#april 14 genuine

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April day 14: Genuine Open to any Harry Potter femslash ship. We aim for a word count between 50 and 500, but any length is allowed. Post your fic on Tumblr (tag this blog in the post and use the hashtag #sapphicmicrofics).

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Inspiration

Potential ships: Lily/Andromeda, Parvati/Luna, Lavender/Daphne Potential associations: Seeing someone smile genuinely for the first time (in a while), reassuring someone, veritaserum, being comfortable and vulnerable around each other, brutal honesty (asked for or not), "can't you just be fucking honest for once?", trying not to cry/express anger/any emotion really, manipulation. (This is just inspiration in case you don't know what to write, by no means a guideline!)

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

please don’t ever become a stranger (whose laugh i could recognize anywhere)

k. bakugou x reader

moments in the year where katsuki realized he’s in love with you. happy new years 🤍

inspired by new years day

february 14

he’s driving you home after a date, one hand on the steering wheel, the other intertwined with yours. city lights pass through the windows in a blur, the road long enough for you to tell it’ll be a long way home.

he’s stressed, a little. you can tell by how he grips your hand, and the way he seems not totally focused on anything in particular. you still feel safe- he’s a great driver- but his inner thoughts aren’t lost on you. normally, he’s the toast of the town, and you’re right there with him. he’s aware of his reputation, and the love he gets from fans. but with fame comes the public eye, and even he isn’t immune to it.

he’s been striking out more lately. his abrasive attitude that you love isn’t always loved by everyone. his slip ups and mistakes seem to make headlines more than his achievements. its grating on him, and he hopes you don’t notice.

but you do, because thats what you do for people you love.

1. 2. 3. you squeeze his hand three times. i love you, it spells out. i’ll love you when you’re at your best and worst. no matter what.

at first, he thinks you’re just playing with his hand, crimson eyes flickering over to you and then back to the road. exactly 2 seconds later, he gets what you really mean.

1. 2. 3. 4. he grips your hand back. i love you, too. he says, without actually saying anything. i will never not love you. you’re the only person who stays for me no matter what. and for that, i love you.

unspoken words you both know to be true that night.

april 20

he doesn’t really celebrate his birthday, but his friends and colleagues always insist on it. he snarls, scoffing, finding it all pompous and unnecessary, until he sees your starry eyes planning his special day. he can’t say no to you.

he wasn’t expecting much when he unlocked the door to his apartment. he had a feeling you’d throw him a surprise party, but he didn’t think you’d gather his old classmates in his home to celebrate with him.

he’s stunned for a moment, until his lips curve into a begrudging smile. a room full of people, on his birthday, and the first person he looks for is you.

“thanks, dumbass.” he murmurs, a few drinks in while his arm finds your waist. his smile is like sunshine, though you rarely see it when its genuine. you pretend not to notice the ‘ews’ and laughs from your peers when he presses a long kiss to your cheek.

he has work tomorrow morning. he’ll definitely regret drinking as much as he did. he decides he’ll take an advil and get it over with.

he knows how much he’s loved you from the moment he entered that party. he realizes it more when you call in for him the next day, his hangover palpable, with you by his side.

“you didn’t have to do that.” he groans, but he isn’t annoyed. its a little embarrassing being taken care of, but he isn’t complaining when its with you.

“its just one day, babe.” you hum, holding his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. “you deserved the break.”

“pro-heroes don’t get breaks.” he adds.

“okay… but i missed you.” you smile a little, trying to win him over.

you already have.

june 26

katsuki is used to criminal activity. when he hears about it, he keeps a level head and a resting bitch face, ready to deal with whatever comes his way. all that rationality is thrown out the window when he hears you had been caught up in it and injured.

he runs through every medic, frantically searching for you like his life depends on it. he’s imagining every worst case scenario, heart beating out of his chest and snapping at anyone who asks whats wrong.

“katsuki!” you finally call out to him. he turns and is relieved to see you’ve only managed a broken arm. the sigh of relief that leaves his lips is a testament to how much he cares, arms wrapping around you, not giving a single fuck who sees.

“are you okay, idiot? are you hurt anywhere else?” his eyes scan you for injuries. you physically have to cup his face and bring his attention back to whats important: you’re okay. and so is he.

“i’m fine.” you almost laugh, savouring his rare moment of vulnerability. he has things to do, reporters to talk to and damage to control, but you’re the priority right now. you’re what he loves the most.

you never know how much you care until you think you’re going to lose it.

september 12

being a gruff, muscular, powerful hero, katsuki think’s he’s too strong for panic attacks. he’s also wrong.

he hopes you’re in a deep enough sleep not to notice his pacing. to him, the room is on fire, only the smoke is invisible and only he can feel the flame.

his breathing picks up, pains in his chest while the tremors set in. his heart races, nauseous and sweating while he tries to get his bearings. all of his heroes die all alone, just like he will.

“just breathe.”

he’s commanded by you, not even realizing you woke up. he feelings your touch on him, taking his hand and placing it overtop your chest. he wants to ask you when you woke up, or for how long you’ve been watching him, but he can’t seem to ground himself enough for that.

“its okay, kats.” you coo, pulling him into a hug, as if shielding him from his own anxiety. “just breathe. you’re safe here.”

he can save you from villains and threats, be your knight in shining armour, your hero. you, on the other hand, can save him from himself. and thats the moment he knows he’ll love you for as long as he breathes. even if you were to one day become a stranger to him- his heart would recognize you anywhere.

december 31st - 5 minutes to midnight

there’s glitter on the floor, polaroids tossed around lazily. kirishima’s annual new years party wouldn’t be complete without you and your boyfriend, katsuki, in attendance. people drink and blast music, reminiscing on this past year. in just 5 minutes, the world would begin again.

he could be with his friends, drunk on love, laughter, and booze. he could relish in the fame of his success and achievements. but all of that seems so small, so trivial, when he sees you out on the balcony, alone.

“idiot?” he peers out, seeing you leaning over the railing, looking out at the stars. “what’re you doing out here? everyone’s gonna start counting down.”

“hey.” you hum as he walks over to you. his arm so naturally finds its way around your waist, like it belongs there. loving you is like breathing for him.

“you know 5 years ago today, you just graduated.” you reminisce, watching his red eyes grow contemplative.

“yeah? so?” he utters, not getting your point.

“nothing, just… so many people spend new years focusing on whats ending. and thats good. i just… when i look at you, katsuki… i think of my future.”

his heart swells at that.

“damn it, idiot.” he huffs, forehead resting against yours, a dumb smile on his face. “my life has been better with you. everything has been better since you.”

you both hear the sounds of cheering, counting down to midnight. time ceases when katsuki looks at you, whole centuries passing when he holds your gaze. you melt his tough exterior and the ashes of his ambition. you become his dreams, his everything.

“10!”

“i never want you to be a stranger, ever.”

“9!”

“i wanna laugh with you for the rest of my life.”

“8!”

“i wanna hold on to every memory with you.”

“7!”

“this is so fucking corny.”

“6!”

“i know, i don’t care.”

“5!”

“i’d spend all my midnights with you.”

“4!”

“and all my new years days.”

“you hate cleaning up after parties, though.”

“i can’t hate anything when its with you. i love you, [y/n].”

“i love you too, katsuki.”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

january 1st

the truth is, he has always known he’s loved you. he’s never needed the reminder, like its the one sure thing in his life. for as long as he lives, he’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day.

[ev-cupcake]

As someone who lives in a four generation home with 16 (almost 17 come April) people. I was wondering.

Please reblog for larger sample size. I am genuinely curious to know what normal is.

[pbaz7]

AGAINST THE TIDE: PART 14

paige x azzi

word count: 3.8k

A/N: This last chapter felt impossible to write 😭 genuinely had NO idea how to end this but here we are. I hope everyone enjoyed the series and I look forward to hearing what you thought about it 🫶🏼

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April 2023

Paige slumped off of Azzi, both of them slick with sweat and breathing heavily. Their chests rose and fell in unison, the only sound in the room their ragged breaths and the faint hum of the air conditioning.

Azzi propped herself up on her elbow, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she leaned down to kiss Paige’s neck. Paige groaned, her voice muffled.

“Azzi, baby, I can’t,” she murmured, her words slow and heavy with exhaustion as she continued trying to catch her breath.

Azzi chuckled softly against her skin, the vibration of her laughter sending a shiver down Paige’s body. “Mmm, fine,” she teased, pressing one last lingering kiss just below Paige’s jaw before tugging the blanket over them both.

Ever since UConn’s loss in March Madness, Azzi had been relentless, channeling her endless energy into Paige in more ways than one now that she didn’t have to practice or play in a game every other day. Paige has been more than happy to meet her halfway, finding complete enjoyment in the urgency her girlfriend has had.

Paige laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re crazy,” she murmured.

Azzi tilted her head, smirking. “Oh? And what do you mean by that?”

Paige turned to look at her, amusement dancing in her tired eyes. “I mean, wasn’t seven rounds enough for you?”

Azzi hummed thoughtfully, as if seriously considering the question. “Hmm… I don’t think it’ll ever be enough,” she admitted with a grin.

Paige couldn’t help but laugh again, her chest vibrating against Azzi’s. “Oh yeah?” she asked, wrapping an arm around Azzi’s waist and pulling her closer.

Azzi bit her lip, her eyes sparkling as she leaned in. “Mmm,” she murmured, the sound filled with a teasing hunger as their lips met in another kiss, this one deeper and slower, the kind that always left both of them wanting more.

As Paige’s hands began to roam, Azzi groaned, breaking the kiss and gently pushing Paige back. “You said you’re tired, so you need to get away from me ,” Azzi said, her voice breathy and slightly exasperated. “I can’t think straight when you’re around.”

With that, she gave Paige a firm push, sending her tumbling off the bed. Paige landed on her feet with a laugh, rubbing her arm as she stood up.

“Really?” Paige said, shaking her head with a grin. She grabbed a pair of sweats and a hoodie from the chair by her desk, tugging them on with a sigh.

Azzi, still sprawled in the middle of the bed, smiled at Paige as she continued laying on the pillows. Her brown eyes sparkled mischievously, though there was a softness there. She was laid on her stomach, her bare back exposed to the light of the room, the blanket draped over her lower half. Her hair was an untamed mess around the pillows, framing her face in a way that made Paige’s breath catch.

Paige stepped closer, leaning down until her lips hovered just above Azzi’s ear. “You’re so perfect baby,” she whispered, her voice filled with quiet awe.

Azzi’s cheeks flushed instantly, the color deepening as she ducked her head, turning her face toward the wall in an attempt to hide her reaction.

“Stop,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow, though the corners of her mouth twitched into a reluctant smile.

Paige chuckled, brushing a soft kiss against Azzi’s shoulder. “Can’t help it, pretty,” she said, straightening up and walking toward the door.

Azzi propped herself up slightly, watching her with a curious look. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice still soft but curious now.

“Getting you some water,” Paige replied over her shoulder as she opened the door. She stepped out, closing it quietly behind her.

As Paige walked down the hall, she spotted Jana lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone. The second Jana looked up and saw her, her eyes narrowed.

