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[babyleostuff]

hi! I was wondering if you would write an angst svt reaction about them saying something they didn’t mean in a fight but it just came out?

i decided to do this with the hhu, if you want me to do it with any of the other units let me know!

saying something they didn’t mean in a fight | hip hop unit

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 

as a leo and a fire sing myself, i’m sure that cheol can be a bit impulsive and not think his actions through, especially if it’s during a fight where his emotions are all over the place. things would get heated really quickly with him, and he’d have a hard time holding his tongue. 

“shit, baby,” he reached for your hand, eyes wide and panicked. “don’t fucking call me that seungcheol,” you pulled your wrist out of his grasp, looking at him with an expression that made his heart shutter to million pieces. 

he knew the second the words left his mouth that he shouldn't have said them, but his brain was too slow to understand that, and the heat of the argument made him lose all of his common sense. “my precious baby, i’ve hurt them,” that would be the thought that’d run through his mind, as he tried to wrap his head around what he had just done. “just… leave me alone.”

and he’d do that. he’d give you as much time as you needed, but that wouldn’t mean he’d abandon you. cheol would make you your favourite ramyeon and place it at the nightstand next to your bed where you were resting, or he’d put his hoodie in the dryer you always wore after shower, so it’d be warm and cosy. 

and he’d take his pillow and blanket from your bed to sleep on the couch, so he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, and so that you could rest peacefully. but then, after maybe an hour of tossing and turning, seungcheol would hear quiet footsteps, and a dog's paws running across the wooden floor, meaning you couldn’t sleep as well. 

you’d lay next to seungcheol, your back pressed against his warm chest, as his arms shyly sneaked around your waist to pull you even closer. “please, let’s never fight like that again,” you murmured, pulling one of cheol’s hands under your chin, nuzzling your nose against his palm.

 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ JEON WONWOO 

honestly, i have a hard time imagining wonwoo saying something he doesn’t mean. i feel like he always thinks before he talks, no matter what situation he’s in, and he strikes me as a person who is great at keeping his emotions at bay, contrary to cheol. he’d also have this thought at the back of his head that no fight is worth hurting you with his words. 

you looked at each other in confusion, as the words left wonwoo’s mouth. never in your whole relationship had he said anything like that, so you were taken aback more by the fact that he even said it more than that it was directed towards you. 

wonwoo nervously fixed his glasses, looking as lost as you. you could almost see his brain trying to understand what had just happened. “i’m sorry i… i didn’t mean what i just said,” he looked at you, eyes big and sad. 

you sighed, and grabbed his hand intertwining your fingers. “i know you didn’t mean it baby” you said, looking at his broken expression. “but you still said it.” his eyes got even wider, and he quickly cradled your face in his hands, running his thumb over your cheeks. 

“i know that no matter what i say won’t change what i did, but you have to know that no part of my mind and soul believes in what i said. that was just a stupid intrusive thought that i shouldn’t have said.” 

even though you said you forgave him, wonwoo was still very attentive to you for the rest of the evening - he had you on his lap for the whole time he was gaming, he made sure the sweatshirt you wore to bed was one of his best ones, and he cuddled you extra close to his chest that night.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ KIM MINGYU 

another fire sign, and as cheol (this might be an unpopular opinion?), might also have issues with controlling his emotions and words during heated arguments. like, i know he’s an amazing person with the best personality, etc. etc. BUT i see gyu as someone who is very defensive of his beliefs and point of views, and i think he can get quite stubborn, which can lead to him saying things he doesn’t really mean.

mingyu knew he shouldn’t have opened his mouth - both of you were consumed by your emotions and neither of you were thinking clearly. the only difference was that he let those emotions hurt you. 

“i didn’t… i don’t…,” he whispered, looking at your shattered expression. yeah, he couldn’t believe it either that those horrendous words left his mouth. you closed your eyes tightly, a single tear rolling down your cheek. the person who you trusted with your life broke your heart just like that, but you wouldn’t cry in front of him. he didn’t deserve a single tear after what he had done. 

you held your head high up as you turned around and started walking towards the door. “no, no please,” mingyu followed after you, catching up with you quickly. “don’t leave my love. hate me, yell at me, punch me, but don’t leave,” his eyebrows were furrowed and eyes glossy, and you knew that he was trying not to cry as well. 

“i’ll take the couch for tonight, but stay. i won’t let you walk out, it’s too dangerous.” 

he cradled your head in his hands, and pecked your forehead gently, before disappearing in the bedroom to take his pillow and an extra blanket.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CHWE VERNON 

same with wonwoo, i don’t see vernon saying something he doesn’t mean. like, i don’t think his mind even works that way. for one - arguments with him are never heated, not because he doesn’t give a fuck, but his personality and mindset are so calm and collected in itself that neither of you even have a chance to raise your voices.

“i’m sorry,” he stared at his shoes, too scared to look at you. “i’ll leave you alone.” 

he quietly closed the front door behind him, leaving you alone in your apartment, confused and sad. vernon rarely got angry, especially at you, and you had never heard him raise his voice. you had a stupid fight that probably started over something stupid, but both of you were tired and irritated and you just snapped at each other.

but you didn’t mean for him to leave. 

later that night, when the sun had already set, vernon came back home as quietly as he left. “chwe hansol, where the fuck have you been?” you exclaimed, worried to death. You threw your arms around hiis neck, pulling him close to you. You shivered as he nuzzled his cold nose into your neck, placing a gentle kiss there. 

“you know i didn’t mean what i said, right?” he asked, pulling his face away from you. “of course, silly,” you smiled at him, caressing the back of his neck. “but never leave like that again, or i’ll kick you out myself.”

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[courtingchaos]

Commands

Gator Tillman x Fem Reader

Shared Inflicted Pain

Prompt: ‘Gator - I'm thinking of your versions of Gator for this. This ones a bit idk stupid? but I wonder how he'd react to being shoved him down onto snow and getting ridden like hell. Like, I want him to feel good but I also want him to be uncomfortable as hell do you know what I mean? risky, public sex, girl on top but also risking frostbite for the pussy. I need him to suffer for that nut’

A/N: To start with, this is not stupid. This helped me spawn some more plot for later chapters actually so thank you for that. This takes place earlier in the series, just a little one off, but again I’m building the stage as I’m standing on it. Bear with me 😅 ALSO, please please please give me some grace for my terrible German. I’m using dog commands here, running off of a list of them so if I’m wrong or off just let me know.

Warnings: Sex, fighting

18+ NSFW No Minors

He follows whenever you give him that look.

Across the bays or from the front porch it doesn’t matter who’s around, he’s got a gut reaction to it. When you look at him your interest is piqued, no low lidded eyes unfocused to blur the people around you. Theres parts of you that are still something of an enigma to him even after months of this game and he’s not sure when he got so focused on you. It’s not like he’d been dedicated to the cause for Roy, more that he’d been just trying to reach the next raft in his life but in the flat plains of the Midwest he’d found you. Someone interesting and new that made him feel like a stripped wire.

Another trip to the garage with Roy, a silent drive until the truck makes its way up the drive and he squints out of the windshield to the scuffle up ahead. “Looks like your girl is causing an uproar.”

In the mouth of one of the bays a group is pulling at you and a younger man to keep you two apart. Hands pull hard at your coveralls and his hoodie but you win out before him and Gator watches you snatch the front of his sweatshirt. “She isn’t my girl.”

Roy holds up his hand in surrender. “Just a turn of phrase, no harm.” It’s the quiet chuckle that irks Gator the most but he’s tuning out his Uncle while he climbs out of the cab, both eyes stuck on you and what he’s recognized as one of your brothers.

“I told him to fuckin’ leave it!” Your fists curl up tighter and pull your brother in closer. “That’s my shit, not yours, Mark!”

“It’s in the garage!”

“That don’t mean shit!”

He wouldn’t say it felt like slow motion, more that everything else went fuzzy for a second while he watched you rear back. A moment thinking you might headbutt Mark is quickly replaced by honest delight when one fist pulls back with you just to find its home quickly in your brother’s eye. A heavy smack that makes everyone go quiet, blind hands still grasping at him but now to try and keep him on two feet. You’re having none of it though and follow him down to the cement floor with a hand still wound up in his clothes. Held still under you for better aim, Mark barely has enough reaction to get one arm over his face before you rain down punches into whatever part of him you can reach.

“Well I hate to break up this family function.” Roy interrupts but it barely phases your barrage. He watches for a few moments longer before he yells “Hey!”

Everyone snaps to attention except Ty who delves down to pull you off your brother. The scuffle quiets while you try to stalk off into the garage but not before Roy snaps his fingers once at you and points. “You. I need to speak to you and your father.”

Gator tries to decipher something from Roy’s tone but he can’t find the cause for this request. You stare his Uncle down until Ty smacks your arm and nods over to the office, his face screwed up tight. He seems to be the only one here that tries to keep you out of trouble, and the only one you seem to listen to, so you only stall for a second before you make for your father with Roy hot on your heels.

An hour of aimless talk with your eldest younger brother Chris has Gator numb from the monotony. He doesn’t want to talk cars or guns or business with your brothers, he only came along on the off chance he could steal you away for an indeterminate amount of time. A quiet corner, a wordless march to the house and wistfully he thinks about you taking him up to your room finally. He’s seen the mudroom and the long stairs that lead up. He’s even seen the kitchen at this point, a memorable circle around the worn island where you’d stayed just out of reach until you didn’t. Fingers catching your clothing to pull you across the worktop and onto the floor it’s the first time he’d heard you laugh with glee.

“Well where are you goin’?” He asks gruffly while you claw your way across the wood floor. Your laughter echos in the large kitchen and comes from a deep place in your chest while he keeps a hold on your leg. His grip is firm behind your knee and he uses it for leverage to move up your body, his grip switching to your face to squeeze your smile. “Make me chase you and now you’re tryin’ to crawl away.”

You swat at his cheek and manage to get a good hit in, enough to make him pause with a surprised scoff.

“That’s not nice.” The dark tint to his voice doesn’t match the grin on his lips. He watches your eyes widen before you swing your hand again and he pins it over your head before you can make contact. He doesn’t miss the glitter of excitement in your eyes or the quiet moan you try to hold in. “Do I need to show you how to play nice?”

“You don’t want me nice.”

His stomach twists with the knowledge that you’re right and you know it. A feral grin with too many teeth bared make him uneasy in a completely different way.

“Gator!” The snapping fingers next to his head startle him out of his reverie. Chris gives him a confused kind of sneer before he continues talking about his truck and Gator continues his lean back into the wall of the garage. He keeps eyes on the office door with the intent to follow you when you show but 20 minutes turns to 40 and he’s left wondering alone.

The door crashes open as soon as he unlocks his phone though, your boot propping the bottom of the door open for Roy and your Father to walk out.

“In the house?” Roy asks skeptically of your Father, who nods before pointing them both in the direction of the farmhouse.

“It’s where I keep all the important things.”

Gator can hear your eye roll from across the workshop and as soon as their voices fade out into the cold weather he feels you looking at him.

Interest piqued.

Wordlessly he stands to wander outside, waiting to hear the crunch of your footsteps behind him. Keys jingle to announce your appearance before you swipe him with your elbow and nod your head over towards a collection of smaller brick buildings. “Take a walk?”

