#but i had to get it off my chest somehow yknow?

[prettyboykatsuki]

alkali. | m. bachira

✮  tags ; afab + gn!reader, established relationship, omegaverse, morning sex, unprotected sex, knotting, bachira being a lovesick mess, 18+

✮ wc ; 2k (guys....)

✮  a/n ; a comission for @cottoncalicoes. thank you for commissioning me!!!

✮  synopsis ; every moment of bachira's life has been painted by you.

or a soft post story from another word for homesick, from bachira's perspective.

tip jar | commission post (reopening on the 22nd) | ao3 link.

[ TWENTY-ONE ]

"Meguru," Your voices catches on a breath, just short of pleasant sigh as your hand lands on his chest, pushing him away from you. "Quit it already."

There's an edge to your exasperation - familiar and affectionate that makes Bachira purr deep from his chest. He's wrapped around you tight, morning sun filtering through the blinds and casting a soft yellow glow on your skin. He buries his face in your neck, nose brushing your scent glands.

Something rich and warm suffuses through him as he inhales it. Years and years of his life entangled in you.

He's giddy with it. It's been months now and he's still so restless with his love you for.

His voice comes out whiny, high pitched yowling as he hugs you tighter, still, somehow. Trying to squeeze you into his ribs like you'll fit there with enough effort - he slots his morning wood against the swell of your belly and inhales. Marks you with his own scent until it covers you completely.

(Bachira developed this habit forever ago. Back when you were kids and you were convinced that he was another innocent omega. It worked well enough to keep alphas off of you, omega's not so much.

He wishes it worked on both. On everyone so you could be his so obviously nothing could get between you. He wishes he could bond with you so many times over until he's engraved into your bones

It might be enough then. Probably not though.)

You laugh again, and it's beautiful and measured like always. "Meguru,"

"Don't wanna get up yet." He whines. He can already feel you concede. "Wanna do stuff. And have lots of sex."

"It's too early to have sex,"

"It's never too early to have sex, silly," He replies, all smiles. "I'm an alpha you know? With the worlds prettiest omega in my bed. This much is normal. It's fine already so come on."

"I had plans for today." You say, ignoring his words with an expertise of a life time. "Errands, chores."

"Ehh?? Boring—like super boring. Super duper boring. Don't wanna, wanna stay here with you."

"You're so difficult," You're smiling while you say it. "We spent most of this week together again, Meguru."

You skirt around the obvious. Most of the week making love. Bachira can't keep his hands off of you. He can't get enough of you and during the limited weeks of his off season - there's nothing to do but indulge his strongest emotions.

He lets his nose brush your jaw, placing a kiss a a fading mark on your neck and the permanent bond on your nape. "Mhm. And you look so full and perfect with my knot, I can't help it. It's in my instinct."

"Your instinct is to keep your knot in me 24/7?" You tease. Bachira nods.

"Duh. Right where it belongs." He says, then adds. "I want to be close to you all the time. Cuddling isn't enough, yknow? I'd eat you if I could."

Weak against him, you move to curl up into him. It makes Bachira so happy he feels like he could explode into a million pieces. It's there again, that feeling. That he's so happy he could burst at the very seams of him and there's no other way to express it other then loud enough for the world to hear.

A wave of affection and aggression and adoration come over in one go. And he's swift as he flips you onto your back. You turn over with a yelp, arms securing around neck. "Don't be so rowdy this early in the morning,"

He looks at you where you look up at him, soothingly pushing hair from his face when you say it. You're not even slightly upset. You look like you love him, like you always have. Kind and perfect and lovely and wholly like you understand. Like you know Bachira. Not once in his life do you look at him like he's too much for you.

He loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you, he—

He kisses you. Hard and desperate. A kiss to your lips, then the corner of your mouth, to all over your face as his fingers deftly pull away at your PJ shorts. You're a mess of giggles— sweet between gasping breathes. Bachira thinks it might be his favorite sound. He kisses you while you laugh, between breathless sharp bouts of it until you're content with sighing.

His brain loops the same thought, simple and constant like a stream. Or maybe more like a tidal wave. More like a tsunami, more like an Earthquake. Maybe there's no disaster grand enough to put the feeling into words - maybe a love so pure and full exceeds language entirely.

Bachira thinks so. His head is so filled with you it feels like you're what makes up the gray matter of his body and what words could there be for something so physical ? He feels it in his chest when he breathes. When his shoulders tremble with laughter, when he cries or sleeps or eats, when he lives at all and every cell in his body are screaming at him that he loves you more than anyone else in the world.

He's unceremonious and desperate when he takes your shorts off. He wants you. He needs you. You're all he's ever needed.

When you spread your legs, he's greeted by the perfect view of your pussy - hairs slicked back from arousal. He should get to take his time with you. He thinks about it. How to treat you gently, properly. He's never been good at it though.

He's never been desired you in a way that's gentle and you've never asked him too. His feelings are overbearing and possessive. Even smothering you isn't enough.

You've been dating again for a few months now, together again after years. Drops of affection piling up inside of him leaving an ocean of longing in it's wake.

You're the first person Bachira has ever known. You were the one to approach him, to trust him, to be honest with him, to accept him wholly.

He doesn't think there'll ever be a time where he can tell you what it meant to him.

He can't bring it in himself to be patient when it's so heavy in him all the time—when you've got yourself spread open like this. Pretty and perfect and dripping - aching for his knot early in the sunlight, familiar flush on your face. A wetness to your eyes, color to your lips.

"It's soft enough," You tug at his wrist. "C'mon. If you're gonna do it. Hurry."

This is how Bachira has spent every day of this week. Listening to the pleasant melody of your voice when he goads you again - loving the way you break down for him. He sits up slightly on his knees and draws his thumb against your slick folds.

Your body is so inviting. Throbbing with need as you whimper in response to his touch, his thumb settling on the swollen nerves of your clit. Drawing circles too slow on purpose and watching you get wetter. You keen.

"Meguru, don't be mean."

God. He grins a little, pulling his hand away as he shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs. His cock stands, fat and heavy as he taps it against your sex. You look down in anticipation, look up again for him at mercy. How could he fuck you gently when your expression reads as so desperate to be pounded?

He leans down to kiss you hard as the tip slides into your entrance. He captures the gasp you let out, a hand on your waist to anchor his grip - another at your jaw to hold it and kiss you deep. His tongue slides against yours sloppy and you make a noise of protest - probably concerned about your breath or something silly.

Bachira doesn't care. He can't think of anything other than how much he utterly adores you. How it wires him. Makes the parts of himself he's always been disconnected from—the alpha he's always felt separate to, pant with desire. He can feel every nerve in his body, every fiber of his muscles—all the ways they want you to be between his teeth. Devour you, makes a mess. An apex predator who so adores his perfect prey. Born to hunt you. Born to love you.

He slides his cock into the soft, wet, sticky warmth of your cunt with ease. Your slick makes it easy for him - built to take his cock in smooth motion. A soft sound comes from your throat as he thrusts in easily.

"It's so full, Meguru," You mumble, a hand on your belly. "I love you."

"So cute," He kisses your jaw, waiting for you to adjust only long enough to breathe. "You're so cute."

He rocks his hips slowly building to hard thrusts, feeling you clench down around him whenever he slides out - cunt gripping down like it needs him always.

Bachira lets the temptation of that thought guide his hips. He's always learning new things about himself with you, or maybe just the old parts of him always evolve to fit you better.

He can feel how easily his body wants to succumb to the pleasure of you around him. You wrap your legs around his waist as he fucks into you again and again, arms around his shoulders. The way you moan his name is sweet, makes Bachira feel even wilder.

Your hands card through his hair even while he fucks you hard and reckless. Gesture sweet and domestic, it makes him laugh against your mouth.

Bachira thinks of your life together as he buries his dick deep inside you. Thinks of the years you were apart and feels his chest get tight. Thinks of all the time he wants to make up for it by spending the rest of his life with you now and forever.

He was made for you. That's the only way he can make sense of it. Why else would Bachira be made to be too much if not to be softened and nurtured by you? The only omega in his life. only one he'll ever miss.

Here is the only place he'll ever feel at home.

The thought drives him over the edge. He feels his chest well up with emotion as he thrusts - gripping onto your hips as he lets it all go. He cums hard, his knot swelling at the base of his cock. You whine loudly as it stretches and stretched and stretches you, the air punched out of your lungs.

He holds it in until he can give you the same. His hand slides against between your bodies, clumsy and desperate, as his fingers find your clit. You're sensitive to the touch, throbbing endlessly as he rubs the bundle of nerves, fast and hard.

It just doesn't feel good if he doesn't cum together with you.

"Meguru—c-cumming,"

He cums right alongside you. You pulse and spasm, legs clasped around his waist and holding onto him desperately as your cunt milks cock. He follows, filling you with his cum almost instantly before the base of his cock begins to swell with a familiar euphoria.

