#but I do really wanna start something new

[moonstruckme]

hi mae you mentioned new girl au asks and so i have arrived!

i've lived alone most of my adult life and while i'm content pretty much all of the time, there is a specific situation where i've wished i had roommates.

it's those days where i've fucked up at work or a friend is mad at me and I miss the bus and have to wait in the rain without an umbrella, and I get home to a completely empty and cold apartment and just start sobbing as soon as i get through the door. during those days i feel like the most pathetic girl in the world and really just wish i could text my roommates to make extra food or turn on a heated blanket or just like, offer a hug lol.

i would love to see how the marauders would react to their new roommate on a shitty day like that, if you feel like writing it <3

Thank you lovely <3

roommate!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

It’s all you can do to make it inside. Your throat has been tight the entire last two blocks to your building; your eyes start to burn in the elevator, small puddles of rainwater forming beneath your shoes. By the time you’re fitting your key into the lock, you know you won’t make it to your room. You only hope that no one is home to witness your upset. 

Of course, with three flatmates who all have incredibly varying schedules, that is never the case. 

“Hey!” says James, not immediately visible but evidently having heard the door. “Do you wanna come say something to Mr. Palmer? We’re trying to make him believe in ghosts.” 

You look into his room as you pass by. James is lying stomach-down on his bed above a heating vent situated low in the wall. His smile is all mischievous anticipation. When he looks up at your approach, it falters. 

“You alright?” 

“Who’s Mr. Palmer?” you ask. 

“He’s…” James blinks, sitting up. “He lives below us. Hey, are you okay?” 

You shrug pathetically, pressing your lips together as your eyes burn even more furiously. You take a step back, retreating automatically to your room, but James frowns and opens his arms, beckoning you towards him. It’s too tempting an offer to pass up. 

“What happened?” he asks, rubbing your back. He hugs you like you’ve known each other for years, unreserved in his touching. “You’re soaked, babe.” 

You give a little laugh. “I know.” 

“Did you walk in the rain the whole way to your interview?” 

“I got kinda wet on the way there, then bombed it, then missed the bus coming home.” 

James makes a sympathetic noise. “Why didn’t you just get the tube? Or call one of us to come get you?” 

Your heart warms at the thought that one of your flatmates would have left the flat and taken their own public transportation just to bring you home. “My phone died.” 

“Oh.” James rubs your back again. “I’m sorry, babe. That’s tough luck.” 

You sniffle. You feel bad for crying into the shoulder of this boy who you really only met recently, but the hug actually is helping. You feel half as anxious as you had when you came in, though nothing really has changed. James must just give really good hugs. 

You look over your shoulder when you hear footsteps approaching. Like James, the impishness in Sirius’ expression dies when he sees you. “Good god.” He lowers the plastic recorder he’s carrying. “What happened to you? You’re soaked.” 

What is it with these boys and stating the obvious?

“I know,” you say, using the butt of your palm to wipe your face, “thanks.” 

“James, what’ve you done to her?”

“It wasn’t me!” James holds up his hands. “It was the weather. And the TfL.” 

“Well get the poor thing a towel!” Sirius tosses the recorder onto the bed, stalking from the room. “Christ, I have to do everything around here.” 

You eye the recorder. “Why did he bring…?” 

“We were trying to make Mr. Palmer think he’s hearing ghosts,” James explains. “Thought woodwinds might add to the effect. Do you want tea?” 

Tea, you’ve learned, is how your flatmates sometimes refer to dinner. Most of the time this sounds far preferable to you than the actual beverage. 

“I could eat,” you say. 

“Can’t believe you didn’t leave a trail of water from the door,” says Sirius, returning with a towel. “Here.” 

You take it, not keen on admitting how you wrung the moisture from the ends of your hair before entering the building. Too humiliating. 

You allow James to shepherd you into the kitchen, where Remus is busy with something on the stove. His brow creases with concern at the state of you. 

“Hi,” he says. 

“She missed the bus,” James explains succinctly. 

Remus frowns. “Oh, that’s shit. How did your interview go?” 

Your throat contracts all over again. You try to keep your mouth from wobbling. “Not very good,” you say quietly. 

“I’m sure it was better than you thought,” says James. 

Remus hums his agreement. “I’m making pasta. Would you like any?” 

“But I…” You clear your throat, trying not to seem too pathetic. “I didn’t pay for any of the groceries.” 

He tsks. “Don’t worry about that. Would you like some?” 

James nudges you towards a chair beside the one Sirius has already taken. “Um,” you hesitate, “sure, please. Thank you.” 

Sirius smirks. “And people say the English are overly polite.” 

You don’t speak much. You aren’t in a mood for talking, and Sirius and James do well enough to fill the silence anyways. They don’t seem to mind letting you mope, though after a while their chatter does lighten your mood some. They’re just so at home with each other, it’s difficult to be around them and not feel like you’re home too. 

“Thanks,” you murmur when Remus brings you a plate. 

He sets a hand on top of your head, a brief solace. “Don’t mention it.” 

The more familiar you become with English accents, the more distinct Remus’ sounds to you. You can hear it in his vowels sometimes, the way he says news or orange, the soft lilt when you try to help him in the kitchen and he tells you to sit down, love. You wonder if he’s from a different area than James and Sirius. You’ll have to ask him sometime. 

“Can I ask for something ridiculous?” you say. 

Sirius raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re always being some degree of ridiculous,” he drawls, in the sort of tone you’ve only recently learned to recognize as teasing, “so why stop now.” 

“Is it, like, treasonous to ask to have actual tea with your tea?” 

James looks delighted. “You want tea?” 

You squirm, oddly sheepish. “It sounds sort of comforting, I guess.” 

He hops up, kissing the top of your head enthusiastically as he goes for the kettle. “We’ll make a Brit out of you yet.” 

[yup-thats-me]

–the book of answers • P. Seonghwa

ᰔpairing; bf!Seonghwa x gf!reader ᰔsummary; Seonghwa's Book of Answer is really helpful, right? ᰔwarnings; none ᰔa/n; inspired from thst one live where Hwa was answering Atiny's question from that 'magic book' and it was feeding us the anti-delulu pills😭

"My love," Seonghwa beamed pushing the book into his girlfriend's hands. "Ask a question!"

Y/n sighed, putting down her phone. "Babe, not again."

The famous singer has been obsessed with the new book he bought. The Book Of Answers, the name was. And as the name suggests. its a book filled with vaguely helpful quotes, answers if you will.

Since Seonghwa was back from his tour a few weeks back, he had asked the girl to ask him random questions throughout the day and would open the book at random pages; his answer. He did this at least a dozen times a day.

"C'mon!" He pouted. "I'm bored and i wanna spend time with my beautiful girlfriend." Y/n swore his eyes were literally twinkling.

Smiling, she agreed. "Let's start with easy ones, then," She suggested taking the book. "What should we get for dinner? Chinese or Korean"

It will remain unpredictable

"Welp," She giggled. "Not much helpful, is it?"

What a way to make a fool of himself! Seonghwa shook his head, not ready to accept defeat. "Try it again."

This time, with a smirk, Y/n opened the book. "Is my boyfriend cheating on me?"

Maybe

Seonghwa's eyes widened, snatching the book from the girl. "What? Why is the book being so weird today!?"

Y/n, however, was a giggling mess beside the flabbergasted Seonghwa. "It's okay, babe," She managed to say in between laughs. "I trust you."

"Nope, absolutely not," He shook his head. "Hey book! Did my girlfriend take a bath today?"

"Hey!" Y/n protested, feeling betrayed.

Seonghwa grinned opening the book at random but his smile faded.

Be delightfully sure of it

"Its clearly taking sides!"

This was fun. Y/n picked the book again, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Is my fabulous boyfriend secretly a nerd?"

Yes

Bursting out in laughter, the girl fell into Seonghwa's lap. This was way too much fun! Clutching her stomach, she rolled on the bed. "I knew it! You nerd," she laughed. "No wonder you pulled absolutely no bitches back at school."

That was uncalled for! Seonghwa flicked her forehead. "Not true."

"Yeah?" Smirked Y/n. "Prove it. Ask the all might Book Of Answers."

"Alright!" With the newfound courage boost, Seonghwa took the book anew. This time it really will be helpful, right?

"I pulled girls during my schooldays right?"

Related issues may surface

"..."

"I-I give up."

"Alright, alrught," She tried to comfort the heartthrob of the nation. "Lets try again. Something silly!"

"Seonghwa will win against a Jedi?"

Take a chance

"See!" Y/n encouraged the man. "Its not always negative!"

With a weak smile, Seonghwa nodded. He was about to ask something but let Y/n do it. He can't be the only one offended by a book.

"Should i break up with my boyfriend?"

With an apologetic look she read out the answer.

Now you can

Seonghwa was absolutely devastated. "You go! Go, find someone better who this shitty book approves!" He cried.

"A knife to my chest must feel less painful."

Y/n was about to comfort when her phone rang. "Just a minute, babe. Work," She left the room in a hurry.

After laying motionlessly, Seonghwa picked up the book again. "Is she the one?"

It seems assured

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[chrxsprettygirl]

𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄!𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑…

I never thought I would be in this position, on my way for a fucking photo shoot what is my life. I got a call from the triplets manager asking me if I was willing to take some pictures for space camp, hell yea. We arrived to the location I see some of his camera crew outside. I get out my car walking up to them introducing myself, I was informed that everyone was inside so that’s where im headed, as I walk in im greeted by his management team, I shake hands with them. I hear a voice call out to I turn around to see Nick I smile going up to him.

“Nickk hiiii how are you, you look amazing by the way” I greet him, he smiles at me “Hey im doing great thank you”. We initiate some small talk before one of the designers comes up to me telling me where to get changed.