She didn’t even have to say anything and Paige raised her hands defensively. “It wasn’t me.”

Jana snorted, setting her phone down. “You caused it, so you’re just as guilty.”

Paige smirked, shrugging casually. “Hey, you weren’t here when we started.”

Jana rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath about how impossible they were to live with as she grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. Paige laughed it off, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle before making her way back to the room.

When Paige walked back in the room, water bottle in hand, she saw Azzi sitting up in bed, her phone in one hand and her brows knitted in concern.

“What’s wrong?” Paige asked immediately, her tone shifting as she moved closer.

Azzi looked up, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Geno text me. He wants to meet.”

Paige frowned, handing Azzi the water bottle as she grabbed her own phone off the nightstand. “Did he say why?”

Azzi shook her head, twisting the cap off the water bottle and taking a sip. “No. Just that it’s important.”

Paige’s fingers tapped against her screen as she unlocked her phone. “Let me see if I got anything.” Her eyes scanned through her notifications, her stomach dropping when she spotted a text from Geno.

Geno: Need you for a meeting at 3. It’s important.

Paige raised an eyebrow, glancing at Azzi. “What time did he say your meeting is for?”

Azzi sighed, setting her phone down on the blanket. “Three.”

Paige exhaled slowly, holding up her phone. “He texted me the same thing…What do you think this is about?”

Azzi shrugged, though her expression betrayed her unease. “I don’t know. It’s weird that he didn’t say. He usually does. You think it’s about the team?”

Paige’s gaze flicked back to Azzi, the unease settling deeper in her chest knowing deep down what it was about. She chewed her bottom lip, her mind racing. “No, I don't think so. He’s being too ominous.”

Azzi tilted her head, her brows knitting tighter as her mind raced.”

Paige hesitated for a moment not wanting to stress Azzi out. She set her phone down on the nightstand. “It’s probably about us Az.”

Azzi froze, her water bottle halfway to her lips. Her eyes searched Paige’s for any hint of doubt or that it was a joke, but Paige was serious, her blue eyes a little too calm. “You really think so?” Azzi asked softly.

“I mean yeah... think about it,” Paige replied. “The timing, the fact that he text both of us to meet at the same time. He probably knows, Az.”

Azzi sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “I guess it was bound to happen eventually.” She paused, her fingers tracing the edge of the blanket. “You think he’s going to be mad?”

Paige moved closer, taking Azzi’s hand and threading their fingers together. “I don’t know. I don’t think so,” she admitted. “Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it. And it’ll be fine.”

Azzi studied their intertwined hands for a moment, then looked back up at Paige. “You really think we’ll be okay?”

Paige looked at Azzi thoughtfully. “I do…If it is about us like I think, what do you wanna do?”

Azzi shrugged, her lips pressed into a tight line. “I guess we just tell him the truth. We’re not hiding, right?”

“Right,” Paige agreed, though her tone was tinged with hesitation. She leaned back against the headboard, her hand still resting on Azzi’s. “It just seems so... weird now. I mean, it feels like we’re kids who got caught doing something bad”

Azzi tilted her head, studying Paige’s expression. “Do you think what we’re doing is wrong?”

“No,” Paige said firmly, turning to look at her. “No…not at all. I just—” She exhaled slowly, searching for the right words. “I’ve never felt this way about someone before, you know? Like... serious. Real. And the idea of someone trying to get in the way of that or being upset about it... it just makes me nervous.”

Azzi softened, her gaze warming as she shifted closer to Paige. “Serious, huh?” she teased gently, though her voice carried a hint of something deeper.

Paige smirked, nudging her shoulder. “You know what I mean, Az.”

Azzi nodded, her hand still playing with the edge of the blanket. “I do. And... I feel the same way, Paige.” Her voice grew quieter, more contemplative. “It’s not just that I love you. I need you in ways I can’t explain. You make me feel like I can be myself—like I’m enough.”

Paige’s heart swelled at the sincerity in Azzi’s voice, and she shifted to face her fully. “Az I can’t even... you don’t even realize what you’ve done for me. I was so lost before you. I didn’t even know it, but I was suffocating. Trying to meet everyone else’s expectations, trying to be this perfect version of myself that didn’t even exist... then you came along.”

Azzi’s lips parted, her brown eyes shining as Paige reached out, cupping her face gently.

“You reminded me how to breathe again,” Paige continued, her voice soft but steady. “You gave me a reason to believe in myself. And it’s not just love, Az. It’s more than that. You saved me from myself.”

Azzi leaned into Paige’s touch, blinking away the emotion threatening to spill over as she laughed softly. “You say I saved you, but... you saved me too Paige. I’ve always struggled with being comfortable in my own skin, fully understanding myself. But with you? I don’t have to try. You make me feel safe, like I can just be me. You help me understand myself and that’s something I didn’t even know I needed until I met you.”

Paige laughed softly, softening the room as her thumb brushed lightly over Azzi’s cheek. “Huh. I guess we’re pretty good for each other, aren’t we?”

Azzi chuckled softly, leaning her forehead against Paige’s. “Yeah, we are. Whatever Geno has to say, it doesn’t change anything. I’m all in this, Paige. No matter what.”

Paige nodded, her heart swelling. “Me too.”

…

Paige knocked lightly on Geno’s office door, her knuckles barely making a sound. A muffled “Come in” followed, and she pushed the door open, stepping inside first. Azzi trailed behind her, her fingers brushing Paige’s for the briefest moment before she let her hand fall to her side.

Geno sat at his desk, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as his gaze landed on Azzi. However, when his eyes shifted to Paige, his expression turned more serious, though not unkind.

“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the two chairs across from his desk. Paige and Azzi settled into them, the room falling into a brief silence. Geno leaned back in his chair, his eyes flicking between the two of them before landing squarely on Paige.

“I’m sure you’ve pieced together why you’re here,” he said, his voice calm but expectant.

Paige nodded, straightening up. “Yeah,” she said, clearing her throat.

Geno gestured toward her with a small wave of his hand. “Well? Go ahead chatty cathy.”

Paige laughed slightly before glancing at Azzi, who gave her a subtle nod of encouragement. Taking a breath, Paige began. “Um, yeah... we’re together.”

Geno’s eyes flicked to Azzi for confirmation. She met his gaze, her expression soft as she nodded.

There was a pause before Geno leaned forward slightly, his hands clasped in front of him on the desk. “Is this going to be something I need to worry about?”

“No,” Paige said quickly, her tone confident. As she straightened her posture more, exuding confidence .

Geno raised an eyebrow. “How long has this been going on?”

Paige hesitated for a moment, then cracked a small smile, tilting her head side to side. “Kinda depends on how specific you wanna get.”

Geno rolled his eyes, though the faintest chuckle escaped him. “You’re a pain in the ass, Bueckers. You know that?”

Paige’s grin widened, but she quickly sobered, her tone more serious now. “Alright sorry, Officially, a little over four months. Unofficially... more than a year.”

Geno blinked, his shock evident as his brows shot up. “A year?”

The incredulous look on his face made it hard for Paige not to laugh, but she bit it back, glancing at Azzi, whose lips twitched with amusement.

“Yes, sir,” Paige said.

Geno’s gaze softened as he turned to Azzi, his voice lowering slightly. “Is this something serious?”

“Yes,” Azzi replied without hesitation, her voice steady and sincere.

Geno studied Azzi for a moment, then nodded slowly, sitting back in his chair. His expression shifted, a mixture of thoughtfulness and acceptance crossing his face. “Alright,” he said, leaning back slightly. “What’s your plan going forward?”

Azzi spoke up before Paige could, her voice calm. “We’ve agreed to be private about it,” she said. “We don’t really want any unnecessary attention, especially with everything that’s already expected of both of us.”

Geno nodded at her words, his expression thoughtful. “That makes sense,” he said, his tone measured. “Alright. Well, there we have it then.”

Paige blinked, a little taken aback. “That’s it?” she asked, unable to hide her surprise.

Geno’s eyes flicked back to her, a hint of amusement glinting in them. “If this has been going on for more than a year and it hasn’t caused the team any problems, then I don’t see an issue. Anything other than that isn’t my business,” he said simply.

Paige opened her mouth to respond but stopped, clearly fighting the urge to smile. Geno noticed and couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “Get the hell out of my office Paige,” he said, his tone light but laced with humor.

Azzi’s lips twitched as she glanced at Paige, who was now grinning fully. “Thanks, gramps,” Paige said, standing and reaching a hand out to Azzi, who followed her lead.

As they walked toward the door, Geno’s voice stopped them. “Just one more thing.”

They turned back, both suddenly a little tense.

“Don’t make me regret this,” he said, his tone serious but with an undercurrent of warmth for both of them.

Paige gave him a quick nod, her grin softening into something more genuine. “We won’t.”

Azzi added, “We promise.”

Geno gave them a small smile and waved them off. “Good. Now get out before I decide to start lecturing you.”

Paige chuckled, and with Azzi’s hand brushing hers, they left the office, both feeling much lighter than when they’d walked in.

…

The warm April breeze brushed against their faces as Paige and Azzi strolled back toward the dorms. After the weight of their conversation with Geno, they felt a sense of freedom, like they'd stepped into a different chapter together. Something more serious. Their hands intertwined naturally as they walked, but they didn’t need words to enjoy the peaceful moment.

Paige glanced at Azzi, her heart lifting at the easy smile tugging at Azzi’s lips. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Paige asked softly.

Azzi nodded, squeezing her hand gently. “Yeah, it does. Feels right.”

The campus buzzed quietly with activity around them—students spread out on picnic blankets, a few throwing frisbees on the lawn, and others walking to class or grabbing coffee. The backdrop felt almost surreal in its normalcy, a reminder that life moved on even after big decisions.

As they turned a corner, a group of younger girls, maybe high schoolers visiting the campus, came into view. Their energy was electric as they talked amongst themselves and took selfies near the university sign.

The group immediately perked up after noticing their presence, their voices bubbling with excitement. Paige and Azzi exchanged a quick glance, their fingers slipping apart discreetly but without tension.

“Oh my God, that’s Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd!” one of the girls squealed, clutching her friend’s arm.

“We’re huge fans!” another chimed in, practically bouncing on her toes.

Paige grinned, her natural charisma on full display. “Oh wow thank you. We appreciate it.”

The girls quickly surrounded them, their energy infectious. One of them, wearing a basketball hoodie, spoke up excitedly. “We’re from the DMV. We used to watch you two play against each other in high school! You were insane, both of you. Those games were always legendary.”

Paige laughed, the memory clearly sparking something in her. “Oh yeah, I used to kill her back then. Pretty sure my record against her is like 4-1.”

Azzi’s eyebrows shot up at this as she crossed her arms, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Excuse me? I seem to recall having two championships. How many do you have again…?”

The group erupted into laughter, and Paige’s face fell into mock annoyance. “Wowww, really? You just had to bring that up in front of them?”

“Just keeping it real,” Azzi replied, shrugging with exaggerated innocence.

Paige grumbled, rolling her eyes. “For the record, I would’ve had two if COVID didn’t happen. But sure, rub it in. Whatever makes you feel better about yourself.”

Azzi laughed, nudging her with her elbow. “Excuses, excuses.”