Something feels off about you today. The normal self determined focus he’s come to expect is gone. You sigh deeply when you start walking but you don’t lead him to the buildings off to the side of the garage, instead walking beside him. Hands shoved into your jacket pockets and face turned down the ground watching your steps.

“You good?” He asks quietly. That part that is wistful and buried deep inside him knows you aren’t, knows your moods now like he’d studied them for a test.

“Nothing you can fix.” You mumble and shoot him a side glance.

“Well I wasn’t asking to fix anything.” Deflecting to save his own hide in the instance this becomes something it shouldn’t.

Your scoff echos in the doorless doorway of the brick building you’ve both walked to. He takes a quick scan of the inside and catches metal bars along the wall in even squares.

“Y’all have dogs?” He raises an eyebrow at you when you walk past him to go in. “I’ve never heard any out here.”

“My mother used to breed Belgian’s.” Your finger thumps dully across the empty kennel doors as you walk down the line of them slowly. He knows your mother is gone but you’ve never brought her up to him. In the before times, that misty timespan where neither of your existed in each others orbits.

He hasn’t told you about his previous life in the desert either. It’s not even a need to know thing, it’s just not something important anymore, but in that other life he’d worked with a few of those dogs. “What kind?”

You turn sharp on your heel when you reach the end of the line, a small smile soft around the edges. “Groenendael’s and Malinois.”

He knows the second one’s mostly. Bundles of dangerous energy when untrained, vicious and precise when held under a strong hand. “Trying to keep people out?”

“Something like that.” That smile turns conspiratorial before it slides right off your face. While you give him your widest range of emotions, typically saved for dark corners, he’s never seen this maudlin shadow cast across your eyes before. “My father used to have guard dogs but after my mother passed he got rid of them.”

“‘Rid of them?’”

You nod and head off around the corner, Gator following close but measured. “Did he kill them?” That would be what your Father would do, at least what Gator would expect of him. Your huff of laughter surprises him though.

“No, too much money. He sold them.” You wave your hand to dismiss the memory. “I miss them, they were good dogs.”

Wistful. He thinks to himself.

It’s quiet in this room, what he assumes was once an office of sorts. A lone rusted filing cabinet and a torn at chair sit in the corner of the otherwise bare room. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes jump around and remember the pocked drywall and the water stained ceiling. He lets you wander out the other doorway that leads to a fenced in patch of land currently covered in untouched snow before he breaks the comfortable silence with an uncomfortable question.

“What’d Roy want?”

A loud sigh that fogs out in front of you. “Oh the usual.”

“Then why’d he need you?” He doesn’t like that Roy has taken a shine to you. More a glare with his distaste so evident but his attention is split to you now too and it makes Gator’s hackles rise.

“You know he isn’t very ‘adept’ with technology.” Your air quotes make him chuckle. “He wanted me to explain something in front of my Father so I wouldn’t lie.” You drop your voice to mimic Roy’s deep gravel before shrugging. “He doesn’t think the world of me yet, don’t you worry your pretty little head over it.”

“My pretty little head?” He takes a few steps towards you to crunch fresh snow under his boots. Your eyes dart across his face and down his body before you start smirking.

“Well, maybe not little.” You close the gap with outstretched hands pulling on his parka. Instincts kick in and he goes for your heavy zipper when you snap at him.

“Fuß!”

A sharp hiss from you that makes his head tick to make sure he heard you right. The look on his face must read for confusion because you giggle lightly and pull him closer.

“That means heel.” Your breath mists between the two of you when you whisper it against his cheek.

“Yeah I know what that means.” Commands he learned in the army from security buddies with their own dogs. He wants to laugh at the comparison here but it’s only in his own head.

“You speak German?”

“Ein bisschen.”

There’s that interest again, that light behind your eyes when he does something you find fascinating. He hates being under inspection but your detailed gaze feels different. He likes when you pay attention to him.

“Do you know…fassen?” Fingers creep up his cheek like the slow spread of his grin and he turns his head quick, snaps his teeth at your wandering fingers to make you jump.

“Aus, Gator!” You grab his face and hold his jaw shut. “Behave.” He’s forced back a step when you kick your foot between his and let your other hand wander to his belt. The nylon slides easily through the buckle, your practiced hand pushing it aside for his button fly.

“Aus.” Said again only this time quieter. He watches you from down his nose and breaths heavy at you in playful defiance. Makes no move to go down even with your hand almost in his pants. You tug downward on his jaw, “Knien.”

He doesn’t know that one but he can sus out the context pretty well. When you leave his waistband alone to ruck up his pullover the cold sting of winter air cuts through his undershirt and helps shut out the rest of the world. He doesn’t move to kneel until you lean in though, lips ghosting over his with a hushed plea.

“Humor me, Gator?”

His knees hit cold ground, wet seeping through the fabric to anchor him. Your grasp softens to tilt his chin up and that piece of himself he’s kept shoved down like a defeated Titian gets purchase for the first time in years. You’re a foil to his rage and chaos with every stroke of your fingertips over stubbled skin. A smile just for him when he follows your direction and the fault inside grows wider until he barely trusts himself to keep his secrets unspoken.

“Bleib.” You take a step back and hold out your hand to placate him. He watches you pull your own zipper down and tug at your own clothes, a nervous energy circling in his chest. That’s his job on a good day and you stand there in the cold with a wisp of a smile. The metal clink of your belt makes his blood rush south while his mouth waters with the need to bite down. When you bend to untie your boots he thinks about rushing you. Pinning you into the snow and making your peals of laughter echo in this stripped out building but he waits, fingers twisting at the pockets on his pants.

Watching you step out of your shoes is worrying but you don’t flinch when you step into snow, eyes boring holes into him. He’s afraid, he’ll admit it to himself out here, that if he catches your gaze he’ll start telling you all manner of stupid things so he keeps his focus on your hands pushing your jeans over your hips and down your thighs until you let them pool on top of your boots.

Just a single step puts you close enough for him to grab, his hand hooking around your thigh the same as your fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. A firm grip to pull him back and make him finally look at you, your eyes dark and focused.

“Guter Junge.”

His back hits the ground and he grunts when your weight lands on top of him. Hands fall through the new snow beside his head and you hover over him, small clouds of breath evaporating from your open mouth. The heat rolls off you and leaches into him while the cold burns his back where his layers have pushed up. You only get one good roll of your hips before he’s wedging his hand between you to pull your underwear to the side and get ahold of himself to push you down. Almost like a sigh of relief when you sink your hips down flush against him, he’s lost in you now. That calm that settles after your meetings is waiting in the wings and making things quiet for him to focus.

His mouth finds your neck when he pulls you in close, teeth finding the fading mark at the juncture of your shoulder to darken it again. A choked off moan in his ear sets a fire in his belly and he wraps your hair around his fist to hold your head still so he can angle you better.

“Gator-“

He cuts you off with harsh thrust when he gets his feet planted, teeth still dug into your skin when he sets his pace. A long groan from deep in your chest vibrates against his mouth and your hands scrabble for purchase. Cold along his face and in his hair to hold on while he fucks you in the snow. Ice and water get under his collar but you’re warm along the front of him. Breath hot against his ear while you whimper his name, thighs around his hips keeping him insulated from the air.

You mutter curses under your breath while he thinks about you calling him good. Good boy in fact and his cock throbs deep in your heat. If he opened his mouth and let go of you he could ask you to say it again. Say it in German or English or whatever fucking language you wanted. He could whine under you and ask for praise while he rocketed too quickly towards coming.

He feels the drag of your tongue under his ear and his eyes roll, your simplest gestures his favorite things. With his nose buried in your hair he catches a new scent buried under the heat and metal, something soft and floral that drives his curiosity. When he seems to hit just right he can feel you tense above him and he lets go of his own leash to chase his own end.

“You gonna come?” Hushed in his ear it startles him until your hand slides around his neck and gain enough leverage to pull away from his mouth. “Come on Gator.”

The pressure on his throat makes him lightheaded and his pace stutters. The fist in your hair relaxes and he toes the line of oblivion.

“Be good and come for me?” Whispered against his cheek while he tries to nod but your lips graze the corner of his mouth, breath pushed past his lips and he sees black when his eyes slam shut. A groan claws out of his throat that you still hold tight and he grips your thighs to keep you in place while his toes curl painfully in his boots. The cold barely registers in his ringing head, not when you dot the side of his mouth with light kisses that he’s not even sure are real.

You humble him. In the wake of whatever you two have wrought against each other there’s a silence that settles in him. It quiets the rage that simmers just under his skin and the yelling in his head. Unintelligible anger that stems from a spring inside him is stopped whenever you’ve laid hands on him and he feels a creeping uneasiness at the way he craves it. He’d only come along today in the hopes he’d find you. He’d done it in the hopes that you’d let him mark up your neck again and that you’d wrap your fist in his hair and pull until it stung.

“It’s really cold.” He says it into the side of your head still pressed to his shoulder. “You need to put some clothes on.” He doesn’t want to cut the afterglow but he can feel you starting to shiver and he can tell patches of his skin are going numb.

“Afraid your balls are gonna freeze?” Comes mumbled from you before you sit up again and he laughs, still buried inside you.

“Somethin’ like that.” He winces for a number of reasons when you separate, least of which because of the cold. You dust off melting snow and bits of brown grass from your knees before you jump back into your jeans and jam your wet feet into your boots. “Do you need help?”

“Help?”

“Getting back to the house.” It’s the only way he can ask to stay. He won’t ask if you’ll let him help you because he knows you’ll scoff and shove him before disappearing inside. Instead he’ll ask if you want him to walk with you. He stands and gets his pants rebuttoned and tries to tame his hair back down.

“I think I know the way.”

“Fine.” He walks away to hide his bruised ego in the zipping of his own jacket and the readjusting of his belt. It isn’t until he’s back out front that he realizes you haven’t followed him and he can feel the break in this coveted calm of his. Half way to marching back to the truck to wait for Roy in anger when you pop up and tug at his elbow.

“Do you want like a coffee or something?” You ask quietly, your teeth chattering on the last word and he pushes your hands out of the way to finish snapping your coat closed.

“Do you have anything decent?” He can feel you staring again but he’s steadfast in his feigned ignorance while you study him. The pause in the conversation hangs for a moment too long before you sneak your fingers into the crook of his elbow and tug again when you start walking.

“I keep the good stuff in the house.”

[thebrandywine]

23 and 25 of the intimacy prompts with Chreon, pretty please? 🥰

23. wearing someone's clothes

25. falling asleep in their arms

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"I'm steady."

"Uh huh."

"Steady, Kennedy. Heard of it?"

"I have, actually, yeah."

Leon finally gets the front door open and he and Chris go spilling inside, Leon barely managing to keep the dogs back with one leg as he fumbles to close and lock the door again. Chris is wavering up the stairs already, leaning heavily on the banister as Leon divests himself of both sets of keys, both wallets, and his dress shoes. He hangs his suit jacket on the newel because he doesn't care about it and then follows Chris up as quickly as he can, just in case the guy falls and cracks his head open.

