my teeth or smelled weird,” she’d said. “I was starting to wonder if he even liked me.”

So she did what she was best at; she took charge. Grabbed him by the collar, pulled him in, and kissed him right there on the stoop. She said it felt like waking up—like she'd been sleepwalking through life until that moment, and suddenly everything was in color.

I held onto that feeling, tucking it away for safe keeping. The idea that one day I would have that, and my life would suddenly make sense.

But my first kiss was nothing like that.

I was fifteen, at Maddie Ford’s sweet sixteen, which was less sweet and more chaos. Her parents were out for the night, and she’d been bragging all week that she was throwing the party of the year. The house buzzed with loud music and the smell of popcorn and perfume and someone’s older brother’s weed. I took my first sip of alcohol that night—peach schnapps in a red plastic cup. It tasted like syrup, like something I wasn’t supposed to have. It made my head light and my limbs floaty.

Brian Mackey and I ended up in her little brother’s room. We sat on beanbag chairs, surrounded by Legos and posters of Marvel superheroes, pretending the thump of bass below didn’t make the floor vibrate. He leaned in. I let him. He tasted like cheap beer and Axe body spray, his lips in desperate need of chapstick. The kiss was over in a blink, and I sat there afterward trying to feel something. Anything.

Later that night, I crawled into my mom’s bed, the room spinning slightly. I whispered to her what happened, thinking maybe saying it out loud would conjure the feeling I was supposed to have. I spent the rest of the night lying awake in my room, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the fireworks everyone always talked about. I told myself maybe it was just delayed. Maybe tomorrow I’d feel it.

I never did.

With Austin, I thought it would be different. Our first kiss came after weeks of working together and wondering if he liked me as much as I liked him. When it finally happened, I was so nervous I felt sick. My stomach churned, my hands were clammy, and all I could think about was how many other girls he’d kissed before me. I worried I wouldn’t measure up, that I’d be forgettable. I hardly remember the kiss at all. It just… happened. And then we were kissing all the time, like it was something we’d always done. Like muscle memory.

Eventually, I let go of the idea that first kisses meant anything at all. They were just another part of growing up—like learning to drive or realizing Santa wasn’t real. The magic, I told myself, was a fairytale.

But then came Harry.

Kissing Harry didn’t feel like a choice. It felt inevitable, all-consuming. It felt like diving headfirst into a pool on the hottest day of summer. Like the moment your body hits the water and every cell wakes up at once. It wasn’t neat or planned, and it definitely wasn’t quiet. It was messy and frenzied.

His lips are cool and minty, moving slowly against mine like he wants to memorize the shape of my mouth. There’s a kind of carefulness to it at first, like he’s savoring the feel of me, drawing out the moment before it can slip away. For a split second, I’m frozen. My heart thudding, lungs tight. But then my brain catches up with my body, and I melt into him.

I kiss him back, everything else falling away. My hands find his hips, sliding around to anchor him there, needing something to hold onto. The fabric of his shirt bunches beneath my fingers as I grip him tighter. His hands cradle my cheeks like I’m something breakable, burning palms branding my skin in the best way.

We kiss like we’ve been starving for it. Like we’ve both gone too long pretending we didn’t want this, and now that the dam has broken, we can’t get enough. The kiss is urgent, lips clashing, breaths mingling, hands roaming without thought. My mind is screaming, thoughts tangled and buzzing as I lose myself in him completely.

We’re so wrapped up in each other we don’t hear the elevator ding at the end of the hall. Don’t register the distant thud of footsteps against cheap carpet, the soft hum of hallway chatter.

It’s the sharp sound of someone clearing their throat that tears us apart.

Louis stands there, just a few feet away, frozen mid-step. His expression is pure shock—wide eyes, parted lips, like he walked in on a scene he never expected to see.

That fragile little bubble Harry and I had created shatters on impact. The high vanishes. The warmth drains from my skin. All that’s left is a dizzying rush of panic and humiliation.