I do as I’m told getting into the outfit been chosen for me and getting my makeup done, this feels surreal being able to do a photo shoot I feel like I’m on a high I would never come done from. I step out onto the set hearing the beautiful sound of laughter and then a hear a voice, one i would always remember, I turn around and I see him, he looks breathtaking as always. I admire him as he talks to Nick, hands in his pocket, smiling something about him is so addicting it’s hard to look away, he turns his head towards me mid conversation and smiles at me I quickly look away as I hear one of the photographers call my name saying they’re ready for me. Im placed on a bed with a few other things such as some cookies, croissants a few books and a few miscellaneous things and the new flavor of lip balms. We take a few shots in the middle and edge of the bed, by the time we’re done my eyes and head hurts from all the loud noise and flashing of the camera, I roll off the bed a few people giving me high fives and praising me “You did great” I hear from behind me I turn around and there he is “Thank you” he lean in for a hug which I gladly return “How are you” we pull away and he rubs the side of my waist “im okay how are you, I haven’t heard from you since our day at the fair” I reply looking at his ocean eyes (I giggled real hard) he sighs “Yeah I know I’m sorry ive just been really busy” I nod in understanding “I’ll make it up to you” I raise an eyebrow “oh yeah? How will you do that?” “How abt we go a drive?” “When?” “Tonight? Or whenever you want, I’ll pick you up we’ll get food and hangout” “ok, tonight” I smile

Later that day…

“STELLA WE LITERALLY ARENT GOING ANYWHERE” I tell her from the bathroom “Yeah but don’t you wanna look cute?” She says skimming through my closet “Yeah but a hoodie and sweats is just fine, I’ll do my hair maybe a little bit of makeup but im not wearing a corset and jeans” she sighs “fine lemme pick something for you” she goes to my dresser picking a pair of gray sweatpants going back to my closet for a shirt and hoodie “ouuuuu how abt thisssss” she holds up a fresh love hoodie I give her a look “hell fucking no.” She huffs putting it back, grabbing a green lounge set (just imagine its green please) she got me for Christmas throwing them at me heading out the room, I start getting ready taking my hair down from its bun fixing some of the curls, when she comes back wit a pair of Birkenstocks and socks in her hands “thank you” she nods handing them to me “you look pretty, if he’s not gonna date you I will” she states I laugh thanking her. I turn around flopping onto the bed with her and we talk for a couple minutes before my phone rings she grabs it “it’s himmmmm” “your ridiculous answer and tell him I’m on my way out” i get going back to the bathroom as I hear her talking to Chris in the phone I pick up a body spray spraying it all over, fixing my hair one more time “OMG HES YOUR SCREENSAVER?” She runs in showing me my phone, I grab it from her “Shut up” she giggles “Cmon it’s a cute picture, you need a bag?” I tell her to just give me my wallet, she leaves grabbing it then going out the room “Where are you going?” I followed her to her room to see her grabbing a condom from her bedside table and shoving it inside the wallet “Your a fucking idiot” I grab it with my keys leaving the dorm going down to the parking lot.

AN: next one is not going to be them hanging out it’s gonna be after bc im too fucking lazy sorry

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[belovedhoon]

Movie Star

fandom: nct dream paring: jaemin x f! reader wc: 1.4k genre: smut

A/N: second installment here we goooo! As always, I hope you guys enjoy! <3

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synopsis: you and jaemin star in a different kind of movie…

“I wanna play with you

You wanna play with me?”

You were nervous, you were so nervous. It’s not like you hadn’t done this type of thing before, however, this was a completely different setting…a much more professional setting… You looked over at your husband, Jaemin and he looked as carefree as ever, as if this was totally normal and had no fear whatsoever. That’s just how Jaemin was, though, never afraid to try something new. You wish you could say the same for yourself. Jaemin and you are no strangers to sharing intimate moments with strangers online, but you two always filmed in the privacy of your own home…now both of you would be filmed by a professional crew in a set and not in your own spacious bedroom. As your mind was racing with nerves wracking your body, the producer came up to where you and Jaemin were being styled and brought you out of your thoughts.

“You guys ready to do this?” The producer, who goes by Haechan, said as he approached you. You looked up at him, and Jaemin cooed at how you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“We’re ready, my wife here is a little nervous, however,” Jaemin responded truthfully to Haechan. Haechan nodded in understanding before responding.

“I completely understand, this is a whole different setting than filming in the comfort of your home, but we’ll take care of you, and we can take as many breaks as needed for your comfort, Mrs. Y/N,” Haechan said to you gently. You swallowed thickly before nodding slowly in agreement. The makeup artist finished your makeup shortly after you put on your outfit (if you could call it that). You were wearing a cheerleading outfit, which really was just a teeny tiny skirt and small cropped jersey that said “CHEER” on it. You and Jaemin were to play cheerleader and quarterback for this shoot, which in your opinion was stupidly cliche, but hey, you didn’t come up with it, you were just there to play the role and get paid.

A few moments later, you were on a set that resembled a locker room. As you were taking in your surroundings, your husband Jaemin came up behind you and hugged you from behind and you could feel that he was already semi-hard, and you chuckled when you felt him press up against you.

“You’re already that hard, Jaem?” You asked, laughing softly. He just chuckled darkly before responding.

“I mean, look at you in that tight little skirt…I can’t wait to get my hands on you, or in you rather…” Jaemin said cheekily. You just turned to him slightly with your eyebrow raised before you swatted his hands away when he dropped them to your plump ass and squeezed roughly whilst biting his lip. “You just look so sexy baby…” Jaemin groaned out. You gasped at his tone and turned fully around to him. You looked up into his eyes, and he leaned down, kissing you passionately, causing you to let out a soft moan.

“Alright guys, I love the passion, but let’s save it for the film!” Haechan joked, startling you two as you were caught up in each other. You two pulled away from each other, a blush on your face at the fact that you got caught up in the moment. You two got in place getting ready to start filming. And then Haechan called, “Take one, start!”

“Jaemin, what if we get caught? We’ll be in so much trouble!” You said in character as you looked up at him nervously. Jaemin just smiled and then laughed.

“Then I guess you have to be quiet then, huh, precious?” Jaemin said and then pushed you gently up against the cold locker. You gasped at the feeling of the cool locker on your exposed skin. You nodded slowly and looked up into his pretty sparkling brown eyes. Jaemin leaned down and kissed you gently at first and then bit your bottom lip harshly, causing you to gasp, which he then took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You two made out for a while before Jaemin brought one hand towards your breast and then slipped his hand under your small shirt and grasped your breast, which was bare from wearing nothing under the shirt. He took your nipple between his pointer and thumb fingers and began to massage and pinch your nipple to get a reaction out of you. Spoiler alert, it did, you whimpered out at the feeling of Jaemin playing with your tits.

As Jaemin was tweaking your nipple between his fingers, you dragged your hand slowly down his chest, scratching slightly, causing him to groan out at the feeling. You then brought your hand down to the waistband of his pants before slipping your hand inside to grasp his cock noting that he did not have anything on under his pants and you began to stroke him slowly. Jaemin moans at the feeling of your soft hand on his hardened flesh. Jaemin pulled away from the kiss to glance down at your hand working on his cock from inside his pants and panted at the sight.

“Yeah baby, just like that..” Jaemin groaned out. You moaned at how wrecked he sounded. Jaemin brought his hands to your little skirt and slipped his fingers in them from underneath and began to play with your clit causing you to whine out. “Shh baby…don’t want the whole football team to hear you being a little whore for me do you?” Jaemin said to you in a deep tone. You just groaned at the thought.

“Jaem.. I need your cock…” You whined out again. Jaemin looked up at you with a smirk on his face at your needy tone, but eventually complied. Jaemin pulled his pants down enough so that his cock was freed and so that his pants weren’t in the way. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up smoothly, with your back pressed up against the locker and your legs wrapped around his waist. Jaemin slipped your small shorts that were attached to the skirt to the side and brought his thick tip to tease at your folds. He ran his tip between them from your entrance to your clit before back down to your entrance before pushing in slowly. Jaemin slowly pushed inside you before pausing when he bottomed out to give you time to adjust. You wiggled your hips, and he took that as a cue to start thrusting, and thrusting he did. From the beginning, he kept up a punishing pace, which caused you to cry out, not even being able to think about trying to stay quiet.

Jaemin kept up his rough pace and you were a moaning mess, Jaemin wasn’t doing much better letting out groans of pleasure everytime he felt you clench around his throbbing cock. You could feel your high fastly approaching and warned him by whining out that you were about to cum. Jaemin took that as a signal to bring his hand down to your clit to rub harsh circles on your clit to bring you over the edge. This in turn caused you to reach your orgasm, clenching tightly around Jaemin’s cock, your jucies soaking his hard member. This caused Jaemin’s pace to stutter before he eventually came as well, coating your walls white with his thick release. Jaemin pulled out and a camera quickly zoomed in to where Jaemin’s cum was leaking out of you in steady streams.

“And scene over!” You heard Haechan shout out, causing you to remember where you were. Jaemin placed you down gently and grabbed the rag from the assistant, and started to wipe you down gently.

“You guys did awesome! You two are naturals!” Haechan praised both of you graciously. You just smiled tiredly and leaned into Jaemin’s chest as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you to him.

“Alright, let’s call it a day! We can work on more scenes tomorrow! You two did great! Get some good rest! You’re gonna need it tomorrow!” Haechan said, walking away from the two of you. You looked up at Jaemin and he kissed your forehead, helping you up so that you two could leave to go to your hotel to rest. Maybe this kind of thing wasn’t so bad after all.

[alwerakoo]

''Dream about me''

ROTTMNT Leonardo & Michelangelo - centric Post-krang roadtrip AU, 5k words

After stopping an alien invasion (of the world-ending kind), a road trip across America feels like the most logical next step. A brilliant idea, as far as Mikey is concerned. His siblings still treat him like particularly fragile glass statue, Leo refuses to look at him, and there's a deep knot, constantly tightening somewhere inside of his chest. But the views are nice, at least.

(Art by @nerdy-turtle-enthusiast)

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------ “That's not going to close.”

Donnie, carefully trying to balance a third suitcase on top of two others, leans back to look at April.

“Maybe it would, if one of you actually tried to help.”

Raph and April, both equally invested in the task of trying to look busy, quickly avoid his gaze.

He's not looking at Leo, because it would probably cause him to say something like: 'You think this is a three-arm job?', which would make Donnie's face turn into that deeply and unexpectedly sad expression, which would make Leo feel so guilty he's shaking with it, and it's just a little too early for all that.

“You're doing great,” Mikey says, just to be encouraging.

He's not really doing anything either, but Donnie doesn't look at him.

He was supposed to paint the side of the minibus because he said he would, but the brush felt frail in his soft grip, the lines coming out shaky and uneven, and then he knocked over the paint bucket and almost started crying.

He's sat on the floor now, with a fresh, bright orange stain on the concrete next to his feet, a few ugly scribbles on the car, and a deep knot in his gut.

Which is stupid, really, because that's what he wanted to do, and getting upset over it makes him feel like an inconsolable child.

“Do we really need all this?” Leo asks.

The fact that he's responsible for at least half of their luggage seems to escape his mind at the moment.

“If we run out of food,” Donnie takes a slow step back, like he's trying not to startle the game of Tetris he created out of their bags, “we're eating you first.”

“We're not going to run out.” Leo rolls his eyes, rocking on his feet. “You know, there's this thing called 'grocery stores'? You go in there and you can exchange money for items. Crazy things that humans come up with.”

Donnie looks at him.

“Are you being annoying on purpose?”

Leo huffs, like he's taking great offense to that, but doesn't say anything else.

Mikey's not sure which of them is right. He's never been on a road trip before.

The idea was sudden and spontaneous, like a spark that quickly turned into a blaze, until it was all any of them could think about.

“I want to get out of here,” April said one evening, lying flat on the couch, her legs thrown over the armrest. “I feel like I'm going crazy.”