Chris is in the bedroom, swaying a little as he works at the tiny buttons on his dress shirt. Leon keeps an eye on him as he strips, getting down to his own boxers and dipping into the attached bathroom to brush his teeth. Chris's he doesn't bother with, thinking that it can be the man's penance for Leon's unexpected DD assignment at the wedding. By the time he spits, wipes his mouth, and goes back, Chris is also down to his boxers with his nicely pressed suit scattered across the room.

Chris looks up from where he's sitting on the edge of the bed and smiles, a little dopey from the alcohol and slightly flushed. "Hey."

It comes out more like heyyyyyy. Leon fights off a snort and flicks the light off, says, "Bed time, big guy."

"Wait, you should put this on. You'll get cold."

Leon humors him, stepping forward so that Chris can pull the hood over his head and hold the body of the sweatshirt in place so Leon can slip his arms into the sleeves. His worn BSAA hoodie is large on Chris, let alone Leon, and it's familiar in both texture, weight, and smell.

"I washed it for you," Chris says helpfully.

Leon kisses him on the forehead and says, "You're going to thank me in the morning for making you drink all that water before we left, okay?"

Chris nods, still smiling, and then crawls under the covers. Leon follows after, not at all surprised when Chris immediately pulls him into an embrace. The man burrows his nose into Leon's hair, inhaling deeply. "You smell good."

"Stole your shampoo this morning," Leon says, jaw cracking and eyes watering with the intensity of the yawn that bisects his sentence. "Shit, I'm tired. You need anything?"

"Just you," Drunk Chris says, which isn't too far off from how Sober Chris says it. "I love you."

"Love you, too. Sleep."

Chris hums a vague assent and drops off, arms tightening around Leon unconsciously. Leon tucks his face against the side of Chris's neck, remembers Claire in her white dress, and imagines another day with him and Chris and wedding bells.

[zofiawithaz]

Fight Club

PARTIES: Metzli @muertarte & Sofie @sofiedupont

LOCATION: Outside Mansión Mexicana

TIMING: Current

SUMMARY: Sofie goes to Metzli for tips and tricks on how to fight.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: broken bones/injury

Sofie looked down at her phone to check the address, then up at the mansion in front of her, then back down to her phone. She raised an impressed eyebrow before opening her car door and walking up to the door. It almost reminded her of home with how grand it was. She rapped her knuckles against the wood of the door and waited. 

She wasn’t entirely certain of what to expect. All she knew was that she had managed to acquire clothing she wouldn’t care about if they got destroyed. She plucked at the hem of the sweatshirt, rocking back on her heels as the seconds ticked by. She checked her phone again, making sure she hadn’t gotten the date wrong, when she heard the door swing open. “Hello! I’m here to learn how to properly stab.” Sofie stood there like an eager pupil awaiting her first instructions. 

Regret almost settled in as the door opened fully.

Metzli wasn’t sure what to expect when Sofie agreed to have a small training session, but it definitely wasn’t an attitude full of glee. “To learn how to stab you have to learn how to be stabbed too.” They teased, actually being playful despite there being a layer of truth. Their face remained blank and unmoving, not giving any real indication of their attempt. 

“Follow me,” Stepping out from the doorway, Fluffy barked and made his way out just before the door closed. He never ventured far, which made it easy for his owner to continue on their journey to the open area on the property. “Take this,” Metzli removed one of their many knives from their belt, and handed it to Sofie. “You have two hands so you it will be easier, but do not underestimate. Am good at fighting.” When the pair reached the area Metzli had in mind, they removed their hoodie and remained in their sweatpants and binder. It was just easier than soiling many items of clothing. “Any questions first?”

Sofie pouted. “Well you might have mentioned that bit in the lesson plan, myszko.” The vampire grumbled. She couldn’t be entirely certain if that was an attempt at humor or not, but despite the potential announcement that she’d be getting stabbed today, her eyes gleamed with excitement. She cooed at the little dog that barked, reaching down to scratch between its ears before she followed Metzli inside. “What’s their name?” She asked as they walked along, pointing back at the door the dog was now outside of. 

She took the dagger in her hand and examined it. Sofie wasn’t sure what the defining characteristics of a good knife would be. But it was on Metzli’s belt, so she had to assume that it definitely wasn’t a bad knife. She weighed it in her hands a moment before looking back to her instructor for the day. “I may have two hands, but neither of them have been in a fight.” Her eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch as Metzli took their hoodie off. All muscle and scar. Definitely not underestimating them. “Do I have to take off my sweatshirt too? Because I don’t have the luxury of being all muscled and fierce. I’m delicate.”

Metzli sucked their teeth, groaning at Sofie’s response. “Lesson plan? Do not be idiot. Is common sense. If you fight, you will take punch. If you use knife in fight, you will get cut or stabbed.” It was impossible not to roll their eyes. “The dog is Fluffy, but focus. He play somewhere else.” The lack of forethought in something so simple to them was baffling. 

That was the key phrase though, wasn’t it? To them. Metzli’s clan trained endlessly to be the most ferocious soldiers in Mexico. Each one of them could be reduced to a puddle of their own blood and still fight. If not, their time was done. Sofie, on the other hand, didn’t have the luxury of training. She lived in luxury instead. As such, she could exist happily. Tell jokes and laugh and drink without any need to hunt. Metzli didn’t know if that was a benefit or not. 

“If you wish to take off sweater, fine. Will not stop you.” Looking around the area, Metzli pointed in front of them. “Stand here. Will start with basics in fight. No knife for now.” They stood still and tall, waiting for Sofie to do as they said, continuing their explanation. “You are small. Many will be bigger so you will use weight and balance for advantage. Tackle me. Hard as you can.”

“I suppose that does make sense,” The three hundred years did nothing to prevent Sofie from sounding petulant. And it wasn’t like Metzli would actually be attempting to end her spectacularly long life today. This was a training exercise. She glanced over her shoulder as they walked away, waving at the dog and mouthing ‘bye Fluffy’ as Metzli led her away. “Cute name for him.” 

Sofie shrugged, pulling the sweatshirt off and tying it around her waist before plucking at her tank top for a moment. That should do nicely. She swept her hair up off her shoulders and tied it off into a ponytail. Basics. Basics sounded good. Basics sounded easy. And the longer she could go without a knife in her hands, the better, since she’d probably wind up messing that bit of it up. Sofie moved into place and watched Metzli diligently. She tried not to look surprised. Just tackle them? That couldn’t be too hard, could it? Without giving the order too much more thought, she ran at Metzli, going to throw her arms around their waist in an attempt to drag them to the floor with her.

Okay, so there wasn’t much meat on Sofie’s bones. Sure, there wasn’t much on Metzli’s either, but they at least had some sort of definition. Some markings that showed they were not to be trifled with. Sofie had no such thing. She didn’t scream ‘attack me’ but she did scream ‘vulnerable’. Metzli hoped they’d be able to offer some sort of skill set to her so she could better protect herself, with a kinder hand than they’d experienced. The ability to fight was the only thing Eloy had given Metzli that was worth anything, and in Wicked’s Rest, it came in handy more often than not. 

“Okay,” Metzli’s feet dragged across the grass with the force of Sofie’s attempt. She had above average strength, could be stronger given her age, but the lack of know-how was her undoing. “Try again.” Turning Sofie by her shoulder, Metzli pushed her away and took a defensive position, low and ready. “Am tall, Sofie. Go lower. Remove my balance. You have strength.” They took a breath, trying their best to be kinder. “Let instincts come. You have them. Promise.”

She had pushed with all her might and moved Metzli a grand total of… Maybe a few inches? She was certain if it had been a regular human that she had launched herself at, they would be face first on the ground, but Sofie knew full well that Metzli wasn’t going to be as easy to bring down as a human would be. She let go of the other vampire with a huff and stalked back to her starting point.

One side of Sofie’s mouth stilted itself up. “Any instincts I have have been dormant for a very long time.” Even back when she had first changed, when it had all been so overwhelmingly new, she never had to hunt. Everything was simply provided. She need only say she was hungry and she had a glass in her hands moments later. She’d never had to worry about hunting, much less fighting for her continued existence. “Lower,” She echoed. “Got it.” Sofie dropped her stance lower so that when she collided with Metzli, her shoulders would hit at about their hips, and she ran at them again.

The tackle Sofie sent to their waist didn’t do anything in regards to air, but it did send the vampire stumbling backwards with a smile that nearly turned into a grin. Metzli wrapped their hand around her wrist before she could pull back, and held her in place. “Good job, but you will need to know what to do next.” Pulling her arm sideways, they threw her onto the ground, using the force to propel them with her.

They landed above, hovering closely to her face but no longer applying pressure in an attempt at lightening up a little. She was learning, didn’t need the same tactics Eloy had used on them. “What do instincts say to do now?” Metzli propped themself up with their arm, staring daggers at Sofie as they kept themself in place. “Have one arm. Use weakness against me. Make sense?” 

Well, shit. 

Sofie hadn’t thought much past the initial instruction of tackle. And now Metzli had her pinned to the ground. How to get Metzli off was going to be another ordeal entirely. “They’re saying there’s a vampire pinning me to the ground right now.” She squirmed, annoyed that she didn’t know what the correct way out of the situation was. 

An eyebrow lifted as Metzli mentioned their arm. Sofie huffed a breath pushed at Metzli’s arm in an attempt to pry herself free. If she had control of Metzli’s arm, maybe she could wriggle herself out of this. “Are my instincts decent?”

At last, Sofie listened, knocking their arm from under them. Face met earth in an instant, a groan escaping in the process as a crunch echoed. Metzli felt their nose fill with pain, black blood running down to their chin as they rolled over to sit. “Yes. Good instinct. Got me to bleed.” No sign of pain marked their expression. Not even when they forced another crunch when they set their nose back into place. 

“In other time, you knock me and then take vantage. Use knife and put into me over and over. Understand?” Metzli unlatched their holster and removed their knife, pointing with the blade where its home should’ve been had they been fighting fully. “Would maybe go here and then drag up. Want to try?”

Sofie let out a little surprised squeak as Metzli face planted in the dirt. “Oh shit! I’m sorry!” She scrabbled back on the grass, trying to give them whatever space they needed. They didn’t seem mad, but it was as hard to judge Metzli’s reaction to most things. 

The vampire stared at the blade that Metzli held out. “Are you asking me if I want to stab you?” Sofie sounded incredulous. “For practical experience?” Sofie was going to owe Metzli big time for making them face plant on the ground, and now they were offering to show her the finer points on how to ensure her attackers stayed very dead with a practical exam?

“No hurt. Promise.” With an almost humorous smile, Metzli wiggled their half-limb. “Would not hurt much. Not even arm hurt when master ripped it away.” They shrugged, standing up. The look on Sofie’s face said many things. Most of all that she wasn’t ready, and that was okay. Learning how to fight needed to be on her time, it needed to be different than the way Metzli was taught. They knew better than anyone how unfair and painful the use of force was. 

It may have been decades ago, but the tears were forever burned onto their cheeks after their first experience with a knife in their belly. That wasn’t something anyone forgot. Not even Metzli, who was only numb because of those teachings. “Maybe we finish for today.” They muttered, laying down slowly and feeling the cartilage and bone settle in their nose as it repaired itself. “Was not much but you did good. Small steps.”

