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2 years late but my hc that future raph died when casey was young so he doesn't remember what he exactly looks like but can describe his hugs perfectly and in full detail still makes me sad
#rottmnt#tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt raph#like casey never forgot how raph would use a pillow or towel when holding him bc he's scared to hurt casey with his spikes#or how raph always let him play with his mask tails#casey never forgot the feeling
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I think we should give Rise!Casey a little brother named Angel and do something angsty with that
#Because in 2003 Casey had a little sister named angel I think that'd be fun#I personally think that all the caseys deserve a little sibling named angel and I've seen people at her or an equivalent to her in 2012#But never in rise and I feel like that's a shame cause I think you can get some really good angst out of that make him feel hurt about her#But then again this fandom doesn't really do anything with Cassandra they all just forget about her existence and only think of JR#And Junior is great and all come on guys he's shadows equivalent he's the Casey Marie of rise NOT the Casey Jones â˘#Uh I got ranty#Also give him dyed blue hair#a rare original post#I've never actually watched 03 so I don't really know her personality very well but -\_(o-o)_/-#tmnt#rottmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#Casey Jones#angel jones#I can't believe I forgot the Cassandra Jones tag#Cassandra jones
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Make you Scream
Billy Loomis x reader
Summary: You find out your boyfriend is Ghostface, which should scare you, instead it turns you on even more.
Warnings: Blood, Violence, sexual content, 18+ themes, swearing, foreplay, knife-play, mature themes, sex, reader is in denial
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"It's gotta be him right, I mean in a horror movie, it's always the person closet to you that turns out to be a fucking killer, I'm telling you man" Randy says to you as you both walk down the hallway of your school.
"Randy for the last time, Billy... who is my boyfriend as you know, is not a fucking killer.. trust me I know him better than anyone else... and besides if he was Ghostface I don't think he would be able to hide it from me" You reply, holding you books closer to your chest.
It's been a week since news of Casey and Steve's murders and Randy won't stop coming up with ideas on who the mystery killer is. First he pointed fingers at you because you never liked the girl, which he claims is a perfect motive. You don't like half the people at your school, but they're all still alive, so his reasoning is invalid. Now, he's claiming it's your boyfriend, which you think is ridiculous, I mean why is he naming all the people in your friend group for starters, you guys are friends for crying out loud.
"I don't know man Billy is pretty scary looking" He says opening the door to the library.
You walk in and drop the books off, "Well I think he looks sexy"
"Gross"
"Can we stop talking about Ghostface now, you know Stu is hosting a party tonight, you going?" You ask him.
"Yeah right, the killer will probably show up there, a bunch of drunk, not to mention high teens that probably won't notice if someone gets stabbed...but yeah I'll be there".
You roll your eyes at his dramatics.
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After you left Randy, you went to grab a book you forgot in your locker. You decided to go now since everyone was in class and the halls would be empty.
You turn the corner and run straight into a hard figure. You look up to quickly apologize, but see no other than Ghostface himself. You gasp in shock and back away quickly, your heart starting to race.
Ghostface stares at you, mocking your movements. You see him pull out a knife from behind him. He looks at it and runs his fingers along the blade, toying with you. Quickly, you run past him and reach the stairs towards the main entrance of the school, but he's quicker. He grabs your arm, halting you from going down and pulls you backwards, your back meeting his chest. You try to break free, but he slices at your arm, the knife cutting into your shoulder. You scream out and fight against him.
He brings the knife up to your throat and pushes against it, cutting just enough to draw blood. You close your eyes, thinking this is your final moments and you curse yourself for not putting up more of a fight, but it never comes. He stays still, holding the knife against your throat, but not going deeper. You open your eyes and look up at him, but he's looking off to the side. What is he distracted by? You don't stay to think as you use this as a time to escape, you push at his arms and he lets go without putting up a fight. You didn't realize how easily he would let you go, as you were close to the edge of the stairs. You trip out of his arms and your foot skips a step, making you tumble down the stairs.
When you reach the bottom of the stairs, your vision goes black and you can faintly make out two voices arguing.
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When you wake up, you feel your head pounding. You take in your surroundings and try to make sense of where you are. You look around the room and see your boyfriend sitting in a sit next to you, his face in his hands.
"Billy?" You rasp out.
He immediately looks up at you and rushes over to your side.
"Y/n, how are you feeling, are you okay?" He grabs your hand and goes to touch your hair.
"Yeah, I-I'm okay, are we at a hospital?" You ask leaning into his touch.
"You fell down the stairs, I found you and called the ambulance"
"Oh my God, I remember now..Billy the killer he was trying to kill me!.. He was at the school!"
He looks off to the side like he's angry at something, "I'm dealing with it, but uh- the doctor said you should be free to go tonight, your injuries where just minor, nothing serious, they think you weren't looking and tripped"
"That's goods, but the killer...wait what do you mean dealing with it?" You ask, confused by his response.
"Nothing, listen I have to go to Stu's party tonight, are you still up for it?" He ask, moving a stray hair behind your ear.
"Are you serious, I just told you I got attacked by the killer and you want to go to a party?" You look at him in disbelief.
"Trust me nothing's going to happen to you, I'll be by your side at all times... and you don't have to go, but the doctor said you'll be fine, I just really have to go Y/n"
You roll your eyes at him, "Fine, I'll go with you.. I need a drink anyways".
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After you got cleared from the hospital, you went home to change. Luckily you didn't break anything on the way down the stairs, getting away with the few marks left by Ghostface. Billy was adamant on going to this party, which makes no sense to you. Now that you think about it he didn't seem phased when you mentioned that a literal killer had you in his grasp ready to slice your throat. Weird.
"You look so hot Y/n... I heard what happened at school you okay?" Tatum says to you when she opens the door.
"Thanks, you too and yeah I'm okay it wasn't anything serious" You give her a hug and walk inside, your hands interlocked with Billy's.
"Hey I'm going to grab a drink, you want anything?" You shout to your boyfriend, over the loud music.
"No, I'm fine sweetheart, come straight to me after, don't want anyone slipping something into your drink".
"Ok, meet you by the front" You saying giving him a final kiss on the lips then leaving.
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After you grabbed your drink, you walked back, frowning when you realize that Billy wasn't by the front.
Instead you see Randy by the door, drinking a beer, "Hey Randy, have you seen Billy?"
"I saw him go upstairs" He nods towards the stairs, continuing to drink his beer.
You go to walk upstairs, but he stops you, "Hey what happened at school?"
"What do you mean?...everyone heard that I fell down the stairs".
"Yeah..but like did you fall, or were you pushed?" He asks you, looking dead into your eyes.
You sigh, "It was Ghostface, he tried to kill me at the school, but something distracted him... He let go of me and I missed the step, when I woke up in the hospital Billy was there and he said it was better if I didn't tell the cops anything, that way Ghostface won't come after me anymore".
Randy scoffs, "Don't you see, it is so clearly him.. "don't tell the cops", that's complete bullshit, in what world would you not tell the cops a literal killer came after you?... and your stupid enough to agree with him, HELLO?!"
"Randy, enough with this Ghostface shit, I know you think it's Billy, but its not and if I was pushed down the stairs, it wouldn't be by him.. I do think it's a little weird he didn't seen phased by it, but I trust him.. he probably just didn't want to scare me into thinking Ghostface was going to come after me again and besides I'm pretty fine, just a few scratches".
"Whatever, you're either in serious denial or your a complete fucking idiot, I'm leaving.. call me later, if you're still alive be then" He grabs the door handle and walks out, slamming it shut.
You think that maybe Randy's right, even though he could have worded it nicer. I mean you were just in a hospital a few hours ago and now you're at a party?!
You brush off Randy's words and start to head upstairs. You pause when you get to the top, hearing hushed voices.
"I'm going to fucking kill you!..Why the hell would you go after Y/n.. when was that part of the plan?"
"You're going to kill Tatum, why can't I kill Y/n?"
"Uhh- maybe because Y/n is my girlfriend dumbass".
"Tatum is my girlfriend!"
"Yeah, but Tatum is just a means to an end, we actually want Y/n alive because I love her!"
"Whatever I'm going to go talk to Tatum before you kill her!"
Just as he stops talking, your phone starts to ring. Shit! You hurry up and try to turn it off seeing that it's Randy. This man has perfect timing.
"What the fuck was that?" Stu asks.
Before you can leave, a tall figure appears from around the corner. Billy stares at you, his facial expression unreadable. Your heart drops.
"Well What is it?" Stu asks.
He continues to stare at you for a minute before answering, "It's nothing, someone was probably at the bottom of the stairs".
You don't wait to hear Stu's reply and hurry down the stairs. WHAT THE FUCK?! Randy was right this whole time, Billy is ghostace? Stu is ghostface? THERE ARE TWO GHOSTFACE?!
"Y/n!" Someone calls your name.
You look behind you and see Billy standing by the stairs, he nods his head, wanting you to follow him upstairs. This is dumb right? You shouldn't go upstairs BY YOURSLEF with someone you know is a killer. You should call the police and turn both of them in.
You follow Billy upstairs. He leads you to one of the guest bedrooms, opening the door for you. You walk in first and he closes the door behind you, locking it.
You face him, waiting for him to speak. He smiles at you, shaking his head, "Why were you on the stairs?"
"I was looking for you".
"Hmmm, and you found me" He chuckles. "What did you hear?" he asks, walking closer to you.
You back up, your legs hitting the side of the bed, "Nothing".
"Mmmh, okay... Do I scare you?" He closes the gap between you.
"No".
He nods at your answer and he reaches behind himself, pulling a knife out of his pocket. He holds it up and quickly grabs you, applying pressure to your neck. You gasp at his quick movements.
"And what about now?" He says adding pressure, but not enough to actually hurt you.
"No".
"No? I don't make you scare sweetheart, even after you know what I have done, the people I've killed?"
"No".
You don't know why, but you're finding this to be extremly hot. Billy threatening you with a knife, but knowing that he would never hurt you. Maybe you're just sick in the head, after all your boyfriend is a murder, you shouldn't feel this way, but you do. Maybe it's because of all the dark romance books you have been reading or maybe it's because you love him too much that you can cast away his flaws. You should probably call the cops, but instead you rub your legs together, the friction does nothing to ease your aching cunt.
Billy catches the movement without his eyes, and groans when he sees what you're doing, "You're enjoying this?".. "You're more sick than I am, what a dirty whore you are" He chuckles out.
You moan, "Billy pleasee, I-I just need you".
"You want it baby?" he guides the knife over the top of your chest.
"Please, Mr. Ghostface".
His eyes darkenen in response as he halts his movement, looking at you. He grabs at you quickly and slices your top open with the knife, exposing your breast. The cold meets your chest, your nipples hardening. He looks down at your breast and moves his mouth to meet your bud. He licks and flicks at it with his tongue. He moves up to your neck and laps at it, leaving marks. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, encouraging him to continue his bitting.
When he finishes attacking your neck, he picks you up and throws you on the bed. You gasp as your back meets the mattress. He gets on top of you and starts to undo his belt.
"Turn around and get on all fours" He tells you, slapping your cheek.
You listen to him and flip over on your stomach. After he gets his pants off, he flips your skirt over, exposing your bare cunt.
"You didn't wear anything underneath?" He asks in shock, but he quickly turns unfazed.
"Always prepared for me huh sweetheart" He pulls your legs closer to his hip and you can feel just how hard he is. He rubs his tip against your entrance, making you grow wetter by the second. Without warning he pushes his length past your folds. Making you scream out. You quickly adjust to his big size, the pain turning into pleasure.
He snaps his hips back and forth. Your whines egg him on as he continues to fuck into you ruthlessly not caring if you can take it. He doesn't let you gather your breath, each movement your face pushes more into the sheets. You cry out, but it's muffled by the sheets. He repeatedly hits your g-spot, making you cry out even more.
