#don't look at me I'm YEARNING

[cj-schlatt]

ima need some cutesy "can I kiss you?" 🙏🙏

Sorry this took me so long! Hope you like it! <3

Content: Fluff! First kiss, gn!cc!reader

(Prompt list here)

A slight breeze ruffles your clothes, but you’re comfortable as you walk along the beach, listening to the soft crashing of the waves beside you. 

It’s a perfect night—the perfect end to a perfect day. It all started with you appearing on Chuckle Sandwich, finally getting to meet Schlatt and Ted in person for the first time.

“So, this is your first Vidcon?” Ted had asked after introducing you on the podcast.

“Yep!” you had confirmed with a grin. “First Vidcon, first time on a podcast—a lotta firsts this week.”

You know Vidcon tomorrow is going to be chaotic, but you’re looking forward to it. Still, you’re glad you arrived a day early to be on the podcast and get yourself acclimated to the unfamiliar area.

After you finished recording, Schlatt had invited you to dinner. For all the complaining he does about Los Angeles, he’s visited enough times now to know the best places to eat.

Now, Schlatt walks alongside you on the beach. He’s quiet and contemplative, so different from the loud personality that you witnessed while filming earlier in the day.

Deciding you want something small to remember this day by, you begin scanning the sand around you for seashells. You stoop down when you find a good one and pick it up.

Now a few paces ahead of you, Schlatt stops and turns around once he realizes you’re no longer next to him. “What’re you doing?” he asks.

“Just looking for seashells,” you say, holding up the scallop shell you’ve found.

He takes a couple of steps closer to you. You smile at him, noticing the way the moonlight reflects in his eyes. You wonder if he sees the same thing in yours.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks softly after a moment.

You freeze, eyes widening, breath caught in your throat.

Noticing your reaction, Schlatt backtracks, “I’m sorry, I—”

“No!” You’re quick to cut him off as you regain your composure. “Sorry, it’s just…” You look down, suddenly very interested in the footprints in the sand around you. “I’ve never been kissed before.”

“Well, we can add it to your list of firsts for the week,” he murmurs.

You take a breath before meeting his eyes, finding nothing but softness and understanding there.

“I’d like that,” you breathe.

Schlatt closes the small distance between you, gently cupping your face in his large, warm hands. He leans in, and your eyes flutter shut as his lips meet yours. The kiss is soft, tender, unhurried. You would be perfectly content to stay in this moment forever, you think.

Eventually, he pulls back, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “How was that?” he asks.

“Can we do that again?” you ask in place of answering.

He laughs, a breathy thing that makes your heart flutter. “Yeah, we can,” he says, pulling you towards him once more.

You drop the seashell and wrap your arms around his neck. You don’t think you’ll need a souvenir to remember this night, after all.

[forgetful-river]

Jade Harley and her favorite barnacle

[gigglegrub]

Being touch-starved and aromantic gotta be the worst combo ever like what do you MEAN I want to be cuddled ALL THE TIME but also alone FOREVER???

[apricior]

i think transatlanticism by death cab for cutie should count as emotional terrorism at this point

[novelconcepts]

The more the show progresses, the more I want to see the 90s cast infiltrating the modern timeline. We've gotten hints of it with Shauna and her younger self, her Jackie hauntings. We've gotten a little more with adult Lottie seeing teenage Nat (and Laura Lee), and with Natalie getting teenage Lottie in her final moments. I want more. I want the teen cast to be absolutely invasive on pivotal adult moments, infecting their adult counterparts when least expected. I want Taissa's argument with Van to dissolve into their teenage selves, their bond endless and timeless and inescapable. I want Misty absolutely wrecked by young Natalie lurking around corners, watching from mirrors. I want to see these women unable to navigate adulthood without the specters of their teenage selves cropping up absolutely everywhere, more and more as they let the memories in, as they stop being able to repress the trauma. They didn't grow up. They never could. You are always doomed to regress around your high school teammates. You are haunted by the phantom elements of your misspent youth. It is a comfort, and it is a gift, and it is a trial, and it is a curse. I would love to see that reflected with greater intensity, until the lines blur, until the timelines have no choice but to intersect. They haven't escaped themselves at all. They didn't grow up. They just got older.

[softgothbabe]

Pull up a chair in front of the full-length mirror, and sit me (naked) on your (fully clothed) lap facing the mirror with my legs spread. Make me watch you play with my sensitive clit until I'm whining and dripping and begging for you to put your fingers inside me. Insert one finger slowly. Hold my chin with one hand to keep my dizzy eyes focused on you gradually fitting a second, then third, finger inside my aching pussy. Pick up the pace. Move your hand from my chin to cover my mouth to silence me as I moan louder and louder. Make me climax so hard I'm shaking and squirting all over your lap.