And that was that.

By the next Monday, Leo had drawn out a thin line in red ink over a map, cutting the country in half. On Tuesday, Mikey spend excruciating hours convincing their father that they were well equipped to deal with far worse dangers than dehydration, high gas prices, and white vans full of potential kidnappers. On Wednesday, Raph came home carrying every tourist guide he was able to hold in his arms, which was a lot.

By the next Sunday, Donnie had the car ready.

A minibus, to be precise. It was a new and shiny thing, with rows of seats, sliding doors, tinted windows and many other possibly illegal modifications. Mikey was also almost certain none of the steps his brother took in order to obtain it were quite lawful, but his excitement quickly outweighed his already brittle moral compass.

He wonders, now, if with a bit more of a foresight, Donnie would've opted for something with a bigger trunk.

Carefully, Donnie pushes the back door of the car closed.

Inside, their suitcases rattle to the floor.

He sighs, resting his forehead against the metal.

“Hey, Leo,” Mikey tries, pushing himself upwards. He's already feeling restless. “Wanna help me make lunch?”

He doesn't need help, and if he does – he doesn't want it.

But he wants Leo, the opportunity to talk to him.

“Nah, I'll help Donnie here before he pops a vein. But Raph has been reading the same page for twenty minutes now, so I'm sure he'd be happy to help.”

Quickly, Raph closes the little booklet in his hands, cheeks pink.

Leo turns to smile at Mikey, almost on instinct.

But then his gaze falls on the car, his face drops, and he turns around awkwardly, like he's not sure what to do with himself for a moment.

Mikey wants to grab and shake him until he finally tells him what's wrong.

He thinks they might be fighting, which is strange, because he has no idea why they would be.

It took him a moment to realize it at first.

The first few weeks after the Krang were spent on mending old wounds, ripping out new ones, and it felt like years and years of things held back, never spoken out loud, spilling out all at once.

Mikey can recall the one time Leo found him making pancakes at four in the morning. Or attempting to, because his hands started to bleed again, and Leo held his wrist in place under the faucet, washing his palms with cold water and screaming himself hoarse.

And then Leo yelled: 'Are you trying to hurt yourself or are you really this dumb?', and suddenly Mikey felt like it wasn't about the pancakes at all.

But it's been three months since then, and there's no longer any doubt in his mind.

Leo is avoiding him.

It's confusing and it hurts, and it feels like he just woke up to find half of the walls in his house missing. And the worst part is just that:

He doesn't know why.

“Okay,” he says, all casual, because if Leo can lie, so can he.

He watches Leo forget himself for a moment, bringing his palm to his stomach like he wants to rub his hands together. Then he freezes, just for a moment, before letting his arm fall.

Mikey stands, giving his brother one final look.

Leo can't run forever, but he knows him too well to think he won't try.

It's a good thing Mikey isn't anything but stubborn.

***

America from a passenger window, as Mikey finds out over the next few days, is a lot bigger than he expected.

It's miles and miles of fields, and forests, and fields again, and he watches all of it roll pass with the sort of squashed amazement, like he can't quite believe it's real until they stop for a break, and he can take a breath, cities and villages, and trees, and lonely gas stations stretching out before him.

Mikey managed to convince Draxum to let them borrow his old cloaking brooches, and they quickly make great use of them, stopping at every monument and museum any of them finds mildly interesting (which in Leo's case includes not one, but two ''world's largest balls of yarn'').

But Mikey's favorite moments are the nights.

They sleep on the sides of the road, in the woods, in front of someone's field; in small tents with the occasional bonfire to keep them company, away from the busiest roads and civilization.

Just a few years ago, the thought of sleeping on hard, cold ground probably would’ve made all of his siblings wince in vague disgust. But they've grown tougher over the years, rougher around the edges, and he can't decide if it's a good, or a bad thing.

The days are hot, and the cold of the night feels soothing, and Mikey spends hours with his head tilted back, watching the stars, to then promptly pass out in his seat as soon as they start up again.

“Lucky bastard,” Donnie tells him one morning, yawning. “You get to be a passenger princess.”

Mikey, one of the two passengers not allowed behind the wheel, leans out of his seat to look at Donnie in the rear-view mirror.

“I wouldn’t be, if someone agreed to teach me how to drive.”

Donnie frowns, wrinkling his snout in a funny way.

“Let you drive my cars? I don't think so.”

Mikey doesn't even take it for anything other than a joke until Donnie's eyes widen suddenly, real panic quickly flooding his face.

“I mean, not like I think you'd be a bad driver!” He turns around to look at him. “It's not because of the- It's- I was just joking.”

“Dee, eyes on the road,” April says quickly, making a weird gesture like she wants to lean over and grab the wheel herself. She always seems a little on the edge when Donnie's driving, and no one can really blame her for it.

Donnie turns back with a quiet swear under his breath.

Behind him, Leo and Raph exchange silent looks. They all fall quiet for a moment, like they're expecting Mikey to flip out, and really, that makes him want to do just that.

Instead, he says:

“It's fine. I didn't assume you meant it that way.”

He probably shouldn’t feel too offended, even if Donnie did mean it in that way. He doesn't think he'd be able to keep the wheel straight anymore.

“Hey,” Leo says suddenly. He's holding a map Mikey didn't notice him grabbing. “There's another yarn ball, like, five miles from here.”

Raph quickly grabs at the map.

“No way.”

“I'm telling, you, man. There are so many.”

“They can't all be world's biggest,” April says from her seat next to the driver. “You think they just keep building new ones every once in a while?”

Leo's good at this. At turning everyone’s attention so effortlessly, so quickly, it's hard to even realize it at times.

Mikey watches him for a moment, trying to catch his gaze.

It never happens.

***

One day, when April's 'no radio until I've had my coffee' rule keeps them all quiet for the good chunk of the morning, Mikey pulls out his sketchbook.

He hasn't touched it in a while, and the thought of doing so now feels heavy. But the road is quiet, the view behind the window nothing but grass and flat ground, and he feels warm.

It's not until he opens up the sketchbook, pencil gripped in one hand, that he feels Raph lean forward, looking over the back of his seat.

Mikey can't see his face, but he can feel the way Raph's fingers tense on the material, the slow exhale that escapes him.

Mikey feels his jaw clench, his jagged nerves already flaring up.

“I'm fine,” he states, before his brother has a chance to say anything.

He feels like his whole life is now revolving around those words.

Yes, I'm fine. No, I don't need help. Yes, I can do this on my own. Over and over again.

Mikey clenches his pencil a little tighter, the contrast of the white pages and his black compression gloves stark.

Raph makes a face, like he begs to differ, but is not sure if he's ready for that fight.

“Are you sure?” He asks despite it. “Raph doesn't want you to-”

“Raph.” Mikey turns in his seat, pushing against his seatbelt to look at him better. “I'll be fine.”

He knows that his stare tends to be intense at best and intimidating at worse. Luckily for him, that is exactly the reaction he's currently seeking.

“I know,” Raph placates. “I thought-”

He doesn't really finish. His mouth draws into a thin line, a vague hum rising in the back of his throat.

“Hey, Big Guy,” Leo says suddenly from his seat in the front (it's his third time in a row winning the paper-rock-scissors for it, and Mikey starts to suspect he's cheating, somehow). “It's okay. Leave him be.”

Raph gives him a look, one that only older brothers seem to be able to understand, until he finally sighs, falling back against his seat.

“Alright, alright, sorry.”

A flash of familiarity washes over Mikey.

In many ways, Leo's always been like this.

First to laugh, first to say 'I told you so', first to back him up, first to defend him, even when Mikey was elbows deep in teenage rebellion and barely gave him any ground to stand on.

He was funny, the coolest person ever, larger than life and it made Mikey's chest swell with pride to say: ''This is my big brother and he's my best friend''.

Leo turns to him, cheek rested against the headrest, sending him a conspiratorial smile. Then his gaze drops slightly to the sketchbook thrown over Mikey's lap.

His expression wavers, something complicated showing in his eyes, until it all collapses. He turns back, eyes on the road.

Mikey clenches his jaw, feeling his own smile fade.

***

Mikey falls in love with roadside dinners – head over heels.

The food is mediocre at best and beyond vile at worse, the floor always feels sicky, and the tables seem dirty even when he watches the waitress wipe them down.

But there's something about it.

About walking in, their cloaking brooches pined to their shirts, and piling into a booth. About laughing, arguing about the menu and anything else that comes to mind. About making everyone at the dinner give them a dirty look, because they're being obnoxious and they're being teenagers.

Moments like that make Mikey feel whole again. Better, even.

Infinite.

Like they're just normal kids on a trip to catch last breaths of freedom before college, and they're young and unburdened, they have nothing to be afraid of, and things like 'death' simply don't happen to people like them.

“I'm getting the eggs,” Raph announces finally, putting down his menu.

“How many portions? Six?” April teases.

It sounds like she's joking, but Raph seems to actually be considering that option, humming softly.

Mikey turns to look out the big window. Kansas is nothing but fields and grass, and he watches the few lonely trees sway in the wind.

Absentmindedly he rubs his hands together.

They feel dry and achy today, like something's pushing at the tight skin from underneath. It feels weird with so many fingers. He's not going to let that ruin his day.

“How come they don't have vanilla milkshakes?” Donnie huffs, turning the menu over again. “That's, like, the most basic option.”

No one questions him on why he wants a milkshake for breakfast, because he will be driving later, and having him behind the wheel in a bad mood feels like a death wish.

“How dare they,” Leo says, in that tone of his where they can never tell if he's joking or not.

The waitress, previously busy with trying to start the coffee machine (seemingly by punching it several times), finally walks up to them.

She's looking down at her notepad, and there's a vague, practiced smile on her lips. She's around their dad's age, maybe with kids of her own, because she doesn't seem all that bothered by all the noise and chaos they've been causing.

When she's standing in front of their table, she finally looks up.

“Hey, what can I-”

She goes quiet, all of the sudden.

Her eyes sweep over all of them, her mouth slightly open, like the words she's been speaking every day for so long have suddenly escaped her mind.

And this is Mikey's least favorite moment.

The moment the illusion breaks.

Because they're not normal kids, they're here because their whole world fell apart just a few months ago, and there's nothing any of them can do to change that.

Her eyes go from Raph’s eyepatch, to the scars covering April's and Donnie's faces and arms, to Mikey's palms, finally landing on the left sleeve of Leo's hoodie.

“Oh,” she says, quietly.

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Leo wouldn’t sit next to Mikey, which hurt, but it means he can see his face now, the way his expression folds in on itself, until there's nothing left but a blank slate. It's hard to tell when he barely looks like himself.

Mikey aches.

Donnie clears his throat, loudly and only a bit rudely. Carefully, he raises one eyebrow.

“Oh!” The waitress blinks, suddenly flustered. “I'm sorry, I just- I'm sorry.” She looks to the side, embarrassed. “What can I get for you?”