"Fuck, look at you making a mess on my cock, you're a fifthly little thing aren't you?" He pulls you up, your back meeting his chest, waiting for you to answer him.
"Only for you Billy~" You whine out, tears forming in your eyes from the pleasure.
He pushes you back down into the sheets, his movements continuing, "That's right baby, you're mine, my dirty slut, my pussy to fuck, my cunt to cum in".
You feel his dick twitch inside of you, knowing that he is close. You moan out his name, begging for him to fuck into you faster. He listens, his pace picking up. Your wet pussy hugs his dick, clenching around it tightly.
"Fuck, Y/n..I'm gonna cum, you feel so good... so wet for me baby"
You moan in response, as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. With one final snap of his hips you clench down on his cock, causing him to reach his climax too.
"Fuckk~" He pulls your body closer to him, making sure that his dick is fully inside you as far as it can go. You feel his cum painting your walls as he comes undone. He collapses on top of you, his dick twitching inside of you. When you both calm down from your highs, he flips you over, pulling your naked body on top of his.
After you both finish, you lay on the bed together. He holds you to his chest and strokes your hair. You look up at him and he grins at you. You reach up to meet his lips. He kisses you back immediately, humming into the kiss. After a while, you pull back and look up at him, meeting his eyes.
"Please don't kill Tatum, I like her".
He chuckles, "Whatever you want baby".
#billy loomis#billy loomis x reader#billy loomis x you#billy loomis smut#billy loomis scream#billy loomis x y/n#scream 1996#ghostface x y/n smut#ghostface x reader smut#ghostface smut#ghostface x reader#ghostface#scream movie#scream#ghostface x you#ghostface x y/n#scream franchise
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A little drabble I did after that one CAS update but forgot to post:
CW for Death mention, sibling death, sickness mention. Lemme know if it needs any others.
Leo stared at the pictures, glancing between the two of them. Comparing them.Â
Future Donnie was big. He was huge, actually. Just like all the future turtles.Â
So whyâŚwhy did he look so small in these pictures? He just looked soâŚso frail. A sick feeling settled in his stomach, Leo somewhat putting the pieces together. But he just had to be sure.Â
Casey said something next to him, but Leo wasn't paying attention. He didn't even look away from the photos, eyes boring into the one of Donnie looking particularly small.Â
" what happened to Donnie?" He murmured, voice almost a whisper in the echoing, desolate base.Â
Casey didn't answer for a moment, Leo's lip quivering a little.Â
" You- you said that they all died- that everyone died and I thought- I thought maybe it was the kraang or fighting or something, but- "Â
Leo let out a shaking breath, accumulated dust moving with his breath, " How did Donnie die?"Â
Casey moved to stand next to him, staring up at the pictures. He shifted uncomfortably, likely remembering it firsthand.Â
" never mind, I shouldn't have asked-"Â
" He was sick " Cj interrupted him, frowning, " he was..sick with some sort of krang infection. ItâŚit took everything out of himâŚ. he just sortaâŚ. faded away"
Leo had put that together on his own, butâŚhearing it aloud made him feel nauseous all over again. He hated being right sometimes.Â
" how did he get sick?" He murmured, fiddling anxiously with his belt, " I-I mean did heâŚdid he have contact with the krang or..?"
His thoughts were racing. Because if it could happen to a future Donnie, and he had asked his Donnie to pilot the technodromeâŚ..could that mean- Could he get sick too?
The thought had him squeezing his belt, hands trembling. A cold dread settled its way Intl his chest, the feeling like he had been dunked in ice cold water filling his very being.Â
Had he sentenced his twin to the same fate as Future Donnie?Â
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Anyway this is all I was thinking when Leo asked what happened to F!Donnie ;-;
This is based on @somerandomdudelmao 's CAS comic!!!! Just a reminder for anyone who is confused
#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt fanfic#cass apocalyptic series#cass apocalypse fanart#cass apocalypse au#not really fanart but eh
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i will never be over the way you handled the entire thing, like. man. regardless of how close they were in caseys timeline, regardless of the fact they became an actual family, the turtles just dont know about cj. people tend to conclude that time travel just healed his grief in an instant but. its not the same. his family is here, but they forgot themselves and they forgot him, too. every weird (or murderous, in donnies case. owie.) look casey gets for slipping up probably fills him up with dull pain. in his mind its linear, in anyone elses brain the response would just be "he doesnt trust me", but in his case, its "he doesnt trust me. not anymore" the countles parallels and the conflict thats bubbling up between donnie and cj?????? dont get me starteddd i love those contrasts and the way you implement them. they feel so natural, its unbelievable (someday ill be normal about this goddamn comic but for now youre my parasocial pal. thx for this whole badass creativity)
Yes. YES EXACTLY
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prologue: i died on the altar [x]
DISCONTINUED!
summary: this was supposed to be the most wonderful day of your life; you were marrying the man you wanted to spend forever with. that was until you were standing at the altar , hand in hand with bradley , that he decided to make this day the worst of your life instead.
cw: profanity , accusing bradley of cheating ( he would never! ) , being left at the altar , mentions of canon death of a character , mean!reader , and i think thatâs it!
casting: chace crawford as danny , michael b. jordan as harrison , zac efron as casey , jamie chung as cierra , and bianca santos as liv
18+ minors dni
you were standing in your childhood bedroom , looking out the window into the backyard that had been transformed into your dream wedding. there were flowers , friends , and family scattered all around. it couldnât be more perfect weather , sun shining bright but not so much to where youâd be sweating through your white dress.
the only other person in the room with you was your mother. until you heard a knock on the door , you rush to it , opening it wide and smiling when you saw your best friend. âdanny! i thought you were going to be late!â you laughed , yanking the man into a hug, âiâm completely ready and youâre just now getting here?â
danny walked into the room , kissing your mother on the cheek. âconnie forgot the rings , so i had to run to mom and dadâs before the ceremony. sorry for taking so long,â he explained , sitting down on the edge of your bed and taking you in. your hair was done , makeup perfected , and the dress âwow , you look sublime , squirt.â you blushed , swishing around the bottom of your dress for effect.
âoh ya know , just getting married. gotta try and look good so he doesnât run,â you joked , sitting down next to him, âmom , give us a minute?â
your mother smiled sweetly , nodding at the two of you before taking her exit from the room. danny could feel the nerves coming off of you. it was making him nervous , and he wasnât the one getting hitched. âi think bradley is cheating on me.â you blurted , your hand flying up to cover your mouth. it wasnât supposed to come out like that.
âwhat the hell are you talking about?â danny catechized you , eyes going wide as your mouth.
âheâs been acting weird. not normal wedding coming up jitters weird. like standoffish and elusive and secretive. and i think heâs cheating,â you rambled on , breathing coming quicker than before, âand even case and harrison have been off. i just feel like thereâs this big secret iâm not in on , and itâs that bradleyâs cheating.â
danny grabbed your hand and looked you in the eyes. âtrust me , bradley isnât cheating on you. thereâs no way. heâs probably just got a surprise for you as a wedding gift or something,â heâd explained , trying his best to calm your nerves, âlook , itâs five til , heâs on his way downstairs any minute , and youâre going to walk down the aisle to him and get married , y/n. this is just nerves.â
you take a deep breath with danny , closing your eyes and breathing out slowly. âyouâre right,â you decided. bradley wasnât cheating on you. you were nervous and coming up with disasters in your head to fuel the fire in your stomach. âokay , okay. go! iâm gonna wait for my dad to walk me and then get married.â
âatta girl!â danny cheered , hopping up from the bed and kissing your temple before rushing out the room and down to his position.
as the door clicked behind your man of honor , you stood in the mirror , checking over everything. your hair was done , your makeup was set , your dress was perfect , and most importantly , your fiancĂŠ was downstairs waiting to marry you. your eyes flicker to the ceiling for a moment , âthank you , carole and nick. we love you,â you whispered , holding onto the necklace bradleyâs mother left for you.
theyâd be so happy to know you and bradley did in fact end up together.
a knock at the door pulled you from your moment of silence. âprincess? time to get hitched,â your dad smile came from behind the door , peeking his head around the corner.
just like bradleyâs mother , your father was just as adamant about you two getting together. he helped raised bradley , knew he was a good man. he let him into the family with no problems , always hoping youâd fall for bradley like he had. ron loved bradley like his own. it almost seemed like he was more excited for the marriage than you two were.
âiâm ready , daddy,â you beamed , leaving the room with your arm in his, âbrad waiting for me down there right?â you laughed lightly.
your father let out a hearty chuckle with you , helping you down the stairs. âi might just have to kill him if he wasnât.â
he was.
as the song started playing , you and your dad made your way to the bunches of flowers set up behind your groom. there he was , standing with his hands behind his back , tears in his eyes , and the biggest smile on his face.
you finally reached him , your smile matching his , practically blinding your friends as family as they watched the two of you almost kiss out of instinct.
âyou look perfect,â you whispered , tears coming to your eyes, âeverything is perfect.â
âyouâre perfect,â bradley sighed , holding your hands in his. god , he hated himself right now. you were perfect , the exact person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with , but he knew in that moment it wouldnât be long enough. convinced he was destined to have the same fate as his father , bradley couldnât leave you alone that way.
there was a moment of silence as you both took each other in and everyone settled in their seats. âcan we ââ bradley cleared his throat , his words coming out far weaker than he expected, âcan we talk really quick? in private?â he asked , eyes pleading and watery.
âhoney , weâll have plenty of time for that after we get married. time and place,â you giggled , thinking he wanted to take a few moments for a quickie upstairs. while that was true , you looked beautiful and he couldnât help but let his mind wander and think about how amazing the night could end.
âno , we need to talk first,â he reassured you , hands squeezing yours far too tight.
your eyes darted around , looking at casey and harrison behind your groom before meeting bradleyâs gaze again. âokay?â you mumble a quick sorry to the pastor and start to walk back down the aisle with bradley , whispering youâll be right back to your guests.
once you get into the house , bradley lets out a deep breath , like heâd been holding it in all morning. âare you okay? whatâs going on?â his back was to you , hands planted on the kitchen island as he focused on his breathing. âbradley thomas , what is going on?â
he finally turned to look at you , the tears running down his face far different than a few minutes ago. these ones were filled with regret , a deep seeded sadness that youâd only seen once or twice before. âi canât marry you.â
you didnât hear anything after that.
you were right. you told danny you had a gut feeling. you knew something would go wrong. you knew it. after years of being together , today was supposed to be a dream and with just four words itâs your worst nightmare.
âwhat?â you choked out , tears filling your eyes once again, âwhat do you mean?â
âi canât â i canât marry you,â he repeated , looking down at his feet. how could he possibly say all of this and not look at you?
âlook at me and say it again,â you demanded , chest rising and falling quicker with your uneven breaths. it took a moment , but his brown eyes met yours and he repeated the words , softer this time , but just as clear. âwhy not?â he turned away from you again. âwhy the hell not , bradley?â your voice was louder now , anger seeping through your words just as much as the hurt and confusion.
âi donât want to,â he lied, âi donât want to get married anymore ; i donât want to be with you.â if you didnât kill him , he thought he should maybe do the job for you.
âsoâŚâ your turn to take a deep breath, âafter eleven years together , youâve decided in what? the last twenty-four hours youâre over it? youâre just willing to throw everything away for what?â you were trying to figure it out , but bradley wasnât giving you anything. he stood silent , eyes fallen on the floor once again , where he stared at your heels that carole wore on her wedding day.
âiâve gotta focus on my career right now , honey,â bradley groaned at the lie, âgetting married just isnât what i need to do.â
âoh , my god! are you kidding?â you laughed , hands resting on your hips as you look to the sky in disbelief, âare you hearing this?â
âiâm sorââ
âshut the hell up,â you barked , finger pointing at bradley like a gun, âyour â wow , your parents would hate to see you right now,â you scoffed , shaking your head violently.