The pleasure is intense. It never seems to settle down, sensitivity spiked as he plugs his knot inside of. The way your body accommodates him makes his stomach tie in knots, cunt clinging to him possessively in the same way his knot anchors inside of you. He shivers.

The intense feeling of longing doesn't dull even after you both catch your breath. Instead it shifts, changes to something heavier as he sniffles.

He always cries during sex lately. You comfort him the same way you did when you were kids.

"You're crying again," You whisper, all warm.

"I love you," He sniffles. He doesn't know how else to say it. "I love you so much. You're never allowed to go anywhere ever."

You laugh loudly at that and he smiles even through tears.

"I don't have any plans to do that anyhow," You hum holding him. "We're made to be a pair, you know? Makes more sense that way,"

An ocean of longing and you—the hopeful sky above it. The moon to his sun. A corrosive acid and his great equalizer. A perfect pair.

Yes, Bachira knows exactly what you mean.

[corrieguards]

Warm Me Through

Captain Rex x reader

Summary: If this cold and miserable planet has taught Rex anything, it's that he's most definitely more warm blooded. The fact that you seem to have taken a liking to his new armour makes the cold slightly easier to endure though.

Word Count: 1k

C/W: absolutely none

A/N: Guess who's back from the fucking dead lmao. This one's short and sweet, just some good old tooth rotting fluff with our favourite boi🩵

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Kamino wasn't always sunshine and rainbows - actually it never was. But Rex would still take the constant wind and rain of Tipoca City over this bitting cold any day.

White snow spread as far as the eye could see, all the trees and bushes coverd in thick sprinkling layers of it. The cold wind licking up the sides of his armour, somehow managing to seep through all his thermal layers and freezing him from the inside out.

Yes, this planet was officially his least favourite so far.

Annoyingly, you didn't seem to be suffering half as much. Despite the numbing cold you’d been in an unusually good mood today, all smiles and giggles.

And Rex couldn’t for the life of him figure out what there was to be so happy about. In fact is was starting to get on his nerves. Every time you talked, looked, or so much as mearly glanced over at him, you broke your usual ‘jedi general’ front and started giggling and grinning like a cadet.

The first couple of times he’d brushed it off, thinking it must've just been a coincidence. But after you do it one time too many, he’s starting to get suspicious.

He trudges through the snow up to you, datapad in hand and ready to brief you on the status of the recon team that had just touched base . As soon as he calls yor name, you turn to look at him, cheeky smile instantly spreading on your face.

Of course.

He tries to ignore it, finially coming to a stop in front of you and clearing his throat ready to debrief you when he glances up at you, cutting himself off and doing a doble take when you notices your pathetic attempt at concielling a smile.

He glances around quickly to make sure nobody is within earshot before he's leaning closer to you and whispering exasperatedly

“Why do you keep kriffing looking at me like that??”

You try to further straigthen the smile on your face, failing miserably when you eyes betray your amusment

“What do you mean? Looking at you like what?”

“Oh you know exacty how. Every time you look my way you keep smiling and giggling like an idiot”

The same smile breaks onto your face again, hand coming up to hide it as you speak through giggles “What? No I don't"

“You're doing it right now!! What is it? Do I have something on my helmet?” he lifts his hand to check his helmet self conciously and you shake your head through the giggles, grabbing his gloved hand in your own and tugging it down gently.

“No it’s not that, you’re fine Rex. Handsome as ever.”

He feels heat rissing to his cheeks at your words, but quickly tries to squash it down. You’re not getting away that easy, he’s going to find out what’s going on with you today if it’s the last thing he does.

“Okay fine, then what is it? What’s so funny?”

“It's just- Well ” - you lean closer, whipering through your smile- “ you look really cute in this armour”

His back straigthers in surprise. That’s… definitely not what he was expecting.

“…Cute?”

You chuckle, nodding “Yeah, really really fucking cute”

“Cute," he huffs, shaking his head in disbelief, "Only you would think a soldier of the Grand Army of the Republic is ‘cute’ "

You grin, taking a step closer and blinking up at his visor teasingly “Yknow, it’s only because I know just how much of a softie is hidden under there” you tease, poking at his chest plate.

His scoff crackles through the modulator.

“I am not soft” he grumbles and you laugh. You can imagine exactly how he’s rolling his eyes under that helmet, a hint of a smile gracing his face

“Sure… You keep telling yourself that Captain”

He take a minute to glance around again quickly, double checking that nobody is watching the two of you before he’s turning back, lifting his helmet off with a soft hiss.

Sure enough, just as you predicted he’s got that gorgeous smile you’ve come to love so much, all love and softness as he looks down at you. You gasp dramatically, putting a hand to your chest in faux shock.

“Stars! He’s even cuter underneath the helmet!”

He rolls his eyes at you, but the grin splitting his face betrays how much he secretly appreciated the comment. Before you can point it out to him, you feel a hand slip around your waist, tugging hard until you fall forward into is chest. A small shower of snow falls of your gloves as your hands shoot forward to catch yourself on his chest plate.

“Y’know I can think of something much cuter right now” he purrs, warm breath fogging up againt you face.

And suddenly just like that, with you in his arms, the air doesn't feel quite so cold, the chill of the snow not quite as unbareable.

His eyes flick down to your lips, watching as you bite the tip of one of your gloves fingers. You slide it off, bringing your now bare hand up to tenderly cup his jaw.

He grumbles slightly about how cold your hand is, but doesn't try to pull away. Instead he's smiling that same gentle smile as he tils his head just so to press a light kiss to the palm of your hand, his lips feeling as warm and soft as rays of sun on a cold winter morning.

Your heart melts at the small display of affection, smile widening impossibly further.

“What was that earlier about not being a softie?” you tease and he rolls his eyes fondly.

“Shut up”

“Oh? How about you make me Captain”

He raises a brow at you, challenging as he leans closer, enough that his lips brush yours as he whisperes his next words

“Oh don’t tempt me meshla”

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[abra-ka-dammit]

Here I am again to beg for help paying for my (remaining) cats. Just when I thought I managed to get out relatively-cheap and easy with Zeppelin's quickly solved crystal scare the other week, Zelda cat started having severe difficulty breathing the night before last.

Her lungs look pretty wack on xray and ultrasound, with things that could indicate stuff like cat asthma or long term chronic airway disease, and theres a little air around one lung and under the skin of her chest somehow(???), but she's not presenting in a way that matches up to anything well enough for the doctors to know what's going on. Simply put, while I managed to squeeze the ER visit and 12 hour ICU stay into what had been cleared off my carecredit along with a little overflow on my near-maxed credit card, i cannot afford anything else. I managed to convince my mom* to loan me the $1653 and change in order to bring home a buster kennel and oxygen condenser along with antibiotics and anti-inflammatory meds: basically, I'm home-treating her for the Recover-From-able potential issues this could be. If this treatment plan ends without getting her back to a state where she can breathe "room air" again, the other things it could be are all things that would be irreversible, require serious surgery, or would otherwise ruin her further quality of life, so... you know. Let's hope this works, or once more euthanasia will be added to the bill.

Any help is greatly appreciated, especially since I'm inevitably going to need to go in for a follow up appointment whether this (seems to me like it) works or not, and unfortunately this all happened literally right before rent hit and I don't get paid again until friday of next week (9/13) so i have. no idea how im doing that yet.

*Part of the money my parents paid is refundable upon return of the kennel and oxygen machine but my father has already sent me long guilt trippy texts about how i'm ungrateful (apparently sobbing and thanking them as i continue to live in poverty to avoid further burdening them about my own human needs doesnt count) and essentially need to pick myself up by the bootstraps and afford my own cats (as though this freak timing, the ever worsening economy, or whether better jobs actually hire me is somehow totes under my control) so, yknow. yay for bonus stress

[crimsonbubble]

cw. fluff bc im trying to appease my daddy issues, gn!reader *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[ever since I started talking with @lucyisdoingfine I've been writing fics to deal with my daddy issues 😭😭]

the day started off normal; going through maintenance and paper work, yknow the usual stuff. day quickly turned into night, the warm air turned cool and crisp. you sift through your closet, grabbing a specific navy blue zip up jacket and carelessly throwing it on before making your way to the common room.

you hurriedly walked into the kitchen, fiddling with the kettle to make a quick cup of tea. you picked at the loose threads on the sleeves of your jacket, mindlessly watching the water boil. the others were scattered through the barracks, some heading in for the night and some trying to finish a bulk of work.

price held files in his hands, eyes raking your figure quickly. the size of the jacket on you looked a bit big but nothing too out of the ordinary. it wasn't until you shifted the hood that price realized why it looked familiar.

the jacket was his; the bold white letters of his last name decorated the back of it.

he thought he misplaced it, but somehow you had managed to weasel it into your closet. he placed the files down on the counter, moving to stand behind you.