I shove Harry back, hand flying to my mouth as I absorb what happened. Louis’ eyes dart between the two of us, but he doesn’t turn away. Harry isn’t even looking at Louis anymore, instead staring at me. For a minute, nobody speaks. The silence is deafening, louder than any words.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. I spin around, no longer able to stand either of their gazes.

Fumbling with the keycard, my fingers refuse to cooperate. I nearly drop it—twice—before finally jamming it into the slot. Once the light turns green, I bolt into the hotel room.The faint click of the door sounds as Harry follows.

Inside, I can’t stop pacing. My hands tangle in my hair, tugging, twisting, trying to ground myself. The aftershock of the kiss still burned on my lips, but it was smothered now—drowned out by the look on Louis face.

What did I do?

When Austin and I first went public, I thought I was ready. I braced myself for the storm. Told myself I could handle the noise, that it came with the territory.

But nothing could have prepared me.

His fans tore me apart, piece by piece. They picked at my appearance like it was up for debate—my clothes, my body, my smile. I wasn’t pretty enough, cool enough, famous enough. They didn’t see me as a person, just a placeholder. A temporary distraction from the fantasy they had built around him.

Every comment chipped away at me. Gold-digger. Attention-seeker. Social climber. I stayed up for hours, reading the posts, watching people reduce me to a cautionary tale. There were nights I cried myself to sleep, my phone clutched in my hand, trying to understand what I had done wrong besides love someone out loud. Eventually, I gave up. Deleted everything. Went private.

And now, it was all rushing back—like muscle memory. That old, sick feeling in my stomach. The whisper of shame just waiting to become a scream. I could already see the headlines, the comment threads, the posts made by strangers who knew nothing about me.

"What a whore. Guess one boyband member wasn’t enough."

"First Austin, now Harry? She’s making her way through the lineup, huh?"

"She’s not even that hot. Just proves average girls will do anything for fame."

They’d call me a slut, a user, a manipulator. They’d say I was desperate, clingy, pathetic. The world would turn what had been a moment of fire and emotion into something ugly, transactional. They always did.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I hiss, every word like a slap. My lungs felt tight, chest heaving as panic set in.

How could I be so stupid?

Harry lingered by the door, watching me with careful eyes. He steps forward cautiously, unsure of how I was going to react. “Hey…” he murmurs, soft and sweet, as if that could fix it. “Don’t worry. Louis isn’t going to tell anyone.”

He reaches for me, warm fingers brushing my upper arm before I tear away. He’s still caught up in that moment, wrapped up in endorphins and excitement. His eyes are bright with possibilities and he’s looking at me like he can find a future in my eyes.

He didn’t understand.

Of course he didn’t.

“I know he’s not,” I snap, sharper than I meant to. My eyes are narrow as I look up to him.

Harry recoils slightly, caught off guard. “Okay…” He blinks, confused. “So… what’s the problem, then?”

Men—they never had to understand. I’d learned that the hard way. From the moment I was old enough to be noticed, I realized they lived by a different set of rules. A different world entirely.

Their mistakes were forgiven. Their desires, celebrated. A guy could hook up with half the industry and be labeled charming; a heartbreaker, a player, someone impossible not to fall for. Women? We were chewed up and spit out. Branded desperate, trashy, easy. Our value shrank with every kiss, every glance, every rumor.

And in Hollywood, that double standard only grew.

Every selfish decision wrapped in glossy PR, every controversy turned into a redemption arc. The entitlement expanded, supported by thousands of adoring fans. The media outlets that chastised Harry’s decisions would spend the same breath worshipping him.

But girls like me didn’t get grace. We didn’t get the benefit of the doubt.

These are the thoughts that are running through my head when I finally speak again.

“The problem,” I turn to face him fully, my voice detached, “is that it happened.”