âexcuse me?â both of your tears had dried , exasperation and hurt flowing between you two in words now.
âyou want me to repeat it? your parents would be disappointed , bradley. i mean , can you imagine having to go home and tell that what youâre doing to me right now?â it was mean , cruel even. you knew that , but you couldnât stop the words from coming out.
âokay,â bradley hummed , taking a few steps away from you.
the silence was killing you , and him. a knock on the back door pulled the two of you out of whatever was going on. âhey,â casey peeked his head in the house, âsliderâs asking whatâs taking so long?â
âshut up and go back outside before i kill you , casey,â you growl , head turning to him quickly. yes , your anger was slightly displaced , but itâs not like he had no idea what was happening. the red eyes bradley adorned were clear , and your makeup was mussed up from your own tears.
caseyâs eyes glanced between his best friends , turning to look outside at the waiting crowd. âi know , but people are getting impatient?â
âtell them sheâll be out in a second,â bradley spoke up , voice uneven as ever. your friend nodded , closing the door quietly behind him. you both watched as he went up front and explained to the guests you two were taking a moment to yourselves. âi think thatâs the worst thing youâve ever said to me,â he stated , going back to your conversation before the interruption.
âyou saying you canât marry me is the worst thing youâve said to me,â you replied, âguess weâre both hitting lows today.â
âguess so.â it almost came out as a laugh. truly , the situation wasnât funny , not to bradley and not to you. âiâm gonna get my stuff,â he announced , pointing over his shoulder to the guest room he was set up in for the day.
your face was still hot , breathing shallow. âbradley?â a whisper left your lips , getting him to stop and look back to you again. he took a step toward you again , scanning your face for any idea of what you might say to him now. âif you do this , there is no fixing us. you leave and we are over.â
âbaby , weâre arguing in the kitchen we grew up in on our wedding day with all of our friends and family watching from the windows,â he sighed, âweâre already over.â
your eyes wandered to the backyard seeing that bradley was right. everyone was looking , trying to decipher what was happening to the happy couple. thankfully , your yelling wasnât heard , but the tears were seen.
bradley began his way up the stairs to pack up , but you follow closely behind. âtell me about the moment you knew you wanted to marry me,â you requested , wringing your hands together as you stood behind him packing his bag.
ây/n , please donât make this harder than it already is. please,â bradley begged , pausing only for a moment before resuming his getaway.
âplease , bradley? one last time?â you hoped he would tell you the story.
it was one of those weekends that danny had managed to come out to your college campus. it was a surprise ; he just showed up to the house you all lived in with a bag packed and ready to party. you , bradley , danny , harrison , his girlfriend cierraa , casey , and caseyâs new girlfriend liv were all pregaming at the house before heading to the bars.
âyou know , i donât think iâve ever seen squirt say yes to a free beer and not bring it to you,â harrison laughed , watching you making your way through the crowd back to the boys with liv and cierra behind you. you all had beers in your hands , all of them meant for your boys. you carried two and laughed harder than the other girls.
âiâm gonna marry that girl,â bradley smiled , eyeing the way you moved around everyone else on your way back to him like always.
âit was as simple as that,â bradley shrugged , sitting on the bed now, âi mean , i always knew , but that moment in time i knew.â your eyes were flooded with tears once again as you stood in front of bradley.
âso whatâs changed?â you asked , lowering to your knees as you tried to find bradleyâs eyes again, âwhy donât you know anymore?â
âall i know is that i canât marry you , squirt,â he answered with another shrug, âoh , i want to. i really do , but honey , i canât.â
his hands found your face , swiping at the tears that were running through your makeup as you sniffled. âwhy? i just donât understand why,â you cried , holding onto his wrists tightly.
âi canât,â bradley simply said. he couldnât marry you , and he couldnât tell you why , and he couldnât bear to watch you cry any longer. âgo , baby. theyâre all waiting for you,â he tried to smile , nodding his head in the general direction of the wedding to not be.
âi donât want to without you,â you sighed , getting more comfortable on your knees. you didnât plan on leaving this room unless it was hand in hand with your fiancĂŠ. âi love you , bradley.â
âoh , god. i love you too,â he replied softly , pressing a kiss on your lips so soft you donât think your brain even recognized it until it was over. you chased him , leaning in for another which he gladly gave you. âi love you enough to let you go , so go. please.â
your eyes stayed closed , but you felt bradley shifting and standing up to continuing grabbing his things. it took you a minute to stand. you dusted your dress off and turned around not saying another word as you left the room and headed back outside.
at that point , everyone was mingling again as they waited for the wedding to go on. the second you opened the back doors , all eyes were on you. one look at your face and everyoneâs gaze turned empathetic rather excited.
âeveryoneââ your voice cracked, âyou can all go home. the weddingâs off,â you announced. the only person you could bring yourself to look at was your father. in a flash , slider was rushing past you and running on the stairs to find bradleyâ to kill bradley.
danny , cierra , and liv all came to your side , pulling you around the front away from the prying eyes of your guests. âcâmon , babe,â cierra whispered , wrapping you in her arms.
you could hear the yelling from upstairs all the way outside. it was your dad. bradley was silent. âwhere do you want to go?â liv asked , looking around the small group just as casey and harrison found you all.
âwhat happened? whatâs going on?â harrison questioned ; he had no clue. casey was quiet. danny was on the phone , texting your mom small updates as your friends all talked.
âbradley left me,â you deadpan , your face now void of emotions just like your voice, âweâre done. itâs all over.â
DISCONTINUED!
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"When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."
Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader
Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+
Prompt: âWhen we get home, Iâm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you canât see straight.â
Word Count: 1211
Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering, p in v sex ]
A/N: went with matt bc i donât have much for him
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Youâd never have expected Matt to have such a dirty mind, let alone a dirty mouth. But when you riled him up. Whether it be by flirting with him in the common room or purposely pushing yourself up against him in the locker room, he could get to be quite the filthy talker.
And that was evidently proven when he dragged you into his office after having had enough of your teasing for one day, deciding it was high time he did some of his own just to see how you liked it. He drew the blinds, inciting heat deep in your core as he only ever did that when he intended for things to get steamy.
Pulling you close to him, Matt fell back into his chair, which rolled slightly across the floor and banged into the wall. You were quick to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. Passionately. Enough that he almost forgot what he brought you in here for.
âWhen we get homeâŚâ Matt whispered, digging his fingers deep into the fleshed of your clothed ass as you ground your hips down against him, making him twitch beneath his pants and almost lose his train of thought.
Again.
His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching in his throat as he tightened his hold on you, stopping you from doing it a second time otherwise heâd never be able to actually get his teasing words out.
âFuckâŚâ Matt groaned lightly, his hold not quite tight enough as you managed to get one more grind of your hips in before he pulled you closer to his chest, feeling the soft mounds of your breasts pressed against him. âWhen we get home, Iâm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you canât see straight.â
âWhy wait? Why not do it now?â You replied breathlessly. Like a dog in heat. Practically begging him to pin you down and fuck you as the mere heat that had formed between your legs at his words was unlike anything youâd ever felt before.
You didnât know if youâd have been able to wait so long to feel him absolutely destroy you, and perhaps you shouldnât have been so intent on teasing him as you could tell he was trying to play a dirty game. Luckily for you though, you were great at games and oftentimes you got exactly what you wanted.
âYou want me to fuck you now?â Matt questioned, grazing his knuckles down your chest and feeling the hardness of your nipples poke through your bra. He carried on, every inch closer he got to your lower half making your legs tighten around his. âWant me to pin you down on my bunk and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?â
âI want you to fuck me, baby.â You whispered, the desperation slipping shamelessly through your lips.
Especially when his hand delved beneath the dark material of your pants, working their way under the already soaked material of your panties. He began to drag his fingers painfully slowly across you, feeling just how wet you were for him and finding pleasure in the soft whine you let out from his touch.
âFuck, MattâŚâ You couldnât help the gentle moan from escaping your throat at the way he teased you. Pushing his fingers into your pussy barely a centimetre before pulling back out, in the exact way he knew drove you crazy and left you craving more. âGod, please fuck me⌠Let me feel that huge cock inside me.â
You knew he couldnât resist it when you talked dirty. Especially in that tone. That heated, whining, desperation filled tone that could have him leaking under his boxers the second it left those soft lips of yours. The ones that were currently exploring his neck, your hot breath puffing out over his skin as he continued to tease you, rubbing his thumb over your clit just lightly enough that it couldn't give you exactly what you wanted just yet.
Which is what Matt wanted. He wanted you like this. Desperate. Craving more and the second a throaty gasp left your lips when he applied just a touch more pressure, he was on his feet and tossing you down onto his bunk before you could comprehend what was happening.
âForget waiting.â Matt practically growled, pupils blown wide with lust as he freed you of your pants. âIâm gonna pound that sweet pussy now.â
You could tell by his face that he was serious. That you were in for a rough time and it only turned you on more. You watched as he grabbed your panties, almost ripping them off you in attempts to get you out of them. He bunched them up, shoving them into your mouth in best efforts to keep you somewhat quiet as he didnât think the firehouse would appreciate hearing him destroy you.
You spread your legs as wide as you could, riddled with hunger as you did nothing but watch as he pulled his cock from his pants. It sprang up almost instantly, rock hard already and dripping from the tip. He gave it a few quick pumps, biting back a moan as he stared directly between your legs.
âYou ready, baby?â He asked, stroking his length a few more times before positioning himself on top of you. You nodded, your hand running down his still clothed chest, fingers wrapping around his cock as you gave it a gentle tug towards you, a deep, rattling moan escaping his lips as you did.
The muffled cry that erupted through the panties in your mouth as he bottomed out in one quick motion was enough to get Matt going completely. The speed at which he moved was unlike anything youâd ever felt before, his hips slamming against your thighs as he made good on his word of pounding your pussy until you couldnât see straight.
You already couldn't see straight and it hadnât even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought youâd reach.
You made a mental note to rile him up like this more often as when your orgasm hit, it was as though youâd ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Matt carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you had to tell him to stop before you became too overstimulated that it started to hurt.
Luckily though, it only took Matt two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, collapsing on top of you as though heâd just ran a marathon and then fought a blazing fire. You were both sweating, unable to breathe let alone speak but that didnât stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours before he whispered, smugly.
âSame time next shift?â
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First Time
Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Graphic sex, oral, fingering, language. Word count: 3,286
Your heart was practically beating out of your chest by the time the two of you made it through Casey's apartment door. You didn't even have time to look around, barely noticing the stacks of manila folders scattered around the apartment.
Casey let the door slam shut behind you, then pushed you up against it, somehow gentle and rough at the same time. She reached past your waist to lock the door, kissing you deeper than you'd ever been kissed in your life. You felt nearly drunk as Casey's tongue slid into your mouth, her breath hot and desperate. You gasped as her hands slipped under your shirt and trailed up and down the bare skin of your back. You were all too aware of the rapid beating of her heart, the way the buckle at her waist pressed into you.
When she moved from your mouth down to your neck, you felt your legs grow weak. When she sank her teeth into your pulse point, you let out a moan. You felt her grin against your skin, then run her tongue up your neck and back to your mouth. She pulled away and looked at you with a smug expression.
"You want to go to bed?" she asked, drawing circles on your waist with her thumb.
"What?" you exclaimed, a confused look on your face. "No, I don't want to go to bed. I thought we were gonna have sex!?"
Casey laughed and kissed the side of your head, dragging you back to the bedroom. "Go to bed as in have sex, you idiot."
"Oh," you replied, following her eagerly. "Then yes."