"now why are you going around and taking things that aren't yours?"

you jump slightly, clutching the jacket as you moved back. you couldn't find a way to get yourself out of this situation, not that you wanted to.

"it's warm," you pull on the sleeves, holding the jacket tighter. "and smells like you."

his eyes soften, a shy smile making its way onto his face as he pulls you to his chest. he holds you gently, rubbing your back.

"might as well take my heart then too."

[kiwibongos]

i dont really infodump in general at all but im doing it cus i need some ideas off my chest. do you freak with angst? perhaps an unhappy ending?

// sdr2 chapter 5+ending spoilers ig. also kuzuhina au baybee

so i had an idea of like. what if nagito DID actually bomb the island, taking everyone out alongside himself?

so when nagito finds out that he alongside all the other participants (aside from chiaki) are remnants of despair he just wants to end everything for good bc he doesnt think the ones he called "symbols of hope" deserved to live. so bombs are spread all around the islands forreal this time, and hes still just as vague and ominous, never really specified how many bombs there were, what island it was on, and left it up to the survivors to try and figure it out. so they'd all been searching for days, but to no avail, and at the very last moment when fuyuhiko finds them at the military base (nagito had just freshly died + placed them on the truck), he drags the others there to check it out. once nagito's video message to them ends, the bombs go off alongside a chain of other explosions across every island. the remaining survivors ran out of the factory, barely on time, and everything started crumbling around them, and all the others were downed one by one, crushed underneath falling structures with no time to be saved

but somehow haj and fuyu survived (who were farther away and had more time to react), the others dying right in front of their own eyes. but they ran away, retreating to the warehouse immediately. and hajime just takes a minute to crumble in fuyuhikos arms wishing he couldve saved them. until they hear music echoing in the warehouse. they walk down, and past a curtain, they find nagitos body with a spear through his head. (the fire/poison didnt go off btw, it wasnt really necessary in his plan.)

im sure u can imagine hajime was fucking raging at that point just breaking down and stressing out, how mad he was at nagito for running away like this and inflicting all this pain onto everyone, and monokuma let him do it since yknow, technically he couldnt punish him for a crime he hadnt committed yet, and all this happened in a matter of minutes. but fuyuhiko snaps him out of his panic for a second and knocks something through hajimes head, and the realization hits; it’s just them now. they’re the only ones left

and neither of them know what to do

but their first thought was to get out of this factory as fast as possible, so thats the first thing they do, navigating through the fire and leaving the entire fifth island, and hope that maybe they can find a way out of here, or ask monokuma or monomi for help (since the island is in shambles, they must have to let them go right?), so they wander around, hoping maybe then something would happen, but there wasn't any sight of monokuma or monomi. the fire kept on spreading, the smoke was getting worse, so fuyuhiko and hajime eventually retreat back at the military base (one of the few places untouched by the bombs) so they could catch their breath, collect their thoughts, and make a plan (or hopefully monokuma would come to them, if they stay in one place.)

they just kinda sit inside of a garage for a while, talk a little and comfort eachother through it, hajime is crushed by guilt and horror, but he realizes they wont accomplish anything just by sitting here. and if he couldnt save the others, he can save him and fuyuhiko. so haj leaves fuyuhiko in the garage with determination to think of something to get them off this island somehow. he looks for ways of escape, like the helicopter outside, but no fuel. he looks for materials or tools for a boat, but the island had been extremely lacking in that, everything was either burned or missing by now, so even their most plausible idea was destroyed. when hajime returns to the garage in a panic, pacing around, fuyuhiko realizes they arent getting off this island. they cant wait here forever. but hes known this for a while, and he knows what he has to do now

eventually, he hands hajime a pistol(acquired from the truck of firearms outside), and asks him to kill him so it could finally be over

obviously hajime refuses at first, but fuyuhiko begs him, because he isn’t a good person and he doesn’t have much else to live for, while hajime has singlehandedly saved everyones asses, he deserved to escape more than anyone else here, he basically tells him 'its time you take care of yourself.' by now, hajime was crying, but they’ve been at this dead end for so long, he knew he had to do it or else they’d never be getting off this island. so hajime just had to accept it, so he just holds him close, says his final goodbyes before making it quick for him

pulling that trigger hurt him more than anything, knowing he'd failed to the end, but anyway boom monokuma comes out congratulating him, ends the simulation, and hajime is the winner

also postgame babey; when things end here, hajime would wake up from the simulation, and since he never got to choose his own future alongside everyone else, he wakes up as izuru kamukura, inside the abandoned pod room. he's not entirely empty i think, izuru and hajime still would have "merged" afterwards, but his memories of the simulation are very fuzzy very quickly, so hajime is somewhere in there, mourning, justi n the deepest parts of his mind. but thats a whole thing to get into. the survivors, fuyuhiko, and everything that happened, are just kind of like a vague nightmare that sticks with you no matter how much you try to forget it

but he just leaves the pod room, and lurks around the city without any other purpose to serve anymore, all alone. the future foundation hasnt found him since

edit: side note i was really back and forth on it for a while but i finally wrote this into a fic lol. the brainrot consumes

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Snugglebugs || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen Warnings: none Wordcount: 934

Summary: nothing better after a rough mission then a cuddle session with your loved one. AN: and sometimes you just gotta write smol lil snippets of fluff yknow. ---------------

It was obvious that the mission was exhausting when everyone send on it was whining and groaning that they were glad to be home while leaving the jet. If even Rogue was unstable and tired on her feet then it was clear the mission had taken a lot out of everyone. The crew scattered among the communal showers, with everyone shedding their suits or at least the heaviest parts of their suits as quickly as they possibly could.

Kurt was quietly stretching his sore muscles as Gambit dropped his cuirass in the locker assigned to him, a blissful silence between them that the Cajun eventually interrupted.

"Dunno about you, but Gambit's ready to call it a night."

"Ach, mein Freund, you're reading my mind," Kurt sighed, the stretching alleviating a bit of the exhaustion in his body, "a warm bed and a nap sounds wonderful right about now."

After trading his own suit for a much more casual fit in clothing, Kurt vanished from the room, with Gambit half rolling his eyes in amusement.

"Don't know whatcha complaining about, Bleu. Some of us still gotta walk to our room."

Entering his room, Kurt startled for a second as he hadn't expected Miranda there. She was lounging on his bed, reading some book he couldn't see the title of. His whole body language softened as he watched her being so relaxed on his bed, slowly approaching her and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Hi, Süße. What are you reading?"

"Moby Dick. Library here is full of classics I never got around to reading. Waiting for you to come home seemed like the perfect time to read some of them. ... You okay?"

"Just tired," he said softly, the sudden heaviness of his muscles returning, "the mission took a lot out of everyone today. Can I... No, never mind."

She lowered the book, taking a bookmark and marking where she left off before shutting the book. She looked at him with a quizzical look on her face as he didn't finish his request. He got caught in her gaze, watching as the deep shades of green that made up the forest of her eyes studied him curiously before she gestured over to him to just come join her in a cuddle.

"Are you sure? I don't want to cross your boundaries, you been having a lot of-"

"Kurt," her voice was somehow firm, gentle and warm at the same time, "if it was crossing a boundary I wouldn't be offering it. C'mere, you look like you need a cuddle."

Okay, that was fair enough. He accepted her offer, curling up against her and resting his head to her chest. His sharp ears picked up the gentle sound of her heartbeat, and he really couldn't help a purr escaping him as she ran her fingers through his hair. He couldn't help but feel a slight blush creep onto his cheeks, suddenly very aware that she was showing him a great deal of trust and vulnerability in this move. She trusted him. The very notion of that was warming his heart, while the comfort of her embrace was soothing his mind and aching body.

"You alright, baby?" Miranda asked softly, wrapping both arms around him so she could run one of her hands softly over his back in a soothing motion.

"... I'm so tired, Miranda," Kurt murmured, listening to her heartbeat as his eyes slowly blinked shut to the comfort she was providing, "this mission was a lot. A lot of work, a lot of pain to people who didn't deserve to get caught in the crossfire, a lot of trying to make amends and help rebuild and I just... I need you right now..."

She softened a lot at that, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head while keeping her touch gentle. She kept running her fingers through his hair, her other hand rhythmically going over his back to soothe him.

"I'm here for you, my love," she said softly, pressing several more kisses to his head, "you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone all the time. I'm here to help carry the burden, that's the least I can do in return for everything you do for me."

He sighed, lightly pushing himself out of her arms just enough so he could look at her, allowing himself to get lost in the deep emerald color of her eyes, before she softly cupped his face in her hand and stole a soft kiss- one he immediately responded to with a deeper kiss of his own, the need for her comfort loud and clear in that gesture. She kissed him back, matching his passion, and only when he pulled away to breathe did she wrap her arms back around him to pull him back into their previous embrace.