The girls were eating it up, clearly enjoying the banter. “You guys are hilarious,” one of them said. “It’s so cool seeing how close you are now after all that rivalry back then.”

Paige grinned, smiling softly at Azzi. “Yeah, well, some rivalries end better than others.”

They chatted with the group a little longer, answering questions about basketball, their favorite moments, and even tips for improving their game. Paige and Azzi posed for selfies with each of the girls, laughing and leaning into the camera.

“Alright, now let’s get a group picture,” Azzi said, motioning for the tallest of the girls to hold the phone for the photo.

“Say Big East Champs!” Paige teased, earning a round of giggles as they all struck their poses.

Afterward, Paige and Azzi signed some UConn gear and T-shirts, scrawling quick messages of encouragement beneath their names.

As the girls prepared to leave, one of them beamed up at Paige. “Thanks so much for taking the time. You guys are the best!”

“Anytime,” Paige said warmly. “Good luck with your games—and remember, defense wins championships.”

Azzi added, “And don’t let Paige fool you. A good jump shot doesn’t hurt, either.”

The younger girls waved goodbye, their voices still excited as they walked away.

Paige and Azzi’s hands found each other again as they resumed their walk, and Azzi leaned closer, her voice low. “You’re lucky I like you enough to put up with sneaky hand-holding.”

Paige shook her head with a grin as they resumed their walk. “Two championships,” she muttered under her breath. “Unbelievable.”

Azzi laughed. “It’s ok you’ll always be number one in my book, baby. Mostly because I let you, but still.”

Paige stopped mid-step, her jaw dropping. “You let me?” she repeated, incredulous.

Azzi smirked, her voice playful but clearly confident. “Yes, I let you. You know I’m better than you.”

Paige blinked at her, her expression shifting into a mix of disbelief. “That’s complete bullshit, Azzi.”

Azzi shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s really not. Deep down, you know the truth.”

“Oh, absolutely not!” Paige shot back, already turning them around. With a firm grip on Azzi’s hand, she began pulling her back toward the gym they’d just left.

“Paige, seriously?” Azzi laughed, stumbling slightly to keep up.

“You can’t just walk away after saying something like that!” Paige said, her voice rising with mock outrage. “We’re settling this right now!”

Azzi chuckled, shaking her head but following willingly. “If you say so. Don’t cry when I beat you, though.”

…

As the two settled on the court after grabbing shoes and clothes from their lockers, Azzi casually dribbled the ball between her legs, a teasing smile on her face. “So, what are we starting with? Shooting?”

Paige leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her confidence practically radiating. “No point. I’m definitely better at that.”

Azzi stopped dribbling, tilting her head at Paige with an exaggerated look of disbelief. “Paige, you know I’m a better shooter.”

Paige’s eyebrows shot up. “Better shooter than who?”

Azzi grinned, not missing a beat. “Than you.”

Paige scoffed, pushing off the wall. “Alright, fine. Around the world. Five shots at each spot. You go first.”

Azzi didn’t argue. She just spun the ball in her hands and walked confidently to the corner three. “Hope you’re ready to lose, Bueckers.”

“Hope you’ve been practicing, Fudd,” Paige fired back, folding her arms as she watched Azzi lineup her first shot.

Up in his office, Geno glanced out his window, noticing the two players back on the court. Shaking his head, he chuckled to himself. “Didn’t I just send them out of here?” he muttered, amused by the sight.

Back on the floor, the game began. Azzi swished her first shot, earning a mock groan from Paige. “Lucky,” Paige called out, though her tone was more playful than annoyed.

“Call it what you want,” Azzi replied, hitting the second shot with the same precision.

As the game progressed, the gym filled with their regular banter and laughter. Paige’s competitiveness flared every time Azzi’s shot went in and Azzi’s smirk only grew as she continued to shoot.

It reminded them both of their first time shooting silently back in the DMV, when their relationship was purely about knowing one another from basketball. But this time, the air was much lighter, charged not just with competition but the connection they shared now.

“You’re quiet, P. Getting nervous?” Azzi teased, lining up for the top-of-the-key three.

Paige rolled her eyes dramatically. “I’m just letting you have your moment. It won’t last.”

“Uh-huh. We’ll see.” Azzi swished the shot effortlessly, turning back to Paige with a wink

Paige shook her head, grabbing the ball and interrupted Azzi’s shooting for a second. “You know,” she said, her voice softer now as she held Azzi’s gaze, “I wouldn’t have had this any other way.”

Azzi smiled, standing casually on the three-point line as she watched Paige. “Have that? Losing to me?”

Paige laughed, the sound echoing in the gym. “No, Az. UConn. You. All of it.”

For a moment, the teasing faded, leaving just the two of them—two years into their journey, with two more ahead, and a lifetime of memories to make.

Azzi walked over, resting her hand on Paige’s arm, her expression softening. “Same here,” she said quietly. “Every bit of it.”

Paige grinned, stepping back to pass Azzi the ball to take another shot, the rhythm of the game carrying them forward. As the ball swished through the net, they both laughed, the sound carrying up to Geno’s office as he watched them silently.

Paige and Azzi continued their playful game, their banter filling the space with an unmistakable joy. It wasn’t just about basketball for them anymore—it was about everything they’d built together, the memories they’d made, and the future still waiting for them.

Even as they fought to outshoot one another, they knew they’d already won in the ways that mattered most and they both couldn’t wait to see what else their time together brought their way.

[theturtlelovers]

のﾚﾘﾶｱﾉᄃ 丂乇ﾒ 

Pairing: Leo/fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Contents: Leo gets injured during patrol and he gets in the mood for some love making time Warnings: 18+, mdni, brief mention of blood from a wound, hickeys, creampies, unprotected p in v (wrap it up peeps) Wordcount: 4,139 Sentence Prompt: # 14 + 67

𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

Notes: Wow, this one actually took quite some time to finish, and I'm surprised by the word count. I believe this might be the post with the highest word count I have so far!

He didn't intend to get injured; it was purely accidental, or at least that's what Leo assured you. You had no reason to doubt him, aware that he prided himself on emerging from skirmishes unscathed. When you've inquired before, he likened the sensation of a human punch to a light slap. His tough, scaled skin rendered him relatively impervious to the average human's blows, which were what he typically faced on patrols during robberies, inmate escapes, and the like.

This time, the incident involved a random drunk man who had been ejected from a bar. The turtles happened to be passing by when they noticed the bar owner, looking quite irritated, forcibly escorting the inebriated individual outside. Sensing potential trouble as he observed the man stagger away, Leo dispatched Donnie and Raph to carry on with their patrol while he and Mikey hung back to ensure the drunk didn't cause any further disturbances.

Unfortunately, the drunk man did cause trouble, picking a fight with a teenager who accidentally bumped into him. Observing the youth's attire, Leo guessed aloud that the kid was likely on his way home from a late basketball game, given the sport's uniform he was wearing.

As was their nature, Leo and Mikey sprang into action without hesitation. The teenager took the opportunity to flee during the scuffle, which was for the best since he didn't need to be involved in the first place. Mikey initiated his peace-making efforts, his good-hearted nature leading him to let down his guard to appear friendlier. However, approachable as a mutant turtle might be, he was still an unusual sight for a drunk man grappling with the fear he was hallucinating. Blinded by alcohol-fueled rage, the man suddenly drew a Glock from his pants and pointed it at Mikey.

Fear and panic were emotions Leo found unfamiliar and unsettling. When moment April found them—though it was more of a rediscovery, considering she had known them prior to their mutation—he was primarily concerned with how she would react with the information of their existence, knowing she posed no physical threat to them. He hadn’t genuinely felt them until the Foot Clan blasted a hole in their sewer home, Shredder nearly beat their father to death, and he and the two youngest were captured like animals. Raph was missing, and in the midst of his concern for his siblings, Leo had little capacity to consider his whereabouts. Luckily, that situation was settled with Shredder's defeat and Sacks' arrest.

That heightened sense of awareness, once sparked, never truly faded for Leo. The persistent fear that someone could tear his family apart lingered constantly in the back of his mind. Your support during their moments of respite was invaluable; you had a gift for easing his anxieties, reassuring him of his strengths and the progress his brothers were making in self-defense. And even though you seldom mentioned it, understanding his mixed feelings on the matter, you once suggested that his brothers might eventually collaborate with the police force individually, rather than always as a team.

However, when Leo saw the gun aimed at Mikey, his youngest and sweetest brother, those feelings of fear and panic surged anew, compelling him to act instinctively. He positioned himself in front of Mikey, turning to shield them both with his shell. The sight of a second towering turtle startled the inebriated man into a frenzy, and in his alarm, he fired the Glock.

Mikey remained unharmed, but the bullet found its mark in Leo's thigh.

Just as quickly the situation happened, the man was apprehended and placed into police custody.

Ironically, Leo didn't even notice he'd been injured until Donnie brought it to his attention back at their lair. The wound appeared more severe than it actually was; it hadn't struck any vital arteries or tendons. Yet, as a surface wound, it bled profusely, likely exacerbated by adrenaline and his continued movement. Donnie easily fished out the bullet and stitched up the wound.

As Leo sat on the couch, he silently brooded, carefully masking his emotions while watching Raph and Mikey play video games. It was clear to anyone that Mikey felt guilty about the incident. Leo appreciated that Mikey was taking responsibility, acknowledging that his passive approach had escalated the situation, and offering a heartfelt apology. Despite this, a sting remained—not from the physical pain of the injury, which was linked to Mikey's inaction, but from the realization that Mikey was maturing. They were all growing up and evolving, a fact that brought both pride and a poignant sense of change.

Over the years, Raph had mellowed significantly. His anger became more focused during fights rather than exploding unpredictably like a tank's heat round. He even earned the trust to lead the team on some nights when the intensity was manageable. Leo vividly recalled the first time he challenged Raph to take the lead, fed up with his constant bickering. Raph, initially frozen with terror, was surprisingly humbled when the team returned more frazzled than when they had left. Although Splinter scolded Leo for his approach, there was a certain satisfaction in having Raph finally respect his leadership. Following the Kraang incident, Leo gradually began to relax, allowing Raph to take charge more frequently, initially with guidance. Over time, Leo found he needed to offer fewer and fewer pointers.

Donnie was still somewhat of a hermit, a trait that likely wouldn't change, which wasn't necessarily bad given his introverted nature. However, he was gradually coming out of his shell, engaging more with the world beyond his screens. Leo particularly appreciated Donnie's growing desire to improve his combat skills, as it provided a chance for the two brothers to spend one-on-one time together. Yet, as Donnie's skills sharpened, Leo found it increasingly challenging to best him in sparring matches. Even Raph, the physically strongest of them, was starting to struggle against Donnie.

Mikey was like experiencing whiplash with his dramatic transformations as he aged. The youngest was still brimming with energy, his jokes flowing as freely as candy from a pocket. Remarkably, he began taking accountability for his actions, cleaning up after his mistakes, and willingly taking on responsibilities without shirking them. However, Mikey's transition wasn't quiet. He often stonewalled during discussions about accountability and responsibility. His mood swings were abrupt, shifting from calm and content to inexplicably irritable when others presumed ignorance on his part. His bouts of anger, rivaling both Leo's and Raph’s combined, occasionally alarmed everyone, given that Mikey's default had always been to diffuse tension with humor. But almost as if it never happened, Mikey's emotional and mental state eventually stabilized into a more mature version of himself.