[sakuraspoke]

370 words of dracopia yearning.

he first sees you in a rainstorm, glowing against the muted blues and greys, drenched and laughing as you hurry across the abbey’s stone paths. he stays in the shadows, of course, shielded in a small alley between buildings. watching. caught in the simplicity of your joy. the way your smile never falters as you run for cover, and how you clutch your veil tightly over your head, yet tilt your face to the rain.

he memorises your routines and lingers in the places where you find solace—a small alcove by the chapel where you go to read on warm days, the herb garden you tend to some mornings. he notes the way you hum joyfully to yourself as you run your fingers over the lavender and sage. he's fascinated by your rituals; by the way you're so in tune with the earth, and before he knows it, he’s following you to the next sacred space. he tells himself it’s curiosity, nothing more, but he’s not sure he even believes himself.

he leaves tokens and small signs of his presence—a lavender sprig left on your windowsill, a page in your book turned back to a favourite line—and finds himself quietly hoping that you’ll notice. that perhaps some part of you already knows he’s there.

in the evenings, he listens to your footsteps echo along the abbey halls. he feels their rhythm in his still chest and imagines your warmth spreading through it—a pulse that doesn't belong to him but still feels familiar. he hears you before he sees you, humming that same spritely tune as you move closer.

one night, when the storm comes again, you linger by the window and watch the rain trace its path down the glass. he stands somewhere unseen, hidden by the darkened sky. a shadow watching the sun. he wonders what it would be like to reach for you, to pull you into his arms, and to feel the undeniable thrum of your lifeblood against him.

but he doesn’t step forward; he doesn’t dare. instead, he becomes part of the night that surrounds you, and lingers in the strange, impossible hope that somehow you might sense him there, waiting just beyond the light.

[lieutenantselnia]

All Admiral Piett scenes! I edited this basically alongside the Veers video but kinda forgot to post it🫠 He's got a bit more screen time but still not enough for my liking. I think I adore particularly his mannerisms and his rather measured voice/way of speaking, I find watching him just to be very soothing (even though he himself gets increasingly stressed throughout these scenes, poor man🥲). My beloved Firmus he's so cute I want to hug him🥺💕

[luckycharms1701]

Hihihi!

First and foremost, I hope you're doing great❤️

Could I get headcanons for Leo with a fem! reader who likes to bite him? Like, when he least expects it, she love bites his arm or shoulder?

oh hell yes i am doing great looking at this ask! you can absolutely get some headcanons for this anon-chan!

… normally i’d pick one, but i want to explore their differences and similarities so you can have both.

edit: you: asks for headcanons me: but what if? it turned into a story instead? (sorry anon-chan, i uh got carried away)

Bayverse Leo: He would hate it at first. I imagine that he and Raph used to fight a lot as kids (“used to” lol) and as we all know, turtles bite. So when you first start doing this, he’s going to jerk away and think you’re crazy. Why are you trying to fight with him??? When you explain that you were just so overwhelmed with affection that you couldn’t help yourself, he might check your temperature to make sure you’re not sick. Eventually, he’ll get used to it. He seems to tolerate it at best. You have to be careful, if he’s in a certain mood he will snap at you for it. No matter how adorable his pouting is.

The change is, to you at least, sudden. He’s never made any indication that he does more than tolerate you biting him. But there is a day when it seems like everything has gone wrong for Leo. Mikey and Raph literally crashed into him while he was meditating during a prank gone wrong. He spilled his tea on Splinter’s favorite Lionel Ritchie album. Patrol was a hot mess that ended up with Raph injured. By the time Leo makes it to your apartment, all he wants is to lie down and not get up again.

You already have his favorite pizza, so he just needs to eat it and lie down with his head in your lap while you turn on some mindless television to take his mind off things. Your fingers run absentmindedly down his arm as you keep your eyes on the TV. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from biting him, you know it won’t be accepted. You’ll have to find another way to show him how much you love him.

So you startle badly when he lifts his arm and holds it in front of your face. You look down to find him watching you, an intense look you’ve never quite seen before in his eyes. He nods. You hesitate only a moment more before opening your mouth and gently biting down on his wrist. Leo sighs as all the tension leaves him, and your eyes widen as he picks up your hand and brings it to his own mouth. He holds your gaze as he bites down, even more gently than you did to him. Oh. Oh.

After that, he doesn’t do it often. But if you catch him just right, he’ll give you a little love bite back.

~~~

Rise Leo: He would be amused the first time, and a little confused.  Would definitely make a joke bad enough that you start gnawing on him in annoyance. When you explain to him that he is just too cute and you couldn’t stop yourself, he’s going to stare at you for a second as he tries to comprehend that you think he’s cute. Then he’s going to strike a pose and say something about knowing how irresistible he is. He doesn’t mind at all if you keep doing it, but gets super uncomfortable if you do it in public. Every time you bite him, his smile gets a little warmer and more genuine.

It’s a normal day, the day you realize exactly how important you biting him is to Leo. You’ve just arrived at the lair, excited to see him. You drape yourself over his back where he’s reading comics on the floor and snuggle into his cheek, proclaiming dramatically how much you missed him. He leans into you with his customary smirk, not taking his eyes off the page in front of him.

Before you can give him a little bite on the shoulder, practically a customary greeting for the two of you at this point, Mikey calls your name. He wants to show you a piece he recently finished. You get up and follow Mikey out, not noticing the way Leo sits up straight and watches you go with a look of distress. You don’t think anything of the fact that you didn’t give Leo a love bite.

When you return, it’s to find your turtle sulking. When you ask him what’s wrong, he studies you without a word. Then he manhandles you onto the nearest soft flat surface and lays down on top of you. Leo nuzzles your shoulder and stretches his mouth around it, biting down firmly enough for you to feel it but not enough to hurt. You’ll have to apologize later, but for now you just hold him and give him a love bite back.

After that, you can never give him a love bite in public again. But he will bite you back.