Casey's room was spare, but nice. Each piece had been chosen with care, and none of it was cheap. Now that you were here, in her space, in her bedroom, the nerves started to kick in. Casey was already unbuttoning her shirt, throwing it off to reveal a simple black bra and more skin than you'd ever seen. Pants followed. You forgot how to breathe for a moment, but when she moved to lift your own shirt over your head, you found your voice.
"Wait, wait, wait," you said, pulling away.
"You okay?" Casey asked, concerned.
"I, uh... I've neverâ" You didn't quite know how to say it, afraid it would bring your evening to a screeching halt. "I'm a virgin," you finished, avoiding Casey's eyes.
"Okay," Casey replied, matter-of-factly. When she didn't say anything else, you glanced at her. If anything, she just looked impatient.
"Is that... okay?" you asked, shaking your hands at your sidesâan anxious stim.
Casey grabbed one of your hands and pressed it flat between hers, massaging the anxiety out of it. "Mmhm," she confirmed, taking your other hand and repeating the process. "Perfectly fine. More than fine. Let's just lay down some rules first so you feel safe."
"Okay," you agreed, a little less nervous than before.
Casey sat cross-legged on the bed and patted the spot next to her. You joined her, feeling more and more comfortable, like this was a sexy sleepover. Casey's fingers tracing up and down your forearm didn't hurt either.
"Since it's your first time, I'm not gonna get too crazy," she said.
"Thanks, I think?" you replied, your eyebrows scrunched.
"Don't worry. There'll be plenty of time for crazy later." She winked at you. "But I need to know, is there anything you don't want to do or that you don't want me to do?"
You squirmed and avoided her eyes.
"Hey," she said, grabbing your knees and pulling you closer. "I need to know. I won't be upset. I promise I can work with whatever you need. I can even pull references if you want."
You laughed quickly, then blushed and squeezed your eyes shut. "I don't want anything inside me," you confessed, embarrassed.
"Anything at all?"
You shook your head, your hands starting to shake again. Casey took them and held them still in her own.
"Fingers?"
You were beet red as you shook your head.
"Tongue?"
Another shake of the head.
Casey's face was scrunched, like she was concentrating very hard. "Noted."
"Is that gonna mess things up?" you asked quietly.
"God, no," Casey said, smiling at you and trying to get you out of your head. "You know where the clit is, right?"
You coughed and nodded: "Uh-huh."
"Then you should know I won't have any problems."
"You're pretty cocky," you observed, still avoiding her eyes. You were embarrassed by how turned on you already were. You were still embarrassed to be wanting sex at all. Call it a remnant of the church culture you'd grown up in or a product of being slightly on the asexual spectrum, but it felt illicit. And Casey was so... comfortable.
"Don't worry," she bragged. "You'll find out why."
"What about you?" you asked, doing your best to meet her eyes.
"What about me?"
"Is there anything you want me to do?" You desperately hoped she wouldn't ask for something you didn't know about. You were nervous enough as it was.
Casey looked at you intently, a smile creeping at the corner of her mouth. "I want you," she started, her fingers carefully lifting your shirt up and over your head and shimmying you out of your pants, "to do whatever I tell you to do." She unhooked her bra and threw it aside, now clad in nothing but her underwear. "Got it?"
You wiped actual drool off your mouth and nodded vigorously.
"Now lay down," Casey commanded.
You were more than happy to oblige. Casey straddled your lap and leaned down to kiss you deeply, pressing her body against yours. Your heart beat wildly as she swirled her tongue into your mouth, grinding her hips into you. She bit your lip and you let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a cry. She smiled as she moved her way down your throat, then across your collarbone, alternating kisses and bite marks in no particular pattern, so that every time her teeth took you by surprise.
Your hands lay limply at your side. You felt like you should touch her, you wanted to touch her, but you didn't know how. It still felt like you'd be caught, like Casey would suddenly decide she didn't want you touching her and you would be ashamed of yourself.
"Hey," Casey said, low against your chest, as if she'd read your mind. "You're allowed to touch me, you know."
"Are you sure?" you asked.
"Y/N," she said, kneading your breasts in her hands, "I'm literally using your tits as a sandwich for my face. Just fucking touch me."
You gingerly rested your hands at the small of her back, taken aback by the feeling of her hips pushing into you again and again.
"Holy shit, Case," you breathed, gasping for air as her tongue circled first one nipple and then the next. She let one go with a pop and looked up at you.
"I'm just getting started," she said, smirking. Casey kissed her way down your body. She took her time at your chest, relishing the way your back arched to meet her. She ended at your inner thighs, planting kisses closer and closer to your center.
You were shaking. You had never felt less in control in your life, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"You ready?" Casey asked, breath hot against your folds.
You nodded, running a hand through her red hair. She looked up at you, and you pushed a loose strand out of her face.
"I need a verbal yes."
"Yes," you nearly begged. "God, yes."
If you'd been having a good time before, you were out of your mind now as Casey licked her way through your folds and pressed the flat of her tongue against your clit.
"Holy shit," you exclaimed, groaning as your hips bucked involuntarily. "Oh my god, Case." She didn't look up, too focused on her work. But she reached out to place a hand on your heaving chest and you grabbed it and didn't let go.
You had masturbated before. You had orgasmed. But it was not like this. The others had been like a sparkler. This was the Fourth of July. Your whole body tingled and heaved and surged toward climax, and you were riding it like a sailboat on the ocean.
You didn't notice your hand on the back of Casey's head, pushing her harder and harder into your throbbing clit. You didn't notice your hips bucking faster and faster, your vulva wet and swollen and shivering. But Casey sure did. She let out a low moan, her voice vibrating against you as she continued to lick.
You felt yourself climbing up and up and up, your breath hitching, your body clenching, preparing for release. You squirmed against Casey, chasing the high you could feel was so, so close.
Casey felt it, too. She wrapped her arms around your legs to hold you steady, pressing harder and faster with her tongue. "That's it sweetheart," she said, vibrating into you. "Come for me."
That was all you needed. Your pleasure washed over you in waves, and you held onto Casey's head and hand for dear life. Your breath came in gasps and left in moans as you rode out your high, Casey's mouth guiding you through it. She lapped and lapped as your orgasm dissipated, making sure she didn't miss one single bit.
When you finally came down, shaky and trembling, you noticed the mess of Casey's hair and the marks your fingernails had left on her hand. You started to apologize, but you were met with Casey's lips against yours, your head held gently in her hands.
"You did so good," she said breathlessly, burying your neck and face in kisses. "Such..." She kissed your eyelids. "A good..." Your forehead. "Girl," she finished, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on her tongue and it drove you wild.
"How do you feel?" she asked, laying down beside you and running a hand through your hair.
"So fucking good. God, Casey," you said, turning to face her. "I get the hype now."
She laughed, low and sweet. "Well, I'm honored to show you the ropes."
You looked at her and bit your cheek.
"What?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.
"Can there be more ropes tonight?"
Casey's eyes lit up. "There can always be more ropes."
You sat up, brows furrowed, studying Casey.
She chuckled and ran a finger over your eyebrows. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking," you said, leaning over her, "that I want to do you now."
Casey bit her lip and scanned your body. "Oh, fuck."
"Good oh, fuck or bad oh, fuck?"
"Good, so good," Casey said, pulling you down for a kiss.
"I don't know what I'm doing though, so you'll have to tell me what to do."
Casey snapped up and threw a pillow to. the floor. She pointed to it and said, "On your knees."
You rolled out of bed and did as you were told, placing the pillow under your knees and situating yourself on the floor in front of the bed. Casey sidled up to the edge and let her legs hang off so that you were positioned right in between them. She ran a hand through your hair, her face flushed.
"Fuck, you look pretty like that," she said, breathing in sharply.
"Now what?" you asked.
"Just start with what feels right," Casey said, holding your face in her hands. "I'll help."
"Got it," you said, then shrugged and gave her a thumbs up, which made her giggle. You loved her laugh.
You put your hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. You kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose. You kissed the space under her chin, the place where her neck met her collarbone, the soft rise of her breasts. Your stomach fluttered as Casey continued to run her hands through your hair, making small noises of pleasure as you made your way down her body.
You kissed her hips, her legs, the backs of her knees, and when you made your way to the inside of her thighs, you found her underwear soaked through, her hips already pushing toward you.
You stared at the underwear. You knew what was next, but you were afraid to start, afraid you'd do it wrong. This was foreign territory, an alien landscape. You wished you'd read an instruction manual.
Casey stifled a laugh and you looked up at her. "What?" you said, only a little terse.
She burst out laughing. "You just look like you're trying to solve a puzzle!"
"Well, it kind of is!" you cried defensively.
"It's okay if you're not ready," she said, running her thumb across your jawline.
"No," you replied, frustrated. "I'm emotionally ready, I just... feel like I should've taken a class or something."
She giggled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Look, there's no pressure, okay? You don't have to be good at it. I got you off. That's the best part for me. This is all just a really, really nice bonus. It's just for fun."
"Just for fun," you repeated, exhaling. You started your ministrations again, moving your way up and down her body until you were sure she was ready again.
Staring at her underwear, you took a deep breath and pulled them down. Casey groaned and unknowingly pushed your head toward her center. Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun, you repeated before diving in, tongue first.
But once you were in, god, you never wanted to leave. It wasn't so much the taste, thought it was intoxicating to know that you were tasting her. It wasn't the landscape of it, though you did very much enjoy exploring every corner. It was the way that your every move, every breath, elicited a response from Casey. It was knowing that when she pushed her hips into you, you brought her to it. That when she moaned, it was you drawing it out of her.
You were only briefly interrupted in your successful exploration by Casey saying, "I want you inside me."
"What?" you said, emerging from her thighs, brought out of the moment.
"Oh my god, don't stop," she scolded, shoving your head back down.
"Sorry," you mumbled into her.
"Start with one finger," Casey explained. "I'll tell you when I want more."
Now that you'd conquered the scariest part, you had no hesitation with your hands. You carefully inserted a finger, and if you hadn't already been on your knees, you'd have been brought to them. The warmth of her, the rhythm, the pulseâit was like you were a part of her, really a part of her.
You moaned into her, slowly starting to pump your finger in and out. You were no anatomy expert, but you'd heard of the g-spot. At the very least, you knew there was a lot going on in there. Since Casey seemed to be enjoying herself, you decided to look around, so to speak. You used your fingerâcareful to keep a steady rhythmâto explore Casey. All the topography of her. You felt a particularly squishy spot and reached your finger back to press into it.
Casey nearly exploded, shoving your head into her and taking you by surprise. "Jesus, Y/N!" she cried. "More of that!"
You panicked a little. "More fingers or more of that spot!?"
"Both, both," she said. "Just keep going and don't stop!"
You wasted no time getting back to work, continuing the pattern of your tongue against her clit and matching it to the rhythm of your now two fingers, reaching back, back and curling into that spot that made Casey lose it.
Her breath came faster and faster, and you could tell she was losing control. Her hands grasped your hair desperately and her hips rose to meet your tongue with every single thrust of your fingers. You felt her body clench around you, pulsating wildly, and Casey clenched your hair so hard you thought she'd pull it out.
You felt her come before you heard her, the vibrations of her body sending you into a bliss you hadn't even known existed. Her legs shook around you, and you moved forward to support her so she wouldn't fall. She quivered around you, moaning as she ground her hips into you. You waited until she was completely spent before pulling out of her, kissing her thighs and licking her off your fingers.
She laid back on the bed, still breathing heavily, and looked up at you. "What are you doing? Come up here," she motioned. You stood, wobbly and more than a little wet, and climbed into the bed next to her, your stomach doing somersaults as she tangled her arms with yours and kissed you.
"Did I do okay?" you asked.
"Okay!?" She raised her eyebrows. "Either I'm a really good teacher or you're a really fast learner."
"Probably both," you said, grinning with pride.