His face changes instantly, the warmth evaporating. His brows twitch downward, eyes darken, lips parting like I’d just punched the air out of him. There was a pang in my heart at the sight of his despair, rippling through me like a bullet.

“What?”

“It was a mistake,” I force the words out, unable to watch his face as I do. “We shouldn’t have done it.”

For a split second, I hope he fights me on it, tells me that what I felt during that kiss was not a mistake. But even if he did, where would that leave us? Maybe if we were different people in a different place at a different time, but we weren’t. No matter how I felt, I had to think about the bigger picture: our lives, our careers.

“A mistake?” he echoes, as if he didn’t catch me the first time. He’s giving me the chance to take it back, to tell him it meant something to me.

I kept going. I had to. “Yes. A mistake. We got caught up. I just broke up with Austin, and you and I—” I wave a hand vaguely between us, before looking away again “—we were riding a high. The moment got the best of us. It happens.”

When I look back up, the softness in his features is gone. Replaced with something colder. Guarded.

“Come on, Harry,” I say, trying to sound reasonable, even as my voice wobbled. I was trying to convince him as much as I was trying to convince myself. “You know how this would look. Austin and I were just public. This… if anyone found out, the internet would eat me alive.”

He didn’t respond. Just stared.

“I mean, you know how people are. How you are. I can’t be seen as just… another name on your list.”

The second it left my mouth, I regretted it. It was a low blow, to bring up the whisperings that surrounded him. The person he had shown me today was completely different, nothing like the one they painted in public. I hadn’t expected him to be like this. I couldn’t deny the fluttering in my stomach, or the way we’d been stealing glances for weeks now.

Harry’s jaw clenches. The silence stretches, taut and dangerous. I tug at my roots, frustration biting behind my eyes.

“You know what I meant,” I mutter, backtracking without actually apologizing. “It’s just… too complicated.”

“You’re right.” He nods, slow and robotic. “It was a mistake.” His voice was straight frost. Icy enough to pierce me.

Before I could say anything else—before I could try to salvage the wreckage—he turns and walks out, leaving nothing but silence. It shakes me to my core. I sink onto my bed, barely able to breathe, struggling to make sense of the last hour. In the quiet, I can finally face what had been burning beneath the surface for days. It was painful to admit, even to myself, that I had spent a lifetime waiting for the kiss. And now for it to come when I can’t have it, when I can’t have him, it was devastating.

An hour slips by unnoticed before I pull myself upright again. And then, without giving myself the chance to overthink or regret, I find myself moving down the hall.

Harper opens the door after the second knock. The look in my eyes stops her cold. The sadness she finds there is unfamiliar. Not the usual storm of frustration or heartache I’ve brought to her doorstep before. This is quieter, like something inside me cracked open and bled dry.

❀

For the first week, I let myself believe Harry had moved on. Naively, stupidly, I clung to the idea that maybe he’d accepted things for what they were and decided to let it go. We weren’t back to normal, not really. But he showed up. He sang his parts, rehearsed when asked, kept his comments minimal and his glances even less. I told myself that counted for something.

Then we got to Boston.

It was early afternoon, the arena still half-dark as the tech crew worked around us. Soundcheck was already underway. The boys were scattered across the stage—Niall in his usual corner, tuning his guitar, occasionally strumming out a chord that resounded through the empty arena. Austin stood near center stage, crouched by the mic stand, muttering something to the sound guy about the reverb being off again.

Everything looked routine. It should’ve felt routine.

“Where’s Harry?” I ask aloud, not really directing it at anyone in particular. My eyes dart over to Louis and immediately away again. I hadn’t said more than a few words to him since last week, since that moment. The only other person who knew was Harper. I’d told her everything the same day, needing to get it out before it crushed me. She said I did the right thing. Or, at the very least, that she understood why I did it.

The guys exchanged uneasy glances as tension filled the air, but no one answered me.

They didn’t need to.