"C'mere. Get some rest," she murmured, gently playing with a strand of his navy blue hair, "I'll be here when you wake up. And if need be, I'll wake you up for dinner; I could even go fetch some and we can just have dinner in bed. How does that sound?"

"Wunderbar. Thank you, Süße," he said with a yawn, allowing his eyes to blink shut again as the steady beat of her heart helped him drift off to sleep. She just pressed another soft kiss on the top of his head, keeping the soothing and gentle motions of her hands going as having him back in her arms granted her just as much comfort as it did for him.

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @rngaredead :)

For simplicity's sake I'm going to go with just my biDEMONium/trentcrimminallybeautiful ao3 and not try to combine it with my thesorrowoflizards one (why do i have more than one? because i was, among other things, an idiot who didn't know how pseuds worked next question) even though that would probably double some of these numbers lkfjgh

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Again, just on this account? 171 (some of those are oneshot compilations though)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

661,851 for now

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Ted Lasso, The Mysterious Benedict Society, The House on the Cerulean Sea, House MD, Death by Dying, Instinct, King Falls AM. Also, sort of Gravity Falls. Mostly those first two though, tbh. This one I think I will include other fandoms I've written and posted for on other accounts because it's fun and less about math. So also Shadowhunters, The Librarians, The Mentalist, The Dresden Files (TV), Roswell New Mexico, The Sandman, Star Trek, Professor Layton, Sanders Sides, Miraculous Ladybug, and sort of The Legend of Zelda. Also see, for unposted or posted a very long time ago and no longer something I would willingly share, Supernatural, Dirk Gently (both 2016 and 2010), Doctor Who, Warehouse 13, SurrealEstate, Person of Interest, Haven, Leverage, Bones. Psych, and probably more

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth (Trent/Ted - 1,157 kudos)

semaphore (Trent/Ted; Trent & Colin - 997 kudos)

off the handle (Trent/Ted - 736 kudos)

linger (Trent/Ted - 709 kudos)

a preacher, a bikini, and a kiss or two (Trent/Ted; Diamond Dogs - 673 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to but I always get really busy/tired and then it's been so long it feels like it would be weird if I did. Plus, sometimes my answers by nature of the comments can get repetitive and then even though I'm being sincere I feel insincere which sucks. However, if a comment has a direct question or something I actually have like, something unique to say about, I'm much more likely to respond sooner rather than later/never. I appreciate every single comment soooo much though literally my motivation to get through the day like 80 percent of the time

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to stick with Ted Lasso fics here since I have so many fics posted and this is my Ted Lasso sideblog and say... well, most of the time I have a bittersweet ending and then some sort of hopeful epilogue (such as with ink sunset and make a mess of you) but I guess betrayal's sting / absolution's balm or something to get off my chest may qualify?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh, honestly, most of them are happy endings. I think trick & treat and matters of the heart end on particularly high notes?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in this fandom! Yet

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh, yeah, baby. So much. Not sure what "kind" means in this context. It sure is explicit smut. I have tended almost exclusively towards hot transgender sex the last few years because. yknow. hi. but somehow I don't think that's the intention in the question.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do, but I haven't posted a lot. Only one on this account (a Gravity Falls x The Mysterious Benedict Society crossover that started as a joke because of a shared actress) although I had an interesting Shadowhunters x The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess fusion on my other account. I've written some pretty weird WIPs, though. And I've got some posts about Ted Lasso crossover/AUs, like a Sarah Jane Adventures AU, a Pushing Daisies AU, a Stardust AU... You can find that kind of thing in this tag on my blog.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Not in this fandom, though, as far as I'm aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Again, not in this fandom, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh, man, I don't know if I can decide. Magnus/Alec (TV version only I'll die on this hill) will always hold a special place in my heart, but I've got other "obsessed with this when I was a kid" ships and also recency bias/current hyperfixation means Trent/Ted screams as an immediate answer, and so on and so forth. I'm bad at picking favorites. Overall, I'd probably say one of those two, or both.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Sticking to Ted Lasso again (I have. so many MBS WIPs. god.) I'd say lost sight of (who you are) (lost motivation, want to finish, fuck!!) or sweeter than heaven (hotter than hell) (got mad at it), or!! oh!!! ink sunset (stuck) and possibly the next installment of matters of the heart. Yeah, I have a problem

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at being funny and also at eloquent but perhaps a little too verbose metaphors. I love me an elaborate metaphor

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

It's hard for me to focus and get what I have in my head out sometimes, even when I really want to. Whether it's being unable to organize or just my brain flat-out refusing to cooperate and do anything. Also, I'm way too like. easily discouraged with lack of feedback, and even a little negative feedback can kind of ruin my week and make me never wanna go back to that story ever again.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I just realized. The questions seemed familiar but I wasn't sure why and now I know, now that I've gotten to this question. I have done this game before and I remember bc of this question. I was confused bc it was under a different name, I think the questions were in a different order, and it was sometimes slightly differently worded but nope! This is the same one! Weird Anyway, just for this particular question, I'm going to copy-paste my old answer because I'm lazy. I’m extremely bad at linguistics in general, so if I must include someone talking in another language in my fic, I think I’d tend to cheat and do italics or some other indication that this is ‘in another language’ (ie “Where are you going?” she asked in Russian), but that’s admittedly a lazy approach. But I also think it’s probably better than butchering it with an auto-translator? Also, when people just include the translation in the end notes, even with a link (although that makes it marginally better) it breaks the flow of the story and makes it hard to read. Making an effort to at least match grammar is good (which I would do if it was for longer than a single scene, probably) but I think the best solution is when people know what they’re doing and like, have an actual translation with a little html code so you can click on it and it reveals what it means? Or if you’re clever, revealing what it means using context around it, but that has its own limitations. So that both like, uses the actual language and doesn’t break up the flow. It balances accessibility, flow, and respect for the other language in question well. But you’ve got to both know what you’re doing with the language (either asking someone/hiring someone/knowing the language yourself) and the html (although there are guides for that you’d have to spend time figuring it out + know it exists in the first place to look). And this is fanfiction, something we ultimately do for free in our spare time, so the lazy approach, I think, can be understandable. Maybe not in every context, but it’s not worth stressing a lot over in a few random lines or anything, you know? It is really cool when people do know a language well enough to include it properly in a fic, though, it can say a lot about a character or dynamic; and their background(s) and like. it’s neat :)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ever? Doctor Who. And I don't remember the order, but after that I know I wrote some stuff about Star Trek (mostly TNG but I believe also TOS), Supernatural, A:LTA, Marvel, WTNV, and the Stanley Parable? I think I first posted either Supernatural or WTNV

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I have no idea. Some of my top ones (for Ted Lasso again) would be matters of the heart and trick & treat I suppose?

Tagging: whoever wants to do this man, I probably tagged everyone I'd normally tag last time so if you see this and you wanna do it, go ahead and tag me and do it!

[walnutcookie]

hello there mister almond sir i just read your Misfortune infodump and i. am intrigued. i would like to hear more pretty please /nf

MISFORTUNE RANT PART 2💥💥 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK BWAAA/GEN ...

part 1 here

so . Unfortunately i am a sucker for fluff and also capchat so that is precisely the ending my fanon gets HXVDKDB

langue comes to visit cappu in her office the day after he saw misfortune again and finds her like half dead with a hangover and theyre like Hey. What the fuck happened. shes a little hesitant because yknow not everyone will believe you when you say theres a giant 10 foot raven inside of you!! but he tells langue EVERYTHING and based on what cappu tells them. They believe her!! they are horrified and greatly disgusted (thhey dont like the thought of a giant bird covered in blood crawling in and out of cappus mouth so they make her swish out his mouth before they kiss him /hj)

but langue is a stubborn fuck. a perfectionist and an overachiever. they are going to fight misery itself just to prove they can. So!! misfortune feeds off of cappuccino being miserable? then they just have to make her life As good and lovely as possible so that he never feels miserable. or at least not enough for it to feed off of her

they manage to convince their parents (who were never very fond of cappu and just saw her as a bad influence for their precious lovely child) to let cappu move in with them temporarily and they quickly start to adore him because Of Course They Do. Langue is going to nag him about every little thing until he Actually Does It so eventually they manage to get him a proper sleep schedule, wean her off of cigarettes, heavily cut her daily coffee intake, and most importantly keep her from being isolated so often. Love wins !

obviously it takes a loong time and misfortune is NOT happy that this little fuck is managing to ignore all of the disasters its causing (falling furniture. fires. shattered windows. anything it can manage to do) and somehow not die from any of it and eventually They succeed ! Cappuccino is actually happy! even though misfortune still tries to make her life a living hell she now has support from langue AND their parents and so shes able to actually push through and recover from his bad luck instead of just having to sit there and endure it (or desperately find ways to escape it)

right now the silly ending is misfortune senses a very very miserable being walking down the street and goes to hide in them instead but it turns out it was ROGUEFORT and misfortune has thousands of year old beef with their sentient cloak goddess (lupine) and it escapes heavily weakened.