"Probably," she agreed.
Casey traced the freckles on your shoulder and you drew circles on the back of her hand. You were quiet for a while, but eventually you looked at the clock and saw that it was past midnight.
You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked at her. "So, uh, what's the protocol here?"
"The protocol?" she repeated. "This isn't a courtroom. There's no post-sex protocol."
"No, but..." You bit your lip.
"Spit it out," Casey said.
"I'm afraid I'll sound stupid."
"You've already sounded stupid at least five times today. What's one more?"
You glared at her briefly, then continued. "Well, I want to take a shower because I feel sweaty and sticky, and I don't like that. No offense or anything. I like it in the moment, just not... after. And I don't know the protocol! Do I take a shower here or at my house? Do you have an extra towel? I didn't bring a towel. Am I supposed to? Am I supposed to have travel soap? Do I sleep here or at home? If I don't go home, will it be awkward in the morning?"
By now, you were just spiraling, but you couldn't stop yourself. "What if you tell me I can stay and then I do because I want to spend more time with you, but really you were just being polite and you're tired of me. And then I do that every time, so you get really, really tired of me and want to break up? Or what ifâ"
"Jesus, Y/N," Casey said, planting a kiss on your lips to quiet you. "I want you to stay. And I think you know me well enough to know that I don't say things I don't mean."
"Promise?" you asked, twirling your fingers.
"Promise. Now for the other stuff..."
Casey pulled herself out of bed and you immediately missed her body next to yours. She walked to the closet, stark naked, and rummaged around. You hated yourself a little bit for it, but you couldn't keep your eyes off her ass. You were still reeling that she'd let you fuck her. And she'd enjoyed it.
"Are you staring at my ass?" she accused, smirking as she interrupted your reverie.
Your face flushed. "No..." you said, averting your eyes.
Casey threw a clean towel at you and draped another over her shoulder. "Come on. Let's clean you up."
You leapt off the bed and followed. After tonight, you'd follow her anywhere.
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I promise I searched your blog, but how do you (specifically) zero draft? The post that showed up in a search of your blog was like, bullet point writing whatever is in your head for the.wip, which I think is v cool and would help me finish lofm! So I'm curious how you do it!
Oh yes, okay! I don't think I've actually explained it anywhere, but I love talking about this.
what is a zero draft?
The great thing about a zero draft is that you can pretty much make it whatever you need it to be. For me, I was having a hard time with the middle of my story. I've started and stopped this wip so many times, always getting hung up at the same part as I approach the middle. I've always had a very clear picture of the beginning and the end, but never how to get all the way through from point A to point B. My original outline had things in brackets like [character growth] and [plot stuff], but what does that mean!?
My goal was to get all the way through. So I opened a blank document, started at the beginning, and literally rambled and talked my way through the entire story. I didn't write real prose. It was all stream of consciousness. It was me describing what happens in the story as if I was telling it to a friend. The zero draft was my rubber duck. This was my brainstorming document. I used common vernacular and slang and abbreviations. There are bullet points, numbered lists, sidebars where I rambled about a scene I completely forgot to mention in a previous section. Lots of comments about things I need to include in the next draft. Literally anything and everything I thought of went into the zero draft.
A zero draft can be as long or short as you need it to be. Mine ended up being around 40k words. But I've seen other people say a zero draft is 10k to 20k words. It's really up to you! And when you feel like you've covered enough of the story to move on to the next draft.
And you don't have to go about a zero draft the way I did! Recently, an author I love and follow on instagram (Casey McQuiston) shared in their stories that when they were writing their most recent book, they zero drafted each chapter before they wrote it out. Casey said that because of this, it was first time they didn't have major edits and rewrites afterwards. So if you find yourself needing a little more structure and sense of where you're going, I think a zero draft could be super helpful!
Of course you don't have to have a zero draft, and if you've got a good sense of the plot and character arcs, you might not need one. But it can be a great way to brainstorm and figure out those things if you need to!
#zero draft#zero drafting#writeblr#writing tips#answered#kaatiba#i hope this makes sense and helps!!#am i psyching myself out about having to write real words now? yes#but i'm very excited about my wip again though#so that's helpful too
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â ââShojou Painâââ
âI want to have a connection with someone. I want to be needed by someone. I want the confidence to feel like itâs okay to live.â
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"Ask the second years!" Yuji chides, the two of you huddled up on the floor. A note book sitting on your lap as dozens of manga lay across the your desk. "No way!" You create a an 'x' symbol with your hands.
"What if they think I'm not good enough for him!" You cry out, tugging at your hair. Your phone digs as a notfication from Junpei pops up.
"Ha..? They wouldn't." The pink-nette deadpans.
"Think about it..!"
The heroine was cornerd in a desserted hall as the rival scowls. "Why do you keep bothering him! Weirdo!"
"There's gotta be someone we know who has info on him.." Itadori ponders aloud. "Someone with experience.."
Grabbing your phone, you see the small text. Even he was trying to help you out, even if he was doing special training with Nanami. You read outloud the text he sent.
"Junpei said: "Someone one that knows him well enough." "
Yuji hums in agreement. "Someone we know too.."
The two of you stew in thought as Nobara and Megumi return back to the classroom. Lunches in hand, converseing quietly.
"Wait."
Fushiguro pauses, a strange look on his face. The brunette blinks, turning her attention ahead of them.
"Geh-!? Creepy..." Kugisaki mumbles.
There teacher, who had been hiding by the doorway, watches excitedly. Teetering back and forth on his long legs. Readying to jump into the classroom, like a dog having there name called!
"I got it!" You cheer, jumping out of your seat. Slamming your hands against the desk, your gaze faraway.
"Who?"
"Todo!"
Aftee those words were utter, you could hear a small distraught yell from outside.
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"Okkotsus type eh..." Todo mumbled, his muscular frame leaning back against the chair. "Hmmm.. Well, when I first heard of him. I thought of some total badass."
"He is-!" You tried to defend, but stop yourself, never actually seeing him in action. But hearing how Fushiguro respected him, along with being a Speical grade, hell, even close with your seniors!
He... Was a power house.
But. What did you actually KNOW about HIM?
Shaking away your thoughts, you wait expectantly for an answer.
"Ha! When I saw him though, he looked like a scared lamb!" Todo laughed. "But, I could feel his cursed energy as soon as he stepped in the arena."
Sipping at your drink, you watch your friend smirk as he recalls the memories. You nodded along, especially the smallest details.
"But type of woman... He never really told me." He shrugged as you choke on your straw, coughing into your fist.
"Though, your strength to puruse him is admirable!" Todo pat your shoulder ruffly, laughing again. "I'm quite good at reading people, so I'm sure I know his type!"
You sweated, maybe asking the second-years should of been your first choice.
"A strong, resilient woman, with a big rack." Todo nodded thoughtfully.
"...." You smack your head against the table as Todo smiles smugly at his answer. "...Thanks, Todo..." You grit out, before popping your head back up in realization. "Oh! Right, I almost forgot, here!"
Taking the papers out from your bag, you slide them over to him. Whispering, "for your trouble's." You said seriously.
"Huh? What's this.." He picks them up, then immediately becomes quiet.
Holding out your hand, he takes it quickly. Gripping it firmly as the two of you share a look of aknowlegement.
"Good luck! (Y/N)!"
"Thank you!"
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Eyes ahead on the lap course, you huff as you do. Not as good as your pink haired friend, but doing your best!
Hearing laughter near the bleachers, you slow your pace to get a peek.
Maki laughed manically as she swiped at Yuta with her spear as he expertly dodged. Swinging back at her with his blade.
You gaze in awe, almost stopping completely until your nudge by Kugisaki. "Hey, you' alright? You seem space-casey." Your pace became snail-like as the two of you walked and talked.
"I'm fine, just thinking!" You laugh it off, glancing away.
"Hmmm..." Nobara sighed. "I heard from Itadori that you went out on a date."
"HUH!? -A-h.. No!" You explain your situation to jer quickly, fumbling a bit on a few words. But making sure your point came across.
"Good! Cause' I thought either one of us went on a date we'd tell each other, that idiot was lying, I knew it!"
You bashfully defended Yuji, "He just meant "going out" not.. "OUT." " Nobara scowls. "Your worse than he was when I asked."
Huffing, she leaves your side, but pauses. Glancing back at you. "Though, I'll be sure to help you dress probably for a real date." She sassed, before leaving the track to grab her watterbottle.
You follow after before driffing over to Panda's side discreetly as you could.
Noticing you, the cursed corpse welcomes your presence. "Hey (Y/N)! You wanted to see the action?" Panda jokes as Inumaki agreed. "Salmon."
Face warm, you take a seat with them. "Ah, well... I wanted to ask something."
"Go on.."
"Is.. Is.. Okkotsu, seeing anyone?" You smile anxiously, gazing at your senior classmate hopefully.
"Kelp."
"Oh-ho~!" Panda pats your back encouragingly. "I see! You should of said something sooner! Toge is right though, he's single."
You beam, letting out a relived breath. "Ha... I was super curious, but I got worried, then I asked Todo. And he said Yuta's into big bo-"
"He perfers normal." Panda interupted your rant.
You pause, shutting up. Waiting for him to continue eagerly.
Before Panda could continue, Maki yells at you. "Oi! (Y/N), don't slack off." She calls at you, while you squeak when seeing even Yutas attention directed at you.
Slumping in your seat, you smile reassureingly at your two seniors. "Right.. Sorry."
You hop down from the bleachers, not daring to catch a glance at the male who held your heart. Gazing ahead, you walk past Yuta as your eyes light up when seeing Yuji call you over to the field.
"Hey! (Y/N)! Junpei said he's free this weekend to see Earth Worm Four!"
You scream back with delight as you ran to him. "No way! You think we could convice Nobara and Megumi to come with-!"
The Heroine misses the glances she got, oblivious as a typical shoujo maiden.
Maki sighs at your shouting, ignoring it as she glances at her friend. "Yuta, we can take a break now. You don't seem very focused." She mocks, reading his slightly stiff movements easily.
"Sorry Maki."
"YUUUUTAAA~!" A cheery voice sings, walking into grassy area.
"Oh, Gojo-Sensei?"
"The one and only! But, I got a mission for you."
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[Fan art, reblogs, comments are always apperciated! I hope you all like the update! Are poor guy needs some love!]
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Lil missing scene from the movie
My favorite trope is when a character who is very hungry gets fed
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Caseyâs stomach growls, and he can only hope itâs masked by the rumbling of the tank as it travels through the subway.
Heâs good at ignoring hunger pangs by now. Knows how to swallow them down and push ahead, had to learn because thereâs never been enough food to truly silence them. Maybe when he was a child, and the adults in his life were fine with going with less when it meant he would be full, but as Caseyâs body grew and demanded more and more the colony only had less and less.
He just hopes the turtles didnât hear it. Itâs embarrassing, and not really the impression heâs trying to give. And besides, itâs not like thereâs anything they can do about it. Theyâre not going to stop for lunch.
Unfortunately, his stomach has other plans - right as thereâs a lull in the conversation it growls again, and this time Michelangelo turns away from the console and looks at him in awe.
âDude, was that your stomach!?â
âUhâŚâ He grins, trying to shrug it off. âYes?â
âThat was sooo loud! I thought there was a bear in here!â
âOh. Sorry. Uh⌠itâs been awhile since my last meal.â
Heâs hoping they just drop it there, butâŚ
âHow long is âawhileâ?â asks Leonardo. He sounds unimpressed, and thereâs the same piercing look in his eye that Sensei would have when heâd ask the same. Whenâd you last eat, kid?
So Casey knows thereâs no dodging this one. The thing is, heâs not sure how to answer the question - there was the whole time travel business, and the mission before that, and the time he spent unconscious, and the attack on the Foot ClanâŚ
Point is, he can only guess. He hopes Leonardo doesnât see it as lying.