A few seconds later, Harry stumbled onto the stage, legs barely keeping up with his body, narrowly missing a cymbal stand as he flailed forward. The instant he got within ten feet, the smell hit me. Whiskey. Sharp, sour, unmistakable. His eyes were glassy, unfocused like the crooked grin he wore. My blood ran cold even as my chest went hot, heart thudding like a warning bell.

My face gave nothing away, but inside, every nerve end was ablaze. I could feel every pair of eyes in the room settle on us as I walked up to him and grabbed his wrist, yanking him off stage before anyone could witness more than they already had.

He didn’t resist, feet dragging a half-beat behind mine. We barely made it past the curtain before I spun around on him.

“Are you drunk right now?” I spat, keeping my voice low, but not gentle. The way he swayed on his feet was answer enough, but I needed to hear him say it.

He leans in too close, his breath hitting my face, thick with alcohol and defiance. “Yeah,” he slurs, not even pretending to be sorry. If anything, it sounded like a dare. Like he wanted me to do something about it.

I exhale sharply, turning away so I wouldn’t scream in his face. My hands shook as I grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler and shoved it into his chest.

“Chug this. Then go take a fucking shower. You reek of booze.”

He took it with a smirk, stumbling toward the dressing rooms. But just as he reached the door, he paused, turning halfway back toward me.

“Sorry,” he drawls, eyes glittering with something dark. His sweet voice failed to hide the bitterness hidden beneath. “You know how I am.”

I suck in a deep breath as he disappears behind the door, tilting my head back towards the sky. The damage had already been done, and now he was going to make me live with the consequences.

He hadn’t let anything go. Not even close.

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tacoma-narrows · 9 months ago

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Tac's OC Ref Masterposts 2: Primary OCs

See my other ref posts here: Sonas, Secondaries, Tertiaries

I wanted to have a series of posts where people can find all of my characters in one place! Since I have too many to fit them all into one post, I decided to split them up based on how much I use them/how developed they are, the same way they're split up on my Toyhouse.

I wanted to have their refs here so people can find them relatively easily and not have to go digging through their Toyhouse galleries to find them lol. If anyone ever wants to draw them, you are very much encouraged to do so!! Same goes for asks about my characters! Those are always welcome as well!!

These will have some general information about each of my characters, but if you want to see more about them in depth, each character's Toyhouse page will also be linked! If/when I update any particular characters' ref in the future, that will be updated here as well ^^

Will also include each character's theme song because I like showing those off too :3

See my primary OCs here below the cut!

PRIMARY OCS

These guys are also the ones I generally use the most often and have a fair amount of development, but aren't as much a direct reflection of me as my sonas are. That being said, a lot of them do still hold different facets of my personality here and there!

They're split into two categories: Upper Tier Primaries, and Lower Tier Primaries. This is mainly to differentiate between how much I use some of these characters, as I will admit that there are definitely some I use much more than others lol. Basically the Lower Tier ones are the characters that I don't use as much, but feel too connected to, or have enough development to not be demoted completely to secondary OCs lol

Between the two tiers, everyone listed here is listen in alphabetical order ^^

Upper Tier Primaries

Astro [Toyhouse Link]

Space cat who lives in space and does Space Things

Can visit the earth and interact with any of my other OCs

Can fly through space, leaves a streak/trail as he flies (like this)

Friends with Tarmac, as they both can hang out in space :3

Theme Song: Alligator Sky by Owl City

Eejanaika [Toyhouse Link]

SkyWing/RainWing hybrid

Name pronounced Edge-a-NYE-ka

Goes by Eej as a nickname

Has issues with anxiety and self-confidence

Demisexual, girlfriend of ThunderSnow

Has a short right horn, RainWing frill spines with no membrane, a double-pointed nose spike and is missing every other spine along her back as a result of being a hybrid

Name and design based on the old color scheme for the Eejanaika roller coaster at Fuji-Q Highland in Japan

Theme Song: Trip the Light by Garry Schyman and Alicia Lemke

Kickflip [Toyhouse Link]

Cool skateboarder guy

Competitive rivals with Seabreeze

Friends with Rye

Boyfriend of Floatie (owned by @/macaronichewtoyz)

Fun fact: his hat is based on a hat that I (used to :[ ) own!