By the time they get their food, it all slowly rolls back to normal.

Leo's smiling and joking along, and if there's a slight downturn to his lip – they all pretend to not notice.

He finishes his portion faster than Raph, which is almost absurd, and Mikey quickly gets the feeling they'll be stopping again very soon for him to vomit it all back on the side of the road.

“I'll wait in the car, okay?” Leo says, pushing back his empty plate.

He doesn't wait for a replay, grabbing his jacket and exiting the dinner like it burned him.

Mikey watches him go.

“He just needs a moment,” Donnie says, following his brother to the car with his gaze through the window. “He'll be fine.”

Mikey wonders then, if any of them noticed what’s happening between him and Leo.

He tells himself no, because that is what he hopes for.

But that's another lie, probably.

***

They're stopped at some forgotten rest stop, and it's a quiet evening, the setting sun covering the horizon in a pink hue. It's the sort of view that makes Mikey want to step away for a moment and just watch, because there's only so much family time one can manage in one day.

He's not the only one.

He finds Leo sat on one of the covered benches, his back pressed against the plexiglass. The left sleeve of his hoodie was trimmed, and he's playing with a loose thread, eyes fixated on something in the distance.

There's a nervous feeling in Mikey's guts, like all the butterflies turned into a mush and he might throw up at any moment.

But it's a chance he has to take.

“That's coming undone,” he says, chin pointing to his sleeve.

Leo blinks slowly, turning to him, like he needs to take a moment to fully digest his words.

“Oh,” he says. “Yeah.”

“Want me to fix it for you?”

He's not sure why he says it, because it was Dad who spent hours carefully altering every piece of clothing Leo owns. But he needs to say something.

“It's fine.”

They stay in silence for a moment, and Mikey turns his eyes to the horizon.

“What's so interesting out there?” He asks, not expecting to get a real answer.

Leo opens his mouth, stops for a moment.

“I don't... Know,” he says, but it sounds different.

Because he's been different since the Krang, and all of them know this by now.

He's quiet at the most unexpected of moments, distant and hazy, like your hand would go right through if you tried to reach him.

He smiles and laughs but it's not the same, like a speaker that's been dropped one too many time – everything sounds just slightly pitched.

Mikey wonders where he goes when he disappears like this.

“Gotta remind myself the world isn't all gray,” Leo says, suddenly. “Not like...”

He stops.

He blinks, looking at Mikey once again, and there's a strange expression, like he just realized who he's speaking to.

“Like what?”

“Like New York on a cloudy day,” Leo says, an easy smile fixed onto his face. “Come on, let's get back to the car.”

Mikey wants to scream.

Because they used to tell each other things like this, and Leo knows he knows, and he can't figure out why he's being lied to. Why his brother won't talk to him.

If he's trying to protect him in some misguided, backwards way, he's being a fool. If he thinks Mikey can't hear the way he wakes up some nights with a gasp, a silent scream still lingering on his lips. If he thinks Mikey doesn't notice the way he rubs at his chest sometimes, like he can still feel a linger of old pain there. If he thinks Mikey never notices the way he goes silent at the sight of red lights, static behind his eyes.

If he thinks Mikey doesn't have nightmares of his own.

Leo stands and Mikey wants to cling to him.

He wants to grab at his arms and dig in his claws and scream at him until Leo tells him what he's done wrong. Why he doesn't want to be his friend anymore.

He doesn't, and Leo pats at his arm as he passes him.

***

Utah steals Mikey's heart in all possible ways.

It's all red sand and dry land, cold night and the echo of something old and bigger than him in the wind, and stars that look back when he tilts his head up.

They camp further away from the road, where it feels like they're the only people left on the entire earth, and all of this, every moon, every rock, every breeze, is just for them.

They set up a small campfire inside an old metal barrel and sit around it for hours, swaddled in blankets and hoodies, and sweats, because the chill is calming, but unforgiving.

Mikey wears three layers at any given moment, curls up close to Raph in his sleep, and wishes the sun would never raise up again.

He wakes up one night, the sun still far behind the horizon, and there's a small rustle outside of his tent.

He doesn't stir at first, because his general aversion to anything horror related made his mind less likely to jump to axe murders and ghosts at the first opportunity.

But the sudden familiar footsteps make him frown, and he sits up. It's a full moon, and he watches Leo's shadow pass his and Raph's tent, his movements quiet but not silent.

Slowly, Mikey rises to his knees.

By the time he manages to pull on all of his clothes and crawl out of the tent without waking up his brother, Leo's already by the car, leaning against the hood, ankles crosses.

He's wrapped in jackets and hoodies, and they almost hide the way he flinches when he finally spots Mikey out of the corner of his eye. Almost.

“Hey. Why are you awake?”

Leo looks at him for a moment, then he squints slightly, like he's trying to hide a different expression.

“Why are you?”

Mikey considers telling him the truth but then doesn't.

“I had a nightmare.”

He feels bad lying when he doesn't need to, but it's worth it for how quickly Leo's face softens. It's half a truth away. He woke up this morning with cold sweat running down his back.

“Oh. Sorry.” Leo's quiet for a moment. Then, a little shyly: “Me too.”

It's a start, a small crack between the door and the frame, and Mikey throws himself to shove his foot into it.

“What was your about?” He asks.

Maybe it's a little too forward, because Leo doesn't answer him. He stares up at the night sky.

He's holding onto what's left of his left arm awkwardly, clenching and unclenching his fingers, like he's trying to soothe it over the layers of clothes.

Mikey's gaze lands on the side of the car, on the ugly smudges of paint he left on it, before quickly deciding he doesn't want to look at it any longer.

He walks up, sliding on the hood next to his brother.

“I've never seen a sky like this,” Leo confesses.

Mikey follows his gaze up, up, up.

“Yeah.”

“Not in New York.”

He says the last part oddly, and Mikey can't decide if it's homesickness, or the exact opposite. He looks down, watching Leo move his fingers again.

“Does that hurt?” He asks, pointing to his side with his chin.

“Not really,” Leo answers far too quickly, dropping his hand.

But Mikey knows he's lying.

There's some real elegance to the way Leo lies, like watching an expert work their craft. Would've fooled anyone else. Maybe even Mikey, just a few months ago.

But he sees the slight downturn to Leo's mouth, the way his jaw shifts in place, the way his chest staggers for a moment with every breath.

He's hiding pain, and it's the kind of pain Mikey knows all too well now.

“My hands hurt, too. Sometimes.” He stretches his arms, the scars on his shaky palms stark in the dim light.

He's trying to encourage vulnerability, but it must be the wrong thing to say, because his brother's mouth turns into a thin line, and he looks away.

His hand rests on the hood, like he's ready to push himself forward and run at any moment, and something in Mikey snaps.

“Are you mad at me?” He barks, finally.

Leo blinks, turning to him again. He seems slightly panicked, like that was the last thing he expected Mikey to say. Mikey would feel bad, if he wasn't so damn angry.

“What? No.”

He sounds honest. More than usual anyway. Mikey wants to believe him.

“You're being so weird around me.” He wraps a loose string from the edge of his hoodie around his finger. He doesn't pull it loose, because that would hurt more than it's worth. “I don't know what I did.”

Leo watches his hands, like he can't bear to look him in the eye.

“Nothing,” he says. “You've done nothing.”

Mikey bristles.

“Stop lying to me, that's so annoying.” He pushes his hands inside his pockets, and that finally makes Leo meet his gaze. “I feel like you hate me. I know you don't, but it feels like that, and I don't know why.”

It's all been brewing in him for longer than he realized.

It feels unfair.

He knows he's not entitled to Leo's attention, to his love, but it feels like he is, and he's past the point of caring about all the different ways in which that makes him selfish.

“I don't- Mikey.”

He says his name like Mikey just hurt him so deeply he's lost for words.

“Just tell me what's wrong,” he pleads. “Please.”

You're not alone, he wants to say. I want to be friends again.

I miss you.

Finally, Leo sighs, and it's like the breaking of a dam, his eyes suddenly glossy and wet in the moonlight.

“Mikey,” he says. “I ruined your life.”

That makes Mikey pause. All of it – his anger, sadness, bitterness – coming to a stop.

“What?” He asks, mostly for the lack of anything better to say.

And, because, really: what?

“I know you can't do art anymore.” Leo pushes himself away from the car, pacing nervously, counting down the fingers of his one hand. “I know you struggle at training. There are eggshells in everything you cook now and I-” He stops, taking a deep breath. “It's all because I did something stupid, and you had to save my ass.”

Mikey stares at him.

He stares and stares for what feels like hours, until he finally feels his voice return to him.

“Are you being deadass right now?”

There's the start of a laugh in his voice, but Leo must realize he doesn't find any of this funny, because his face remains appropriately miserable.

“I'm sorry.”

“Leo.” For a moment, Mikey wants to walk up to him. But then he doesn't, taking a breath. “If you ever thought, even for a second, that I wouldn't die for you, you were wrong.”

Leo laughs, a hollow and hysterical thing.

“Angelo,” he says, like he doesn't really believe he's being serious.

But he is.

He'd die for all of them, his whole family, over and over again.

“Master Michelangelo died opening that portal,” Casey told him months ago.

And Mikey thought: 'Yes. I would.'

He steps forward.

“You're right. You did a stupid thing. Because you're stupid and brave, and you always want to save everyone.” He walks up closer, taking one hand out his pocket to point it at Leo's chest. “And I saved your ass, because I love you.”

Leo's face softens, a small frown forming between his eyes.

“I wish you...” For a moment, Mikey thinks he might say: 'hadn't' and almost punches him square in the face for it. “I wish you wouldn't have to.”

“Me too,” he says, honestly. “But this isn't your fault. I knew what I was doing. Sort of.”

He doesn't want to say the last part out loud, but if he's being honest, he might as well go all out.

“I- Okay.”

Leo doesn't seem too sure, but it sounds like he's been holding all of this back a lot for a long, long time.

“You saved me too, you know?” Mikey asks. Leo looks at him like he didn't know that, and that's so absurd it almost makes him laugh for real. “You saved the entire world, idiot. And it-”

“Costed me an arm and a leg?” Leo smiles, all wobbly and unsure, and Mikey giggles, honestly.

“Exactly.”

“I was scared,” Leo says, “that you were going to hate me for it. I wouldn't blame you if you did. But I didn't want to see it.”

It's like weight off his shoulders, like finally digging far enough to notice the root of the problem. Even if he doesn't know quite what to do with it - he can see it now, and that makes everything click into place. “I won't.” Mikey holds out his hand, pinky pointed out. “Promise.”

Leo wraps their fingers together, shaking their hands a little.

“Yeah. Okay.”

And for a moment, it feels like they're kids again, sharing secrets and promises in fortresses made of blankets.

Leo lets their hands drop.