There was a difference between something not hurting, and not hurting much. Sofie certainly wasn’t sure she believed the removal of Metzli’s arm didn’t hurt much at all. Just because they were technically dead didn’t mean they didn’t suddenly didn’t feel pain.

Sofie sat back on her heels, watching as the vampire laid back, and removed the offer of the knife from the table. For now at least. “It was definitely a start. More than I would have done yesterday.” She sighed, sitting in the grass. “You’re sure you’re okay? And yes I know we are both very hard to kill, I just want to make sure we can’t magically die by breaking our noses now.”

Metzli scoffed, a little offended that Sofie didn’t take them at their word. They had already explained that they didn’t lie, hadn’t they? And how on earth did Sofie not understand or know the physiology of a vampire? They were a durable species, with very particular kill methods. Needless to say, Metzli was both annoyed and confused as to why Sofie was asking questions she already should have known the answers to.

“I am sure. Not know if you notice, but I have many scars. Many fights and many stabs. Stop hurting a long time ago.” Metzli rolled their shoulders, feeling the cold earth press against their back. Looking toward Sofie, they offered a small chuckle, “Will not magically die from broken nose. Is impossible. Do not be idiot.” They shook their head playfully, propping themself up on their elbow. “Stakes kill us. Holy water or holy items hurt. You know this.”

Sofie had definitely noticed the scars that littered Metzli’s body, but that didn’t mean that Sofie believed every single one of them hadn’t hurt. The durability of their kind had nothing to do with their ability to feel pain. She rolled her eyes playfully. “Of course I know, Myszko.” It was an aspect of humanity that she’d clung to for one reason or another. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t been hurt for so long when she saw friends injured it alarmed her, even if the injuries were superficial. Perhaps it was because she knew what it would take to kill them that made her fuss and cluck like a worried hen. “I know very well.”

“I did warn you I’d be a pest, didn’t I?” She grinned. “Regretting agreeing to be my friend already, Metzli?”

“Good. Was worried you were not taught everything and some reason made it this long alive.” Metzli watched the way Sofie disregarded their truth, only taking what they said at face value. It bothered them a little, but they didn’t know why. Or maybe they did and they didn’t want to face what it meant to be given her response.

“Hmm…” Metzli looked up in thought, pondering on Sofie’s question. Of course, this was a tease. They just hoped Sofie would start to see the subtle nuances in their mannerisms enough to tell. “Not yet.” Metzli joked, “There is still time.” They went quiet, worrying their lip as the words on their tongue began to take shape. Sighing, they turned to face Sofie, brows furrowed with a mixture of curiosity and frustration.

“Did your master take your insides away? The things that make you feel. Did they hollow you?”

“I exist purely out of spite, my dear Metzli. Purely out of determination and spite.” It was only kind of a joke. She had made it far longer than she should have been able to by just existing. The existing for the spite of it hadn’t really kicked in until the mid-nineties. 

Sofie sat unnaturally still, watching the other vampire. She must have said something or done something, because she had thought this a relatively light-hearted conversation. She slowly shook her head in answer. “My sire was like my mother,” she said softly. “It was only hollow after they were gone.” And she knew that wasn’t the case for Metzli. She knew and yet there was nothing she could say to change either of their pasts. “She was not my master, she was my friend.”

“Mother.” Now that had to be a joke, right? Mothers weren’t friends. They were judge, jury, and executioner. Like the story of Cinderella, minus the evil step-sisters, but all the wickedness attached. From the start, with no one else to choose from, Lupe Bernal’s first and only born was chosen for the role of Cinderella. But not just her. Baltazar Bernal, too. That was just how parents operated, wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it?

Metzli stayed silent in thought, seeing just how opposite both the vampire’s experiences were. On their experience alone, it made sense that their new, vampiric parent despised them, and used them for work. It was bittersweet to discover not all operated as Eloy did. Others had the opportunity to flourish and enjoy their time. Metzli asked themself what they did to miss out on that. 

“I’m sorry,” They finally muttered, their voice going soft and shaky. Sofie lost something beautiful. Metzli couldn’t help but wonder if it was better to have had it and lost it, or never to have it at all. Maybe their path was happier, as painful as it was.

She nodded as they echoed her words. She had loved her birth mother, yes, but Sofie wasn’t sure the woman had ever understood her. Seraphine had known her practically from the moment she’d met Sofie. She understood her. Seraphine didn’t make her feel silly for wanting more. No, her sire had given her everything she could have dreamed of. And more importantly than any of the material things, she gave Sofie friendship. She had felt so unmoored by the deaths and disappearances, but none so much as Seraphine’s. 

But Metzli hadn’t had a Seraphine. From the sounds of it, if Seraphine was good and understanding and giving, then Metzli’s sire was the antithesis. They deserved a Seraphine. Everyone deserved a friend like that, but none so much as Metzli. 

“Thank you,” was all she could say because it’s alright would never be the answer. She looked at Metzli with a sad smile. They deserved a friend like Seraphine had been hers. She hoped they had found one in the time since they’d been free of their sire. “I’m sorry if I said something to bring up a bad memory, Metzli.” Sofie finished quietly.

Unlike Sofie, the vampire opposite of her believed the pain was fine. That it was okay to have yet to live and have only survived in over a century. If it wasn’t, what was the alternative? Metzli didn’t want to think about it, so they didn’t. Whatever emotion threatened to tidal wave through, they simply willed themself to swim away instead of drown. Maybe they were left stranded in the middle of such dark waters, with no end in sight, but Metzli didn’t care. They just kept moving until the vastness of their hollow soul welcomed them.  

“Did nothing wrong.” Voice lost all softness, returning to its default and rigid tone. “Is all fine, Sofie. Feel nothing.” Metzli rose to their feet, patting away the dirt and grass from their clothes and skin. There wasn’t much training done, but hopefully it was a good enough start. “Maybe we just walk. Maybe…” Metzli trailed off, looking toward the trees in the distance. They offered their elbow to Sofie, inviting her to hook her arm with theirs. “Walk and talk. Sounds nice. For now.”

She managed not to wince as Metzli snapped back into their usual demeanor. Sofie didn’t know the other vampire very well, but she was fairly certain to know that it wasn’t fine at all.  

A crooked grin stilted up the corner of Sofie’s mouth, and she got up off the grass and dusted herself off she linked her arm through the one Metzli had extended to her. “Walk and talk it is, my friend.” Maybe Metzli didn’t have a Seraphine. But they did have a Sofie. And Sofie was determined to be as good a friend as she could, to makeup for the unkindnesses fate had dealt both of them. 

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

[a fic in which adam gets his ass BEAT by an 11 year old (also cw for blood and animal death)]

…

Ari was brave to a fault.

She was out with her friends, hours after her parents thought she went to bed. They had stolen candy from where Lucia’s parents had hidden—it wasn’t very well hidden, even though they’ve had it stolen before they always hid it in the same place—and they all quietly snuck out to their fort in the woods.

It was incredibly stupid of them to do that, Ari realizes, as she’s being chased by some kind of noodle-armed alternate that seemed very keen on snapping her neck.

“HEEHEE GAMES ARE FUN! WHY DON’T WE PLAY TAG, HUH? I’M IT.” it screamed the thinly veiled threat out loud enough that the normal, natural noises of the woods were silenced.

“SCREW YOU!!” She would have made a witty comeback, but she was too out of breath to come up with anything. It was like trying to outrun a car.

So the night started out normal, right? She went out to the woods with everyone, she brought her flashlight and her candy and her blanket and her stuffy, simon (don’t tell any of the others he’s the favorite, they’ll be sad).

They talked about the usual things elementary kids did in mandela county, when can we watch TV again, where did my dog go, why are the teachers making us take so many tests we already had five and that’s too much, the list goes on.

SNAP.

“..What was that,”

“I don’t know, it was probably like…a raccoon or something,”

“I’ll go check it out,”

“Nono, Ari you really don’t have to-“

“Mia. I’ll be fine! It probably is just a raccoon, and if it is, i get to beat the crap out of it,”

“I- ok, go fight a raccoon. If you’re not back in 10 minutes we’ll go in there with the shotgun,”

-

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK-”

Ari’s mom told her she couldn’t use those words until she was older, but she didn’t care right now. Her mom has clearly never been chased by a noodle monster before.

She didn’t even push the branches out of the way anymore, sure it stung but-

“ghhk,”

She choked as she was slowly lifted off the ground by her hoodie, the zipper digging into her neck.

She never got the chance to really look at it as she was running through the forest, it’s sweatshirt—which has the letters BPS printed onto it (they’ll probably be imprinted in her head forever as well)—was covered in dirt from running through the forest, its eyes were almost completely black, and its smile was wide—too wide.

“TAG.” It screeched, as it brought its other hand up to her neck.

NONONONO I JUST WANTED TO FIGHT A RACOON THIS WILL NOT BE HOW I DIE-

She somehow managed to pry the hand off her neck, and climb up it, as she did its smile grew wider.

It tried to pull her off its shoulders, but that attempt failed when she stabbed it in the eye. Hard.

It let out a horrible screech as it dropped her back to the ground, covering its face with its hands as its smile turned into a sort-of grimace. It was mad.

It ran at her again with its right eye dripping dark red blood, no taunts this time. It just wanted her dead.

When its face got close enough she stabbed it in the other eye, completely blinding it. The screech was even worse this time, she wouldn’t be surprised if her friends actually heard it this time.

Whatever it was realized it had clearly lost, and it sprinted back into the woods, bumping into the trees.

Ari stood there for a minute, trying to catch her breath.

Her friends came rushing in by her, worried looks on their faces, which turned into relief when they saw she was still alive.

“It uh…it wasn’t a raccoon,”

“CLEARLY. WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” Mia shouted at her.

“Shh shh keep it down..we don’t know if whatever “it” was will come back,” Lucia put her hand over Mia’s mouth. Much to her dismay.

“Trust me guys. It’s not gonna come back. At least not tonight,”

They all stood in silence for a moment, Mia still carrying the shotgun (how did they get a shotgun they are eleven. anyway) Lucia still with her hand over Mia’s mouth, and Ari still carrying the bloodied knife.

“…we’re gonna find a new place for our fort. And we’re gonna take you to the hospital because that is a dislocated shoulder if I’ve ever seen one,” Lucia said, taking her hand off of Mia’s mouth.

As Ari’s adrenaline left her body, she felt a stinging pain in her shoulder.

“Yeah…we’re gonna be in so much trouble.”

“OH CRAP. I FORGOT ABOUT OUR PARENTS,” Lucia brought her hands to her head.

“Nono guys, it's fine. I can take the fall and go to to the hospital, you go home,”

“…really? You’d do that for us?”

“Absolutely.”

-

After Ari got treated for her wounds, which there were surprisingly little of, she was taken to the police station so she could reunite with her parents. She was lectured. Heavily. But she wasn’t really listening, rewinding the events of that night in her mind.

BPS.

What did the letters on that thing’s jacket mean? It looked like a failed copy of someone, so those letters clearly meant something.

She was going to try her best to find out. Right after her parents unground her.