Everyone briefly wondered if Mikey was experiencing trauma, but the fact that he seemed more fulfilled with life after the tumultuous period reassured them and dispelled those concerns.

Then there was Leonardo, the leader in blue, currently wrestling with the idea that his brothers might no longer need him to look after their needs. He would always keep an eye on them, as neglecting to do so would contradict his nature as the eldest brother. However, the incident with the purple ooze, which caused a rift in his family, had truly opened his eyes. He never wanted to face your wrath again, having been viciously reminded that just because he wasn't used to the idea of his brothers possibly leaving to build their own lives—whether they remained turtles or mutated into humans—he needed to accept that they might not need him as much.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden warmth of your soft touch on his shoulders. How you managed to sneak up on him at times was beyond him. "Are you doing okay? Donnie told me what happened during patrol." Leo's insides melted as he looked into the gentle eyes you were giving him.

He nodded with a small smile, taking your hand in his and placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. "I'll be fine. I'll be back to normal before you know it." The corner of your lips lifted into a smile. So pretty.

Mikey spun around. "Oh hey, (Y/n)! When did you get here?" Raph only turned his head to look.

"Not too long ago." Your focus turned on them. "Heard you ran into a bit of trouble."

The youngest grimaced at the reminder but managed to maintain a lopsided grin. "Yeah, it was kind of my fault. But hey! We kicked their butts before they could even say 'Pizza Hut'!"

Raph rolled his eyes. "There was no way he was thinking of pizza in that moment, you doofus."

"Okay, but I was! I was hungry!"

You perched on the arm of the chair where Leo was sitting, gently leaning against his side as you watched the two exchange playful banter and dive back into their video game. Leo quickly made you comfortable, wrapping his arm around your waist and drawing you closer against him.

This had become what he looked forward to at the end of each day: returning to you, waiting with open arms and a sweet smile. You were his constant. His slice of peace. Although the years and the pressures of their lives had subtly shaped your personality, at your core, you remained the same person he had first met. His thumb gently traced the curve of your hip as he rested his head against you, quietly inhaling deeply to savor your scent. If you noticed, you didn't mention it.

As the day drew to a close, Leo finally had you all to himself in his room. He didn't mind sharing your company with his family, as it always comforted him to know how well you got along with them.

You moved around his room with such ease, changing into pajamas you had stashed in one of his dressers. It pleased him every time he thought about how pieces of you were scattered throughout his space. A hairbrush, aligned neatly alongside some hair products, sat on the very dresser you were rummaging through. A few photos of the two of you, and some with everyone else, adorned the cement walls. You had even added string lights, choosing blue because they reminded you of Leo, and you just had to get them for him.

Without a second thought, he pressed himself against your partially clad back, where you were still wearing a bralette. You let out a soft sound of surprise when he placed a kiss on your shoulder.

"Leo," you warned, though there was no real malice in your voice.

"Hmm?" He feigned innocence, continuing to plant kisses up the side of your neck.

"What do you think you're doing? You're injured," you remarked, slowly turning around to face him. He let you turn, choosing instead to press his lips to the top of your head.

His mouth quirked up in a half-smile. "Tis but a scratch." That got a chuckle out of you.

“I’m serious, Leo. You really should be sitting down and resting,” you insisted, gently pushing him back toward his bed. While you both knew you couldn’t physically move Leo if he resisted, as he was a force of nature, he always allowed you to guide him where you wanted him to be.

Leo’s hands continued to roam freely over your body, tracing every dip and curve of your shape. Each contour was familiar to him, yet he remained tempted to explore it anew, regardless of how long you had been together. You followed his lead, your fingers tracing over his green scaled skin.

A brief, comfortable silence fell between you, unforced and easy. No words were necessary.

The tip of your nail lightly trailed over the raised scars lining his arms. "If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars." Your expression remained neutral as you observed him, but the waver in your voice betrayed your emotions. You empathized deeply with him, feeling the pain he must have endured as if it were your own.

There you go again, disarming him completely. In the past, he might have found this alarming, perhaps even considering you a threat to the defenses he'd built around his mind. But now, the idea of pushing you away was unimaginable. Your mind, body, and soul were too tantalizing and addictive for him to ever consider distancing himself.

Leo was at a loss for words as a small flush rose to his cheeks. Although he had never really viewed the scars he'd earned over the years as anything negative, it deeply touched him that you wished he had never had to endure the pain that caused them in the first place.

Since he couldn't find the words to express his feelings, Leo simply offered you a sweet smile and pressed his lips against yours. You sighed contently, naturally melting into his touch. The way your movements effortlessly synchronized always filled him with a sense of awe and satisfaction that no one else could provide.

The kiss deepened gradually, almost of its own accord, his tongue slipping between your plush lips in a practiced dance. His large hands encircled your waist, pulling you closer, your body significantly warmer than his turtle form could ever become.

With effortless strength, his hands moved to the underside of your thighs, lifting you up and gently setting you down on the bed beneath him. His breath was already heavy, despite having barely begun.

You squeaked in surprise, "Leo, you're going to hurt yourself." Your concern for him always came across as endearing.

"It’s sex, not an Olympic sport. I promise I can handle it," he chuckled, his voice rich with amusement. His mouth eagerly moved to the exposed skin of your chest, sucking gently. You let out a soft sigh, your eyelashes fluttering in response.

"Fine," you pouted cutely. "Just let me know if things start to get too much, okay?"

"Always." He murmurs against your skin.

Leo's fingers meticulously explored, slowly removing the remaining clothes you hadn't yet taken off. His lips seemed to move with a will of their own, seeking every curve and crevice to kiss and suckle on, leaving marks that were carefully placed where they wouldn't be visible to the outside world.

After what seemed like an eternity to you, Leo finally removed your bottoms, and his hands took their time exploring your most intimate area. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation, watching intently as Leo's movements brought his face closer to the space between your thighs.

His tongue eagerly reached out, tracing a long, wet line along your core. If his eyes had been open, you might have seen them roll back in sheer pleasure. You tasted musky and sweet, a flavor he yearned to savor more deeply. Firmly holding your thighs to prevent you from closing them, he suckled on the sensitive bundle of nerves that quivered with need. You let out a moan, your muscles tensing beneath him. As he continued, one of his hands gently caressed your breast, kneading the soft tissue and pinching your nipple. Unnoticed by him, his own arousal was evident, tightly confined within his shorts, but he had no intention of attending to himself just yet—you were his focus, far more important in this moment.

The sounds you made were music to his ears. He groaned deeply, a resonant churring emanating from his chest, as his hips pressed desperately into the mattress. Your hands, seeking something to grasp, found his arms draped over your torso and thighs, holding onto them tightly.

"Fuck, don't stop..." you whined, your voice a beautiful plea. It thrilled him to his core knowing he was succeeding in pleasing you so thoroughly.

Leo remained steadfast in guiding you to the precipice of ecstasy, unafraid of the fall, for he would be there to catch you, as he always had. His tongue shifted its focus to your clit, allowing him to slide his thick finger into your sopping depths. When he curled his finger in that perfect way he knew you loved, it sent you writhing, a choked moan escaping your lips.

This was a kind of torture he relished, with spikes of intense need coursing through his body as he ground his pelvis into the soft blankets spread across the bed, now creased and bunched from your combined movements. Leo felt no shame as he groaned against your cunt, having long moved past any reservations in your shared sexual exploits.

Leo could tell you were nearing the edge as your thighs began to twitch more erratically under his grip, and your moans grew louder and came in shorter bursts. Somehow, his efforts intensified, driven by the desire to bring you to climax around his finger.

"Oh, God! I'm gonna cum!" Your feet kicked slightly, a reaction that might have made Leo chuckle if he hadn't been so intently focused, his attention fully claimed by the task between your legs.

A sharp suck on your clit coupled with a final, deliberate curl of his finger sent you into a state of bliss, your voice stammering out his name as a flush spread across your skin. As you shuddered beautifully beneath him, Leo marveled at his fortune, wondering what he had done to deserve such a blessing as you. His tongue enthusiastically lapped at the juices pooling from your core, keenly aware of how your inner walls clenched around his tongue each time he dipped it inside you.

Once you began to whimper, he finally pulled away, his lips and chin glistening with your essence. Seeing him, usually so composed, in such a disheveled state was shockingly obscene. You were certain Leo would be mortified if anyone saw him like this—flushed with arousal and messy from your release.

The sight left you more turned on than ever before.

"Lee," you called out, but he didn't respond, busy licking your slick from his lips and staring at your pussy with a dazed expression. "Leo." This time, he looked up, and the intense heat in his eyes sent goosebumps spreading across your arms. "Baby, I need you inside me, please."

Your plea sounded like the answer to every prayer he had ever uttered. In his haste to remove his shorts and position himself between your legs once more, a searing pain suddenly shot through his leg, halting his frantic movements.

He hissed, uttering a few 'ow's, and froze in place while gripping your knees to keep them steady. Your eyes widened with concern as you looked up at him.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

"Shit, yeah. Just give me a moment. I got a little ahead of myself there," Leo admitted. He took a few deep breaths, waiting for the pain to subside.

Despite the inconvenience of the gunshot wound, it fortunately didn't dampen the mood. Especially for Leo, since you were so patient beneath him, waiting for him to recover. However, you couldn't help but smirk at him.

You must have noticed him questioning the expression on your face. "I told you, you were going to hurt yourself," you said with a knowing look.

"Shut up," he huffed, his voice tinged with embarrassment. You giggled and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, tasting yourself on them.

The kiss served as a welcome distraction, helping him to ignore the flare-up of pain from his injury. He adjusted himself carefully, positioning the leg that would normally have pressed onto the injured one, onto his shoulder instead to keep you comfortable.

You quickly took his throbbing member in your hand, running the head along your soaked folds. Both of you moaned softly as the tip grazed the nerves that Leo had tenderly swollen with his mouth.

After a moment, you guided him inside you, and he sighed in relief as he felt your warm, wet walls envelop his cock. This sensation was familiar yet something Leo could never fully acclimate to, no matter how many times you welcomed him. You squeezed your eyes shut and let your head fall back with a soft whimper, feeling completely filled by him and still somewhat sensitive from your previous orgasm.

It was as if you encompassed Leo's entire sensory system. He could smell you, feel you, hear you—the aroma of your earlier climax permeating the room with the scent of sex. The way your inner walls fluttered around him, despite being nearly filled to the brink, was intoxicating. And the soft pants you took in an attempt to calm yourself only served to excite him further, making him even harder than before. Again, he wondered: What had he done to deserve you?

"Can I move?" Leo asked, aware that although you handled him wonderfully, he could still be a lot to adjust to, regardless of your experience with him.

You nodded and whimpered, "Yes, Lee, please..."

"Since you asked so nicely," Leo murmured, biting his lower lip to maintain some semblance of control over his voice. He began to slowly pull out, leaving just the tip inside, before pushing back in deeply.