“Gosh!” Mikey tilts his head back with an exaggerated sigh. “I can't believe you got me so worried over something so stupid.”

“Sorry,” Leo says, and it sounds like he's only half joking.

He holds out his arm, fingers flexing.

And Mikey doesn't hesitate to reach forward, wrapping his arms around his brother’s shoulders.

Leo holds him like he's a lifeline, like he's afraid one of them will disappear if he lets go.

“Are you going to stop avoiding me now?” Mikey asks.

He meant for it to come out as a joke, but Leo's voice sounds dangerously shaky when he responds:

“Yes. I'm sorry.”

Mikey just holds him tighter.

He doesn't think this fixes everything. He doesn't think this fixes much at all, all things considered.

But the deep knot inside his gut is gone, and when he wakes up tomorrow – his home will feel whole again. That's all he wants for now, really.

They can deal with the rest later.

Step by step.

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Kintypes? Silver Ice Dragon

What do you prefer to call yourself (therian, otherkin, nonhuman, etc) A dragon. I call myself otherkin simply because it describes my experience, but I don't really like labels. Nonhuman works to describe me as well.

How did you find out you were alterhuman? I've always felt different. It just took a bit of soul searching. That and I made a dragon OC and realized I was getting a little too hyped at the idea of being that character instead.

Favorite kintype? Dragon is my only Kintype.

Most recent kintype? Dragon. For a bit over a year now.

Least favorite kintype? None. :)

What are your reasonings for being alterhuman? When I was pretending to just be human, it always felt like something was missing. This is that missing piece that makes my life make sense.

Do you wear gear? If so, what kind? Nope. Would love to get some gloves with a scale pattern on them, though.

Any advice to new alterhumans? Controversial, but… Don't come out? Unless it's someone you know for SURE you can trust. Your parents don't really need to know, nor do your classmates or teachers. The world isn't ready for us just yet. You'll find out more about yourself if you keep this as a personal journey of self discovery anyways.

What're some things you do to affirm your kintypes? I don't really do specific things... Does drawing art of my dragon form count? TBH I'd be down for more suggestions on dragon things to do but I don't always feel the need to "affirm" my kintype. I know it's me.

Strangest thing you do to affirm your kintypes? I write my diary in draconic letters instead of English.

What are your goals to affirm your kintypes? Get strong! I won't ever have the strength of a dragon, but getting into better shape as a human would help a LOT. I've already started by running a mile almost every day... I need to start training my core strength next. Also, a dragon scale tattoo would be awesome.

Do you do quads? Nope.

Funniest way you found out a kintype? Cries in only one kintype

How does being alterhuman affect your day to day life? I can ALWAYS feel my phantom wings... So sitting in chairs is hard.

Does being alterhuman affect your religious beliefs? Not really. I already believed in souls and astral projection. Knowing I have the soul of a dragon just fits my beliefs.

Do your mental illnesses affect your view of your alterhumanness? Yeah, I mean. Autism is a huge part of all this, obvs. I have social issues that contributed to me feeling different in the first place. It works though, whenever something happens where I have trouble speaking, it just feels like a cultural/language barrier between dragons and humans, instead of just regular old social anxiety. Kind of took away a bit of the shame I had for being socially awkward.

Does being alterhuman affect your gender? I care a bit less about gender when I imagine myself as a full dragon. But I still care about being a pretty lady in human form.

What is your favorite thing about being alterhuman There's magic in the world. We live in a world with dragons and fairies and werewolves. That fact alone is awesome. But it's also really fun just going about life knowing "hehe nobody knows I'm actually a dragon 😈"

What is your least favorite thing about being alterhuman I feel like "species dysphoria" is a bit of a dramatic term for it, but god DAMN I really hate that I can't just be a real dragon. I wanna fly!!!!

There we go :) Also yea I'm cool with asks I guess EDIT: Formatting

Alterhuman questions

Kintypes?

What do you prefer to call yourself (therian, otherkin, nonhuman, etc)

How did you find out you were alterhuman?

Favorite kintype?

Most recent kintype?

Least favorite kintype?

What are your reasonings for being alterhuman?

Do you wear gear? If so, what kind?

Any advice to new alterhumans?

What're some things you do to affirm your kintypes?

Strangest thing you do to affirm your kintypes?

What are your goals to affirm your kintypes?

Do you do quads?

Funniest way you found out a kintype?

How does being alterhuman affect your day to day life?

Does being alterhuman affect your religious beliefs?

Do your mental illnesses affect your view of your alterhumanness?

Does being alterhuman affect your gender?

What is your favorite thing about being alterhuman

What is your least favorite thing about being alterhuman

PS. I know not everyone resonates with the word kintype and I'm sorry for using it I just didn't know what other word to use

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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: March 29

2019

you put the sweat in sweater... [david/patrick, M, 1,300] by @startswithhope

This is just a little missing scene from "The Roast" set after the dance rehearsal and before David is back at the motel. I needed to explore the many reasons he reacted so positively to seeing Patrick dance... (really mild M here folks) And please forgive the title, I was SO stuck.

2020

Breakfast Can Wait [david/patrick, E, 1,856] by @schittposting

David wraps his arms around Patrick from behind and starts kissing his way up Patrick’s neck, starting at the collar of his t-shirt and heading toward that spot behind his ear that makes Patrick squirm. “David,” Patrick says, “I can’t concentrate when you’re doing that.” “Do you know how sexy you are when you make me breakfast?” David says into Patrick’s ear, following his words with his tongue and sucking Patrick’s earlobe into his mouth. “Okay, if you keep doing that, this pancake is gonna get burned,” he says, flipping it. Patrick's making pancakes for breakfast. David has other ideas.

Dreaming of an Easy Waking Up [david/patrick, G, 2,300] by ryry_peaches

Patrick and David have been misunderstanding each other, and they finally hash out all their anger and insecurities. - Patrick just stands with his back to the door, and he looks so sad that David doesn't know what to do — he only has a vague idea of why Patrick is angry, or sad, or — whatever he is; David doesn't have enough context to tell. He looks at David, and they're standing far enough apart that he doesn't have to look up to look David in the eye. "I'm not going to New York, David." His voice is thick in the way it only gets when he's upset.

kaleidoscope eyes [patrick & stevie, G, 1,762] by @landofsonlali

patrick and stevie have a conversation following the rosebud motel team's trip to NY.

Touch Me [david/patrick, T, 4,244] by MoreHuman

If David had asked out of jealousy or insecurity or even just a misplaced desire to mend the big closeted hole in Patrick’s past, he would be more than happy to ignore it, let it drop, as requested. But that’s not why David asked. He asked because he’s curious. Because Patrick has an experience with sex that David Rose, his gloriously queer boyfriend who’s had every kind of sex there is, doesn’t understand but wants to. And that’s. Well. That’s not something he’ll forget. That’s an opportunity. That’s a question he’s going to answer.

Trouble in a Skort [david/patrick, E, 1,068] by ryry_peaches

Patrick tries to have a fun time with David in his Rick Owens slit skirt, and it...does not go as planned.

2021

About Last Night [david/patrick, G, 3,049] by @madlori

Patrick and David process their first night together, largely via text.

Always Been Ours [johnny/moira, G, 4,971] by Picajc

The Roses have considered Stevie part of the family for quite some time. What will she say to legally becoming a Rose?

Burn Out the Night [david/patrick, G, 2,825] by @madlori

Patrick's a firefighter and David's a city engineer. They don't get along. Send tweet.

Ease My Mind [david/patrick, E, 31,793] by @goodiecornbread

You came out of nowhere And you cut through all the noise I make sense of the madness When I listen to your voice-'Ease by Mind' by Ben Platt -+-+-+- David is the "Brand Manager" of the Music Barn record store in Elmdale. Wendy's nephew, Patrick, comes to stay for the summer, and his only goal seems to be making David's life miserable. What is with this guy and his guitar?!

I Wanna Drive Through The Forest Inside of Your Head [david/patrick, NR, 2,021] by sunonyourskin

David was asking him to trust him, to let David in and let David know him. Truly know him. No more half stories. No more “there’s nothing much to tell”. No more secrets. Not again. ---------- An introspective piece, looking at the conversation where Patrick finally tells David all about Rachel. The second part of "The Moments In Between" series.

I'll Clear Closet Space For You [david/patrick, G, 11,306] by SoonerOrLater

Patrick moves into his apartment, David helps by clearing out his wardrobe and testing out the bed. Marcy helps by sending Patrick bits of home. Both of them realise they've lost a few things and gained a lot more.

I'll Come But Never Stay [david/patrick, E, 5,261] by @floosilver8

And I like the way you taste Some liquor and a chaser Flavor of forever just For the night... I'm obsessive with the chase I'll come but never stay so Turn me on and up Just like radio...

I'm looking through your eyes [david/patrick, E, 1,541] by @kiwiana-writes

Which is why the small silver bar in his eyebrow is so incongruous; it doesn’t fit with the rest of the image the guy (Patrick, his name is Patrick, David is really going to have to get better at remembering names so he doesn’t offend a vendor) is putting forward. It’s not like David’s never seen a piercing before. Hell, there was that brief regrettable period where Sebastien convinced him to get a tongue piercing. Still, this particular piercing captures David’s attention entirely without his permission.Or, the night at Stevie's where literally everything's the same except for the presence of a piercing or two.

Iceland [david & stevie, G, 300] by Rosey_Peach

ostinato [david/patrick, T, 4,531] by @grapehyasynth

ostinato, noun, from italian for "stubborn" - a pattern of notes, rhythms or movements that persistently repeats in a piece of music or David is good at music. Like, really good. And Patrick doesn't understand why he's only just finding this out.

Patrick Tries Spontaneity [david/patrick, G, 1,376] by th3d3adboy

David goes back to New York to visit Alexis and Patrick makes a questionable choice.

Těší mě [david/patrick, T, 1,113] by @grapehyasynth

Patrick is going to strangle his hostel roommate while he sleeps. Or something less violent. He’s going to report him to the Czech tourism board. He’s going to leave him a strongly worded note on his way out. He’ll definitely glare.

we can talk whenever you'd like [david/patrick, G, 362] by budd

Following their first kiss, Patrick texts David to have a conversation about labels and what their newly realized attraction for one another means for their relationship.

worth this mess [david/patrick, T, 3,631] by @5ambreakdown

Patrick hasn’t responded to a single text, a single phone call, in two days. Not even the eight stoned voicemails David left on accident after some misguided therapy from Stevie drew a reaction. And this is after the three days of space David gave him, so, really, he’s gone through five days without word from his boyfriend and he’s really, really starting to worry. They’ve had fights before - of course they have. Little spats because they’re both too stubborn and opinionated for their own good, but ultimately it’s only a few hours - maybe a day, if it’s really bad - spent pouting and wallowing and complaining to the nearest person before they realize they’re both idiots. And then they’re fine. They’ll make up, some tears will be shed (David), mistakes will be overly apologized for (Patrick), and love will be reassured and reaffirmed (both of them). That hasn’t happened yet. or, david and patrick have a fight, so david resorts to a dramatic (if a little disruptive) romcom-esque gesture to get back in his good graces.