âUm⌠thirty five hours? Maybe?â Thatâs a pretty conservative estimate, but he hopes it flies. âBut Iâm fine! Iâve handled worse than this.â
Leonardo staring at him. Actually, theyâre all staring at him. None of them look happy, and Caseyâs stomach flips from something other than hunger.
Then Leonardo sighs, and he sounds disappointed. Casey opens his mouth to plead his case, to assure Sensei that heâs fit and ready to go, but Leonardo interrupts him by addressing Donatello instead.
âWhatâve we got in the snack stash, Dee?â
âHmmmâŚâ Donatello flips on the autopilot again, leaving his chair and flipping open a compartment on the wall. âSour candy, hot Cheetoâs, some snack cakesâŚâ
âOh, you donât want any of that on an empty stomach,â says Michelangelo. âTrust me, itâs not worth it.â
âWell, we have some pretzels in here, and⌠oh.â Donatelloâs voice goes a little quieter. âSome of Raphâs protein bars.â
Casey starts to insist that he doesnât want to take Raphaelâs food, but before he can Donatello has closed the compartment, wrapped food in hand.
âIf youâve been eating,â he makes a face, âleaves and rats, this is probably the best thing we can give you right now.â He fans them out. âWe have plain and chocolate chunk.â
âI like the peanut butter ones,â says Michelangelo, âbut we canât keep those around.â
(A memory: Master Michelangelo making him a peanut butter sandwich as a special treat. Carefully wiping down the counter and utensils heâd used. When Casey asked, heâd said, âBecause Raph-â
The sad look on his face was brief, but Casey never forgot.
ââŚBecause we need to be careful, in case someone has a peanut allergy.â)
âI know.â
He takes one of the plain ones, unwrapping it hesitantly. Senseiâs voice echoes in his head, Eat slow. Small bites.
He knows he should, but when he tastes it his stomach roars to life, ravenous and angry. Before he knows it heâs eaten the entire bar in four barely chewed bites, and wishes he hadnât because now itâs gone and he feels hungrier than when he began.
Theyâre still staring at him. He doesnât know what to do, so he just says, âThank you,â sincerely, because sharing food is the ultimate gesture of love in the apocalypse.
The rest of the bars are suddenly being shoved his way - four of them in total. âHere,â says Donatello, not meeting his eyes. âYou can have the rest.â
âAh, no,â he says quickly, trying to push them back. âI canât take-â
âRaph always forgets theyâre here, anyway,â says Donatello, waving him off. âSomeone might as well eat them.â
Casey takes the bars. Donatello sits back down. Theyâre not looking at him anymore.
He looks at the protein bars in his hands. Heâs still hungry.
He takes smaller bites this time. Savors the taste of oats and other flavors he canât readily identify. Itâs good. Itâs really, really good.
He stows the last three bars away. He may need them later. Or maybe he can give them back to Raphael, after they rescue him.
âThree minutes to Metro Tower,â says Donatello, and he focuses up. His stomachâs quiet now - thereâs no excuses.
He found the key. Now itâs time to stop the Krang.
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Hey, These are my Springtime Headcanons!
That's right, we all know that I'm talking about mating season. I tried to not go explicit with these but by the vey nature of these headcanons they are adults doing adult things, so read at your own discretion. Thereâs cussing and mentions/alludes to adult activities. Set in 2023 so turtles are 24-25
Spring starts slow, creeping up like an itch on their carapace and a skin sensitivity. It hits them all in slightly different degrees of uncomfortableness, but by the end of the roughly two weeks theyâre all done with each other and their own instincts. Splinter caught on to the signs of encroaching puberty in their early teenage years. When they were younger, all it amounted to was shedding shells and outbursts of manic emotion and moodiness, but by the time the the turtles are in their twenties itâs a full hormonal raging see-saw. He nopes out to Caseyâs and Aprilâs apartment every year by then. They make up the guest room for him and he turns off his phone for the duration. His sons are adults, they can figure out their own shit, and in his older age he values his peace and quiet. And the Lair in springtime is anything but that.
Everything comes out of left field and sucker punches the turtles every year. The human friends of the bale might have picked up on cues to determine when the craziness is gonna start, but to the turtles it feels like nothing is amiss until theyâre in the thick of it nine miles behind enemy lines, ass deep in cleaning supplies, snack food, and suddenly unable to stand the sight or smell of each other.
Territorial out the wazoo, and thatâs an understatement. Theyâll get pissy over someone wiping their feet on the wrong shower rug. Everything in their space must be clean, must be straight, orderly and neat. For Leo this is no problem, but Raphael and Mikey spend a good day or two cleaning out their rooms because their turtle brains can stand the âpigstyâ all of a sudden and they canât find the one object they need that they havenât thought about all year. One year for Raph it was a particular pair of boxing gloves and he didnât sleep for three days straight trying to find them. The compulsion to have a clean space drives Donnie up the wall the most, because the poor turtle will never have a clean Lab, no matter how hard he tries. The good side of that is, no one runs into hormonal Donnie as long as they stay away from the Lab- which is a good thing since he discovered years ago caffeine makes everything worse. Just imagine, hormonal Donnie with no caffeine. shudder.
One time Casey nipped down to grab something Splinter forgot, and when he came back home April Frebreeze-ed him outside the apartment before he was allowed to enter. The turtles stink during their springtime, especially with only rival males around to interact with. Itâs like theyâre each putting out âfuck you and fuck offâ stench and it permeates the air. Casey said it smells like a musky skunk, and April swears it smells like a boyâs locker room when she got a whiff of it second handed off Casey. Splinter shocked them both by mumbling into his tea âIt smells like theyâre horny and pissy.â Raph is the worst at this, but Leo is a close second. Every time poor Mikey sticks his nose outside his bedroom all he can smell is âfuck you and the horse you rode in onâ from his elder two brothers and being the smallest and youngest, his turtle senses equate it to âIâm gonna get my ass kicked if I leave this roomâ.Â
Despite everyone being frustrated and pissy about it, thereâs not a lot of fist fights going on. Itâs more subtle postering than anything overt, and itâs mostly between Leo and Raph. Whenever they clock the other in their peripheral, they start up a warning rumble that, in Raphâs case, will shake the furniture in the room if he puts effort into it. At most itâll escalate into huffing and flexing their arms and chests, but itâs likely to scare the shit out of anyone watching. Every once in a while Mikey will be feeling his oats and will rumble back, and itâs usually enough to shock the shit out of his bigger brothers and theyâll stop for a bit. Leo absolutely hates it. Heâs the leader, but come Springtime everyone seems to forget that, and for him it feels like every time he sees Raphael heâs in a power struggle for the mantle. Raph is just pissed he has to see Leo's ugly mug and judgmental eye rolls when heâd rather just get his food and get the fuck back to watching tv in his room with his door locked.Â
The one thing that will cause them to stop in their tracks, however, is the discovery of anything smol. Raph turns on his tv and sees baby animals by accident? Bawls for hours. Families or small children running around exploring on Mikeyâs instagram reel feed? Turtle is hit in the chest with the thought that he will likely never be a father. Leo finds old photos of when they were toddlers while cleaning his room?Heâll avoid everyone for the rest of the day, chest tight at the thought of little faces that resemble his own. Donnie finds all the parenting books he downloaded over the hope of âwhat ifâ? Heâll throw them in the trash and then dig them out hours later in a silent apology to whatever kernel of hope he has.
Now as the turtles get older, thereâs always the chance they have an s/o during their Springtime. They learned the hard way that things can get really weird, really quickly, when one year April hugged Raph goodbye after a game night in March and she said âwow you smell really good for some reasonâ- cue the turtles locking eyes in dawning horror and scuttling out of the room like their pants are literally on fire, and April disgustedly cussing Raph out over the phone once she figured out what exactly was happening. So, needless to say, if the turtles do have an s/o during these two weeks, there is a strict order to stay away from the Lair. If the relationship is far along enough, the turtle could join their s/o at their place, provided they can take the whole two weeks and then some off work, because there is no way any of the turtles could chill enough to let their s/o leave the safety of the nest until turtle.exe stops hogging the brain console and logic comes back online. Even if their s/o leaves just to run errands, theyâll likely come home to find a stressed turtle panic cleaning and vibrating off the walls, rumbling every time they hear footsteps outside in the hall⌠Maybe itâs better just to leave him in the Lair to preserve his poor blood pressure.
Courtship behavior, however, comes out as well in the Springtime, and itâs something to contend with if either the warning isnât heeded or the turtle heads aboveground. During the other months of the year, the turtles are more into romancing their s/oâs in a more ânormalâ manner, but during those two weeks the little voice that warns them humans wonât really âgetâ all the turtle-y interactions goes suspiciously quiet. Actions such as kissing, hand holding, and personal bubble space go right out the proverbial window, and in their place pop up some more hindbrain postering that, well to be honest, can be downright confusing
One of the most obvious courtships traits is dogging their s/oâs footsteps. Itâs a shadowing instinct, made ten times worse by their ninja training and their ability to move silently, and nine times out of ten they donât even realize theyâre doing it until their s/o turns and runs into them. Theyâre always in the way, always underfoot, and if they canât physically follow theyâll track with their gaze. It gets worse if the other turtles are around, to the point where their s/o might feel like theyâre being stalked by a particularly rumbly bodyguard that covers their back at all times. Surprisingly (sarcasm), Mikey is the worst offender. Leo is the best at keeping himself to only following with his eyes, but eventually theyâll all break and find themselves one step from being up against their chosen partner.
Another turtle-y interaction that grips them hard is the need to provide. He notices his s/o hasnât eaten in a few hours? Heâll make a point to get them to eat or to bring them snacks. The roomâs too cold or thereâs too few blankets to cuddle up in? Heâll bring the covers from the bed if he canât get away with just relocating to the bedroom, but no matter what heâs getting some article of his ill-fitting clothing on his s/o. Itâs a âkill two birds with one stoneâ technique that soothes the itch in his snout that absolutely freaks him out when he realizes his s/o doesnât smell like him.
The turtles also turn handsy overnight. Their s/o better be prepared for casual touch at any open opportunity, because the turtles will not waste it. Everything from a hand on the small of their s/oâs back, to touching any bare skin, to fluttering their fingers against their s/oâs face. The latter happens the least, and only when no one else is around to witness it. If their s/o ever tries to turn the tables and return the favor around others, it quickly becomes apparent by the sputtering and coughing from the other brothers that they might not understand all the connotations associated with the action. Cue their turtle getting flustered and all but ducking their head into their shell in embarrassment over being propositioned in front of his family.
Cuddle time dissolves into massages as an excuse to rub up against their s/o, to the point that the s/o might have to point out that massages are usually done with hands and not by just bumping and rubbing a turtle snout over any body part they can reach, which will only be answered with annoyed grumbling and insistence that they âarenâtâ doing that⌠while not stopping doing exactly that. There is also no such thing as personal space while cuddling- if their s/o doesnât want a heavy ass turtle in their lap, they better nab that spot first or risk being squashed.
Speaking of turtle rumbles, those arenât the only sounds that come out with a vengeance during springtime. The turtles all churr more readily, chirp and click to get each others and their s/oâs attention, but when theyâre alone with their s/o it ramps up, to the point where theyâll forgo words all together. Donnie is the worst offender as heâs battling not only hormones but also caffeine withdrawals, and as such he tends to only hiss at his brothers when they stick their heads into his lab to make sure heâs still alive. With their s/o's however, it's all rumbles deep in their chest and churrs that are likely to rattle the breath in their chests. Raph has the lowest auditory range with his rumbles while Mikey sounds the sweetest.