Yooooo /pos

Adam gets his ass kicked by a kid, real-

[just-a-creep-babe]

https://www.tumblr.com/just-a-creep-babe/725668195446456320/httpswwwtumblrcomjust-a-creep-babe7251148763?source=share

AHH I am so glad you liked this concept!!! It is coming together perfectly so I thought I would share a "passage" with you! 🫶 

Sam is seen sitting in the hospital bed as Randy approaches her room. Sam sighs before turning toward Tess. "Loss the camera, Coppola."

Tess laughs. "Hey, you're the one who didn't want the camera to stop rolling, for your journalism project!"

Sam only rolls her eyes. The door then suddenly opens, with a voice saying, "cute sweatshirt, Sammy." Randy then motions toward her hockey sweatshirt that Dean let her borrow.

Sam then looks up, letting out sigh of annoyance. "Just what in the hell are you doing here?"

Randy motions toward Dean. "To tell you to get your guard dog in check."

"What are you even-"

"Your little boyfriend, Dean? He was wearing that fucking mask, sitting outside my house, stalking me. He broke into the house where Riley was babysitting!"

"No? Dean's been here."

"I saw him with the mask!"

We then cut to Sam now standing and her and Randy fighting. Dean is standing in the middle, not saying one word.

"Dean's been with me all night!"

"Stop covering for him!"

"You have some nerve to put me in the hospital then come and yell at me!"

"That was an accident! I got a nosebleed-"

"You got a nose bleed? Oh, don't give me that shit! You are total chaos and always have and will be! This is why we stopped being friends! You are total chaos! I NEVER want to see you again!"

"Right back at you! Have a nice goddamn life!"

Just then, there is a gurgling sound and Sam and Randy both look up to see Dean...with blood coming out of his mouth and blood seeping from his chest through his shirt. The duo screams as the curtain is thrown back, revealing the same masked person who had been stalking Randy and Elijah. Sam screeches as she leaps over the bed and she and Randy make a b-line toward the exit. The masked person is faster as just before Sam runs for it, they grab Sam by her hoodie. Before she can get stabbed, Sam bites down, hard, onto the person's arm, causing them to drop the knife with a clank. The duo then finally makes a run for it.

Oooooooooh things are kicking uppppp 👀👀👀👀

[sillyandquiteawkward]

Those Pokémon gajinka are SO COOL. Darude is giving a lot of Beetlejuice energy to me. Jaunt's outfit is very cute. Actually all the outfits are great. I love the composition on Lone, drawing your eye to the gun. All his expressions are great. Is there a story behind that cracked sherriff's badge? I like Sadsack's punk/miner look with the funky shirt to add some fun, and styling the Pokemon's hair like a sweatshirt is a great way to translate the design over.

dhslgsj THANK YOU,, i had so much fun designing little chaotic guys for my fav pokemon.

darude was fun i was picturing like a old fashioned crooning kind of singer with the body of louis fron the princess and the frog LMAO. i get the vibes of beetlejuice hes Got them too with the stripes and belly and showmanship

and thanks i was thinking about what moves theyd be using when it came to posing and with lone i was imagining him using disable. maybe he would strike a cool pose when fighting but i like the quick draw straight intimidating effortless sort of vibe for him. with his story i like to think lone used to be a sherrif but his drive to fight got him kicked outta town and now he rides the winds trying to find a suitable rival to sate his desires.

sad sacks design came from the fact i gave her a rocky helmet in game and i wanted to incorporate it into the design. this was even before i learned glimmora came From underground so that ended up inspiring its hiker/miner look. but also that shes fruity on the inside <3

jaunts oversized hoodie came from me not wanting to stick this funky tall dog in like a robe and i was trying to avoid dressing them up like a priest which was my first idea for them dksgsk. now their a rotting hippie kinda guy.

[griefbuilt]

–   CHARACTER STUDY   -   JEREMY GILBERT 

LAYER 001 :    THE OUTSIDE.

NAME  :     jeremy  grayson   gilbert

EYE   COLOUR  :     hazel

HAIR  COLOUR  :     brown

HEIGHT  :  6’3   and  a   half  (  rounds  up  to  6’4  when  asked  )

CLOTHING   STYLE  :   dark  colors  ;  casual  (   flannels  ,  combat  boots  ,  leather  jackets  ,  t-shirts   ,   band  tee’s  ,   jeans  ,   button-downs  ,   tank  tops  ,  leather  pants  ,  hoodies  ,  sweatshirts  ,  briefs  ,   black  nail  polish  (  less  common  )  ,  suits  and  dress  shoes  for  weddings  and  funerals   )

BEST   PHYSICAL   FEATURE  :      smile

LAYER 002 :    THE  INSIDE.

FEARS  :  isolation   ,   loneliness   ,   abandonment  ,   loss   ,  helplessness  ,   betrayal  ,  unexpected   touch   ,  unexpected   loss  of  contact   ,  loss   of  control  ,   loss   of  autonomy  ,  crowded   spaces  ,  forgetting  ,  being   forgotten.

GUILTY   PLEASURES  :  junk   food  ,  watching   trash   reality  tv   with �� caroline  ,  stealing  from   chain   stores  ,  takeout  ,   true   crime   shows  ,  shitty   vampire  /  werewolf   movies   ,  singing   taylor   swift  in   the   shower   ,  ‘  borrowing ‘   small  things   from   friends   to  hoard   away ,   long   showers   ,   men.

BIGGEST   PET   PEEVE  :    bad   tippers  /  unnecessarily   rude   to  customer   service  reps.

AMBITIONS   FOR   THE   FUTURE  :     keeping   everyone   alive  (  particularly  tyler  and   stefan   ,  since  apparently   they’re   bad   at   that  )  ,  maybe  graduating  (  ?  )  

LAYER 003 :   THOUGHTS.

FIRST   THOUGHTS   WAKING   UP  :  ‘  too  early  ‘ or  ‘  time  to  go  back  to  sleep  ‘  or ‘  fuck  i  shouldn’t  of  done  that ‘  (  most  frequently  )  ;  rolling  over  to  grab  mindlessly  at  the  person  he’s  with  (  in  a  relationship  )  ;  ‘ .....again ?  ‘  (  when  regaining  consciousness  after  a  near-death  experience  )  

WHAT   THEY   THINK   ABOUT   MOST  : ‘ is  (  insert  person  here  )  doing  alright  ‘  or  ‘  how  the  fuck  did  this  happen ‘ or  ‘  how  the  fuck  are  we  going  to  get  out  of  this  ‘ or  ‘  i  wonder  what  mom  /  dad  would  say ‘ ;  generally  thinks  about  death  a  lot

WHAT   THEY   THINK   ABOUT   BEFORE   BED  :    ‘ i’ll  deal  with  that  tomorrow ‘  or  ‘  why  do  i  feel  like  i  forgot  something  ?  did  i  forget  something  ?  maybe...  etc. ‘ or  ‘  please  let  this  be  fixed  in  the  morning.  let  it  just  not  be  real  ‘ or  ‘  fuck  it.  too  tired  to  change ‘ or  ‘  tyler....  ‘  

WHAT   THEY   THINK   THEIR   BEST   QUALITY   IS  :  his  astonishing  ability  to  rise  up  from  the  dead  like  fucking  lazarus  when  people  try  so, so  hard  to  kill  him  ?  or  he  doesn’t  give  up  on  people,  even  when  he  should.... or  he  gives  great  head  or  his  loyalty  to  the  people  he  loves

LAYER 004 :    WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE   OR   GROUP   DATES  :    single

TO   BE   LOVED   OR   RESPECTED  : loved….

BEAUTY   OR   BRAINS  :   beauty

DOGS   OR   CATS  :    dogs   (  how  he  wishes   tyler   was  pettable  )

LAYER 005 :    DO THEY…

LIE  :   yes      

BELIEVE   IN   THEMSELVES  :  no  

BELIEVE   IN   LOVE  :   yes

WANT   SOMEONE  :   yes  

LAYER 006 :    HAVE THEY EVER…

BEEN   ON   STAGE  :    yes  (  if  his  elementary  school  performances  count  )  

DONE   DRUGS  :   yes  (  started  smoking  pot  at  thirteen  ;  started  in  on  benzos  and  painkillers  after  miranda  and  grayson’s  death  and  branched  out  from  there  )  

CHANGED   WHO   THEY   WERE   TO   FIT   IN  :  yes  (  tried  to  fit  in  more  during  childhood  (  eg:  being  more  like  matt  /  tyler  )  but  gave  up  relatively  quickly  ----  quicker  than  he  thinks  some  people  would’ve  liked,  at  least  ;  has  begrudgingly  killed  his  compassion  to  stay  alive  /  useful (  it  wasn’t  half  as  valued  in  him  as  it  was  elena,  anyways  )  )

LAYER 007 :    FAVOURITES.

FAVOURITE   COLOURS  :   green  ,  black  ,  gray  ,  blue  , that  one  shade  of  pink  his  mom  used  to  wear  all  the  time  ,  the  sunshine  yellow  that  reminds  him  of  caroline  (  and  only  that  yellow  )  ,  brown  like  his  sister’s  eyes  or  his  dad’s  eyes  or  his  grandfather’s  eyes  -------  they  were  all  the  same  shade  ;  he  didn’t  get  them

FAVOURITE   ANIMAL  :     dogs  

FAVOURITE   BOOK  :   battle  royale  ;  slaughterhouse-five  ;  cat’s  cradle  ;  as  i  lay  dying  ;  blood  meridian  ;  junky  ;  fight  club  ;  trainspotting  ;  the  hellbound  heart  ;  house  of  leaves  ;  the  exorcist  ;  good  old  neon  ;  pickman’s  model  ;  the  terror  ;  the  indifferent  stars  above  ;  in  cold  blood  ;  gun,  needle,  spoon  

FAVOURITE   GAME  :   dishonored  ,  red  dead  redemption  ,  fallout  ,  silent  hill  ,  dead  space  ,  resident  evil  ,  scrabble  ,  clue  ,  connect  four,  uno,  risk,  blackjack,  pool,  cheat,  poker,  beer  pong,  stump   (  would  1000%  play  dnd  with  wade  tbh  )  

LAYER 008 :    AGE.

DAY   THEIR   NEXT   BIRTHDAY   WILL   BE  :   october  13th

HOW   OLD   WILL   THEY   BE  :      20

LAYER 010 :    FINISH THE SENTENCE.

I LOVE  :    too  hard

I FEEL  :     too  much  or  not  at  all

I HIDE  :     to  keep  people  comfortable

I MISS  :    my  mom

I WISH  :    things  were  different

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

043 of 2024

Created by sassybabexo

Do you know anyone who works at McDonald's?

Not in person.

What are your plans for next weekend?

Groceries and taking some good rest.

Do you know anyone who plays heaps of sports?

Not really, I rather know plenty of people who play just one.

Have you ever been suspended from school?

Not really.

When was the last time you had chocolate?

Ate some chocolate-covered cookies now, but I'm not a big fan of chocolate.

Have you ever been to a sports game?

More than once.

If so, what sport did you see?

Football. I attend all the matches my stepson plays, and the ones his kids play. (No, I don't like football.)

Have you used a sewing machine before?

Yes, my mum had one.

When was the last time you had a snow day?