2022

[Filk] + [Vid] Stockroom Nights [david/patrick, G] by @n0connections

Summer loving had me a blast Summer loving happened so fast I Met a guy cute as can be I met a boy who’s business savvy

An animated filk set to the Grease song Summer Nights.

[Podfic] (a long time ago) we used to be friends [david/patrick, T, podfic] by Amanita_Fierce

David gets ready for school, already concocting a plan. He is not going to pass yet another birthday with only his romcoms and Patrick (and Patrick’s empathetic eyes) to mark the event of his 13th birthday. A remix AU of 13 going on 30. Podfic of (a long time ago) we used to be friends by rockinhamburger.

36 Questions [david/patrick, T, 12,191] by @tyfinn

Can you fall in love with someone after answering these 36 questions? or David meets Patrick after signing up for a research study.

In Your Heart [david/patrick, M, 4,362] by NeverGoWithAHippy

Patrick falls into a fitful sleep stressed about his job, his fiancé Rachel, and his prospects for the future- just like he does almost every other night. When he wakes up with a pounding headache in a room he isn't quite familiar with, he isn't sure what to make of it. He isn't sure where Rachel is or where they are or why there's an actual man in his bed. People try to convince him that is is engaged- but not to Rachel. To another man? What year is it? What is going on?

One Late Night Conversation (In Bed) [david/patrick, T, 1,767] by @flowerfan2

A Milwaukee 'verse one-shot. Patrick wants to talk about his book. The conversation gets a little deeper than anticipated.

Thank You, David. [david/patrick, T, 228] by mallpretzles

Patrick needs taking care of when David gets home. David obliges.

2023

[Art] Handyman Patrick [david/patrick, M, art] by @lizzie-bennetdarcy

David comes home to Patrick doing some work around the house and distracts him

Victorious [david/patrick, G, 100] by @sspaz1000

David and Patrick play Wordle every morning. Will David get the word?

worlds apart [david/patrick, T, 1,914] by @blackandwhiteandrose

“You lived here,” Patrick repeats with the same incredulous tone. “I mean, the members of my family occupied the space occasionally over an extended period of time. Does that count?” David asks. ----- David and Patrick visit the former Rose mansion. They both have some feelings about it.

2024

a rose by any other name [david/patrick, G, 3,383] by otherpeopleareallthereis

The Roses are back at David and Patrick's for Christmas, and Alexis' oldest, Nate, needs some help from their uncle about a change they want to make.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 1 fic/1,300 words 2020: 5 fics/11,230 words 2021: 14 fics/74,082 words 2022: 6 fanworks (4 fics, 1 podfic, 1 flik)/19,085 words 2023: 3 fanworks (2 fics, 1 fanart)/2,061 words 2024: 1 fic/3,383 words Total: 30 fanworks (27 fics, 1 podfic, 1 fanart, 1 flik)/111,141 words

[softsunnyy]

🚨 choking, gagging, oral sex, dom! Quinn, two people obsessed, but this time it's Quinn who's crazier. Quinn is controlling, jealous, aggressive. He almost uses your other hole. Description of your body being hurt, but it's all consensual. Cockwarming, and i think that's it. If i forgot anything, I'M SORRY 🚨

poorly written, but this time i'll blame my hand

@ruinix , because u loved it, i hope you enjoy a new part of this <33

today you arrived at your dorm a little later than usual. It wasn't really your fault, since one of your classmates stopped you to ask you something, and he wouldn't stop talking, even though you told him you were short on time. The problem is, you know he won't care.

oh, and don't even try to explain that it was a boy who made you late.

you know what awaits you as soon as you open the door. It's quiet, and you get goosebumps because the place is really cold. You tried to look for him, but he wasn't anywhere visible, so you know exactly where to go.

your feet guide you before you can think twice, and your body feels frozen as you stand in front of your bedroom door. You internally debate whether it's best to open it calmly, or if you should walk in completely guilty.

you can't come up with an answer when the door opens in front of you and you see him. He looks at you angrily, desperately. He's not happy with you because you should have arrived 20 minutes ago.

do you know how desperate he got when you didn't arrive? when you didn't answer his call until ten minutes later than you were supposed to leave your class?

he doesn't even want to know what you were doing; he wants to see you suffer, for worrying him, for messing up the schedule he knew. For not being there and leaving him waiting with his cock aching and ready to be served and devoured.

“what the fuck are you waiting for?” his voice makes you jump, nervous, feeling small under his eyes. You move before even processing what he asked, leaving your things on the floor and starting to undress for him, as you'd learned lately.

since the first time, there hasn't been a day that he doesn't wait for you in your room, ready to take you in every way you could imagine. And he was training you, so you would know how to be good for him, so you would know how to behave around him.

and he just watches you, slightly satisfied at the sight of you on your knees on the bed, your body completely naked, at his disposal as it should be.

it's then that you see him unbutton his pants, pulling them down slowly, too slow for your liking, continuing with his underwear, freeing his cock, which stood proud, mad, red, with veins decorating its length.

and you wait for him, trying not to rub your legs together, trying to ignore the heat the sight of him causes you, because you know better.

when he stands in front of you, you wait for his instruction, opening your mouth. “You’re gonna suck my cock until i get bored, and i don’t wanna hear a single complaint about it.” you nod, and he brings his member to your lips, letting you put it inside your mouth at your own pace. His hand went to your hair, grabbing a handful so he could control your actions.

you start to push his length in slowly, but he loses patience midway and just thrusts, shoving the entire length into your mouth, making you gag, which makes him smile. Soon he started moving, thrusting in and out of your mouth while you tried to use your tongue, feeling the saliva drip down your chin and wet your body, leaving a disgusting trail of drool down your thighs.

gagging prevents him from fully entering each time, so your hand helps, masturbating what wouldn’t fit, going at the same speed as your mouth, listening to Quinn’s grunts.

“doing so good for me” he tugged on your hair, making you moan, which made his cock throb “Such a good whore” He threw his head back for a moment, enjoying how you tried to suck, to lick, to swallow his entire length, trying to make him enjoy it so he could forgive you.

and even though you don't say it, your pussy is dripping just from watching him enjoy himself, which motivates you even more, because you want to be noticed. You want him to bury himself inside you and tear at your walls until he reminds you why you must follow the rules. You want him to use your body and fill you until your hole can't take any more of his cum, until your body is completely stained with his fluids.

but when you made him cum, he didn't stop, he didn't let you stop. He kept thrusting into your mouth without slowing down, making you moan in protest, since you had barely been able to swallow his cum, choking a little on it, and making you need some air. However, he isn't going to give it to you, because he loves the way your eyes fill with tears and your face turns red.

he's getting overstimulated, but he doesn't care. He wants to fill your mouth again and again, until you can't swallow it anymore. And even though you cry and try to push him away, your hand keeps moving, continuing to caress his cock until you feel it harden like before.

and Quinn takes advantage, because he knows you'll do as he tells you, so he keeps cumming, even though his legs are shaking, even though his cock aches, and even though he sees the way you're desperate, barely able to breathe, remnants of his cum at the edges of your mouth, and you're rubbing yourself against the blankets so you can get some attention on your pussy.

“are you gonna cum like that? i haven't even touched you.” and you know it, which makes you moan, as pathetic as you look, and reaching your climax just like that, moaning so loudly that he had to take a second because it felt so good.

and your jaw aches, your wrist aches like never before because you´ve been jerking him off so quickly, but you don't want to stop. You want to suck him dry, until he has nothing left to give.

however, he still wanted to be inside you, so after cumming one last time, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, enjoying the way you gasped, trying to fill your lungs again, coughing a little, which caused some of his cum to stain your chin.

he didn't let you clean yourself up, and ordered you to lie face down and ass up, which you obeyed without a second thought. When you moved, you let him see the huge stain you'd left on your bed, proof of your intense orgasm, brought on just by watching him enjoy himself. And when he looked at your pussy, it glistened, smelling strongly of your arousal and soaked in your fluids.

he couldn't resist it, and before getting behind you, he leaned in to lick between your lips, tasting you. This made you whimper, and your body moved back, trying to feel him a little more. But that wasn't what he wanted, so he pulled away, stood behind you, and took his cock to rub it against your pussy.

he hit your clit with his tip, then thrust, forcing his way between your walls until he reached the deepest part of you. He ripped the air from your lungs, and didn't even give you time to compose yourself, penetrating in and out, hammering into you, placing his hands on your waist for more stability, and seeing the marks he'd left on your body the previous days.

his hands are marked on your ass cheeks, in now-purple bruises that made it painful to sit down. Your thighs are riddled with bites that burned too much the first few days. Your back is riddled with hickeys, and your waist is bruised from his fingers.

it looked like a crime scene, and he loved how it looked on you, and knowing that he did it, knowing that he marked you like that.

he was going so fast that one of your hands went to your back, trying to push him to slow down, but he just grabbed it, preventing you from moving, and making the pain in your wrist worse.

you moaned, you cried, you begged him, but he wasn't going to stop, and you knew it.

that's when he decided to ask the question you least wanted to answer, and the one that made you start to panic. You couldn't lie to him, because he'd know.

“where were you?” he questioned, leaning against your back, murmuring against your ear, still bruising your gummy walls from how hard he was moving.

“i…” you tried to think of a response, but it was impossible, and the knot forming in your stomach made it even harder “what?” you whimpered.

he tightened his grip on your wrist, knowing the pain would bring you back to reality. “Where were you?” He asked again, more impatient.

“i…” you sobbed, unable to think coherently. “I’m sorry, a boy…” you whimpered, not thinking for a moment about what you were saying. “A boy… stopped me.” You tried to breathe, but it was nearly impossible, and your lungs burned. “He wanted to ask me something about the class.”

you couldn't answer more than that, but it wasn't important. From the moment you mentioned a boy, Quinn's mind went red. His hands tightened on your body, squeezing some of the bruises and your wrist, making you moan in pain and pleasure. And anger flooded his mind again, causing the hand holding your wrist to let go, moving to your neck, which he grabbed brutally, squeezing, cutting off your breath, making you gasp desperately.

"a boy? you left me waiting for a boy?" his thrusts slowed, making you want to complain. However, they went deeper, kissing your cervix, repeatedly hitting the depths of your tight pussy.

you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks and your face bright red from the lack of air.

“no? but i think that's exactly what you just told me.” He sighed, feigning disappointment to make you feel bad, then released your neck, making you bury your face in the bed, panting loudly, trying to regain oxygen.

he continued moving slowly, and he straightened again, watching carefully the way he went in and out of you, thinking about his next actions. It was then that he pulled out of you, slamming your pussy with his cock again a couple of times, then with his hand, harder this time, dry, watching your fluids spurt in the process.