Theme song: Hollywood by Flickerstick

Luau [Toyhouse Link]

Major comfort OC

Very chill, laid back attitude

Good friends with PB and Shep

Occasionally guest vocalist for Let's Get Back! and often runs the lights/effects for their shows

Always has a flower in her hair, but can be any flower!

Girlfriend of Seabreeze

Theme Song: Otter Pop by Shawn Wasabi and Hollis

Moxie [Toyhouse Link]

Celestdog - Siberian Husky

Another major comfort OC

Loves to have fun, can play a little rough sometimes but always means well

A bit bigger and more stocky than Isaac

Sister to Isaac and the rest of the Celestdog family

Theme Song: Fly By The Wayside by Skye Sweetnam

Pumpernickel [Toyhouse Link]

Twin brother to Rye

Drummer and backup vocalist for Let's Get Back!

Easygoing and relaxed

Enjoys being outside at night

Theme Song: Sleepwalker by Owl City and Derek Fuhrmann

Rhazz [Toyhouse Link]

Huge comfort OC

Design and personality based around the Roaring Twenties

Super energetic and affectionate

Lesbian, girlfriends with Agouti

Stage performance partners with Foxtrot

Has a necklace, two hoop earrings on her left ear, a ring on her left horn and a feathered headdress (all are not optional when drawing her! I have a separate ref for them here)

Theme Song: The Golden Age by The Asteroids Galaxy Tour

Rye [Toyhouse Link]

Twin to Pumpernickel

A bit more rambunctious than his twin

Likes to strut around thinking he's cool stuff when he's really just kind of a dork

Keyboardist, backup guitarist and backup vocalist for Let's Get Back!

Theme Song: Deer in the Headlights by Owl CIty

Seabreeze [Toyhouse Link]

Lively surfer girl

Girlfriends with Luau

Good friends with Starburst as well, as both are pretty adventurous

Has an ongoing rivalry with Kickflip over surfing vs skateboarding

Always has her lucky seashell necklace

Theme Song: Learn How to Surf by Owl City

Soda [Toyhouse Link]

Pooltoy Fox

Best friends with Tarmac

Also good friends with Luau and Seabreeze, sharing their love of water/the beach

Has a giant tail that can be bopped around

Can scale up and down in size for more people to float on/with him

Theme Song: T-Shirt Weather by Circa Waves

Tarmac [Toyhouse Link]

Aeromorph dog

Mix between the Concorde and the Space Shuttle

Can fly both supersonically and in space

Best friends with Soda

Also good friends with Astro

Tallest/biggest of my anthro OCs (roughly 15ft tall - he is a plane after all lol)

Theme Song: Defying Gravity by Matt Copley and Noise Machine

Tiros and Vela [Toyhouse Link]

Two little satellites that act essentially as Tarmac's pets!

Not really full OCs (they don't have much, if any, development), they're some kind of quasi-OC between a normal OC and like an NPC lol

Both are small robots, sorta like sentient/self powered windup toys

Please don't draw them separated from each other, and drawing them with Tarmac is preferred!