~~~~~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying

[originalartblog]

I want drama!!! give me DRAMA!!

[invinciblerodent]

I fucking swear, if I see another person say that an explicitly bi/pansexual character is "gay-coded" or "straight-coded", I'm going to yartz.

Just straight up hurl.

Perhaps even spew.

Or retch. Disgorge. Upchuck. Yarf. Etc. You get the picture.

[phasing-through-walls]

Life is good but y'know what would be even better? If SOMEBODY were to take me away to a small cottage so we can be disgusting together. Let me snuggle up to you in bed while it's chilly and raining outside. I want us to curl up together like you're trying to live in my ribcage, legs intertwined and arms around each other, a hand on the back of your head to keep you close. Let me lay in the warm grass with you so I can feed you bits of cut up strawberries and sketch your face. All you have to do is lay there and look cute. A couple kisses never hurt anyway

[stabbyfoxandrew]

kevjean sleepy kiss!!!!!!!! :D

24. A sleepy kiss

Jean never needs to set an alarm. His body wakes up at the same time every morning, no matter what time he goes to bed. It’s very annoying sometimes, when the dead haunt his dreams. Luckily, he’d slept well the night before. How could he not after the night they’d had?

The thought of last night’s events has him waking up elsewhere and Jean pushes those images away. It’s far too early for that. Even if it wasn’t, Kevin is of course still snoring into Jean’s pillow. He has his back to Jean, curled up on his side with his bad hand curled to his chest protectively. Even at rest, he can’t relax. And it’s been years.

Jean sighs softly, under his breath. He’d rather be dead than get out of bed right now. He’d rather be dead than a lot of things. But the reason he’s stuck around is right next to him. Close enough to touch.

So Jean does.

He places a hand on Kevin’s hip, “Kevin?”

He gets no response. He hadn’t expected one. His love will not rise for at least two more hours, he knows. He’d like to stay here until then. Hm. Maybe he will. Jean moves until his chest is flush against Kevin’s back and drapes an arm over him to pull him closer. Kevin stirs just barely and Jean sighs against his nape.

A sudden inhale, then Kevin is conscious. “Wha time ‘s it?”

“Seven. Go back to sleep,” Jean whispers.

“You gettin’ up?” Kevin mumbles, his mouth still not quite awake. Fuck, Jean loves this man. He thinks about it for a moment. 

“Non.” Jean says, “Not yet.”

Kevin turns his head a bit, to look at Jean. He has the nerve to look annoyed. It’s more cute than anything though. “Then why’d you wake me up?”

“I wasn’t trying to. You’re very holdable,” Jean says, emphasizing his point by squeezing Kevin tight against him. He watches Kevin roll his eyes, but there’s a soft, sleepy smile on his lips. Oh, his lips. 

Jean presses his own against Kevin’s shoulder. Once, twice, three times. Then his neck, his jaw, his cheek. Finally, Kevin gets the idea and turns around in Jean’s arms. His hair is an inky mess against the pillowcase and Jean’s never seen anything more beautiful. He rewraps his arms around Kevin and captures his lips in a kiss that is far from innocent. There’s more tongue than there should be and the morning breath is terrible, but he doesn’t care.

When he finally pulls away, Kevin is wide awake. And half-hard against his thigh. “What was that for?” He asks, breathless.

“Maybe I was trying to wake you up.”

[spocks-kaathyra]

"ur repressed" okay well have u even considered that emotions r purposeless and only serve to cause harm to those around u and I have achieved a unique transcendent state beyond them. have u considered that

[sillimancer]

everyone loves the golden retriever boyfriend but can we take minute to appreciate the great pyrenees boyfriend. the livestock guardian boyfriend. the loyal and kind boyfriend who's a little bit of a goober but who also can and will rip the throat out of anyone they must to keep their loved ones safe. the

[jupiter--dream]

(cw vent, sorry it's just been A Couple Of Days)

Not really having many irl friends comes at the price of feeling so terribly lonely, I feel like I have no one to talk to because I'm not close to enough people, or maybe I am and I just haven't talked to them in a while and I don't want this to be our first conversation qwq

I'm honestly just. Tired, tbh qwq