Centuries ago lol. Just kidding, the last and only snowy day we had in this country was in March, I think.

Have you ever gotten in trouble for using a phone in class?

Who hasn't lol. But I'm from the older generation, times have changed.

Where do your cousins live?

All over Europe.

Have you met any of your second cousins?

Yeah, more than once.

Do you like the All-American Rejects?

Nope, not my type.

Is your computer slow or fast?

Fun thing, it had RAM replaced from 8GB to 20GB and it's still lagging like ell at times.

What colour shirt are you wearing?

I'm not wearing any shirt.

Have you ever faked sick to get out of something?

Nope, it's lame.

If so, how did you do it?

I didn't.

Have you ever been ice skating?

Yeah, as a part of PE classes. I hated it.

Who do you sit near in math?

I graduated school 14 years ago.

Have you ever had Werther s Original butterscotch toffee?

I know the brand and I like their candy, but I don't remember if I ever tried this particular one before.

When was the last time you wore a skirt?

Lol I'm a guy. I don't wear skirts.

Have you seen all the Shrek movies?

Yeah, they're funny.

Have you ever fainted?

More than once.

What did you have for breakfast?

I didn't have anything. I legit forgot about breakfast because I was busy cooking and cleaning.

When was the last time you went on vacation?

Last year, Christmas trip to my parents. And last summer to Poland.

Have you ever had to sit next to some smelly random person on a bus?

What's the question even. More than once, last time today. Ew.

Do you have any pets other than dogs or cats?

No, but I used to have a pet rabbit when I was a child.

What colour is your bed sheet?

Light blue.

Do you have a job?

I do. I was fighting hard to get back to it, and I succeeded. I'm happy for that because I love my job and I can't imagine doing anything else in my life.

If so, where and what does it consist of doing?

I work in a rolling stock company, so long story short, I build trains. I'm an electrician, so I make electrical components (including wiring control racks) and then install them in train carriages. Very responsible job.

What was the last thing you cooked?

Tomato soup.

Do you know anyone with the surname Matheson?

No, but I know two people with similarly sounding last name.

Tell me about the posters you have on your walls.

I don't have any posters. I'm not 14.

Are you the type of person who gets injuries often?

Yup. Mostly bruises, thankfully.

What does your soap smell like?

Chamomile.

Have you ever finished a whole video game?

I don't play video games.

If so, which one(s)?

N/A.

Are your siblings allergic to anything?

Most likely, although she's less allergic to things than me.

Tell me about a funny TV ad you've seen.

...wait, there's such thing as funny ads?? :O I've only seen the cringy ones.

What time is it?

19:54. Time to take my evening meds.

Do you know anyone with a pet snake?

Not in person.

Do you own a purple hoodie or sweatshirt?

No, but my husband does.

When did you last stay home from school?

I'm not even in school.

^ What was the reason?

N/A.

Has your house ever had a pest infestation?

Yea we had ants at some point.

Do you have any bad habits?

Is there anyone who doesn't?

Can you speak French?

We have mandatory French classes in schools (it's one of our three official languages), but I forgot everything lol. I would be lost without my husband, he's fluent in French.

Which one of your friends has great music taste?

All of them and none of them at the same time.

What can you smell right now?

Raspberry cookies.

What was the last movie you watched?

I don't watch movies, I always fall asleep on them.

What was the last CD you bought?

À NÉANT by LE MONDE PAR LE FEU.

Was it a digital copy or old school?

Digital because they didn't release physical CDs.

What will you do after this?

Probably either another survey or I'll go to bed.

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[ginanddonuts]

It’s been a minute since I did one of these, but in a year that started with the death of a legend , and saw music infrastructure fracture even further into hyper-niche corners, I found myself more engaged than I’ve been in a while with new rap. Maybe the sheer impossibility of staying on top of everything freed me up to just hear what I hear and rock with what I like, or maybe I just finally burnt myself out playing Starlito tapes on repeat and needed something to switch it up with, but picking 50 was actually kinda tricky. Who knew?

In alphabetic order. Got em’ in a YouTube and an Apple Music playlist for easy listenin'

Armand Hammer - Y'all Can't Stand Right Here (prod. Steel Tipped Dove & Messiah Musik) AyooLii - Shmackin Town (prod. 2PHONENOAH) Baby Osama - Only Girl in the NBA (prod. ?) Babyface Ray ft Los & Nutty - Luh Tyler Flow (prod. TanaFyeThatShitUp2) BabyTron ft Luh Tyler - Kai Cenat / Old Days (prod. Hokatiwi) billy woods - Rapper Weed (prod. Kenny Segal) Bobby Too Tact - Real Facts (WhoRunItNYC Performance) (prod. Lowkeymali) 2HUMPY x 2RARE - 2HUMPY Anthem (prod. 2HUMPY) Certified Trapper - Over Seas (prod. Certified Trapper) Christ Dillinger - Ima Go Out Fighting Like King Von (prod. Seepy) Connie Diiamond ft Jenn Carter - Ghetto & Ratchet (prod. DJAaronOnDaBeat & Milan Made It) CrackWhite - Black Pain (prod. RAN) Danny Brown ft Bruiser Wolf - Y.B.P. (prod. SKYWLKR, Kassa Overall) DJ Fresh ft E40, Larry June & Dreebo - Pop My Shit (prod. DJ Fresh) Earl Sweatshirt - Making the Band (Danity Kane) (prod. Evilgiane) FLEE - Hunnibun (prod. Natt Carlos) Gabe 'Nandez - Long Reach (prod. Argov) Ice Spice - Deli (prod. RiotUSA) IceColdBishop - Last Night (prod.BREGMA, Jeremy Uribe, David Emanuel & Bubbs) ICYTWAT - Black Card (prod. Rocco Roy) Jay Hound ft Jay5ive - Ukraine (prod. DoubleM) Kari Faux ft Devin the Dude - DOG (prod. Phoelix) KARRAHBOOO - Running Late (prod. Gentlebeatz & Yovng Blake) Key Glock - In And Outta Town (prod. BandPlay & Hitkidd) Killer Mike ft. Future, Andre 3000, Eryn Allen Kane - Scientists & Engineers (prod. André 3000, No I.D., DJ Paul, James Blake & TWhy) King Vision Ultra ft Lord Kayso - Media Training (prod. King Vision Ultra) Maiya The Don - Dusties (prod. Pliznaya & Derrick Milano) Maz G x AyooLii - Jack TAP (prod. AyooLii) Niontay ft Earl Sweatshirt, El Cousteau, & MIKE - Real hiphop (prod. Tony Seltzer & Vinny Fanta) Noname ft $ilkMoney & billy woods - gospel? (prod. Gaetan) NR Boor x OT7 Quanny - Body 4 Body (prod. Pyro-Z5) Oodaredevil - No Regular (prod. Cade, Giannii) Paris Texas ft Kenny Mason - DnD (prod. Paris Texas, Dilip, William J. Sullivan, Julian Ali, Romil Hemnani) Rent Check ft Baghead & Vazh - Full Court(prod. Baghead) RXKNephew - Matching moncler (prod. Warheart) Sexyy Red - Shake Yo Dreads (prod. Kat Lightning & AyoCBass) ShyBelligerent-Trynna Make It Out (prod. SheeeshJon) SieteGang Yabbie - Everybody Eats B (prod. 500K?) Smokingskul - Blue Zan (prod. Pdf) Stonedda5th - Changed (prod. CYOUNGBEATZ) That Mexican OT ft Paul Wall & Drodi - Johnny Dang (prod. TobiAli) Tisakorean ft Sunny Galactial - uHhH HuH.mP3 (prod. TisaKorean) TREE x Vic Spencer - Suede on the Roof (prod. CJ the Kid) Treety - "Making Love" (prod. Blaqnmild) Valee ft 03 Greedo (prod. Harry Fraud) Young Nudy - Pancake (prod. Coupe) Young Thug ft Slime & Lil Goth - Hoodie (prod. Southside & Metro Boomin) Zelooperz - 4Inju (prod. Carlo Anthony) 41 - Run That (prod. Touchamill, Jake Krumm, Kshawn Van Huner & Hunter Tomeo)

[dbldipper]

at her concern, dipper laughed. the amusement wasn't directed at her, more so at the sound of something so outlandishly caring coming from her in regards to him; ❛ stabbed?? ❜ he repeated, lifting a singular brow now, stretching one arm across his chest, holding it in place with the other, and tilting his neck to the side in a subtle yet effective stretch. ❛ wait... i'm sorry... pacifica northwest, is this you trying to say you'd be... worried about me ?? am i hearing that right ?? ❜ the lilt of a smirk that toyed on his lips was foreign, a bit unfamiliar, but the level of comfort he had reached over the last few hours coupled with the wine bottle they had run dry was making dipper feel a bit more audacious than usual. he should start drinking more wine. playfully, he picked up the bottle off the table, laying back on the couch and pretending to read the label...albeit, NONE of it was in english; ❛ shit, i gotta get you more of whatever this stuff is... ❜

at her proclaimed executive decision, dipper decided not to fight it, balling up his hoodie and stuffing it behind his neck, folding his arms beneath his head as he watched the blonde in front of him stretch long, slender arms above her head. suddenly, his face was flushed from more than just the wine because when the sweatshirt she was wearing rode up, he couldn't help it- fuck, what sensible man could ?? his eyes instinctively wandered to wear the hem of the garment rose to flirt with the outline of her ribcage, a lump in his throat forming at the mere glimpse of skin...a lump that he quickly swallowed when she started speaking again, clearing his throat. snapping out of it, dipper shook his head and brought his gaze to the ceiling, shutting his eyes, playing it off. ❛ — AND you're letting me pick how many pillows i want ?? ❜ dipper lifted his eyes to hers again, a smile returning to his lips, blithely rolling his eyes at the offer; ❛ one is fine, pacifica... and no, i don't need an extra pillow to make me feel like i'm not sleeping alone, thank you very much, but— if you've got something to simulate the weight of a forty pound dog on my legs, i'll take that.❜

"Are you kidding? I know this is a safe place and everything but if you leave I'm just going to be worried that some psycho jumped out and stabbed you." Which was a totally normal thing to be worried about. It was less likely to happen to him than her ( or any woman really ) but still, the chance was still there. "It's not going to happen - I'm making the executive decision." Not that she would force him to stay but she could be pretty persuasive when she had to be. For some reason, it made her stomach feel - light? nauseous? - when he seemed as surprised as she did that so much time had passed. It was a lot easier than she would have guessed to spend so much time together talking about a childhood both of them had so readily ran away from. Maybe there was something to the idea that distance made the heart grow fonder and, in this case, that distance was both literal and figurative. As more time passed, it was a little less painful for her to think about what life had been like in the Northwest Mansion. Not easy, she didn't think it would ever be easy, but the hurt had dulled an infinitesimal amount. "Invading my space?" she laughed with a roll of her eyes. "I think we're like way, way past that. You can stay on the couch and it'll be like you aren't even here."

Pushing herself up from the couch, she felt a few joints crack and had to stretch out for a second, lifting her arms over her head, cropped sweatshirt lifting up to reveal more of her torso than she normally would with him of all people. Her arms fell and she moved towards one of her closets, this one filled with extra blankets and random pillows and sheets. "What kind of a pillow guy are you? One? Two? An extra one to hold onto so it doesn't feel like you're sleeping alone?" she teased, glancing back at him over her shoulder with raised eyebrows.