Theme Song: None because they're not full characters

Wilkołak [Toyhouse Link]

Big scary (or at least he tries to be scary) transgender wolf guy

Name can be pronounced either Veel-koak or Will-ko-Lack (His name means Werewolf in Polish)

Second tallest of my anthro OCs after Tarmac (about 7ft or so)

Has hydrokinetic powers and his blue markings glow when he uses them

Used to be a WoF Fantribe OC named Galeforce before I redesigned him lol

Theme Song: Armed To The Teeth by Abandoned Pools

Lower Tier Primaries

Agouti [Toyhouse Link]

RainWing

Relatively quiet and shy until you get to know her

Lesbian, girlfriends with Rhazz

Can feel the emotions of others very strongly (for better or worse)

Theme Song: Sunburn by Owl City

Doppler [Toyhouse Link]

SeaWing/RainWing hybrid (75% Sea/25% Rain)

Weather forecaster with his wings and scales that show weather radar

Makes up a weather watching/storm chasing team with Sundial and ThunderSnow

Boyfriend of Sundial

Radar can show any kind of weather (rain/thunderstorms, hurricanes, snow storms, tornadoes, etc.)

Theme Song: Safe and Sound by Capital Cities

Firecracker [Toyhouse Link]

Jack Russell Terrier

Small but full of energy!

Loves 4th of July themed snacks and baked goods (his personal fav are Star Spangled Ding Dongs haha)

Friends with Starburst over their shared energetic lifestyle and red white and blue color solidarity :]

Theme Song: All My Friends by Owl City

Isaac [Toyhouse Link]

Celestdog - Australian Shepherd

Nonbinary Asexual

Quiet and reserved, generally prefers to do their own thing

Very smart, loves trivia facts

Sibling to Moxie and the rest of the Celestdog family

Theme Song: Into the Ocean by Blue October

Kwaro [Toyhouse Link]

SilkWing

Gay, boyfriends with Rutabaga (owned by @/macaronichewtoyz)

Likes to sing, but is self-conscious about singing in front of others

Generally softspoken

Kinda velvety soft rather than full scales

Theme Song: Butterfly Wings by Owl City

Pebble [Toyhouse Link]

Small and fluffy with long, silky fur

Husky/Samoyed mix

Hates getting his fur dirty

Smallest of my feral dog OCs

Theme Song: Count On Me by The Meadows

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sobfultoast · 1 year ago

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•°~● Pillow Forts ●~°•

Prompt: Making a pillow fort with them.

Characters: Arcturus, Alpheratz, Pollux, Spica, Sirius, Vega.

You run to his dorm, almost tripping on the blankets that you've just dragged up several stories of the spiral staircases.

When you said you wanted to spend time with him, he was assuming you'd want to go to town, not make a pillow fort...

• ° ~ ● ~ ° •

Arcturus

Arcky is estatic! Believe it or not, Arcky has never made a pillow fort even though it seems like something he'd do. Arcky was more to make an adventurous tree fort than a snug pillow fort as a kid.

Arcky uses the blankets and pillows he has knitted as long as the ones you've dragged all the way to his dorm. Maybe some pastries he has been meaning to bring to you can be your snacks? There also are lots of plushes in your fort, too. Extra cushioning!

Arcky knows a spell that creates little, floaty lights that look like fire flies. It's perfect for the atmosphere.

Arky loves the idea of cuddling with you while watching a silly movie. Arky likes spending time with all his friends, as the extrovert he is, but he doesn't want to call everyone to this fort. He just wants to hug the person he loves the most in this moment. Maybe you can all make a fort together another time. Just not today.

Alpheratz

How can he say no? Something comfortable, where he can lay down and nap with you without some troublesome twats bothering him. Alpheratz loves the idea.

Alpheratz has plenty of blankets and pillows in his room. You didn't have to drag all yours to his dorm but more the merrier.

As soon as it is set up, he is diving into the fort, dragging you in with him. Put some music or a show on in the background as he hugs you.

Alpheratz will fall asleep after a few minutes. He can't stay awake through a movie, never.

Pollux

It was his idea. Pollux and his brothers used to make pillow forts all the time. He wanted to do this as soon as you two discussed a movie marathon of a franchise he loves. He was the one who sent you to your dorm to bring all the pillows and blankets you own to his dorm.