“Quinn!” you cried, trying to move away, though his other hand prevented you. He continued, watching your pussy turn red and irritated, until enough was enough.

when he guided his cock again, he decided to tease you, brushing against your other hole, making your eyes widen, surprised, and panicked.

“Quinn…” He inhaled, having to hold back his desires for a moment, and thrust into your pussy in one swift thrust.

“not today,” he said, more to himself, resuming his wild, animal movements, hearing the bedpost hit the wall.

the two of you didn't last long, and when you came, it was intense and loud. You drenched his cock with your fluids, making an even bigger mess. And he followed soon after, staining your walls white, marking you as his once again. Reminding you who you belong to.

he let you recover for a couple of minutes, without leaving you, and then he moved, adjusting you on the bed so he could lie behind you, hugging you and pressing himself against your body, still with his cock, now soft, inside you.

“i’m sorry,” you apologized, and he knew you meant for being late.

“don’t do it again. I got worried when you didn’t answer,” he sighed, relaxing at the scent of your hair. “I'm sorry too. I think i left a nasty mark on your neck.”

you just smiled, secretly enjoying it. Knowing everyone would look at you and know you belonged to him, that you’ve been put in your place.

they’d know someone was teaching you how to be good.

“it's okay,” you yawned, so you moved a little closer to his body, cuddling. “Goodnight.”

“goodnight, pretty girl”

[arreat]

(I love projecting into characters <33333)

Sometimes when Wade can’t find any media to occupy his attention or fully focus on something, he gets a little restless. This is fine and all, until it’s been 4 FUCKING HOURS and wow he needs that dopamine hit soon or Bad Things ™️ will happen!!!

Unfortunately, doomscrolling for hours isn't helping, and Wade can't seem to put his mind to cleaning his guns/knives either. After a while, it’s the unbearable restlessness that hits first. He feels the need to pace around, rock back and forth, flip a baby knife in his hands, anything really to get him moving. It gets to the point where Wade feels like he’s gonna crawl out of his skin (usually he would look favorably upon getting out of HIS skin in particular) and his lack of focus is making him antsy. But Wade can be Normal about this! He just needs to do something he knows will get his attention, like looking at his dear child Mary Puppins.

Nope. Not working.

Wade can't seem to shake the brain fog that's preventing him from doing anything, really; nothing is letting him focus giving him that rush of dopamine, even annoying Logan. (who is valiantly trying to ignore him, rude). The feeling of agitation has evolved like some sort of fucked up pokemon into a deep-rooted discomfort, he needs to do something with his energy NOW or he's gonna start redesigning the apartment's interior into a maximalist-meets-backalley-murder type vibe (blood, guts and all). Wade resorts to aggressively banging his head on the edge of the kitchen counter to get it to factory reset or something so he can go back to his baseline normal but nothing is working, which is not very nice of his brain.

Logan eventually looks up from his whatever he's doing (Wade has no clue as he is currently debating whether he should just blow his head off) after hearing the dull, rhythmic thumping of merc skull on counter (Wade thinks he should record this and use it as the beat for this cool new song he just thought of). He knows Wade gets antsy sometimes, but its never been this bad. Logan decides he should probably do something to stop the godawful sound of human skull integrity testing, as it was interrupting his reading (and totally not because he didn't like seeing Wade hurt himself, or because he actually cared for the merc despite their regen factor no hahaha who would think that?)

Logan sighs as he walks to stand in front of Wade, "Wade. You're gonna get blood on the walls and I ain't cleaning up after your mess," he growls. Wade perks up as he hears his name, face visibly brightening as Logan continues, "D'you wanna go to that abandoned parking lot and go a couple rounds? Fighting I mean." he hastily adds on as he sees Wade open his mouth to say something suggestive, no doubt.

"I knew it! You definitely had a thing for fighting, admit there was a little sexual tension in that Honda," Wade chirps, briefly pausing his endeavors to lobotomize himself blunt-force style as Logan crosses his arms, unimpressed. "And to answer your question, I would L O V E to do a Honda Odyssey 2: Electric Boogaloo with you babygirl, I thought you'd never ask! Lemme throw on my suit and we can go do the second most blood-forward foreplay I've ever had the honor participating in, not the first I'm afraid but we can change that!"

Wade quickly scampered to grab his suit as Logan grabbed a change of clothes for the two; unfortunately walking around with various organs and bodily fluids, not telling which, strew across your clothing would get the police called which was always a pain to deal with.

(The two then proceeded to walk to the deserted lot and beat the shit out of each other until Wade felt a lot better, as he finally didn't feel restless and uncomfortable. And if they kissed afterwards while covered in copious amounts of blood while high on endorphins and adrenaline, Logan would never admit how much he was into it.)

[centrally-unplanned]

I've been watching Evangelion for the first time since my teens- which of the sequels/spinoffs/alternate endings would you say are worthwhile beyond the original show?

Hm, this is a good question! The answer is going to be very individual because most of the Evangelion additional content is varying degrees of wildly different from the original show? So it is really a question of "what genres do you like". And your tolerance for bullshit, because most of them aren't good.

I will assume End of Eva is just default-included in "the original show"? Just in case, if not obviously watch that. Otherwise I do think Sadamoto's manga adaptation is quite good - it is of course the "same" story, but tonally different enough to be fun while not so different that any Eva fan will probably get something out of it. Those are the "core" products one can start with.

Beyond that...

Where do you even start, you know?

Okay, so I think most people will say that none of the "big" spinoffs are like good-good. Your actual answer is probably none of them. But if you do wanna dig in, I think Girlfriend of Steel is a VN with a contained, coherent story that matches the tone of the original show pretty well? Sort of an alt-universe telling with a new girl in the mix who is essentially girl-Shinji (yeah, I know, isn't Shinji girl-Shinji? Life/Sadamoto finds a way):

The game is choppy in its presentation and ofc quite tropey, but it has heart, and gets more serious as it goes on.

I'm not gonna sit here and tell you that the shonen comedy manga Shinji Ikari Raising Project is, like, worth reading? But some people like it, I am sure. Gendo does Punch An Angel which kinda fucks:

Honestly I thought Campus Apocalypse was pretty neat? Alas the scans online are dial-up tier on quality, but if the idea of "Evangelion: but it is a noir school academy thriller" appeals to you it very much is that. And there is something inevitable to their being a version of Eva where they wield the Lance of Longinus like a person-sized polearm and the angels are hot goth guys:

Okay so I really like Princess Maker? Which Gainax made by the way, that is often forgotten - pre-Eva while Gainax's animation division was burning cash their video game side hustle kept the lights on. So Gainax took advantage of the synergy and made the Ayanami Raising Project - and Asuka Supplement Project to boot! Which is an incredibly cheap knock-off where you take our two main girls and plan out their days and grow their stats and abuse your inexplicable position of power over them to date them and dress them up in adorable outfits which is all I have ever really wanted:

These images ofc are from the supplemental artbook and strategy guide, which yes I do own - you asked for my opinion, I didn't fucking ask for yours, okay?

There are one million more of these things, I haven't read/watched/played most of them - when it comes to Eva you kinda just gotta grab one at random and dive in, see what happens. Go download a PS3 emulator, grab a ROM for Misato Katsuragi's Reporting Plan, and see if listening to her voice-synth reading the actual news to you while you spin her rendered polygon model around to give yourself an upskirt shot does anything for you:

Can't be any worse than the fucking Rebuilds.

[fortemelody]

you ever realize how many of the main (as in popular now or were once popular) sonic female characters such as amy or sally are both everything and nothing at the same time. like many of them created at a time where female characters were often the damsel in distress, even if they did have that 90s edge and independence at times in the west. and now, where sonic writing after many confusing changes is arguably at a decent spot, therye left with “oh fuck well what do we do with these characters now”. and now some debate that if the changes and new personality traits they are making to amy, for example, are just things sega is throwing at the wall and seeing what sticks, or actual past details that are been crafting into something new.

but also maybe another perspective is that. therye literally “just a girl” personified. like they don’t need to persay be this grand big thing becus they just wanna live their lives. i’ve talked about this a bit before but amy and sally are quite literally just girls without powers within the sonic universe. this was displayed before in the beginning of sonic adventure with amy, showing that while she was getting groceries she yearned to go on adventures again. they both rely on learned skills instead of being born with some gift and then containing this feeling like they have to use it and instead they just want to help anyways (i know this don’t really apply to sonic himself cus he kinda does what he wants but i’m kinda thinking of characters like silver for example who kinda have this like futuristic destiny goin on). amy has strength and sally has smarts, and in fact now that i think about it the only main female sonic character to have powers per say is probably blaze and surge (and yeah more of them can fly technically in some games but like idk are we really counting that…). and maybe that’s been intentional from the start, maybe it’s not, for better or for worse. on one hand it’s admirable that they need to put so much effort into things and they are super determined, but on the other hand it’s kinda stupid becus like let girls be badass man (cough cough remember when they said that only male hedgehogs can go super and then they finally took it back) 😭. it is quite similar to some situations in anime with men writing females i feel like…

this is coming from someone who’s fav character is amy btw so pls don’t skew this and make it look like i’m a hater 🙏

(pssst psst btw this is very much inspired by lowarts youtube videos on archie sonic where he analyzes sally’s character and he feels as though she is kinda just a whole lot of nothing but deserved better)

[thedarkestrivernymph]

can we have more of the death yanders kidnapper fic? I really wanna see our life with him

A normal day in your life..

Y! Kidnapper x f! Reader

warnings: forced infantilization, religious themes, mentions of urine, diaper, baby-talk, forced feeding

the fic -> Death

“You have to.”

“No!” you're as stubborn as a petulant child, “I don't want to.” your voice thins until it wavers and you break into yet another sob.

“Sweetheart,” there's another groan before a warm hand brushes over your scalp, scratching up and down your nape as if you're a cat, “You have to eat, sweetie, if you don't, you know what will happen, won't you?”

There's a thickness that swells in your throat, just the thought of doing that ever again is enough to make your palms sweaty and feet itching to run.

“See?” his voice his smug, while his predatory gaze flicks with recognition of weakness. Of your weakness.

“You don't want to be down there again, right baby? I don't want to chain you up, you get all horribly bruised up.” he sighs softly, deeply with new-found hunger in his chestnut colored eyes. He talks soft and sickeningly sweet, as if his mouth had a mind of its own, apart from the actual ravenous beast inside of him that you have come to know so well. “I would hate for your delicate skin to be blemished.”

Another kiss is presses to your forehead, before he lowers his hand to trace over the pendant with his name engraved hanging from your collar. “Say ‘ahh’.” he urges again, lowering his hand to sit at the curve of your waist, keeping you firmly planted on his lap, dressed in unnecessary frill—like a doll. Like you’re his doll. This fucking creep.