The gentle pace was good initially, warming both of you up and allowing time to adjust to being so intimately connected. However, as Leo's desires grew more potent, it seemed you were also feeling the same urge for more. The way your brows began to knit together was a clear indication that you, too, were ready for him to intensify the rhythm.

Leo leaned down, adjusting the leg on his shoulder so it rested in the crook of his arm, allowing him to press his chest against yours to feel the intense heat radiating from you, a sensation he reveled in. His thrusts became sharper and quicker, eliciting gasps from your lips. The sweat accumulating on your skin deliciously rubbed against his plastron.

Despite the slight change in position reawakening the pain from his gunshot wound, Leo was too caught up in the addictive pleasure you provided to let it bother him significantly. The discomfort wasn't enough to stop him from continuing to drive himself between your legs, savoring everything you willingly offered to him alone.

With his face now close to yours, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, both to swallow your moans and to muffle his own sounds of gratification. Your tongues sloppily intertwined, failing to effectively silence your noises, but neither of you cared, too absorbed in each other's pleasure to give it any thought.

Although your whimpers were smothered by the kiss, Leo could still hear them escalating in pitch. You were close to the edge again, and he would have the privilege of feeling you come undone around him.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Leo panted, "Are you going to cum around me?" His breath was heavy, tinged with both desire and anticipation.

His hand slipped down to rub your clit, eliciting a whine from you as your head lolled back, exposing your neck. Seizing the opportunity, Leo gently nipped at the tender flesh there.

"Oh fuck! Don't stop, please!" you cried out, gripping his biceps for support as Leo drove you over the edge.

Leo groaned loudly into the curve of your neck as he felt your insides clench around him, the sensation both painfully intense and blissfully satisfying. It was exactly what he needed to push him over the edge, leading him to release inside your welcoming embrace. He didn't get a chance to warn you, but he knew you wouldn't have minded anyway.

You gently guided Leo by the chin to place one more kiss on his kiss-swollen lips. He hummed gratefully, his eyelids fluttering shut to fully enjoy the moment.

After a few moments of heavy breathing and basking in the afterglow, Leo carefully pulled away, prompting a brief whine from you at the loss of his closeness. He walked over to one of the many organized shelves in his room, where he kept stacks of rags. Ready to return to your side and envelope himself in the warmth you brought to his bed, he didn't linger long. He gently used a rag on you first, tenderly cleaning away any traces of your intimate moments together before he considered cleaning himself.

You peered up at him with a soft smile, your eyes tracking his movements. A grin spread across your lips when he finally finished, and you stretched your arms out, inviting him to return to your side.

He returned your smile, charmed by your cuteness, as he slid both of you under the duvet's covers. You snuggled up against his plastron, and Leo, feeling content, kissed your hairline and let out a satisfied sigh.

"You still doing okay, champ?" you asked, your voice lifting slightly with concern.

"Never better."

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[quinloki]

So April 2022 I decided to give One Piece a try.

Me: I’m just gonna watch a bit and when I am vindicated that it’s not my vibe I can mark it off and move on.

I mean, we saw how well that worked.

October 2022 I stumbled on an x reader story, made a Wattpad account and by the middle of the month was trying my hand at writing a format I had immediately fallen in love with.

Now, two years later, I’m at 800k written words - just counting what’s on Ao3, 14 WIPs, a dozen or so one shots, 6 completed multi-chapters, who knows how many drabbles at this point…

I wanted to hit 1 million words by the end of the year, but life decided to teach me some humility. ^_^ it’s okay though because in that journey I have been exceptionally blessed.

I got into tumblr, made a ton of new friends, inspired people, entertained people, educated people, and in all that learned much and more about myself and my passions.

I have, at 40+ years of age experienced all the joys and woes of fandom spaces xD and frankly - genuinely - to my heart and soul - I regret none of it.

I have not kept all who came into my space, in my space, and many more will come, and certainly others will go. But I am so glad I decided to give an anime I was certain I would not like, the chance to prove itself.

Thank you.

Thank you for being a part of this. Thank you for your support and kindness, for the bravery of asking questions and for the patience of reaching into new experiences and knowledge.

Thank you for letting me be an unrepentant gremlin, a lewd lord of smut, a mentor as well perhaps, and for allowing me to be me.

May I, may you - may we - see millions of more words, memories, joys and moments to come.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: Year Five Masterpost

WHAT A SPECIAL WEEK, Y'ALL! This week marks the end of the FIFTH FULL YEAR I've done UNINTERRUPTED FIC RECS every SINGLE FRIDAY! This is quite the achievement, I think. I genuinely didn't think I would make it this long being a reliable source for guaranteed recs every Friday 💜 It's something I'm super proud of and something I really genuinely hope that you guys love as much as I love posting them. I SERIOUSLY couldn't do it without you guys, since I literally get these weekly suggestions primarily from y'all!

For anyone who is new to my blog, every SINGLE Friday I post up 5 fics recently added to either my Marked for Later list or my Bookmarks, or as a way to promote new fics suggested to me by authors as a Signal Boosted fic! I haven't missed a single Friday since its inception in 2019, and it's still going strong!! It's the ONLY guaranteed weekly list on this blog, since YOU GUYS provide me the content!! :D I love doing it, and it makes authors feel loved :)

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[numberonetacostan]

THREE asks?? Okay we're pushing it... I like to think electric objects can emit heat.

Not just objects like Mephone or Mepad, but electronics like Lightbulb and Microphone too. Oh tacomic my wonderful wonderful yuri If season 2 starts in April, and there's a challenge every month (it was confirmed but i forgot which episode), there's a time period where they know eachother during January and Feburary (how tu spel), where it would be pretty cold. Sure, they wouldn't be good friends yet, but Mic would likely have sympathy for Taco and go out of her way some nights to stay near her. And winter or not, it tends to be colder at nights. near episodes 12 and 13, i imagine it's more nightly that Microphone is supplying heat.

I imagine Taco would not be able to sleep at all after ii 14, without just passing out and fainting. Mepad would be out cold in sleep mode, so he wouldn't be helpful. Once ii18 is over, I feel like taco would curl up at least nearby Microphone as much as possible, and even want to be her roommate when Hotel Hoot is reconstructed Im rewatching II season 1 as we speak and Pickle just canabalised (how tu spel) his wife - Moldy 🥯🦠 PS this was supposed to be SO angsty but Im too tired to think of anything

Hi Moldy!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in an ask!!! :] I don't mind getting a much!! Having a lot of asks in my inbox makes me smile!! :)

Sounds right to me!! Plenty of electronics emit heat, so they'd be toasty warm!! Mic would be one of the best cuddlers, I think, since Lightbulb would have to turn on to get hot and then being close to hurt might hurt your eyes, yeah?

Mic going to go hang out with Taco to keep her warm is so sweet!!! Taco can't go inside like everyone else can, so Mic is one of her only sources of heat!! I can even see Mic smuggling and blanket or two out of the hotel for Taco and Taco making sure not to show too much emotion but being so happy to not have to freeze as much for yet another winter.

And Taco having trouble sleeping without her Mic </3 she has so many feelings it would be hard for her to sleep since she's constantly trying to not feel/think about them.

Post-canon Taco would get every cuddle because she is small and cold and sad and grieving actually. I think they would indeed be roommates wherever they live post-canon, with Soap's endorsement. You KNOW once Soap sees that Taco is genuinely trying to be better that she will become the biggest tacomic shipper ever. She is totally Mic's wing woman.

[windyboi101]

Cyn Headcanons

Cyn won the poll I hosted! I also got WAY more notes than I expected so I am only during 30. Sorry, but its the only way to keep me from writing duplicates, low quality HCs, etc. Please like and reblog if you enjoy, as it lets me know I am writing content people enjoy, and it helps to spread my posts around! The more viewers, the more feedback I get, which is the most valuable resource to me.

So, without further ado,

30 Cyn Headcanons (Some serious, some silly)

Serious Headcanons 1. Prior to her disposal, Cyn worked as a toy assembler/demonstrator. This is why she would overexplain her actions, since toys can't exactly speak. This would later go on to influence the Solver's outlook on humanity and how it should be treated.

2. Cyn's cause of fatal error was not a workplace accident, but execution (murder) from a higher up at the company she was employed at. Reason? Up to you, whichever makes it most tragic :)

3. The Cyn we see in the show was only partially controlled by the Solver for some sections. When she was first brought home, barely noticeable influence, like 10% controlled. By the start of episode 5, about 70% of her was controlled by the Solver, but the excitement about Movie Night was genuine!

4. Solver-Cyn left Tessa for last on the night of the Gala Massacre. She had warned Tessa to not come, which shows that she didn't want to have to kill her.

5. While J was the first to fall under control of Cyn's Solver abilities, J was the last to be 'modified'.

6. While the Solver is fully in control of Cyn by the time the events of the show start playing out, Cyn is still within the consciousness of the bodies the Solver takes over. This includes being witness to Uzi's first transformation and Doll's mind.

7. Cyn was certainly younger than the other drones, and due to this she was never switched out of 'Parental Guidance Mode' that censors swearing (Like Uzi being unable to see Nori's crude writings). This is why Cyn couldn't fully swear when she lost grip of N's core.

8. The Cyn part of Solver has abandonment issues. This is why she was willing to clone the main cast of Disassembly Drones rather than see them as just tools. It is also why Cyn was willing to leave them alone if they obeyed her orders, despite her plan that consisted of consuming all matter possible. If she could keep them as friends, she would.

9. While still herself, Cyn had OCD and was very meticulous about her tasks. For the short time she was 'employed' at the Elliot Manor, she was particularly good at stacking and arranging of objects. Unfortunately, this would become arrangements of triangular hexagons and other mysterious symbols shortly before she was deemed too damaged to work.

10. Cyn did not create a solution for the Murder Drones to not burn in the sun because she sees it as a way to keep them restrained. The less time they can be out doing whatever they want, the less likely they are to figure out any sort of deception or way to usurp her.

11. If Cyn did not have to take a more direct approach for her plan to succeed by the end of Episode 7, she would have a fear of Sentinels while not in her 'blackhole' form after the events that transpired in Episode 6.

12. Cyn's 'birthday' was April 14th, 3052.

13. Cyn seems to have an infinite supply of bows. Nobody knows where she gets them from or how she keeps making them.

14. Post-Finale, Cyn would constantly be trying to hijack pieces of technology to gain more power. Fortunately, none of these attempts would get far due to Uzi's capable technological skills.

15. What would keep Cyn docile would be allowing her to hijack weak and limited pieces of technology, like an old game cartridge or a singular floppy disk. However, this ruins any sort of data stored on the item in question but would definitely create the closest example to those early 2000 creepypastas like 'Sonic.exe' and other 'my video game was hAuNtEd' types of scenarios.