it is so itty bitty now. but it has found that movie theaters produce a good amount of misery for it to feed off of and it lives in there now lol. Diversity win! The spirit of misfortune likes popcorn!

this is all just a silly ending though idk if its canon or not . Either way misfortune leaves cappu and finds another victim HXBDKFB

meanwhile cappu is FUCKING DYING!!! It clawed its way out of his chest since it no longer cared if she died or not and had no use for her it just left her to die. Thankfully it was in langues house so he was rushed to a hospital as soon as langue saw her with his chest literally wide open (they frew up) and Cappu Survived!!!!

thats basically it HXVDKF cappu rides in a car while conscious for the first time in years when langues parents drive her home from the hospital and he is an Anxious Mess because of how many accidents hes been in and how its caused her to be absolutely terrified of cars. but langue is there to hold his hand and. um. yeah just kind of hold her hand because they are AWFUL at comforting people. But their parents try to say some comforting things !!! poor thang is trembling

if anyone has any questions i would love to answer :3!! i love this silly raven thang so much

[icey--stars]

it took me only two days to read fourth wing and now i wanna cry for way too many reasons.

fourth wing spoilers below!! (ONLY the first book, i haven't read iron flame yet, so please don't spoil anything)

first off, i got WAYYY to attached to liam and paid for it dearly. i was literally sitting here "I HAVE ONE SINGULAR CHARACTER I NEED TO LIVE THROUGH THIS BATTLE" because i already obviously knew violet SOMEHOW survived since there is a book two and xaden, because the author is likely too addicted now. but liam??? no plot armor and it made me sad.

secondly, xaden's backstory has me in a chokehold and i wanna write about it so bad but im holding back because i have to read iron flame first to learn what canon is so i can say "fuck canon" knowledgeably. like the 107 scars?? (it is 107, right?) im so sad for him. and his mom and dad?? and the rest of the rebellion-children??? sobbing uncontrollably.

im also interested to see what the other squad members do now that violet has joined the revolution with all the other rebellion children. like, i need my rhiannon (sorry if that spelling is wrong) and i want to meet this mysterious girl she keeps going "on off" with.

oh and DAIN. OH MY GOSH. at first, i liked him. then i hated him because he kept getting in the damn way. and now i officially hate him. like the execution of amber?? when he tried to read her memories?? that was the last straw. when he actually did it before the climax of the book? yeah, buddy, you ain't digging out of that hole. you're like a tamlin now. you ARE tamlin. first love, and way too protective.

also i just love how tairn acts like a dad lmao. andarna is just adorable but terrifying in her power.

also, ngl, but i think i caught most, if not all, of the foreshadowing in the book. like, they start talking about this black dragon? yeah, he's gonna be relevant later. they start talking about a feathertail? yep, important. or the FABLES? that book, as soon as it couldn't be found in the archives, I KNEW. I KNEW. BRO I KNEW

i loved brennan from the beginning also. like, he just sounded so cool and epic and honorable?? i did NOT expect him to be alive but yknow, he was awesome and im very glad to see him alive. i just wanna know how tf he is.

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ANYWAY. i had to get some of that excited screaming/sobbing off my chest. i'll hopefully start iron flame soon, but who knows with my procrastination. (i'll probably do it so i can write for the fandom tbh lmao)

[cupidthewriter]

Confessions Pt. 1

I want to post something so for now, have this bit of pre-confession Sage and Gloxinia cuteness. This story will cover the "when her family started trying to get her to marry someone Gloxinia finally made a damn move and she left the human world for good."

“You’ve been off all day. Please tell me what's troubling you… I don’t like seeing you upset.” Gloxinia never moved, as if waiting for her to reciprocate and meet him halfway. She could tell he wanted her to. He always preferred to be close. 

Sage sighed, relenting and laying her head against his chest. “My family wants me to get married.” 

“Married?” Gloxinia tilted his head, ears twitching a bit as if confused. “What’s… marry-ing?” 

“Marriage is when two people decide they’ll be together forever by law, and they’ll be with no one else. Usually they have babies and the wife has to take care of them.”

“Oh… marriage, huh.” he seemed to be turning the term over in his mind, thinking on it more. He tensed, “They want you to marry someone? Someone from your village? But you…” the words caught in his throat, “Well, that's a life-long decision. You’re… you’re far too young!”   

Sage hummed in confirmation, not noticing his panicked expression and downturned ears. “Twenty four isn’t that young for humans to marry. My parents think it’ll straighten me out.” She looked in her lap, feeling selfish for taking refuge in his arms. “I don’t know, I think they’re hoping if they try hard enough to pretend I’m normal, I’ll be normal.” 

“You are normal,” she felt him nuzzle the top of her head, sounding frustrated on her behalf. She wondered if he’d hold her this close if he knew what this kind of contact meant for humans. 

“And even if you weren’t…” he laid his head atop hers, and she thought her heart might combust. “They should love you anyway… you’re wonderful.” 

Time passed and it was soon morning, the first rays of the sun shining in her eyes and pulling her from her dreams. Gloxinia was still asleep, looking painfully beautiful as he always did. His hair seemed to glow in the early golden rays.

It shone through his wings like stained glass, decorating them both with a kaleidoscope of dancing colors. Somehow the rays felt warmer than normal sunlight. If time allowed, Sage could’ve stared at him for hours, but felt she wasn’t owed that luxury. She’d taken advantage of his kindness enough already. 

So, instead of staring at the Fairy King, she closed her eyes and curled up against him. Gloxinia always seemed a bit offended when she moved away, and… he was admittedly very comfortable to sleep on. She tried to memorize the feeling, knowing she may never be able to rest in his arms again. 

Later, when he finally woke, Sage was still feigning sleep. He must have moved, because the lovely colors she could still see through her eyelids shifted and disappeared. She felt him kiss her forehead, and her heart burned terribly.

She wanted nothing more than to hold him there, to keep him close, steal him away and bring him home. He was so perfect she wanted to cry, but no matter how much she wanted these things, actually doing them would make her as selfish as they come. 

Sage had twisted his kindness into something else— something she wasn’t sure if he understood, and couldn’t decide which option made her feel worse. Was it better for him to know and lead her on or to be blissfully unaware of the implications of his actions? And whether or not he understood, who was she to pull a king from his kingdom? 

Soon she had to pretend to wake up, and plan for the dreaded conversation ahead. When she opened her eyes however, there was no one around. 

“What? Where did he go?”

Masterlist here where you can find descriptions of sage and allll that good stuff.

I'll probably post part two... or just repost it and add more and more lol. I just really wanted to post SOMETHING, yknow? <3

pls reblog, its what makes tumblr go round

[karebears-blog]

Not sure if anyone would be interested in reading the game of Baldur’s Gate 3 from my Tav’s perspective but I’m going to post it anyway as a writing challenge for myself.

My Tav’s name is Rayla and I wanted to do the game challenge of multiclassing in every class. So I start her out as a bard and work up from there.

I had the idea to make a Tav that is just A Normal Guy but doesn’t look it when the crew first meets them. I also strongly dislike the jerkin that bards start in so I decided to make it part of a costume.

Romance-wise, I’m hoping for Halsin if he likes her enough! She’s a Good-aligned character so it’s only a matter of time.

Mods used are Party Limit Begone, Unlimited Dyeing, and All Clothes and Underwear in Tutorial Chest. No appearance or hair mods.

If anyone is still here, you probably care more about the actual story, so here goes!

“He broke his leg?!” Rayla cries, her hands full with the latest shipment of thick fabrics. She grips tighter to them as her teeth clench. “How?!”

“Well.” Leta stammers. “He was practicing for the next show! Yknow, he wants to play Lathander! He has to get good with swordplay!”

Rayla buries her face into the fabrics to suppress her screams. She raises her head. “And now what do we do? It isn’t as if we can get an understudy for the understudy.”

“I dunno. You’d have to check with Bildri.”

Rayla scoffs. “Yeah. That’ll be good.” She sighs. “Get back to it. I’ll talk to him.”

Leta sighs with relief and scurries off to the green room. Rayla delivers the fabrics to the costume shop and heads to the auditorium where Bildri is in the middle of another tirade.

“What did I ever do to deserve such a mediocre cast?!” He unfurls his rolled up script. “You spend so much time talking but it isn’t fast enough! This is urgent! Your dead father just rose from the dead and played a song! You have to tell the priest! Now! Stop dawdling on that side of the stage and hurry the fuck up!”

Ava fans herself as she huffs and turns back to her position at the top of the scene.

Rayla interjects. “Bildri, one sec—”

“What now? Your job is to keep problems away from me. What do you want?”