[captain-kinda-trash]

Hi! I wanted to request some headcannons for rottmnt boys with a reader who gives great hugs and gets a plush hoodie this winter, so hugging them feels like hugging a teddy bear now

Of course!! Thank you so much for the request!!

Teddy Bear (ROTTMNT Headcanons)

This was what I had in mind while writing 🤔🤔⬇

Leo

Let's just be clear about one thing

Leo LOVES your hugs

CANNOT get enough of them

Long night of fighting for justice? Huggies

Gets into an argument with Donnie? More huggies

Hell, even walking past you in the lair, he'll do little grabby hands and act like a whiny baby until he gets his daily hugs 🙄 😩

But then you get a super soft, super fluffy, super warm sweatshirt?

Dead

He's dead

You're basically like a human heater for this cold-blooded blue boy

Since you've gotten it, you can hardly stop wearing it, because it's the most comfortable thing ever-

And Leo has gotten even more excuses to hug you

"Leo, im cooking!"

"bUT YOUR SOO COMFFYYY 🥴"

Will, without a doubt ask you to carry his lazy ass, just because he wants to snuggle into your sweatshirt

And don't even get me STARTED on movie nights with him

Because what begins as a cold-blooded turtle hanging onto your arm like a baby koala

Ends up being Leo curled up in your lap or somehow wrapped around you with this hot sweater

So while he's practically purring with comfort, you are sweating like a dog

Not to mention, this bitch is just heavy

like 200+ pounds of straight muscle, so I hope you don't have to use the restroom any time soon because it's going to take a while to pry this big baby off of you

I'd also like to mention, that you don't need to tell him not to steal your hoodie

because he’s gonna do it anyways 😎💙

You discovered this one day, when you slipped the article off to bake with Mikey

After a nice batch of cookies was made, your jacket was gone and you began parading around the lair to find it 

Only to see Leo, snuggled in his bed and playing on his phone, with your hoodie practically swallowing him whole

If he hadn’t looked so comfortable, you would have been angrier, and just settled for scolding him playfully for stealing it

it was hell trying to pry it off of him,  though...

This turtle knows how to wrestle and he will not hesitate to kick your ass over this fluffy sweatshirt 😤

These two things (hugs and your hoodie) combined just make Leo melt into a puddle, and he couldn’t be happier to have all of your teddy bear hugs :>

Mikey

um, have you met this turtle?

KING of hugs

It’s so great how both of you share the same energy

Though he’s more cold-blooded, like Donnie, he needs all of the hugs

It’s just your thing

With Raph, you have fist bumps, Leo, you’ve got a cool handshake, Donnie is more for high-fives 

And for Mikey, it’s hugs 

He practically tackles you to the ground in tight hugs whenever you get home from school/work and come to the lair, like a happy little puppy

Speaking of puppies…

That’s what he says your hoodie feels like whenever it first arrives in the mail.

Immediately, you throw it on, and Mikey is all over it, petting the soft fabric and squealing in excitement 

Can he please wear it?? 🥺

Little Mikey didn’t even have to ask before you shed the hoodie and let him try it on

And OH

MY

FLUFFY...

The amount of cuteness that this turtle radiates when he’s smiling like an idiot and flapping the oversized arms around is just-

He vows to get his own since it’s so warm and comfortable

But he’s very respectful and gives it back to you

Only to attack you in another hug and lift you off of the ground because you look so adorable

“You’re like a little teddy bear!” *excited squeal!*

Mikey 100% respects your space so if you’re ever snuggling, he’s instantly aware of your getting sweaty or uncomfortable and will let up or loosen his arms

Winter days?

Snuggles all day and night

when Mikey (politely) asks to wear your jacket, he’ll throw it on and give you piggyback rides around the lair, because we love fun

And for Christmas, you get him his own, and he’s IN LOVE 

Sweater buddies 

He gets one in his favorite color and little ears on the hood and once a week, when they need to be thrown in the washer, you’ll keep him warm while he waits.

(Leo gets jealous of all the attention you’re giving Mikey >:o)

Donnie

we all know that Don isn’t the biggest on physical affection

If he wants a hug, usually he’d be the one to initiate, which is totally cool, since usually he’s forced into a hug by his brothers (secretly loves it tho)

He does enjoy your hugs, though he can be a bit awkward and stiff with them at first

If he’s feeling down, needs to be warmed up a bit, he’ll immediately seek your comfort

Even out of his brothers, you’re secretly his favorite 

Sure he loves Dr. Delicate Touch, but sometimes Donnie would rather go to someone who isn’t very pushy with solutions, and is willing to listen

And we can also all agree that he has an immaculate fashion taste ✨💜

When he sees the fluffy sweater draped over your arm, he’s immediately running over, analyzing the fabrics, and rushing to get you to try it on

Why? Fashion show 

Loves the warmth of your hoodie

And I because “it’s so soofff”

Donnie’s blood runs the coldest out of all of his brothers and he has the most sensitive shell, so he just adores your sweater

Is definitely contemplating on getting one for himself, though he wouldn’t tell you at first, because you might think he’s trying to copy your awesome style, and that would just destroy his massive ego 😩💅

He enjoys it when you sit in his lab with him, maybe rested against his side with your hoodie on, as you play on your phone/read/draw

Also up for snuggles when it’s extra chilly in the Lair, or when his brothers aren’t around, because once again, damaged ego

Movie marathons?

Hell yeah

Donnie will always make sure your comfortable before he gets comfortable on the couch, so you won’t shift around while watching the movie

He’s also very vulnerable when he takes his battle shell off, and in more ways than one

You know he’s got real, strong trust when he does so and will let you carefully hug him from behind with your hoodie on, since it’s so soft

Donnie will also snatch your massive jacket if he gets the chance, and disappear into his lab for days with it on

And he’ll never tell a soul this…

But he loves it the most, because it smells like you, 💜

so it’s like having you right beside him while you’re gone, or when he’s busy building something 

Also, tries to use his classic and sarcastic charm when it comes to asking for your hoodie back

“Come on Don, it’s cold outside! I need it!”

“But would you take it from such a luxurious face as this?” 😏

“😒”

“Right, giving it back-“

He totally gets his own hoodie, by the way

Purple (obviously)

But it just isn’t the same as your own, so Donnie might just have yours on and then wrap his own around his waist

Yep

He sure does love his teddy bear 💜

Raph

Okay but Raph is an actual teddy bear-

A big, mom-friend, weapon-wielding teddy bear

He LOVES giving hugs, and most would recognize this, seeing the various pictures and instances where he pulls all three of his brothers in for a great big group hug ❤

He's constantly reminding himself that you are much much more prone to injuries than his brothers, so he holds you like a little baby when he hugs you

(Unless he gets super excited or has a really rough night, so just be aware that you might be restricted of breathing privileges in that case-)

Usually so gentle 🥺

Just picks you up and wraps those huge freaking arms around you like giant pillows

And he LOSES HIS SHIT when you come back with this fluffy ass hoodie

Has this infatuation with petting the fur and running his fingers over it

He has never felt something so soft in his entire life 😩❤

And then when he hugs you with it on-

aUGGGH ❤❤

"Why are you a like big teddy bear?!"

"Buddy, you're just getting a taste of my own world-"

Poor Raph, being the size he is and having such a spiky shell, can't just wear your hoodie like his brothers :(

I mean, sure he could take it so easily

But he doesn't want to disrespect your things, or make you upset, because this man is The Gentleman™

So, rather than asking to wear it, he'll ask to spend more time with you

Not just for the hoodie ofc, but because of your sweet gentleness and warmth

Better quit your job babe, because your new occupation?

Raph's cuddle buddy

He refuses to let you become uncomfortable, makes sure there are the right amount of pillows, blankets, and room for you to move around while you snuggle together etc.

Raph is also a heavy sleeper, so once he gets comfy and warm enough, he'll probably doze off and trap you in his big "arm cage"

Really, his nature is pure and gentle and everything you could ever imagine when it comes to hugging his little teddy bear ❤🐢

@getacactus @turtle-babe83

Hope you enjoyed this little ditty! I LOVED writing these!! 💜💜

[dracwife]

giving up? | tim

ship: about this dream & you → mickey/tim

word count: 1038

summary: just nonsense fluff. based on a silly little idea i had.

Rhythmic clicking, broken only by the brustle of fabric and shuffle of restless energy. It sounded through the apartment, which was mostly quiet.

"No -- You have to -- Wait, no, Tim!"

He kicks the headboard, accidentally but suredly still. He cries out in pain and rolls over with a sigh.

The controller bounces off the comforter, and with a muffled thump lands at the foot of the bed, scarcely a distance from where it started but tossed with a gentle but resounding defeat.

"You're giving up?"

"It's late, and I'm tired, that's all."

"You're giving up."

"I'm not giving up! This is a game rated E for Everyone. Which means, mostly for like, ten year olds."

The weight of the bed shifts. Though he's laying on his stomach, with the way the covers move and that strange sixth sense Tony always teases him about, he rolls over in a flash. And it suits him well, since his partner has made his way from the head of the bed comfortably to the opposite side where he lays, and hovers just above Mickey. It was all quick, and the way they wrestle for a moment is lighthearted, quieted giggles echo at the late hour; Eventually they both give, Tim holding himself barely above Mickey's chest, the other draped over the edge of the bed, hair splayed across the blanket, wild and messy from the fight, and overall dangerously close to just-one-elbow-to-the-ribcage from pushing Tim onto the floor. And he very well could have. But the way Tim smiles -- no, smirks -- at him keeps him from doing so.

He hears that knowing grin in his voice, too: "You're giving up."

"Fine," Mickey sighs, his hands coming up push gently away the body above him, and sits up as he does, "I'm giving up."

There's a moment of quiet, Mickey tugging at the sleeves that are far too big for him from the inside of the sweatshirt -- it drapes over him but is starkly contrasted by the shorts he wears, too. This way he's comfortably warm, in the hoodie that isn't his.

He watches his partner, whose attention has been stolen, preoccupied by the game that he seems to play with ease. Mickey throws himself at him, or rather, his waist, and attaches his arms there, head buried in his chest, but Tim scarcely seems bothered, nor is he caught off-guard, no, he lets it happen and continues on, adjusting to the new weight against him with a practiced precision, not missing a single beat in the game, either.

"I'm not bad at games!" Mickey's words are muffled now, but the anguish shows still.

"I never said you were," Tim laughs, at the feeling of breath against his chest and at the dramatic way in which his boyfriend chose to express his distress.

The response is a stifled mess, to which Tim can only offer a "Huh?" before Mickey raises his head, puppy eyes and pout in full-swing.

"I said I hate you."

"I'm sure you do."

"I do."

"Absolutely loathe me, I'm sure."

"With all the anger and disgust in the world."

"Uh-huh. And that's why you steal my clothes, too?"

"Yeah. Because you don't deserve them."

"Oh, sure. Makes sense," he finally looks away from the TV, and with a glance downward steals a kiss, to which Mickey recoils in an overly-acted display of repulsion.