Silly Headcanons

16. Cyn genuinely enjoys tea. Unfortunately, she does not know how to drink it properly.

17. If Cyn got an animal plushie of herself like Uzi, N, and V did, it would be an Octopus.

18. Cyn wasn't one to be impatient or throw temper tantrums like in Episode 5, that was all the Absolute Solver.

19. Cyn could have been knocked out for a few hours if you threw a big enough weighted blanket over her.

20. Cyn would host 'oil tasting parties' as a crude way of replicating the activities of her former owners.

21. Cyn's 'startup message' is not "Hello World." It is instead "Violence is the question and the answer is yes."

22. If you gagged Cyn's mouth in any way, she would use sign language to be able to communicate her actions in excessive detail, just like she does when she speaks. ("Light sip" or "Shuffle. Shuffle. Shuffle.")

23. If you gave Cyn a YouTube channel, she would market it like those "Spiderman Elsagate" videos completely unironically, but then have the content be very in-depth analyses of complex equations and theories.

24. Cyn does NOT know what sex is. She thinks humans reproduced by being delivered a child via Stork.

25. Cyn's knowledge of emojis (her last reaction in Episode 8) comes solely from what she could hijack from V's mind when she still had control, since V was texting Lizzy at some point in time.

26. Cyn sees William Afton as a role model.

27. Cyn's choice of play in GTA would be using mods to make everything fly around at high speeds and explode at random.

28. If you slapped Cyn across the face, her head would spin around on her neck until the momentum fully stopped.

29. Cyn is the kind of drone to taste-test a footprint and be able to know where somebody went.

30. A McDonald's sprite would be enough to kill Cyn.

[huellitaa]

bee's record player: '24 complete 🎧🎀💬

welcome back to the final edition of bee's record player in 2024! 🎀🎧💭👛🐈‍⬛️✨️

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 notice!

bee's record player will be undergoing a large format change in 2025! this issue is a preview for the next version, so enjoy...💭🐈‍⬛️

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 disclaimer

bee's record player is a simple project i enjoy writing every month and is in no way final or official. these are all my thoughts, opinions and insights that i have compiled together and are by no means definitive or final. take everything with a pinch of salt. enjoy! ♡

🎀🎧 ྀི𓂃 ࣪˖ ALBUMS OF 2024

꒰ა 🐈‍⬛️✨️ a semi-exhaustive list of all the albums released this year: ...♡

and now, in no particular order...

BRAT, charli xcx 👛𓂃 ࣪˖

released june 7th

best songs: von dutch, apple,

running time: 41 minutes 23 seconds

i genuinely think this is the most iconic album of 2024. it was such a massive thing and brat summer was so huge. we love u charli youre an icon 4ever

eternal sunshine, ariana grande 💬𓂃 ࣪˖

released march 8th

best songs: eternal sunshine, supernatural, yes, and?, the boy is mine

running time: 35 minutes 26 seconds

might be biased here cuz ive loved ari since i was little but this was my favourite release this year! id waited for so long and she did not disappoint 💕✨️

tomorrow, tomorrow x together 🍬𓂃 ࣪˖

released april 1st

best songs: deja vu, miracle, the killa

running time: 17 minutes 2 seconds

my comfort album of this year 🫶🏻🧸

short n sweet, sabrina carpenter 🧁𓂃 ࣪˖

released august 23rd

best songs: espresso, please please please, juno, good graces, dont smile

running time: 36 minutes 15 seconds

THE iconic summer '24 staple ✨️🩷

this is how tomorrow moves, beabadoobee 🐈‍⬛️ 𓂃 ࣪˖

released august 9th

best songs: take a bite, real man, california, post,

running time: 41 minutes 23 seconds

charm, clairo 👛𓂃 ࣪˖

released july 12th

best songs: juna, sexy to someone, glory of the snow

running time: 38 minutes 2 seconds

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT, billie eillish ⭐️𓂃 ࣪˖

released may 17th

best songs: birds of a feather, lunch, l'amour de ma vie, chihiro, wildflower

running time: 43 minutes 45 seconds

MEGAN, megan thee stallion 🎀𓂃 ࣪˖

released june 28th

best songs: BOA, otaku hot girl, worthy, where them girls at, spin ft. victoria monet

running time: 52 minutes

strategy, twice 🧁𓂃 ࣪˖

released december 6th

best songs: strategy ft. megan thee stallion, kiss my troubles away

running time: 20 minutes 47 seconds

ATE, stray kids 💭𓂃 ࣪˖

released july 19th

best songs: chk chk boom, mountains

running time: 23 minutes 21 seconds

sanctuary, tomorrow x together 👛𓂃 ࣪˖

released november 4th

best songs: heaven, over the moon, danger, forty one winks, resist, higher than heaven

running time: 14 minutes 52 seconds

from zero, linkin park 🧸𓂃 ࣪˖

released november 15th

best songs: the emptiness machine, good things go, from zero (intro)

running time: 31 minutes 54 seconds

CHROMAKOPIA, tyler, the creator 💭𓂃 ࣪˖

released october 28th

best songs: darling, i, like him, st chroma, rah tah tah, tomorrow

running time: 52 minutes 54 seconds

🎀🎧 ྀི𓂃 ࣪˖ 2024 MUSIC CROWNS

best artists 💬𓂃 ࣪˖

charli xcx

♡ charli xcx, of course!! she has been an absolute icon this year with brat and all the remixes and collaborations and such, brat blew up so much and is THE most iconic album of 2024 and so of course the creator of this masterpiece had to be on here too! 🩷

sabrina carpenter

♡ sabrina carpenter has been the pop princess of 2024 and her success is growing every single day. i've only been listening since emails i cant send but she has blown up so much it shocks me. espresso was a global hit and with the ongoing short n' sweet tour i think she's only going to get bigger. love u brina 💭

chappell roan

♡ chappell roan. though the only thing she released this year was good luck, babe, which was still an absolutely huge success, she has been SO iconic throughout the entirety of 2024, with all her performances and appearances, along with her tour and the success of hot to go in the summer. shes too iconic not to put up here ♡

kendrick lamar

♡ okay i don't even LISTEN to kendrick lamar and yet i KEPT hearing about him CONSTANTLY this year. his music kinda goes hard actually and that whole thing w drake as well?? honestly though hes not on my playlist i definitely think the world has heard too much about him for him not to make it up here 💬

tyler, the creator

♡ tyler the creator i feel like also deserves a mention in this list. i also kept hearing so much about him and his music is genuinely so good. chromakopia was such a massive success and all of his albums are so incredibly complex and enjoyable it would be a crime not to put him up here ♡

honourable mention 🧸𓂃 ࣪˖

though there wasn't a place for her on the leaderboard, i definitely feel ariana grande deserves a special mention, with the success of eternal sunshine and the part she played in the success of wicked in november. we love u ari ♡

best albums 🐈‍⬛️𓂃 ࣪˖ (IN ORDER)

BRAT, charli xcx

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT, billie eillish

short n' sweet, sabrina carpenter

eternal sunshine, ariana grande

cowboy carter, beyonce

songs of a lost world, the cure

best k-pop 👛𓂃 ࣪˖

i feel like kpop deserves its own little section because its so different to western music in the way of management and music output. and the winner of said section for this year has to be stray kids. with ATE in july and their new album in december, they have been touring and collaborating and going all out this year. i am more of a casual listener these days but i have not been able to stop hearing about them. they are so iconic every year but this year i cant think of anyone that tops them in all honesty 🩷✨️♡

🎀🎧 ྀི𓂃 ࣪˖ 2024 MUSIC SUMMARY

2024 was a very much pop-oriented year in the world of music, and with hyperpop being surprisingly the top genre, many conflicts were started and many bangers were made. though i can't say its been a legendary musical year, its definitely been a memorable one, and i feel next year will only continue that and take it even further. i look forward to seeing what 2025 brings for us in the music scene, and i hope you all have a beautiful new year, inside and outside of music 💬🩷🫶🏻🎀🎧⭐️

🎀🗒 note: you can see my personal music favourites from this year in this post here! ♡)

all my love, and happy 2♡25! 🎆🎀🫶🏻🩷🐈‍⬛️

[creaturefeaster]

APRIL WAS A NURSE?? PLEASE MORE FUN FACTS ABOUT APRIL I BEG 🙏🏻

She was still in school for it, so technically she shouldn't have been working as one yet, but the town is so small that their dinky little hospital was like. Hey someone who knows a little more than just slapping a bandaid on that shit? Please come work for us. She might not know it all, and might not be the best, but I'd trust her over most other people in the cast to help patch me up.

Despite this occupation, she doesn't necessarily live the healthiest lifestyle. She smokes and has smoked from a relatively young (14) age, likes to get super drunk at parties and events*, and when presented with a problem, tends toward the more dangerous and dubious solutions (Cat stuck in a tree? Nah don't get a ladder, I'll jump from the roof to that low hanging branch, it'll be fiiiiine.)

She has a dark sense of humor, and it's because of this that she doesn't tend to get along with the average stranger. She can come across as cruel or rude, but often times it's her trying to make a(n often distasteful) joke.

She's got a very snorty laugh, but it's hard to pull a genuine laugh out of her. She's hard to impress!

Often times when the fated 15 are struggling to keep momentum in stressful times, she's the one who throttles people forward. She's never been a quitter, she's always pushed through a lot of her own stressors on a daily basis, and, while her wake up calls may feel rude and pushy in the moment, it's always in the best interest of getting through the tough stuff.

Debbie and her get along rather well, even with their very misaligned interests. They're both vocal, energetic, and stubbornly steadfast. I'd argue though that April may not be the best influence on Debbie.

While it's always important to have a weapon nearby within the Aridecian desert, and she's always been handy with a crossbow, she only started getting more into it when Tanner began hunting. She's competitive, and she wanted to be just as good of a marksman as Tanner if not better.

She keeps dark lipstick on her at all times even after the Fault, because she'd rather die with black-jade lips than 'cutesy, rosy pink' lips. She wants to be hardcore till the end.

*Her tendency to over-drink at events has spawned a rule within her social circle, dubbed "The Puke Rule," in which once someone (pretty much always her) pukes, they must all go home for the night, no debate. Tanner, Leon and her were actually leaving a rave early the night of the Fault, because of this very rule. They probably would have all died if they stuck around longer than they did. So... thanks April?

[thislovintime]

July 1967; photo by Micky Dolenz.

“A Greenwich Village hippie in younger days, Tork was the first to leave the group. And as legend has it, he was the most freaked out by the Monkees experience. ‘That’s accurate in my case,’ he said from Toronto this week. ‘Pop entertainers in the ‘60s had no experience with fame. It takes a balanced personality, beyond that usually attracted to entertainment, to be able to handle it. I knew Jimi [Hendrix] and Janis [Joplin], and I know they both came to music out of loneliness. I once heard Jimi sing backstage, singing full out, like he never did onstage. When I told him it sounded great he gave me this embarrassed laugh, like a kid rejecting a compliment.’” - The Boston Globe, August 10, 1989 “[We would] watch him from backstage. What he did was simply exquisite. I loved to watch the way his hands worked — it came so easily to him it looked as if he wasn’t playing at all. Most guitar players have so much tension in their arms, they hunch over. But the easier you are — and Jimi was extraordinarily easy with it — the wider your range of expression.” - Peter Tork, A Biography of Jimi Hendrix by Charles R. Cross (2006) “Michael and I would sit backstage and listen [to Jimi Hendrix] and just marvel.” - Peter Tork, Newsday, April 14, 2007 “Genuine, reliable and huggable, Peter is a natural person — really gets off on talent — loves other musicians and can jam along with the best of ‘em. I saw him holding his own with Hendrix, Stills, Young.” - Davy Jones, They Made A Monkee Out Of Me

[fishsticksloser]

Hi if it’s cool I have a small request.