“Good to see you, too. Theris is out.”

“Who?”

Rayla sighs. “Thaydark is out. You need someone else to play him.”

Bildri, despite his size, shouts at the top of his lungs— filling the auditorium with his fury. He missed his calling as a barbarian.

“Now what?!” He slams his script on the floor. “The Gazette is coming tonight and I will not let them continue their smear campaign against this company! Against me!” He jabs his finger up at her. “Get to costume and make-up. You’re taking the part.”

“But—!”

“If you’re worth your wages, you know the blocking, lines, and music. We’ll get a flutist for the flute part but at least make it look good.”

Rayla starts to protest but Bildri shakes his head. “I know you’re going to bring up the contracts, the guilds, this, that, and the other— but understand that if the show doesn’t go on, we don’t get paid!”

Rayla groans and massages her temples before turning away. “Alright. I’ll get ready.”

This is a mistake. A big mistake. She can’t sing. She can’t act. She’s just here to make sure the show doesn’t fall apart. Take care of the animals and tell them where to go. Cast a little magic to get them through. Check props. Carry equipment. Manage inventory!

But somehow she’s here in the chair, getting her face painted a pale azure, her lips a brilliant blue, and a wig glued to her head. It’s as hot as Zariel’s underboobs in this jerkin. And then she gets a ridiculous mustache and goatee glued to her face.

When she gets on stage, she stumbles through the lines, only managing the blocking because she has to know it. When they get to the musical bit, Bildri waves to move onto the next scene. Thank the gods.

She fumbles through rehearsal, feeling nauseous by the end of it. But the show starts in an hour so she shovels some food down her gullet.

It makes her wonder why the Gazette decided to come today. It’s their matinee. The show is almost over. Why didn’t they come to opening night?

Likely, Bildri had to beg them to come after the disaster that was Springtime’s Lament. Yeah, they had a good time tearing that one apart.

And now she’s just going to add fuel to the fire.

—

Curtains up. She casts Heroism on herself to steel her nerves and lies back in the casket. She’s rolled out on stage. The rumbling is louder than usual. She takes a deep breath. Shuts her eyes.

On her cue, she pushes the coffin open and sits up just in time for the building to shake around her.

Everyone screams. Rayla looks up and watches a massive tentacle swing down onto her.

[secretsappyabode]

Fuck it it’s MY house I GET to make silly little fics about my fave turtle family. The POV will be in second person, but this is specifically about my insert rather than a generic x reader fic yknow?

I’m gonna try make a head canon/ fic for each member of the family, so everyone will get their own post basically. First up is Mikey.

In the past 5 years of…let’s call it “travelling”, you never expected to find friends, let alone a family

And yet here you are, getting roped into… whatever it is these turtles get roped into

Still, you have to admit, it’s nice not being on your own. Finally having company for once. It takes time to adjust, but eventually you go from bringing your dish to your room and eating alone, to actually joining them at the dinner table! And talking to them! Go you!!

Lord, since when did a group of teenagers intimidate you? You’re in your 20s for god sake

Your travels had made you more reserved, more serious, and survival mode hasn’t turned off yet. You’re not the silly, joyful, positive person you once were a few years ago, as much as you wish you could go back to what you used to be.

And now you’re living in the same quarters as a group of turtles who are anything but serious. They’re fun, goofy, and have this sincerity with each other that makes you feel the pit in your stomach grow because you yearn for that connection. You ache for even a moment of simple validity of your friendship with them.

But can you have it? Do you even belong with them? Can you even call yourself a friend? An acquaintance even? You feel a bit out of place…

But they don’t seem to think so. To them, you fit in just right.

Mikey

The first to warm up to you. He’s not sure himself, but he was somehow getting some good vibes from you.

Your initial reservation didn’t bother him, you find. Apparently the purple clad turtle is quite similar in disposition. He would ask you as many questions as possible, to which you listen quietly and answer casually.

You liked his youthful personality. So enthusiastic and earnest, it made you a little jealous. But he never clashed with your mellow energy, in fact he complimented yours. (You wish you had some of that energy. You miss being positive)

You don’t know how he did it, but he somehow figured out your drawing hobby. Damn it, this was supposed to be a private thing. “You’re an artist and you didn’t tell me??? WE COULD HAVE BEEN ARTS AND CRAFTS BUDDIES THIS WHOLE TIME??”

You sheepishly reveal your sketches and he excitedly shows his designs. This turns into art trades which turns into art sessions where you talk about your processes together. He teaches you some really good shading tips. You teach him about expressions and form. You feel good about your art for once.

If the teens have one thing in common, they love your hugs. Mikey is the first to know what they feel like.

It happened to you suddenly, where he was thanking you for some odd favour you did for him and he wrapped you up in a tight hug. You were caught off guard, but eventually wrapped your arms across his shell. But as soon as you did that he quickly retracted from you.

“Shoot! Sorry, I should have asked first. Usually I’m really good with this but I just got so carried away and-.”

You tell him not to worry about it. It’s been so long since you received a hug, or any sort of positive touch for that matter. You just weren’t used to it, is all.

“Oh! Okay! In that case, wanna try again?” You’re prepared this time and bring your arms around him again. He leans his head on your chest and you feel him snuggle in a bit. This…is nice. You try to ignore the long years you endured without any sort of positive affirmation or care or sign of love or anything like that. You ignore the fact that you haven’t felt a hug this warm and close in a long time. You’re gonna ignore the wetness in your eyes now.

Mikey uses the “youngest sibling” puppy dog eyes on you and always tries to pull the “baby of the family” move. This is to no avail. No matter how hard he tries, you just don’t give in. This makes it harder when the other turtles want you to do something for them (and totally not against the rules)

“How is this possible?? Mikey is our secret weapon he ALWAYS works.” “How do my undefeatable little brother moves not work on you??” he wails. “Jokes on you, brother. For you see, I am the youngest sister in MY family, so therefore I am immune to your tricks!”

“SHOCKED GASP” “Dangit!” “Aw come on!” “GAHH! So powerful……”

Eventually you meet the infamous Dr Feelings the more you show yourself. He’s convinced that you need to “come out of your shell” and “stop isolating yourself” and “allow the help people offer in your life”

That last statement, you tell him that he needs to follow that as well. That he doesn’t have to be the “family therapist” all the time and he’s still young and why is he taking on such emotional problems bro he is 15 who let a 15 year old tackle everyone’s mental health?? You tell him that it’s ok if it all gets to be too much sometimes.

He gets quiet at that. Silently absorbing your words in his mind. It feels a little eerie if you’re completely honest. Seeing him sit there fiddling with his “therapist” glasses and averting eye contact, it’s like someone stripped away his personality and pasted on somebody else’s.

All you can do is stare intently at him, hoping he gets your message. You’ve been where he is now, and you know how rough it can get. You’d hate to see him fall down that same rabbit hole, and you’d be damned if you would let that happen to him. After everything that’s happened to you, to him, to this family. He has to know what you’re saying. He has to listen.

Mikey takes off his glasses and you notice a shimmer in his eyes. “You know what? I think….Dr Feelings really needed to hear that.”

After that night, he comes to you whenever he feels his “tazz isn’t very razzy” so to speak. Something about you and what you said just makes him feel more comfortable to admit those not-so-good thoughts around you. “Maybe it’s my inherent wisdom” you joke. “You can only say that if you’re like “old” old. Like OLD old old. Dad old” (you hear splinter shout from the other room)

“Hey come on I’ve got more wisdom in me than the average dad.” “Oh yeah? Impart some sagely wisdom, your wisely wisdomness” “You stink” “THATS NOT WISDOM”

Expect a lot of hugs from him. Everyone in this family is pretty affectionate, but he makes up 90% of it

You used to go on errands by yourself, but now…maybe some company wouldn’t hurt

He’s the first one you invite, making it his and your Thing ™️. Errand time is bonding time. It’s sacred.

And then the other turtles found out and now it’s practically a family outing

During the early days when you joined them on missions, he would show off a little bit (maybe not as much as Leo did, but you could tell his tricks were getting more showy)

He just wants you to be proud of him

He’d call for you to watch him as he swung his weapon at their enemies, showing no remorse as he kicked their asses

Only to turn around like “Hey did you see me?? Was I cool or what??”

All you can do is stare gobsmacked as you give a thumbs up.

Mikey was the first for everything in your friendships with the Hamato clan. Your first friend, the first to confide into, the first you indulged in your hobbies with, the first you personally invited to hang out with-

He was your littlest brother.

And you would do anything for him. For all of them.

[wishitweresummer]

Yknow an underrated tk trope that I love and need more of? The fell through the floor and is now trapped

YES and the best version of that is when it is two people teasing the one that is trapped. One underneath and one up top. Luckily, we have some amazing triples in our fandom. Two of my fav…

~~Dream Team and Karlnapity~~

Okay so, first question. Who’s falling through the floor?