#tmnt bayverse#tmnt headcannons#tmnt bayverse headcanons#TMNT springtime head canons#TMNT leonardo#tmnt raphael#tmnt donatello#tmnt michelangelo#bayverse leonardo#bayverse raphael#bayverse donatello#bayverse michelangelo#bayverse leo#bayverse raph#bayverse donnie#bayverse mikey#my writing snippets
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while out on a solo bar trip...
???: nova? nova: omg... casey? casey langerak??
casey: yeah! hey! sorry, I know we weren't really close but I feel like I haven't seen anyone from school for forever. nova: don't tell me you've outgrown the whole lone wolf thing. you used to be so shy! casey: ah, yeah, haha.. it wasn't really by choice though. nova: oh god, I'm sorry. I totally forgot, listen- casey: nah it's alright. everyone believed those rumours about my mom. it's alright if you did too, we were kids back then. nova: not at all, I never did. I was the weird kid with the wacky uncles and green cousin everyone liked to laugh about. I knew the struggle. casey: damn, that's right. I guess we were both quiet for similar reasons. nova: too bad, we should've been friends. maybe we could've struggled together.
#sims 2 descendants extended universe#the sims#sims 4#ts4#ts4 gameplay#curious family#nova curious#casey langerak
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Maybe an isekai where the transported FeMC knows one of the characters has hypnosis powers (love rival? twist villain? Just The Villain?) and does everything she can to avoid him. That makes him suspicious, so he corners her and uses his powers & learns a lot more than he was expecting...
Anon you have reached into my soul with this prompt. I am SO excited to write this I canât even EXPLAIN.
Whatâs worse than being hit by a truck and magically waking up inside of your favourite show?
Knowing all of the plot twists ahead of time.
She could never feel comfortable around her new magical friends! Whenever she looked at them all she saw was the plot:
Casey would lose the love of her life.
Danell would turn to the dark side to try and save her family.
Trevor would permanently lose all of his memories of their time together.
And Ryan?
âSomething the matter?â Ryan said, clocking in on her checked-out look.
Ryan was the villain.
âOh. Sorry, I totally spaced. What did you say?â she replied.
Who was she, you ask? The main character, of course.
The fact that she knew she was a main character was awful. I mean, the first thing she did was dye her naturally bright pink hair a nice earthy brown. And get blue contacts for her purple eyes.
It didnât counteract the curse of a main character, though.
Love interests of every gender threw themselves at her feet. Mysteries and prophecies popped up every two days. She couldnât even walk three steps without stumbling across a mystical artefact to help her and her friends save the world through the â¨power of friendshipâ¨.
Yay.
So, as they sat around chatting she tried to pretend this group was as normal as possible.
But she couldnât do that with Ryan.
Ryan had these powers, ways of controlling and manipulating the main cast. He rarely used them this early on in the series.
But that didnât mean he wouldnât.
She started out by avoiding him as much as possible. Putting her earbuds in as soon as he spoke. Switching classes (which she always sat in the back of, by the window).
He clocked on pretty quickly - which was annoying.
Then, when cornered about why she was acting so weirdly around him she claimed it was because she had some crush on him which only made him more suspicious and led to three episodes of her friends trying to force them together.
And now?
He was watching her. He knew something was up. He knew that she knew something she shouldnât.
And she had run out of excuses to avoid him.
One by one her friends left to deal with some side plot that had cropped up, and before she could react she was sitting alone with him.
âSo, penny for your thoughts?â He started, pushing the emo black hair out of his eyes.
Total villain stereotype.
âOh, nothing!â
Being the main character, her smooth, easy lie, came out jumbled and awkward. Just a by-product of being in the presence of a villain. Or maybe he was activating the part of his powers that made them slip up.
Either way he could read her like a book.
âCome on, I donât bite.â He let some of his deep tone sink into the words and she felt her head go slightly fuzzy.
She jumped to attention at once to snap out of it.
âOh! Wow! I uh, I forgot about the - thing! Gotta go do the thing, yep. See you later, Ryan!â She tripped over air, steadying herself. She was still affected by whatever he had done to her.
ââŚdid I do something?â He asked, voice surprisingly small.
âWhat? No! I told you. I have to go get the thing!â She said, eyes darting away from his gaze.
âReally?â He said, something shifting in his facial expression. He began to raise his hand, and she instinctively shut her eyes to block them out.
He stopped. Looking between her and the glow of his fingertips.
âOh.â
Sheâd played her card, hearing the curiosity and amusement in his voice.
âHow long have you known?â He asked, calmly. She stood firm, unyielding, eyes squeezed tight.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âIs that so?â He laughed. âThen why donât you open your eyes?â
She felt the temptation, his magic at work, tugging at her. She wanted to open her eyes. No, he wanted her to feel that way.
Stay strong.
âCome on⌠just a little peek?â His hands glowed more, her face relaxing as his power sank into her. Sheâd feared this day for a while, but now she was living it her mind couldnât find the will to fight back.
Her eyes opened low, and that was enough.
The glow filled her vision, her eyes wide and jaw slack.
âThere you go. That wasnât so hard, was it?â He said, and if she could think sheâd have realised that was the exact quote he said during the grand revealâŚ
But she couldnât think. She couldnât begin to imagine resisting.
âNow, why donât you tell me how you knew about my powers hmmm?â His glowing finger beconning her closer.
Her legs moved on their own.
âWell?â
She froze, what little part of her was aware tried to fight it. But it was no use.
She spilled it all. How she ended up here. The plot of the show. Everyoneâs hidden subplots and character arcs.
By the end of it he simply sat and contemplated what she had told him for a moment.
He stared at the broken woman before him.
âWell, I guess now is when things get interestingâŚâ
#ugh anyone know any good mind control animeâs this idea is going to live in my head rent free from now on#hypnok1nk#hypnosis#mind control#brainwashing#hypnotized#watcher answers#mindfuck#watcher writes#watcherâs stories
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Hey đ sorry forgot to put it in the ask box but here it is.
April who has a niece who is very innocent and soft spoken who also wears pink and blue frilly outfits that Leo canât help but crush on her because she is so cute especially when the reader herself has never been in a relationship because of her shyness and Leo wants to be her first and last relationship. He ends up telling her that he wants to marry her someday.
Please and thank you đ
Warnings: romance, fluff, very minor suggestiveness
There was something about you that Leonardo couldnât quite put his finger on, something that made his heart ache with the dire need to protect you from the ugliness of the world.
It certainly didnât help that you had this sort of shy innocent aura about you, the way your eyes would blink in awe and wonder, whenever Donnie showed you his latest invention or when Mikey would display the latest trick he learned on his skateboard.
Even Raph couldnât help the snort of amusement whenever your soft spoken voice praised him when he finished recalling a story about his Nightwatcher days or when he demolished yet another training dummy.
To add in to Leoâs strange infatuation with you, you always wore either these pink or blue outfits adorned with frills, as if they added to your wholesome demeanor. Be it skirts, dresses, shorts, blouses or even a tank top, something on you always had a frill of some sort and Leo wanted nothing more than to grab the fabric between his three fingers and rub it between them. Especially when the blue was a particular shade nearly similar to his mask color.
All these things yet it never truly occurred to the terrapin that he could possibly have a crush on you.
No because you were Aprilâs niece; so sugary sweet once you opened up to them in due time, your innocence beaming onto Leo and his brothers like a beacon of light in their mostly dark world.
Leo suppresses his steadily growing feelings for you by focusing more on his training, making sure his brothers are in tip top shape, maintaining a proper and civil relationship with you whenever you came down to visit them.
But it proved to be more difficult the more he saw you. For he wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, take you to the rooftop and cradle you under the moonlight while whispering sweet nothings against your ear.
What the leader in blue didnât know is that you harbor the same feelings back, however are way too painfully shy to ever say anything about it. Not to him at least.
Imagine Leoâs surprise when he stops by April and Caseyâs one night to pick up a book that she recommended for him, Casey not present, and before he makes his presence known, hears a conversation going on between the two of you.
âI just⌠I donât know, Aunt April.â You mumble while playing with your fingers, gaze cast downward.
From Leoâs place on the balcony, he can see the two of you sitting at the kitchen table with your back to him, April seated a bit sideways but still facing you.
âHow long have you felt this way about him?â April asks you gently.
You shrug, still occupied with your hands.
âAwhile. But I could never say anything to him.â
Him? Whoâs him?
âWell why not? You never know, he could feel the same way towards you.â
Leo almost laughs at the adorable way you scoff and roll your eyes but stops himself from doing so when the thought of someone else being yours overtakes it.
âEven if he did Iâd have no idea how to act. Surely thereâs no way Leo would wanna be with someone who has no experience whatsoeverâŚâ
Now that makes his heart stop and then rapidly speed up. Him? Your crush was on⌠him?
Your statement makes April snort, her hand coming out to place a comforting touch on your knee. She gives you a sympathetic smile along with a tender squeeze.
âI mean, not to sound like that but guarantee that Leo nor his brothers have had any sort of experience.â She chuckles and leans back in her chair.
Ouch. True, but ouch.
âI think you should tell him! Because even if he doesnât reciprocate, which he will, itâs good practice for you to get out your shell. No pun intended.â
Has he been that obvious with his feelings for you? And he thought he was doing such a good job at hiding them. Whatâs the point of being a ninja if you can even mask your feelings for someoneâŚ
âTrust me, honey. Raph told me last time I was down in the Lair with you guys.â
Both your and Leo cheeks flush furiously, the turtle trying to remember what exactly he did the last time the two of you were down with them for Raph to pick up on his crush on you.
Then again, his hot headed brother is the most perceptive out of all of them.
Leo decides to wait a few minutes before tapping his knuckles on the window, the little jump you make followed by the comically wide eyed expression you put on makes Leo just want to scoop you up and tell you that he feels the same. But he decides to keep his lips sealed for a little while longer, at least until he can get you alone and properly confess his feelings.
Because he wants to engrave into your pretty little mind that he will be your first and most certainly last relationship.
He makes pleasant chitchat with you and April after she hands him the book, trying to subtly display his crush on you by maintaining proper eye contact and even standing just a smidge closer to you before bidding his farewells and heading back towards the window.
He turns around one last time, looking at April and then to you. He throws you a soft wink, hating that he canât see your reaction for he swiftly bolts out after doing so. He doesnât miss the sharp inhale you take from your nose however, that small noise boosting Leoâs ego immensely.
â-
Itâs nearly a week later when you finally come back to visit them, Leoâs little stunt having made you short circuit and causing April to comfort you while trying to hold back her own smile.
Leo lets himself grin big when you step into the main area of the Lair, once again dressed up in what heâs come to realize is his favorite blue skirt decorated with frills. He canât help but let his eyes roam over your legs, picturing you draping them across his lap while he runs his fingers up and downâ
âYo Leo! Your girlfriend wants to talk to ya!â
Oh he could smack Raph upside the head for that comment, your hand flying to cover your mouth from his blunt attitude. Raph however, is tired of seeing the two of you dance around each other and if he has to light the match to get flame going then so be it.
Leo makes his way to you, sheepish smile on his lips and extends his hand to give an apologetic touch. It isnât out of the ordinary for him or you, but given the new information youâve both acquired, thereâs an underlying sense of something else to it.
âYou wanted to talk?â He lets the tips of fingers trail down the length of your arm as he pulls it away.
âOh! Um, yes.â Your hands come together to twist and tug, the sudden wave of nerves hitting you all at once. Leo knows he has to take initiative but he lets himself bask in that cute bashful expression upon your features, the way your lips open and close to try and start your sentence but never even getting a peep out.
âHow about we move this conversation somewhere else?â He suggests gently, nudging his head towards a vague direction. You silently thank him for taking the lead, offering a faint smile and lowering your hands down. You end up walking side by side towards the tea room he and Splinter often spend time in. Leo allows his hand to brush delicately against yours as you walk, side glancing you every time he does so to see those faint quirks of your lips go upward.