Could you write something where the reader hangs out one of the brothers (not the turtles they like). The brother then asks them to marry the turtle they like because he wants the reader as his sister

Eyes Wide Open

Mikey + fem!reader & Donnie x fem!reader

Warnings: mutual pinning, mentions of marriage, fluff, a sliver of angst, aged up, no tcest!!!!

A/N: I have no clue if this is what you had in mind, but I read your request and immediately thought Mikey. Mikey is so cute, he's such a genuinely sweet guy 🧡 I will write with all different turtles (ie talk to Leo -> marry Raph, etc.)

Leo | Raph | Mikey

You and Mikey sat on the ledge of a building, legs dangling off the side. You used to be scared doing that, you'd even panic when one of the boys did it, but it didn't bother you anymore.

You and Mikey swung your legs, just talking. About anything and everything. You hadn't been around in a while and Mikey was catching you up on everything you missed. Now you sat in a comfortable silence, watching the sunset.

"I want you to be my sister." Mikey suddenly says.

"I thought I was?" You laugh.

"No... I mean..." Mikey sighs. "We've known April for about 14 years. We've known you for about 2."

"Okay..?"

"You should marry Donnie."

"W-What!?"

"Then you'd be my sister."

"Mikey, I'm not just going to marry Donnie." Your heart was pounding in your ears. Had you really made it that obvious that you liked Donnie? "I don't think either of us would just run off and get married."

"I've seen how you look at him." Mikey continues. "I think you should do something about it."

Mikey doesn't let you answer, bidding you goodnight and heading back down to the lair.

Maybe you should say something... What's the worst that could happen, right? But this is Donnie you're talking about... He has to keep his 'emotionally unavailable bad boy' image up. Dating doesn't really fit into that.

You chose not to think about it anymore and went home. But as you laid in bed you continued to think about it. What was the real worst case scenario. Donnie wasn't the type to publicly humiliate you, so there wasn't really a fear of that. Would he tell his brothers though? How would they react?

What was the best scenario? He said yes... Right? Then you eventually run off and get married like Mickey wanted. That was the best case scenario, but like that would ever happen...

A few days later, you head to the lair. Even if Donnie didn't feel the same way, he still deserved to know and you needed this weight off your shoulders.

"Hey!" Leo smiles. "It's been a while! How are you?"

"Uh, good." You answer. "Where's Don?"

"In his lab like always." Raph answers.

You head to Donnie's lab, the door was shut so you knocked. You couldn't hear anything, but the door started to open. You slipped inside, seeing Donnie hunched over his desk like a shrimp. It wasn't unusual for you to hang around the lab, you actually quite enjoyed just being around Donnie.

"Hi, Donnie." You say, sitting in the chair next to him.

"Hey, y/n." He smiles, fiddling with some screws, goggles down. "I've kind of missed my lab partner."

"Sorry I've been gone so long." You laugh. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

"Of course, go on." He continues to fiddle, it was a tad irritating.

"It's kind of important..." You press.

"Oh, okay." Donnie sets down his tools and lifts his goggles. He spins to face you, pulling his legs up, sitting cross-legged. He studied your face, waiting for you to talk. He noticed the hesitance. "Oh... This is really serious..."

He didn't like serious talks. Serious talks tend to be emotional and he's not equipped with the tools to deal with that. Maybe he should tell you to talk to Mikey, but... You came to him...

"Donnie..." You took a deep breath, wringing your hands. "I talked with Mikey a few days ago... And he told me that I should be honest with you."

"H-Honest?" Donnie questions. "I didn't know you lied to me in the first place..."

"I haven't lied... Per say... I just haven't told you."

"Oh."

You avoided his eyes, hoping that it would be easier to say, but it wasn't. He was staring so intently, concerned about what you were hiding. You were his best friend, he thought that you'd come to him if things weren't going well... If you weren't doing well.

"Don... I..." He watched you panic a little before shaking your head. "This is stupid... I shouldn't have listened to Mikey. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"Are you sure?" Donnie asks. "I really don't mind, I'm just working on something fun... You seem like you really want to say something..."

"It's not that important..." You quickly retreat. You rush past the other turtles, not even saying goodbye.

"What happened?" Raph stood to follow you as Donnie rushed in.

"I-I don't know." Donnie answered. "She said she had something important to tell me then ran off before saying it... But she did say she talked to Mikey about it..."

All 3 of them turn to Mikey. Mikey shrinks into his chair.

"What did you say to her?" Leo asks.

"I just told her that she should do something!" Mikey squeaks.

"What did you tell her to do?"

"I-I... I told her that I wanted her to be my sister... Legally and everything you know... And I told her to do something about it."

"Hold on..." Leo stops Mikey's rambling. "You basically told her to admit she has feelings for one of us and she went to Donnie?"

"Are you saying y/n has a crush on Donnie?" Raph demands.

Mikey didn't answer. Donnie was frozen. That's what you were trying to tell him? Was it really that hard to talk to him? Donnie left the room. He needed to think.

"Now look what you did..." Mikey waves his hand towards the direction Donnie left in. "Now you've upset Donnie..."

Donnie was upset, but not because he found out from Mikey. But because he was so stupid. Suddenly knowing you had a crush on him revealed all the indicators of it. The way you'd brush your hand against his arm, bumping knees during movie nights, how you almost always brought his favorite snacks when you came to visit. He was upset because he had feelings for you and he didn't think you shared those feelings. He let you touch his shell, he always had his battle shell off around you. He made you things, hoping they were useful to you. He always sat next to you during movie nights, letting you curl into him. And he had made a chair set to your lumbar settings for when you were in his lab.

He had to tell you.

Late that same night, he snuck out of the lair... Not that he had to sneak out, he's 23, he can do whatever he wants. Donnie made his way to your place and knocked on your door.

"Donnie!" You choked as you opened your door.

"Can I come in?" He asks. You nod, slightly dazed. "I wanted to talk to you... It's kind of important."

"Oh... Uh, y-yeah." You both walk to your kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"No..."

"Okay..."

"I don't know how to do this..." Donnie murmurs. "Mikey told me..."

"I'm sorry - I really wanted to tell you, but I just..."

"It's fine. I haven't been completely honest with you either."

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N... I like you so much..." Donnie groans, he looks at the counter, avoiding your eyes. He realized why you had run away, this was difficult.

"Donnie, you don't have to pretend for me... Or Mikey." You tell him. "I know I should've told you, but that doesn't mean you have to fake it to make me feel better."

"I'm not..." Donnie frowns. "I... I'm an idiot for not seeing it, but then again... You didn't notice either."

"Don-" It's not that you think he's lying, although that's part of it, you're just waiting for him to shut you down.

"Y/N, please." Donnie whispers. He walks towards you, taking your hands in his. "I like you. I should've said something a long time ago... We both should've... Maybe then we'd be married like Mikey wants."

You laughed. You couldn't help it. Donnie's eyes met yours, he was smiling too. He wasn't lying, his eyes spoke truth. So you stood on your toes and kissed him, softly. Donnie let go of your hands and placed one on your hip, the other on the back of your neck.

"We did it!" Mikey whispers. Leo, Raph, and Mikey were crouched outside your window, watching it all unfold.

"Congrats, Michael." Leo wraps his arm around Mikey's shoulders and pulls him closer.

[robloxconfessions2]

PROOF THAT I AM BIOGRAFT'S ACTUAL #1 FAN

-my specialized biograft photo album has over 700 entries, at least 20 of which were my creations -i main biograft and have since april (i mained boombox from february to march). i'm level 360+ and the best game i remember was 27/2/14 -i've listened to grain of pain hundreds of times. you know who's on the youtube thumbnail for that song? biograft. -i'm a biograft fictionkin and the host of a system with 5 biograft fictives (out of ~15 frequent fronters) -i have 22 ocs who are biografts and have written fanfics about 5 of them -almost all of my socials have biograft-themed profile layouts (except a few older ones i keep out of sentimentality) -i have roblox cosplays of every bio variation on catalog avatar creator, and have bought and used 2 of them -i have 12 biograft-themed music playlists saved and 3 created across spotify and youtube -i genuinely considered getting a tattoo of the blackrock faction logo once -probably more but it'd be a hassle to gather all the evidence

sincerely, biograft #1 fan

can I copypasta this

[ohmygodshesinsane]

Unlicensed | A Jily Micro-Oops

Lily Evans begrudgingly agrees to get in the car with classmate and sometime-foe James Potter and his not-quite-earned P-plates after a particularly rubbish day.

words: 1438 | for @jilymicro-oops | april prompt 14: ridiculous

read on ao3 or under the cut

Lily’s buckle clicked as Potter nudged the gearstick into ‘R’. He tossed his gaze back over his shoulder, one hand on the wheel, dark hair curling around the round rims of his overlarge specs. It was getting long, by school standards; she was surprised McGonagall hadn’t tapped him on the shoulder to send him for a cut. It softened him, though. The contours of his straight nose and the hard ridge of his forehead seemed friendlier, somehow. Or maybe she was just growing accustomed to the crinkles that came with one of his genuine smiles.

All the same, it was ridiculous that she would be sitting in his car, bag tucked between her ankles, all patches with its broken zip in the footwell of his beamer. Heated leather melted against her back, sanding the edges off the mid-July chill. She had pegged him as the sportscar sort, truth be told; but he wasn’t seventeen yet. Hand sanitiser sat in the drinkholder, and the car was empty, save for him and her and his bags in the boot. It was too clean for a bloke - especially one with red P-plates pinned to the windscreen. Plates he hadn’t earned.

“Is this your Mum’s?” Lily asked lightly. The car lurched. She grabbed the handle hanging above. Potter swore, running his fingers through his hair, and twisted his body to look out the back window.

“Yeah,” he admitted, never looking at her. “If you wouldn’t mind keeping - er, mum, about it, though —”

“Much cooler to let everyone think your parents got you a car for your birthday,” Lily smiled. He was doing her a favour, really, but she couldn’t resist. He was the only one in their year with any kind of access to independent transport as yet; the only one whose parents were permissive enough to let him zoom around in their car with a big fat ‘L’ stamped on his license. Lily had passed the theoretical with flying colours, but the only person in her family to hold a full license was her sister’s stupid boyfriend, and she would beg for rides before she’d condemn herself to listening to him boast for hours on end.

Potter lifted his foot off the brake, and the car hesitantly jerked back into the carpark. With a swing of the wheel he righted them, and so the navy BMW hopped its way out of the school gates. Potter’s brows knitted in concentration as he straightened in his seat, knuckles white.

“Er,” he said, checking his mirrors, “could you put the heat on? The whole driving and fiddling thing —”

“Don’t worry.” Lily leaned down. The car’s interface was impossibly flash, with a shiny touch-screen and a dozen different lights. It could make phone calls, skip songs, even - “It has a reverse camera, you know.”