At the noise, the pitter patter of paws barrels through the door, and to the bedside comes the blur of fur and excitement, one that Mickey hoists onto the bed with open arms.

"At least Dina still loves me," he grumbles, rolling over and nuzzling into the dog's soft fur.

"Okay," Tim drags the word out, finally pausing the console and setting aside the controller, "That's mean for real."

"What is?"

"Saying I don't love you."

"You don't."

"That's why I let you take my sweatshirts?"

"Yep."

"And why I let you drink from my favorite mug every morning?"

"Uh-huh."

"And why I let Gibbs think it was me that broke his chair last week?"

"Absolutely," though Mickey tried to hide it, the smile stood out in the way he tried so hard not to laugh as he spoke.

"Okay, just wanted to be sure."

The weight of the bed shifts again, and this time Mickey lets himself be surprised; Arms wrap around his waist and pull him closer, and blankets envelop him to keep him there.

A kiss is pressed against his shoulder first. Then the back of his neck, and then helpless as he is, having been made into what was effectively a burrito of sheets, he's rolled over and the kisses are peppered across his face, his cheeks, nose, forehead, and finally the last, where their lips meet and Mickey smiles into it.

Silly as it was, it was the playful moments like these that reminded them both that maybe, despite what people thought of and told them, they were made for each other. In that weird, similar opposites kind of way, where friends become lovers, that become best friends too. Where everything seems right, and relaxed and where it took so little to love the other, when they finish each other's sentences and even the times when Tony makes fun of them for being dorks or responding to each other's names, and for being a couple comfortable in each others presence and content in the openness of their relationship, and even if Gibbs pretended to hate it and Ziva reminded them whenever given the chance of their obnoxious affection, barely separating work from home in the way they bounced so easily off of each other without pondering the others at any given moment, much to the annoyance of their boss but the benefit more often than not of the case.

Even after all the teasing, the lecturing, the annoyances -- after it all, it was…nice.

For moments like these, when they fit easily into the touch of the other as they lay quiet in bed, comfortable and tangled in the covers and embrace of the other, drifting off into sleep in the dark of the bedroom --

"I'd absolutely crush you at MarioKart, by the way."

Tim chuckles, breathy and hushed, "I believe you."

[dumbikawa]

Fighting /W HQ Boys And Being Comforted By Their Teammate

GN!Reader | Angst to Fluff | Warnings: None

Characters: Oikawa, Akaashi

A/n: I tried to edit the format on mobile so I hope everything is in the right place lmao

OIKAWA

- Oikawa had been training much more than usual, which was already an ungodly amount as it is, leaving the two of you barely any time to talk let alone hang out.

- You understood, though, to some degree. Volleyball was his passion and Nationals was his last chance, in his mind, to prove he was good enough. Winning this was everything to him.

- You tried to bring him snacks every day either in-between classes, before practice, or after practice because it was obvious he wasn’t taking care of himself the way he should, and it pained you.

- The night before they left for Nationals, you waited for him to get out of practice so you could wish him luck in person since they’d be leaving early the following day. Your planned speech was forgotten, though, when you noticed a slight limp in his step.

- Not being able to hold back your concerns anymore, you asked him about it, and he snapped at you before heading off in the opposite direction.

- That night you walked home alone. Well, almost. Iwaizumi found you, knowing the route since often all three of you often walked together.

- He allowed you to rant about his sometimes idiotic best friend, explaining how you had been desperately trying to keep the relationship afloat, how understanding you were when he couldn’t spend any time with you, and the various ways you tried to take care of him since apparently he wasn’t capable of doing it himself. Yet, he showed his appreciation by yelling at you?

- Iwa laid a gentle hand on your shoulder, his attempt at comfort. You leaned forward and gave him a quick hug, thanking him for allowing you to just complain and blow off steam.

- What neither of you noticed, though, was an apologetic, guilty Oikawa watching as his best friend did the job he had ran here to do, and, honestly, probably doing a better job then he would’ve. It was only natural for you to gravitate to somebody who could actually be there for you, he thought. He should’ve known it would happen sooner rather than later, so he turned and walked away.

You feel slightly idiotic as you step out of your car and follow the crowd towards the packed stadium. After not returning any of your calls or texts from last night or this morning, and the last exchange you had with him being less than stellar, you’d still made the drive to watch him at Nationals because, despite all that happened, you loved him much more than he even knew, and you wouldn’t miss this for the world. Whether it ended in celebrations or tears, you wanted to be by his side through it all.

And, as heartbreaking as it was to watch their final match, you realized there would be no celebrating.

-

It hadn’t sunk in yet. He refused to believe the pain, the dedication, the putting everything else on hold had only led him to defeat. It wasn’t possible. He needed to stay strong, though. He couldn’t allow himself to cry afterwards with the rest of his team.

He trailed behind as they walked out of the gym, his eyes betraying him as they watered while he tried to scan the stands for a face he wasn't even sure would be there. You were another thing he had sacrificed to be here. The best thing he had in his life next to volleyball. Why would you want to see him after he was so awful? Especially when he had nothing to show for it.

Yet, there you were. The sadness he couldn’t yet express was written on your face. His eyes trailed down and noticed you were wearing one of his sweatshirts. That’s when it all came crashing down on him, and there you were to catch him.

“I-I wasn’t...I wasn’t good enough,” he stammers, his muscular body colliding with your sturdy figure. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, finding comfort in the way his sweatshirt now smelled like your perfume. “Not for my team, not for you--”

“Tooru,” you hum, his name feeling like home coming from your lips, “what are you talking about ‘for you’?” You place your hands on either side of his face, pulling him back just enough so you can look into his teary eyes.

“I saw you with Iwa after I--” His face contorts in pain as he thinks back to his words from last night and more tears spill past his lashes. “You turned to someone else because of me.”

Your heart breaks at the thought of him seeing that and thinking that you’d begun to move on from him, as if that were even a possibility.

“No, no, baby. I was upset, yes, but Iwa was just making sure I was okay. He could never replace the love I feel being in your arms or the butterflies I get when kissing you. Nobody could.” Oikawa feels his rigid body softening at your words, allowing himself to believe that’s the truth.. “I wish you would take care of yourself, or, at least, let me help pick up the slack. I’m so proud of you, your team is proud of you, and, most importantly, you are good enough, okay?” He wasn’t sure there were any tears left for him to cry, but another wave of sobs rack through his body. You pull him closer, whispering reassurances and sweet nothings for only him to hear while tracing soft circles on his back.

He felt a weight lifting off his shoulders as he allowed himself to relax in your arms. He wasn’t sure if it was from knowing you were still there for him, or if it was because, regardless of how it ended, it was all over and that provided a confusing relief in itself.

All he focused on, though, was the thought that there was no one else he wanted by his side for the rest of his life.

AKAASHI

- Akaashi felt the self-doubt creeping up on him. It seemed like he’d been on a steady decline in nearly every aspect of his life lately; volleyball, school, and even his relationship with you.

- His sets felt messy and it was only a matter of time before his team would take notice of it. And with practice nearly every night after school, he wasn’t finding the time to get the work done that he needed for classes. Then there was you. He never thought he was good enough for you and with everything else weighing his mood down, he didn’t want to make you feel bad, too.

- That’s when he’d put up a wall between him and everybody else, including you.

- You knew the moment he pulled back and decided to give him some space for a week or two, hoping that’s what he needed.

- When that didn’t work, you decided to ask him about it. Even if he didn’t want to talk about it, perhaps just knowing you were still there would be enough to make him feel a little better.

- Safe to say, it didn’t go as you’d planned.

- “I have to get these assignments done, y/n, I don’t have time to talk.” Keiji, I just want to-- “Y/n! I can’t right now, can’t you see? I can’t deal with this at the moment.”

- You didn’t feel like fighting, so you left, letting the door slam shut behind you.

For the first time since you and Keiji started dating, you wore your own hoodie to school. There was no inherent statement behind it, but if he wanted to take it as some sort of low blow you didn’t care. It had been a couple days since you left his house with tears pooling in your eyes and it felt like your heart was hurting more and more each day the two of you didn’t talk. 

Bokuto could tell there was something off between the two of you. He’d observed it weeks before, but figured it wasn’t his place to necessarily say anything. At this point, though, it had been going on for too long and he didn’t like seeing two of his closest friends hurting.

“Hey y/n!” Bokuto’s cheery call cut through your miserable mood. You hadn’t been swinging by to watch practice and avoided the dining hall, so you weren’t seeing him as much as you’re used to. You found it easy to return his ear to ear grin and began walking with him in the direction of the gym.

“It might not be my place to ask, but what happened?” The smile slipped right off your face and you had to physically turn away to avoid meeting his puppy dog eyes that would have you telling him everything.

Your eyes begin to water as your mind walks back through that night. A scoff leaves your lips as you begin to dab away the escaping tears. Bokuto, alarmed and guilty that he made you cry, envelops you in a bone-crushing hug. It felt...incredible, though. In trying to get Akaashi to open up, you forgot to follow your own advice.

Everything spilled out as you let the tears fall on Bokuto’s blazer. How Akaashi had pulled away so you tried to give him space. That when you attempted to talk to him about it he lashed out at you. Bokuto listened thoughtfully, recognizing times he’d seen his friend put up these same walls before. There wasn’t much he could offer in the way of advice, but all you needed was for him to listen.

Akaashi watched you pull away from Bokuto’s arms and laugh at something he’d said, a genuine smile gracing your lips. It hadn’t occurred to him how long it’d been since he saw you smile like that. He felt awful for what he said the other day and regretted it all the moment he saw the hurt on your face. Letting you go seemed like the best thing to do because maybe then you could find somebody to make you smile instead of cry. And, perhaps, you already had.

He closes his eyes with a sigh, letting himself slide down to the floor, thinking about the way you were smiling and imagining a scenario where it was because of him.

“Keiji?” Your soft voice pulls him from his thoughts as he looks up to see you standing a little bit away from him, an unsure look on your face.

“Y/n.” Everything he wants to say is stuck in his throat, so he settles for a simple, “I’m so sorry.” It wasn’t enough, he knows, but you still sit down next to him.

“What’s going on in your head?” You hug your knees close to your body and turn to look at him. He wants so badly to reach out and hold your face, watching your eyes drift close when you lean into his touch.

“You deserve better. Someone happier like Bo. I’m not a good boyfriend--”

“When did you become a liar?” You cut him off, wanting to stop his harmful train of thinking immediately. He’s taken aback, not sure what to say, so you continue. “Do you remember when you brought me my favorite food because my favorite character died? Or how whenever we’re in a crowd you put your hand behind your back for me to hold so we don’t get separated?” He wants to smile, thinking back to those moments, but remembering the things he said the other day stops him.

“But I’ve been so horrible to you recently.”

“You haven’t been horrible, Keiji. You’ve just got a lot going on up there. There’s no pressure to tell me about it, but I’m here and I’m not leaving unless you really want me to.” 

Nothing else had to be said. He leans forward and rests his head on your shoulder. Your arm goes around him, a physical affirmation that your words are true. One talk wasn’t going to solve everything. The self-doubt would still be there, and they might always be. But he felt comfort in the fact that he could share more with you without that fear of bringing you down with him.