Poll knows how to make the perfect fort! He makes sure to use the softest pillows on the floor and that the blanket makes curtains for a sneaky entrance and privacy, but that the TV is still in sight and the bowl of popcorn is in hands reach! Now let the movies commence!

When you both start getting tired, he pulls you closer into a hug with a flushed smile. What's better than watching movies in a fort and then cuddling in a fort?

Unfortunately, the fort fell on him during the night and one of his shelves too. Probably you, too, depending on how close you were to him.

Spica

Spica has only made one pillow fort in his life, and that was with Alpheratz when they were kids. Spica sees it a waste of time... He has so much paper work, he doesn't have time. He felt bad declining, but he thought it was stupid...

You didn't accept that as an answer, however. You got snacks, drinks, face masks, and a storybook. Everything you thought of to get him in a fort. You made a pillow fort in your dorm and messaged him to come to yours once he is done.

Spica can't say no now that you've spent your time making a pillow fort for him. He'll agree to this childish act this one time.

Putting the face masks on while reading a book together was the perfect way to rewind after a stressful week. Even if it is a bit immature in a fort like this, he enjoyed it more than he thought he would.

Spica fell asleep in the fort. He was exhausted, and it was so soft. Who could have blamed him?

Sirus

Really, Summoner? Are you really this immature? Sure, he'll indulge in this antic of yours. It amuses him.

Sirus doesn't really help, more like watches and making comments. He does give you the blankets and pillows when requested. Such help he is.

Sirus might suggest getting some snacks, and he just so happens to have a bag of them! ... It's full of black liquorice and dark chocolate.

Once the Fort is done, you both get into pillows and perhaps start doing eachothers nails while talking about rumours, gossip, and anecdotes.

Sirus might put on a recording of a play. He doesn't particularly like recordings as he believes it is better in person, but a classic is a classic after all.

Sirus isn't a cuddly person, but he does admit it is very cozy in this pillow pile. He'd might accept a cuddle.

Vega

Vega is very surprised, but he doesn't say no, quite the opposite. He is actually looking forward to this. You're the only person he generally has fun with doing anything.

Vega suggests using the dorm's bed and chairs to hold the blanket above your heads. Using his shelves might result in one of his plants falling.

Vega doesn't really have a lot in his room. Vega also doesn't even keep a TV in his dorm, but you guys can set up a movie on one of your stella tabs and some jelly for snacks. Vega might ask if you two can draw in the fort. That's what he and you used to do whenever you built one.

Vega feels like a kid again. It's so bitterly sweet. He loves this. He missed this.

•°~● Have a Cozy Day! ●~°•

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fandomstars · 6 months ago

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The Final Battle

{ Please read THIS before you read this writing piece }

Ner cyar'ika = My darling in Mando

It was a couple months after Steven and Connie left for their college road trip, and Alex and the Bad Batch are once more on another mission.

After the fiasco back home, Alex was glad all they were doing was exploring a planet said to contain an odd high level of force related energy.

“Nothing like a stress free mission after everything huh?” Alex says with a melody in his voice.

Hunter and Crosshair share teasing smirks as Wrecker groans in frustration.

“But that means I can blow stuff up! Ugh, come on Tech, tell me there’s something I can tear apart. A battle droid factory? A tank?”

Tech doesn’t look away from the pilot seat towards the planet in their view.

“Doubtful, with something “force” related, we are unlikely to see any battle droids. More likely some Sith rouges like Maul at worst.”

Alex gulps, his body slightly shivers that Crosshair looks at him with concern.

“Thankfully Obi-wan, Rex, and Cody are coming with us.” Hunter says.

Alex lets out a shaky breath, his eyes looking at the planet, “Let’s hope no one is on this planet besides us.”

They all eventually land, Obi-wan and the troops following before heading to the obvious looking temple.

“Uh, was a temple part of the mission review?” Wrecker nervously asked as they stopped by the large, stone door.