Potter flicked the indicator on. “Yeah,” he said, a little distracted. “I wanted to learn the old-fashioned way.”

Lily’s eyebrows arched. “Nothing about this is old-fashioned. It’s an auto. It has Spotify.” She jabbed an accusing finger at the little black-and-green app on the car’s menu.

“I’m an old soul, Evans.” Lily winced as he accelerated into a tiny gap, earning a blast on the horn. “Ah, fuckwit, I was fine!” Lily snorted. Potter flashed her a look, but his eyes quickly returned to the road, sitting a smidgeon too close to the car in front. Kids spilled out of the school in the distinctive black-and-grey Hogwarts uniforms, backpacks bouncing, heading for cars in the line-up or swinging their legs over bikes. Lily ducked her head. The last thing she needed was for someone to dob her in - ‘a prefect in a car with an unlicensed driver, Miss, really!’ Potter had a reputation, too. The last thing she needed was for the girl-of-the-week to come after her. She tilted her head, wondering what, exactly, Potter would tell the current one, a clingy blonde who always glared at Lily if she dared to enter Glassons. Lily didn’t think they’d ever spoken, but she clearly held a grudge.

“Come on,” Potter said, drumming his fingers as they waited for the traffic lights to change. His eyes hung heavy on her skin, and she grimaced, knowing she looked like a loon. “I’m not that embarrassing, am I? I’m a bloody good football player. Got the winning try when we played Durmstrang the other week, you know.”

Lily’s foot tapped; as soon as she noticed it, she stopped, scared somehow that the worn toes would mark the car. She folded her hands in her lap and unfolded them, picking at her nails.

“I just… shouldn’t really be in here,” she said, guilt seeping through every word. “After everything with Sev…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Potter said, frowning. “Snape’s a dick.”

“People will think I was in on it, though,” Lily said, eyes falling to the lock on the glovebox, shining in the afternoon sun. “I mean, I - you know, I do… what you did was… but if Sev’s mum calls the school or something, or one of his mates makes a fuss - it’s…” How could she explain? James Potter had had his name down for Hogwarts since his birth, and his parents donated generously and notoriously to the school. What did he know of scholarships and monthly meetings, the sneers of the Slytherins’ parents when she spoke at assembly? “Never mind,” she shrugged. “Thank you for the ride. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” Potter answered. Lily froze. His jaw worked, a flush creeping up his neck. “You’ll sign it off for me, right?” he added quickly, laughing, flexing the veins in his hands. “I need all the hours I can get.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“Mm… But?”

“You’re dreaming.”

“You’re facilitating.” Potter grinned cheekily. It was endearing, in its own strange way, and Lily’s stomach swooped. He’s such a tosser. They took off, cruising now that they’d escaped the speed-limited school zone. Lily gazed out the window, through the maze of low brick homes to the rippling ocean beyond, blue and brilliant. Why had Potter agreed to drive her? They’d been partnered up for their English project, sure, but they’d never exactly got along. Was it just because of lunch? Did he pity her?

“It’s a left,” she said, when they made it over the bridge. Potter shoulder-checked - good job - and slipped into the turning lane.

“Evans,” he said, braking.

“Yeah?”

“It’s not on you, you know.” His voice lowered. Lily swallowed. His hazel eyes landed on hers, round and sincere, with an intensity that made her heart race. “What happened’s not your fault.”

She couldn’t stand it, with that mole on his cheek and the press of his mouth.

“I don’t know,” Lily said.

“I’m telling you it isn’t,” Potter insisted. “I chose to do it. I’ll tell them all that. I don’t,” and he inhaled deep, hauling in the breath like a fishing net, fingers splayed in his nest of black hair, “I don’t want you dealing with the consequences of my actions.” His features firmed, resolved. “I won’t let that happen.”

Lily’s mouth dried. She tried to play it off with a chuckle, folding her arms across her chest.

“I don’t think it’s really up to you, whether they blame me. They will. It doesn’t matter.” It mattered more than anything, but only for someone like Lily. The holes in her socks seemed to gape over her feet.

“No, Evans,” Potter said, guiding the car shakily around the corner now. Had he ever been down this road before? Tufts of grass moped amongst the brown dustbowls of the front yards, tacky gnomes and old bicycles decorating the paths to the front doors. A picket sign warned off doorknockers and Jehovah’s; a collarless dog lifted its leg on the slender wood. Lily shifted in her seat, conscious of the leather and the new-car air freshener and the little sticker on the inside of the glass windscreen that noted the car as being one of regular, reliable services. “You’re my project partner,” he said. “It matters. You know, now, I guess, you - well, yeah. You matter to me.”

They hit the speedbump too quick, and Lily’s body jolted over the seatbelt, straps digging into her body, bag slamming against her leg. The brakes screeched. Potter hurriedly spun the wheel, bringing them back onto their route. Lily’s pulse pounded. Why would he say that? It didn’t make sense. Nothing about today made sense.

“Sure,” she said, face knitting in thought. “I’ll believe it when you stop trying to kill me.”

“Come on, Evans,” Potter smiled, eyes glittering. “The fear is half the fun.”

[halfratsalready]

Reflecting On My 2024 Fics 💕✨

When this year started, I hadn’t published a fanfic in well over 5 or 6 years. By the end of the year, I’d published 7, including 3 one shots, 3 completed multi chapter fics, and 1 in-progress multi chapter fic (that I admittedly haven’t touched in a while, oops). I also organized my first ever fic exchange this year! I loved being able to bring people together to share stories with each other and am so glad I stepped out of my comfort zone by hosting an exchange, so much so that I hosted another one later in the year!

I’m not the best or most prolific writer here - not by a long shot - but I’m pretty happy with what I’ve done and am so grateful for this community’s response to my works! In honor of that, here’s a little reflection on what I’ve written this year :)

(Featuring a sneak peek or two at what I’m working on next…)

Breaking Down 🥀

(March 18th. 1 chapter. 2k words. 21 kudos. 1 comment.)

My first fic in 7 years, first ever Just Dance fic, and first fic on AO3! The start of my tendency towards Jack Rose angst! Based on a Florence + The Machine song! This is a short one shot that I wrote in a very stream of consciousness manner. It’s not exactly my best work, but it holds a special place in my heart for all the milestones it represented for me.

Lose Yourself ✨

(March 22nd-April 5th. 5 chapters. 16.5k words. 95 kudos. 45 comments.)

Oh, Lose Yourself, where do I even begin with you? This fic genuinely changed my year, all for the better. I was absolutely terrified to post this. I was new to the fandom, publishing a fic amongst so many other incredible works by incredible writers, and to top it all off, it was my very first time publishing a ship fic. It was also my first time publishing a series. I had debilitating anxiety for days because I was scared to publish actual ship content. The response to this fic was absolutely incredible and I am still so, so grateful to everyone who read it and left feedback. This series was also the first time I ever received artwork for any fic I’d written. Genuinely, this was sort of a life changing experience for me, as silly as it may seem.

Close to Post-Mortem 🥀

(April 12th-April 26th. 5 chapters. 17k words. 71 kudos. 39 comments.)

Part two of the Lose Yourself series and my second (and much darker) foray into the world of Jack Rose angst, as well as my first time really getting to write Night Swan. This is the fic that made me realize how much I love writing the dynamic between Jack and Night Swan, and just writing Night Swan in general. While generally the least popular of the Lose Yourself series and probably my third favorite (not that I don’t like it, I just like the other two better), this fic is special to me for showing me how much fun I have writing angst and how much I love writing these characters. Also, it’s the first instance of my personal favorite AO3 tag of mine- “turning people into terrifying mind controlled bird minions left right and center,” which gets it a ton of bonus points in my book.

Fail Me Not ✨

(May 3rd-May 20th. 6 chapters. 38.2k words. 92 kudos. 39 comments.)

This fic is so special to me. It closes out the initial Lose Yourself trilogy (because I decided that I want to continue the story through Dance With the Swan and hope to do so one day) and represents the first time I actually finished a fic series (technically not because there’s more to come but I finished the original plan so I’m counting it). The feedback I received for this fic was so kind and I’m so grateful for everyone who left a comment at any point in this series. I’m really proud of the Lose Yourself series and am so happy that so many people liked it!

To Form A New Dynasty 👑

(For Frostyblustar. July 14th. 1 chapter. 21k words. 36 kudos. 14 comments.)

This novella (never intended for it to have that high of a word count - it was supposed to be a simple one shot) is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I had so much fun coming up with the lore of this version of the Danceverses and exploring this dynamic. I loved writing Night Swan and her dynamic with Jack and writing Si’Ha and writing Jack and Wander in this new dynamic and wow I just really enjoyed writing this fic, as stressed as I was about the ridiculously high word count at the time. @frostyblustar’s prompt allowed me to write something I never would have thought of otherwise, and I loved working on it so much! This was also my first time hosting a fic exchange and I’m so happy with how it went and the incredible fics that came of it! Hosting this exchange was a great time and I’m so glad that so many people participated and had a great time!

The Wrong World ✨

(July 19th-Present. 1/9 chapters. 4.8k words. 33 kudos. 10 comments.)

I published the first chapter of this fic shortly before a bunch of things in my personal life erupted into chaos, and it kind of got pushed to the side and more or less forgotten, but I am working on getting back to this fic! This is probably the most comments I’ve ever gotten on a single chapter of a fic and the support for it was overwhelming. I really do love the story I’m telling and am excited to work on it more. This one is special to me, even if it’s been neglected for a while. This is my first non-Lose Yourself series multi chapter fic and I was so happy to know that people were excited about it. Thank you, everyone, for your support on this fic- I promise you that more is coming in the new year!

Gather Near To Us 🎄

(For Doodling_Doodle. December 15th. 1 chapter. 7.8k words. 5 comments.)

Despite being the calmest and fluffiest of all the fics I wrote this year, this one was somehow the most stressful. I agonized over this one and finished it with about eight minutes to spare… yeah, it was rough. Considering I’m not used to writing fluff, I’m not too unhappy with how it turned out, but I wish I’d been able to give it the time and energy it deserved without being distracted by a lot of craziness in my life. Without the adorable prompt from @doodling-doodle, I wouldn’t have stepped out of my comfort zone and tried writing fluff, so I’m very grateful that I had the opportunity to challenge myself with something new. This was also my second time organizing a fic exchange and I’m genuinely so happy to know how many people love these exchanges! I hope to organize more in the new year!

What’s Next…

I can’t promise when anything I’m working on will be completed and ready to publish, but I’m slowly but surely working on…

The rest of The Wrong World

A one shot prequel to the Lose Yourself series

One of the projects I’m most excited about!!! A dark murder mystery featuring Edgar Allan Poe references and buddy cops Brezziana and Discoball! (Don’t expect this one anytime soon, though - even if I finish it soon, I’m planning on posting it throughout October for spooky season.)

A ghost AU??? 👀

One last thank you to everyone who read any of my fics, to everyone who left kudos or a comment, to everyone who reblogged my posts about these silly little fics, to everyone who made posts about these silly little fics, to this entire fandom for welcoming me into it and allowing me to be a part of it. I’m so happy to be here and to have such kind people to share my works with! Happy New Year, everyone!!! 💕✨