God he wants to hold your hand so bad but he restraints himself, not wanting to overwhelm you especially when you havenât even confessed yet.
He motions for you to sit first with a sweep of his arm. You fold your skirt under your thighs before sitting down, looking up when Leo asks if you want a cup of tea before talking.
âItâll help calm your nerves.â He jokes softly, happy when you agree.
When the teaâs done, he sets the cup in front of you, a comforting touch on your shoulder before he goes to sit across from you. The silence is peaceful, both of you blowing air to cool down your drinks before taking a sip. You hum in delight, closing your eyes as the earthy flavors blend on your tongue and the temperature pleasant on your throat. Leo clears his own and sets his tea down, sitting on his knees and resting his palms on his thighs.
âSo,â he starts. âYou wanted to speak with me?â
The nerves churn in your stomach and your palms come to circle around your hot cup, the burn doing just enough to steady you.
âUm, yeah I did.â
You can do this. Just say it! Say you like him! Take the plunge!
âIââ
âI like you.â
You blink in surprise, eyes going wide at Leoâs sudden confession. Once again your mouth parts, quiet intakes of breath passing in and out as you try and conjure up a sentence. Your fingers tap against the cup as you attempt to unscramble your brain, his sentence making you lose all sense of thought. He patiently waits for you, unable to prevent his smile from forming as he takes in your shocked expression.
âSorryââ
âI like you too,â
Your voice is quiet, nearly a breath of a whisper but he heard you.
You surprise yourself when you blurt out the secret thatâs been on your mind from the moment you met Leonardo, but you feel so much lighter when the confession leaves your lips.
Leo gets up from his spot and sits next to you, taking your hands in his and bringing them close to his plastron. Your heart picks up speed, doing your best to keep your focus on him but ultimately you look away from his gaze. Leo lets go of one of your hands to turn your face back to him, letting his fingers linger on your jaw.
âI,â you flex your fingers in his hold, âI really like you. A lot.â Even when you murmur, it makes his heart skip a beat.
âI really like you too. A lot.â He chuckles, scooting an inch closer so that your knees touch. âI promise to take care of you. To love and cherish you until my very last breath.â
You grin at him, laughing softly at his declaration.
âYou sound like youâre saying vows.â You tease.
âDo I? Consider it practice since I want to marry you someday,â
Leoâs confidence is something that attracted you in the first place. But his statement nearly takes your breath away.
âMarry me?â You whisper in disbelief.
He gives a single nod, leaning in close to brush his lips against your cheek.
âMarry you.â
His kiss on your skin makes you feel golden, breathless and lightheaded all at the same time. Your smile is one for the books, cheeks nearly reaching your eyes when he pulls back to admire your love struck gaze.
âCan I kiss you?â
It would be a first for him and certainly for you, but you canât think of someone better than to share this experience with.
âPlease.â You mouth happily, pressing your lips together in excitement when his touch on your jaw shifts to take hold of your chin.
Itâs featherlight his kiss, Leo not wanting to overwhelm you but after a few seconds even the ever patient pristine ninja canât help but press his mouth ever so slightly harder against yours.
Heâs pleasantly surprised when you try to part you lips to feel him more.
He wants to ravish you, skim his mouth over every inch of your body, touch you wherever he can and taste youâ
He pulls back at his intrusive thoughts, chuckling in embarrassment when he feels the beginnings of arousal form within himself like some kind of pre teen.
Your eyes open to find his brown ones staring intently, his grip on you tightening a bit. His tongue peeks out to run over his teeth, another bashful laugh sounding in your ears.
âIf youâre comfortable, we can take this to my room? Talk more about us and maybeâŚ?â
He knows heâs being cheeky, the tilt of his head says enough. But when you flutter your pretty eyes at him, letting your perfect lips shape into that âoâ, he knows that youâre going to have him wrapped around your finge until the end of time.
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Them as Bridgerton Scenes: Confessing
note: different quotes from different scenes will be spliced together/modified to fit the character.
Leo:
"Why can't you just look at me!?"
"Because I fear of what I'll do!"
Leo's blue eyes grew to look frightened. You went on a date and were excited to tell him all about it. The person was wonderful to you all evening and you looked forward to seeing them again. You were until Leo refused to hear anything at all about how your night had went. It was odd, he was always willing to listen to you.
It happened a few weeks ago that you were playing truth or dare with the turtles. April introduced you to them a few years ago, you and Leo became attached at the hip. He thought highly of you, and you him. A game of truth or dare came about and Casey dared you to kiss Leo as payback for your dare on him. You weren't one to back down so you kissed who you were dared to. But there was a problem.
Something changed in Leo. He grew distant, cold even. He felt himself choking when he saw you and unable to look you in the eye. The kiss meant nothing but meant everything. He had wanted to kiss you for so long but you didn't seem to feel the same. You continued on dating while he stayed back and watched you.
"What are you saying? Leo, you haven't even looked at me in weeks! Why?" You pleaded, walking closer to him.
He kept his eyes on the ground. "I can't tell you."
"You can't or you won't?" You whispered. You were met with silence. "Answer me!" You shouted.
"I am a gentleman!" He shouted back. "My father raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence." His voice dwindling to a whisper.
"I don't understand..." You whispered, your eyes finding his.
"I have spent so long trying to feel less, trying to be the kind of man society expects me to be. And for a moment, I thought I had succeeded." Leo bit the inside of his lip, his eyes casting down to the floor. "But these past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you." He slowly looked up, his eyes shining. "About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact, preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture, but one which I cannot, will not, do not want to give up." His eyes became determined.
"I-I...I don't know what to say." You whispered. "I thought," you swallowed, "maybe you forgot that."
"I could never forget that." He whispered back, leaning down so his eyes were level with yours. "I could never forget that rush, no matter how hard I try."
"Leo..." You breathed.
He leaned in and closed the gap between your lips. You knew you 100% owed Vern.
Raph:
"Will you please just tell me what's wrong!?"
"Will it shut you up!?"
You and Raph had known eachother for a long time. You met one night at the park. You were riding your dirtbike (or other device) and he decided he would challenge you from the shadows. It wasn't until you hit a rock and flew off the bike that you saw his true form. You were instantly drawn to him because of his difference.
Your friendship blossomed and you looked forward to meeting him every week, doing different activities like dancing or just walks. You exchanged numbers and talked every moment you could. You considered him to be your best friend. His family even liked you and accepted you, you were happy for the first time in a long time. Up until two weeks ago, anyway.
Raph had been acting stranger than usual. Not saying much, acting like you were genuinely annoying him. He was brushing you off and making excuses to not see you. You finally had enough and went to the lair to confront him for his odd behavior. You didn't expect him to get this angry about it, however. You poked the bear too hard.
"God, Raph! You're so childish! Why is it so hard for you to talk like an adult? You need to grow up!" You snapped, walking toward him.
He huffed and rolled his eyes. "I am grown!"
"Then show it, dammit!" You snapped. "Tell me why you now hate me."
"I never said I hated you." He mumbled.
"Then what is it, Raphael!?" You shouted, shoving his arm. "I can't play these games with you!"
"I love you!" He shouted, his eyes widened. "Iâve loved you from the moment we raced each other in that park. I've loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time weâve been together and every time weâve been apart." His face softened, he ran a hand over his face. "Ya don't have to accept it, you don't have to embrace it or even allow it. Knowing you, ya probably won't." He swallowed, moving closer to you. "But ya gotta know it in your heart. Ya must feel it, because I do. I love you." He whispered.
"Raph...I didn't know." You whispered, putting a hand on his arm. "I wouldn't have pushed you."
"I know I'm imperfect, but I will humble myself before you, because I can't imagine my life without ya." He whispered back. "Y/N, I mean it."
"Prove it." You muttered, your eyes finding his green ones.
Raph reached and cupped your face, pulling you into a kiss. You were thankful for that night in the park.
Donnie:
"You're avoiding me."
"I'm not, I said I'm busy."
Donnie was, for a lack of better terms, a strange guy. He had a way with words and a way with actions. Geeky charm, if you will. You found yourself drawn to him the moment April brought you to meet the turtles. Dare you say, you considered him to be your best friend. You had a lot in common and he always treated you kindly.
He was always willing to help you with anything you needed. You enjoyed listening to him ramble on and always valued his thoughts and opinions. He offered a safe place for you to go when you needed to escape and you were a great listener. Donnie liked that about you, he trusted you and you him. You could both be yourselves without fearing any judgment.
The strange thing was that he was suddenly shutting you out. You figured it was because he was stressed but he was completely fine with April. He also didn't offer to help fix your laptop without you asking like usual, he wasn't acting like his usual self. It was starting to weigh on you. You felt like you did or said something to offend him.
"You're not too busy for April, not even Casey." You replied, crossing your arms. "Did I do something or say something?"
"No." He simply said, not looking at you.
"Donnie, you're obviously upset with me about something." You stated, putting a hand on his shoulder. He moved away. "You're mad at me."
"I said I'm not mad." He stated again, standing up.
"Then why are you acting like this?" You pleaded. "I promise whatever it is I'll fix it!"
"You vex me." Donnie admitted, his body turned away from yours. "You are the bane of my existence. I did not ask for this, to be plagued by these feelings. Being driven to distraction everytime you walk in a room." He peered over his shoulder, his eyes on the floor. "I have never met anyone like you. It is maddening how you consume my very being." His voice had gone to just above a whisper. His eyes had become glossy. "I burn for you. Every scar, every flaw, every imperfection." He swallowed. "I love you."
"Donnie..I-I had no idea.." You whispered, walking towards him. "All this time..?"
"All I find myself being able to breathe for," he turned around and walked towards you, "is for you."
"Just kiss me." You breathed, reaching up to embrace him.
Donnie captured his lips with yours. You felt like a real prince/princess.
Mikey:
"How could you do this to me!?"
"I said I'm sorry!"
You were putting yourself back into the dating scene. Mikey was all for helping you and listening to your troubles. He even helped you ready for the dates and hyped you up. He always wanted to hear all about what worked and what didn't. He just wanted to make sure that you were going to find someone to make you happy.
Mikey was harbouring a dark secret, he deeply felt for you, more than a friend should. He couldn't stop thinking of you. He hated you going out with other people, despised it even. But he couldn't tell you that because he couldn't give you what you deserved, a normal life.
Casey introduced you two, and while Mikey was always flirty, he found himself smitten right away. He tried to be a gentleman and treat you right, hoping you'd get the hint, but you never did. Instead, you treated him like you did his brothers. It stung but he never wanted you to know, but you found out anyway, you only caught the end of the conversation.
"I really liked them! They were kind and-and treated me nicely." You snapped. "Why would you lie to them?"
"I didn't." He stated, his eyes on the floor.
"But you did! Mikey, I'm not dating anyone!" You huffed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I would be if you hadn't of said that."
"I lied about the dating thing but nothing else." He mumbled.
"What?" You asked, walking closer. "What do you mean about nothing else? What else did you say?"
"Everything I told them was true. I can't stop thinking of you. From when you wake up to when you go to sleep, and your dreams. My thoughts of you never end." He whispered, his eyes brimming with tears. "With you, conversation has always been easy. Your laughter brings me joy." He slowly looked up from the floor. "To meet someone beautiful is one thing, but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of people is another." He sadly smiled at you. "I want a life that suites us both...So," he swallowed, "tell me you feel nothing and I'll walk away forever."
"Mikey...Since when..? Why?" You whispered. "Why did you wait to tell me?"
"Because I'm tired of pretending and I can't continue acting as if I don't love you." He replied, reaching out and grabbing your hands. "Because I do. I love all of you."
"I love you too." You whispered.
Mikey's hands went around your waist and pulled you into a kiss. You walked in just in time.
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