Dream Team

I gotta say George. Gogy was doing something dumb. He probably deserves the tickles he’s about to be receiving if we are all honest with each other.

He was picking on Sapnap and they started rough housing, then…George is suddenly caught halfway between the upstairs and downstairs. In sync they scream “DREAAAAM!!!!” for help. (Helpless without him.) ((I love them))

His voice is heard from downstairs. “George?”.

Karlnapity

It’s gonna be Karl. He’s so tall and spindly imagine his legs kicking out in panic gahh.

They’re all together when Karl’s foot finds a weakspot in the wood and he crashes through. Quackity takes off down the stairs to possibly catch him. (A ridiculous thought for the small small man…but we all know he would catch him anyway.)

Who is going to start the tickling?

Dream Team

Sapnap is quickly remembering every time George has ever teased him and been a menace, and it’s a lot. After a quick little check to make sure he isn’t in pain and is truly trapped, Sapnap sticks his fingers right into George’s worst spot, his armpits.

Dream was going to try to be helpful, he really was! Sapnap is definitely going to get the ball rolling with the tickles and once Dream hears his precious Gogy shrieking and laughing away he goes into trance. He needs to hear more. Nowwww.

Karlnapity

Karl is kind of screwed here. The very second he realizes he is trapped he knows he’s about to have the muffin tickled out of him. I headcannon these three to always have tickling fresh on the mind.

Sapnap, just like how he would with the Dream Team, goes for the kill right away. He grabs Karl right where his neck meets his shoulders, where he’s his absolute weakest.

And as soon as Quackity realized Karl was not in pain he found the situation cripplingly funny. He holds on to one of Karl’s squirmy legs and just doubles over in his insane chaotic laughter. (A terrifying noise to hear when you are trapped.) When he hears Karl’s reaction to Sapnap’s shenanigans he joins in very playfully. Once he calms down, he starts grabbing at Karl’s jumpy hips and waist.

Tickly reactions~

Dream Team

Poor George just goes feral. His arms are trapped close to his body and he has absolutely no hope of stopping Sapnap’s evil fingers from wedging into his underarms. His cute little head just drops back and he his cackling like a maniac. He kicks his legs desperately.

Dream coo’s at the precious laughter. Somehow, George’s insaaaane cackling is one of the things he finds most endearing about him. He grabs hold of one of the frantic legs and latches onto the thigh, squeezing some horrified screaming out of the trapped boy.

George is so unbelievably helpless and had no expectation of the tickles before they came so he is just a mess. Red faced. Begging desperately. It’s humiliating, but he can’t handle it at all and he knows the only way he is getting out of here is getting Dream to feel sympathy for him. And he can’t even see Dream!

All he can see through his watery eyes is this horribly smug and determined look on Sapnap’s face. Sapnap switches to tickling at his chest and collarbone and George is so sure he won’t survive. He can hardly scrunch up and is basically just stuck there taking it. Sapnap is close too, it’s all so flustering.

Down where he can’t see, Dream’s stupid giant hands are wrapped around his little legs and he can nottttt stand it.

“Please!” “Guys I can’t!” “FUCK!!” “Dream I’m going to die!” “You have to stoppp!!” “FUUUCK!”

He curses out Sapnap’s whole life and begs Dream with such embarrassing pleads he knows be will never live it down.

Karlnapity

Karl has complicated feelings for tickling.

When he sees that look in Sapnap’s eyes he flushes. When he hears Quackity’s laughter somewhere beneath him he squirms. Butterflies crop up in his stomach and he whimpers.

“Sap come on not there!!!”

He’s just a little helpless squealing noodle while Sapnap takes his need to torture out on him for a little. Massaging his shoulders riiiiight where it makes Karl convulse. Karl let’s out the most precious little wail when Quackity collects himself and starts tickling him, too.

Sapnap gets down and switches to teasing his love. He kisses and plays with Karl’s blushing ears. It’s horribly cute.

Quackity is out of view so the tickling is a bit worse down below. Karl feels playful grabs and squeezes darting around his midsection. Firm at his hips and gentle at his sides.

It could be worse. Karl knows firsthand what they are both capable of. But, they keep the tickles at a playful and teasing level. It kills him anyway. The focused attention of his fiancés always does. Somehow, they always know what they are doing.

Karl’s giggles are precious and hysterical. His hands are trapped down at his sides and they clap open and shut helplessly. He dies under the affection of his fiancés. Quackity knows just where to grab, that evil evil man. Sapnap’s flustering lips tease at his warm ears and drive him up a wall.

—Sleepy thank you thank you!!! I had so much fun writing this, I hope you like it! Guys pls tell me what you think!!

[omnidemidisaster]

🔞

Carmen x Richard smut

Rquest. When I tell you I'm so happy someone finally requested these two-

Nsfw warning: Sex ( obviously ), gentle femdom, riding, mostly just soft and romantic sex between them cause they deserve it :]

"After work love"

Richard closed to the door to his home with a huff. He was tired, hot, and above all pissed. Richard had walked to his living room and sat down on his couch, letting out a pained groan. Carmen had noticed he was on the couch, smiled a little and walked over.

"Hey dear! How was work?" She greeted, smiling sweetly at him. Richard had looked up, seeing Carmen leaning over the couch in her usual sleeping lingere.

Richard had a sleepy smile, reaching up to take one of her hands into his own. "Much, much better now"

That caused a bit of concern for Carmen. "Did something happen?" She asked, caressing his hand with her thumb. Richard let out a sigh. "Well...Veronica keeps on putting more shit on my plate, the clients didn't want to cooperate with us, and Gerald was just being a pain in my ass."

Carmen nodded. Recently, it seemed there was more and more issues coming home with Richard. "Well, I'm sorry dear" She leaned down to kiss Richard on his forehead. "If only I can get you to not get so upset like this..."

That was when a lightbulb lit. Sure it may not get rid of all his problems, but for now it can make him forget about work at home.

"Yknow...Reynold is at one of his friends house for the night..And we hadn't done anything...intimate for a while" She said, using her free hand to make Richard look at her. Richard knew what she was implying and went red. She let out a small laugh at his reaction. "So, what do ya say?"

Richard thought about it and nodded. Carmen smiled in triumph, going down to kiss Richard on his lips. Richard would kiss her back, having one hand on her shoulder to have her be closer.

After a few moments, the two pulled away. "How about meet me in the bedroom in 5, hm?" Richard would nod, his cheeks pink with bashfullness. Carmen smiled and pet his hair before walking up to their shared bedroom.

5 minutes went by and Richard walked into the bedroom. Carmen sat on the bed, still in her lingere and her silk robe. The lights were dim and the roomed smelled of floral scented candles. On their side table was two water bottles, a pack of baby wipes, and clean underwear for afterwards.

Richard felt his cheeks heat up more. Carmen would make a come here motion with her fingers, which prompted Richard to walk by the bed. Carmen sat up on her knees and pulled him in for another kiss. Unlike the previous one on the couch, Richard would be able to actually do something. He would push her on the bed and hovered above her, continuing to kiss her.

Richard would pull away and looked down at Carmen. Her hair was messy now that she was laying down on the bed, the dim lights somehow made her features more attractive to him, her breathing was soft while she tried to catch her breath. God...how was he so damn lucky?

Carmen would let out a breathy laugh. "Did you miss me that much, Richie?" Carmen laughed, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. Richard would look away in slight embarrassment.

"I'm on the pill, so if you wanna go crazy go ahead" She purred out, circling his chest with her finger.

He would sit on the bed and reached to take off his tie and shirt before Carmen stopped him.

She pointed at the headboard, making Richard lay against the pillows. Carmen began to undress Richard, giving him kisses to any exposed skin she could see. It went from his neck to his collarbone to his chest and stomach. The deeper she went, the more and more his cheeks flushed red.

Carmen stopped at his pants. She would undo his belt and removed it. She would let it fall off the bed. She continued to remove his pants, his boxers going along with it. Once both his pants and boxers were gone, she looked up at Richard who was covering his face with his hands.

"Cmon sweetheart, let me see your face~"

Carmen would remove his hands from his face. He would look at her, flustered and nervous. Carmen chuckled and kissed his nose. "Baby, relax, would you? I swear you're redder than a tomato!"

Richard would chuckle a little, starting to calm down. "There it is, there's that smile" Carmen chuckled and kissed him on his lips, feeling him smiling against her lips. She would pull away and took off her robe. Richard watched in awe as she took off her sleeping lingere. He felt sort of self conscious knowing his wife was so beautiful and well shaped and he's got nothing.

Carmen would move so she could be next to Richard while facing him. Her hand had a gentle grip on his member. She began to slowly jerk him off, softly kissing up and down his neck.

Richard let out breathy moans while she pleasures him. After a few minutes of her jerking him off and kissing his neck, he would release into her hand with a groan. It got all over her hand, which prompted her to chuckle.