The spoon lifts once again and its contents twist your stomach for the second time.

The spoonful is weirdly pink and brown with colorful sprinkles grinded into it. It is clear that it once was cake but now it is this weird odd paste that he, no doubt, put in the mixer because quote “you’re just a baby, babies don't eat real food”.

Yet this time when he seeks entrance, tapping against your bottom lip you open up with tearful eye, allowing the tooth-rootingly sweet to flood your taste buds. Swallowing is even more difficult as his hand creeps up to settle over your sternum, pressing, waiting to feel your throat bob.

“Good girl” you cry at his praise, because an entire bowl full of this slob is staringback at you.

“If you eat up maybe I’ll even let you play with your dolls again, mh?” there's another wave of nausea, as your lungs constrict and your airways tighten, but this time not because of the prospect of punishment if you disobey, but because of the pressure in your lower abdomen.

It's already worse enough that you have to piss literally every two minutes because of how fucking anxious he makes you, is him taking notice of the building pressure in your bladder.

“Sweetheart, oh? Do you have to go potty again?”

he’s so fucking condescending in his speech, so proud about having reduced you to this, that his smile stretches unsettling wide, inhuman, animalistic, vile—in another universe you hope he's a pig brought to slaughter.

You would rather die than pee into the diaper he put you on in front of him, worse, on him.

But suddenly he cups your tummy with one large hand, rubbing and pressing against it. “Come, you can go here.” your face drains of colour again as you grit your teeth, shaking your head in a firm ‘no’. You would rather die of shame then do that.

But he doesn't take no as an answer, he never does. Because you're his, god-given and all, remember? So he starts messaging your stomach, reaching beneath the layers upon layers of frilly blue to reach your navel and ram his grimy fingers into your flesh.

You cry out, jerk around. You may have lost your dignity, you may be kept like an animal but you won't allow this, no, you're still an adult, you're not a child nor an infant, you're capable of controlling your bladder no matter what—

There's something hot. Sticky and fluid. And as you ruin your diaper you, the realisation of what you just did settling in—the betrayal of your body, you cannot help but sob loder, cry, hiccup and mewl, babbling without coherent sentences as your face burns in shame.

And what does he do?

He grins. As always.

“Good job, Sweetheart.” he pressed his lips to your cheek, before he scoops another spoonful from the bowel and raises the the cool silverware to your mouth again.

“Come now finish, then we can get you all cleaned up.” so you do just that, allow him to fed you this sticky repulsing mess, that makes you gag with each swallow, because what else can you do?

And it isn't long before his face dips into your shoulder and he whispers into your skin the very same set of words he's chanted to you since you have awoken to yet another nightmare.

“I love you, sweetheart, so so much. You're my everything, and soon you'll make me the happiest man on earth. God! I am so excited, I can't wait to meet our little one.”

©Copyright - 2025 - thedarkestrivernymph - All Rights Reserved

[zippidi-dooda]

So I just finished binging Invincible and wanna talk about it. Other than the show, I know nothing about it, the comic or the people involved in making the animated series. So this isn't focused on any behind the scenes or stuff like that, just my immediate thoughts. Spoilers I guess

First, I had known it through memes back when it was first coming out. I thought the style looked like something I'd be interested in so I was like, "yeah I'll check it out" then promptly forgot about it. Then it kinda started resurfacing again with fanfics so I was like, "now I really gotta watch it."

I knew it'd be bloody and I knew it was superheroes.

Still wasn't prepared for it.

Anyways, I loved it. The small details really had me, like the demon detective causing the rooms he was in to be really cold, Debbie's clothes drawn more flowy when she starts to relax, or how Mark was drawn more tired as the series went on. I also loved how characters with brief appearances in the beginning were always brought back later, like "Hey I remember you."

I also liked how it started pretty basic, like the original guardians all seemed to be copies of already well known heros (Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Batman, etc.) So you kinda expect the same type of heroic story to unfold. But then BAM! You got a whole bunch of bloodshed and betrayal from the get-go. We're not in Kansas anymore Smallville

Which let me talk about the blood for a minute. There is. So. Much. Blood. Like I feel like I saw Mark in more red than he ever was in blue, my God. And the title screen changes? First season of getting splattered with blood, more and more of it till fully covered? I loved that detail. Plus how all the other title changes afterwards looked, one of them being the screen cracking and crumbling until a new colored title was left, I feel like it really fit with the show like how Mark's world, and he himself, was changing, becoming gruesome or broken or just different. Loved the title screens. Plus how, at first, no one said the name "Invincible" just cutting to the title screen. That was fun.

I liked Mark's relationships too, like they felt real which I'm not usually a fan of (the drama of it). But he worked through it so well, so did the people he was with (his mom, Eve, Amber, William). They were all oddly sweet and understanding and I thought it was nice to see. Even his bad relationships were pretty real feeling (with Cecil, his dad, the other heroes). Those moments when they were focused on made me think "Mark's really sweet" and "Mark is a good guy" in both the personal and heroic sense.

Which is a perfect detail to have me thinking through the story because that's essentially what he's struggling through. Wanting to be the good guy, do the right thing, help/save everyone. But not always being able to because there's to many things to do, too many people to save. Having to wonder if being a full and true good guy is the right thing. Being slowly broken down by that worry, by the people starting to blame you for one wrong thing over looking at the multitude of good.

And later in the show making his brother Oliver be the voice in his head to cause him to doubt the straight path even more. Having Oliver, such a small and young kid so blatantly okay with killing and encouraging Mark to do it as well? That was such a good detail. Cause, maybe Oliver is full alien and the mindset might be different, but you don't expect that from a child. And since he's his brother, Mark would slowly become more inclined to listen. He'll have to decide what he's okay with, what type of hero he wants to be. You hope for the best, cause you know he's good, but want to see what breaks him, if he can pull himself out of it.

It was nice to see Mark drop out of college too, then see him needing to still live with his mom for afterwards. That's sounds weird but I mean it's nice since there are a lot of people who do the same, which further helps build a connection to him. It was nice to see how different characters felt toward college too, like Mark had bad grades, yes cause superhero stuff, but people go through that and go despite it. And his main reason for going wasn't cause it's something he was pushed towards, it was for his girlfriend which is also a relatable motivator for some people. Amber just always wanted to go, William's motives seemed like a mix between Mark and Amber's (going just cause and for his to be boyfriend). Then there's Eve who didn't want to go, which a lot of people don't, but then decided it was better if she did, and some people change their minds the same way.

I also loved how multiple different types of a family could be portrayed. Eve with parents she wants to get away from, Rex with no family, many heroes only being seen for their experimental value, and Mark with the perfect family. Mark who goes from the ideal setting to being broken, fighting between parents then between parent and kid. I thought it was a unique detail. More ways for an audience to relate.

And the fighting between parent and kid?

I kinda wish that Omni-man was a full on bad guy cause it'd be interesting. But there are plenty of other straight bad guys for that, and then it'd leave the story at a bit of a stand still, kinda make Omni-man irrelevant. But that part's not too important.

Getting to see him be the perfect father and husband at first? Then see him for the first time hint that he may be hiding something when he (what we learn is the first ever time) punched Mark for training? Hearing how Mark felt about it then seeing the two hug and make up? It was sweet. You root for things to say nice and perfect, hope they'll work things out.

Then that doesn't happen. There's hiding and snooping, lies and manipulation. The dropping of a persona. Admission of it all, of what the true intent was the whole time, saying your family basically didn't matter? That your wife was a pet?

And father and son fight.

And it is grotesque and bloody, unforgiving and angry. Millions of civilians caught in the battle, Mark feeling at fault for it. I felt so hurt watching it, just thinking "how could you do that to your kid?" Then hearing a battered and bruised, barely breathing Mark say "I'd still have you, Dad." Seeing how much he still loves him despite all of this? My soul is in pain.

And Omni-man just vanishes without a word.

Very sad and beautiful.

And his mom needing to point out how much she did for Mark, how unappreciated her work went by others and herself? A very real situation. Having a kid so in awe by a parent who is out there working, or something similar, but not really caring too much about the one at home? Starting to break down once realizing it, having to do things by yourself officially despite technically having always done it. Also sad and heart wrenching

Two sides to the same coin

But not just Mark got the scenes to pull at your heartstrings. There was a few scenes of kinda unimportant people too, where they'd just talk about their situations but say how much they love where they're at despite it. Some scenes there weren't even words, but you could tell everything through the music and animation. I just feel like they did a good job making you think about the normalcy while bringing in the super stuff.

The show is just good at bringing up the realities of what a hero can face, the hardships, the pain, the worry and doubt, which really makes me love it

For all it's seriousness and heavy topics though, the show was still funny. And the voice actors did a great job with the dialogue as well. There were lines not expected from heroes, but are from normal people, which they are under the masks.

I think that's all I have to say for know

Overall, it was really good, loved watching it, and can't wait for more. I will be consuming any other Invincible stuff I can while I'm obsessed which hopefully includes reading the comics at some point

[caellekae]

Whenever she has different hairstyles, I know she's still rocking it regardless. (esp her hair on the cool hand fluke ep)

Yeah I kind of understand that they didn't really mention or show her childhood cause she's not royal before but.... I agree it's really weird that we don't know much about her especially since she's also part of the main adult cast and the main reason why the show started. I don't wanna assume everything about her past, but I think that she might have a fine childhood (and that's why got that wisdom based on her experience) but I also think that there's something bad that happened in her past that she doesn't wanna share anything in her hometown, or maybe her backstory got overshadowed by the new characters I guess... I also think it's a sign of something that we could not expect, whether it's a good or bad thing...🥴

Aside from being mother, stepmother, queen, current wife of a king, had a dead sailor husband, we only know she's from Galdiz and she has a brother with a name that was not even mentioned in the show, that's all. Nothing else.

Anyways, lowkey hoping though they'll show her past in the sequel, even if it has smol percent to do so. (and also new hairstyles hehehhe)

I know she's really pretty (obviously) but her with a wet hair look hits different and I think it's not talked enough🩷🩷🩷 (aside her character as a whole not being explored much in canon show which made me so sad until now)

lowkey wanted to see her childhood in the sequel, even if it's not really necessary, or traumatic somehow

[ghostbeam]

Having a moment rn where I want to write everything I’ve ever thought abt writing ever and I have no idea where to start

[songofsaraneth]

i will say the one thing about my New Year's Resolutions post going viral is that lots of people have done my own resolutions so much better than me now lmao. blogger who made a whole website with ratings for their Fruit Adventures i love you. i barely remembered to take photos of all my fruits which are now just randomly scattered through my camera roll. tumblr user who managed THIRTY FOUR different pasta shapes in a year where did you find them it took me all year just to hit 20 and then i ran out of shapes available in the 2 cities i checked. showing up to your home with a bowl so i can get a little of each