“Not at all, but it makes the mission a lot easier, knowing the source now.” Obi-wan replies.

Alex looks at the intimidating temple, shivering as he could hear faint, cold hard laughter coming from within.

Crosshair comes from behind and places a hand on his shoulder as the others were distracted by the temple, “It’s okay ner cyar'ika, I won’t let anything happen to you.” His voice warm against his ear that Alex had to do everything not to shiver. But he failed as usual.

Alex now shivered for a different reason, making Crosshair slightly smirk.

It felt like they were all walking through a tunnel the longer they walked.

The time he gets corrupted is when ironically the final battle with Palpatine. The BB and him just happen to stumble upon a Sith temple.

After calling Obi-wan, Ahsoka, Anakin, they eventually go in. The 501st and 212th invite themselves cause there’s no way their letting their future brother in law (Alex) get into another mess like at Homeworld. Everything seems to go fine at first.

They get in better than Obi-wan thought was going to happen.

They literally just walk in.

But then, the entry door closes, darkness fills the line of vision, and then the old sith appears.

Alex goes in with his Bo staff, Obi-wan with his lightsaber. The troops backing them up with guns raised as the walls appear to close around them. Alex goes all stealth and runs across walls, swinging his staff at such blinding speed.

But then the floor gives way, causing everyone to fall into the dark abyss. They all land (thankfully troops had jet packs, Obi-wan the force, and Alex cause floaty powers.), and appear to be in an abyss like landscape.

Everyone spreads out and battles like crazy, especially when the ace droids (the ones that are like smarter than regular battle droids and go all assassin like.)

Troops against droids, Jedi and Diamond against Sith, but then Palpatine decides to attack Crosshair.

Lighting strikes towards him, but before he can be hit, Alex appears in front of him. He takes the hit, and if it wasn’t for the blinding light, could see his diamond start to….crack.

“You will not DARE try to hurt my Crosshair!!!!!”

His glowed more fiercely then it ever has in a bright blue light. He then unleashes a ball of bright light, shooting lasers of light that turn the droids into ash (Blue Diamond’s attack on the beach canon wise after the wedding.).

Then to Crosshair’s surprise, Alex then puts a shield wall around everyone, leaving only him and Palpatine. Alex then turns to Crosshair, his eyes soften as he gives him a sudden wink. Crosshair eye’s go wide, before he starts banging his fist against the shield, his screams being ignored as Alex turns back to the Sith.

Then he goes after Palpatine, his veins glowing blue and seeming to course and cover his body as his eyes glow brighter.

Eventually Palpatine strikes back with his saber, but he never gets to swing as Alex uses his diamond shield to slice said arm off. “Keep it up, and you’ll end up more robotic than Maul.”

But then things get worst.

Suddenly the sound of glass shattering is heard, blue light overtaking the area, causing everyone to shield their eyes. When the light dims down, in Alex’s place is a giant, blue dragon like creature.

His gem just almost cracked completely, the cracks glowing blue making his eyes look as dark as night sky was he strikes. Blue light, blue fire erupted from his mouth, attacking Palpatine left and right.

No matter how much Palpatine dodged, using lighting to interfere, he is eventually cornered.

The last thing Palpatine sees is a bright blue light, then nothing. (No there won’t be any clone Palpatine nonsense thank you very much).

Everything suddenly turns darker than when they landed in the abyss.

The light in Alex suddenly goes out, his dragon form falling on the ground.

A painful, blood freezing scream is heard before a blue cloud appears to envelope him.

Crosshair is now in tears, his body moving on its own as the shields suddenly not dissipate like usual, but shatter like glass.

Everyone quickly follows, but Hunter calls them back, for as the blue smoke clears, all that’s seen is Crosshair on his knees.

His sobs echoing around them as he clutches something tight to his chest.

Hunter looks blankly at the ground beside his brother.

Where a couple of blue shards that keep falling from Crosshair’s hands despite him holding on for dear life.

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