"Heheh, you're so precious, Richard" Carmen purred out. Richard would look embarrassed. Carmen chuckled at his reaction. She would lick the juices off her hand, making Richard watch and his hands gripping the bedsheets.

Once her hand was clean, she would move to where she hovered over his member. She had one hand on his shoulder for support and the other on the headboard. She would slowly press down onto him, the two moaning quietly in unison.

Once she was completely sitting on his lap, Richard couldn't help but just hug her close to him. She let out a surprised yelp before hugging him back.

"Are you okay, dear? Is something wrong?" She had asked, moving the hand from his shoulder to his hair. He put his head in her chest, hearing her heartbeat. "Yeah..I'm fine...More than that actually" He responded. His rough hands clasped on her hips.

His words and actions were responded with a small chuckle. Carmen then slowly started to move her hips up and down. Richard let out quiet, breathy moans. He moved his head away from her chest to look up at her.

His eyes were full of love, and so was his heart. Carmen pressed a kiss against his forehead. That small kiss left butterflies in Richard's stomach.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Carmen asked, giving him a playful smile.

"Uh...U-Uh huh"

Carmen would press another kiss on his forehead, happy with his response. Her hips continued to work up and down. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last time, but the feeling still felt foreign and so damn good for Richard.

Richard leaned forward and pressed kisses on her shoulders. She hummed.

It felt like eternity with how slow the two were, though it wasn't unpleasant. The couple usually have fast and rough sessions, so going slow and sensual wasn't common. Though for nights like these, the two practically needed this time to be slow and to really enjoy and love each other and their company.

Carmen ruffled his hair. Richard felt his stomach churning in such a wonderful way. He leaned back and looked at Carmen with half lidded eyes. His hips started to move to meet with hers. Carmen let out a surprised gasp.

"Carmen...sweetie...I'm..I'm close..." Richard mumbled out. Richard leaned his head back and closed his eyes fully. Carmen smiled and put her hand on his chest, slowly speeding up.

The moment she sped up, Richard was starting to let out much louder moans that he could barely control. He tried to control his noises, but damn, Carmen was like a witch and forcing these noises from him.

"D-Darling...I-Im gonna...Please..."

Carmen interpreted his needy words as begging for release. She would smile and pecked his lips. She leaned down by his ear and whispered in his ear.

"Do it, sweetheart. Let it all out for me~"

That was the straw that broke the camels back. A few more needy thrusts and he released everything inside. Carmen let out a shakey breath as she felt Richard fill her up.

He would kiss her deeply. The two would stay in this warm, loving embrace. Eventually Carmen pulled away. She would giggle before getting of him. Richard's lap was warm and a bit sticky...eugh.

Carmen took the baby wipes and began to clean his lap up, careful not to touch his sensitive sex and overstimulate him. Richard started to catch his breath as she cleaned him up. She would hum quietly as she cleaned up her exhausted husband and herself. She may had been on birth control, but she still didn't want the risk.

Richard would change himself to fresh pajamas after being cleaned up. He did feel bad that Carmen took control of tonight with both the sexual activies and cleaning up, so he had an idea.

As Carmen laid in the bed, all clean and in one of Richard's band t-shirts, he went to cuddle her. Carmen giggled and moved away from his touch. Initially, Richard thought she didn't want to..til he was being cuddled by Carmen.

"Sweetie...You already did so much...can I just cuddle you?" His words were a bit whiney. Carmen chuckled and stroked his hair.

"You already cuddle me every night..Besides, I'm doing this because I know you work so hard and get nothing from it. I just want to remind you that your work is never not rewarded. So please, allow me to just love you like this, okay?"

Richard thought about it before nodding. Damn..why did he have to have such a stubborn yet oh so loving wife? God, she was everything he wanted in a partner...someone loving and caring and insists on loving him for him.

She would start to pepper his face with kisses, causing him to go into a fit of laughter. Carmen's heart melted at his laughter.

Needless to say, Richard and Carmen definitely had a good night together.

[olirian]

BENNY BOY !! I LOVE HIM SO HERE HE IS ANDDD MY PERSONAL HEADCANONS FOR HIM AFTER THE DRAWING :)))

Notes on my Ben design and my related HCs

- BEN has the standard link design with some changes :)) Notably the shorts + socks/converse combo and the HUGEEEE X stitch on his chest

Shorts and socks-converse:

Is to highlight the fact that BEN literally died when he was my age 💀 My guy was a KID and I LOVEEE highlighting tragic kid characters like this so yknow. I obviously had to

Huge X stitch:

It spans across his entire torso to symbolize the fact that he was drowned and therefore could not get any air 👍 Yeah thats it its pretty surface level.

Other notes:

I like to hc that human ben is actually brunette. So instead of Links original pristine blonde look -- BEN has dirty blonde hair that looks brown when wet.

He looks so different from how I usually draw creepypasta characters because I like to lean into the "haunted video game character" part of him. He is literally a video game character, him and link are practically one in the same to him. He is BEN. And he will continue to haunt his copy of Majora till the cartridge is either a. Burned, or b. Somehow transferred to another medium for him to take over((Yes I DONT know how cartridges work but I ASSUME theres a possibility of being able to transfer files onto another empty cartridge)).

He gets more visually horrifying when he wants to. He prefers the default look just because its more "him". But he can switch between looking like an exact replica of Link to being a more horrific version of his body whenever he sees fit.

He is a vengeful spirit! His only purpose is to haunt whoever holds his cartridge and drive them to insanity !! I feel like whenever hes just being held and not haunting someone -- he blanks a bit on what to do because the only real purpose he has is to haunt. So to make up for that void he does things that Human Ben would do. He gets really snappy though and would definitely bully someone if he felt like he was losing control/feeling an identity crisis coming up because he feels a major sense of control whenever hes put in charge of a persons despair.

Control freak. Need I say more.

Personally I dont think BEN has a sense of age. To him -- he used to be a human boy, but that doesnt really affect him as much. Its more on how he cant seem to shake off the fact that he was once human, someone whos power could easily be taken away((Which definitely shakes his entire control freak persona so 👍)) He doesnt have ghost angst cause hes a grown man stuck in a teen ghosts body he has ghost angst cause hes a control freak 👍

I think thats all??? I love my goofy goober sm. Id probably last like a month or two because of him but Id accept it I guess. Love me a guy like that 😩

[nicohischier]

writing this before the game even starts so idk what the current ✨vibes✨ on the dash are like, but i’m gonna feel this way regardless of the outcome. i’ve been a devils fan since 2017 so obviously not the longest time in the world but it’s been over 5 years now so like. still a pretty fucking long time yknow? i’m waiting for the game to start now and i just had to get this off my chest cause i’ve been thinking about it since we lost the first two games at home. 

i know the team wants this and i know the fans want this for this team, but fuck man i really want this for all our teams and all our players. i want this for 2017 nico hischier who was the new jersey devils first ever first overall draft pick. i want this for 2019 jack hughes who was our second ever first overall draft pick in only three years. i want this for the 2018 team whose season was surrounded by two first overalls yet somehow fought their way into playoffs but were eliminated by the bolts, 4-1. i want this for all the guys who were traded or drafted or signed to this team since 2003 in hopes of bringing the cup back to jersey and who have since been traded away or retired before we could get that. i want it for the 2012 new jersey devils team who made it to the stanley cup finals, close enough they could feel the weight of the cup in their hands, but had to watch the kings bring it home instead, 4-2. i want it for 2012 adam henrique who, in his first fucking season, scored two playoffs overtime game winning goals, including the iconic one in game 6 against the rangers that sent us to the finals. i want it for zach parise who may have lost jerseys love when he went to minnesota but who still captained us to the finals and who may have played his last ever game this season. i want it for guys like andy greene and travis zajac who, if i’m correct, were the only guys in 2018 left from that 2012 cup run, and who were traded away from the devils in the last years of their careers, but re-signed one day contracts in order to retire as a devil. i want it for the ‘95, ‘00, and ‘03 teams who are awaiting the cups return. i want it for every single player who has ever worn the devils jersey and played devils hockey with the dream of bringing the cup back to the rock. 

but i really really really fucking want it for this 2023 team which somehow feels so fucking special. something about this team, this roster, that feels special. i want it for this team who was coming off a previous season where they finished 28th in the league. i want it for this team that was told at the beginning of the year that they weren’t expected to make it far, to just keep their heads up and play their hockey and maybe soon they would have a fighting chance. i want it for this team that went on a 13 game win streak. i want it for this team that broke so many individual and franchise records this season. i just want it. 

like i said, idk how the game turned out at the time of writing this and i’m definitely not gonna feel up to editing it if the outcome was unfavourable. so if things went belly up, then just read all the wants as “wanted” instead ig. 

i love this team, all iterations of it, and i hope they get to bring it home soon.