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Something I really appreciate in the Hazbin | Helluva verse is the like, etymology of the swearing. Like the conversational swearing is funny and relatable in general but there are so many good little details.
Like in helluva, where there's a lot more purely hellborn society, you get a lot of swears like 'Satan's taint'- satanic and demonic based swearing inspired by the Sins that are both rulers and low key divinity.
But the sinners and pride folk swear like how they did when they were alive. They still say 'oh my god!' and a weird mix of slang that is a weird hangover from what they said when they were alive and what is currently popular. Regardless of the revelation of the true nature of heaven and hell and divinity. Some people like Cherri make jokes like 'when your double dead' acknowledging their reality but most of the swearing remains a product of colloquialism. Which is very realistic bc as a pagan I mostly curse and swear in terms of 'oh my God' and 'what the actual hell' and other things that don't necessarily line up with my beliefs because from a linguistic standpoint that is what gets my point across the best. The way people talk is very much a product of social circles rather than realism and literalness.
And then there is Lucifer, who is a bonafide Archangel, who swears like he was raised by conservative Catholics (which I mean... You know.) he doesn't really draw attention to God being his dad (not that I don't enjoy those jokes in fics or it won't happen when he has a bigger screentime ratio), but he says stuff like 'by god, Charlie!' and 'what in the unholy hell!?' that realistically make absolute 0 sense for him in a literal sense, but is so reflective of his obvious urge to just adopt colloquialisms and slang to try and fit in and adapt (see: I am going to fuck you!). He is not actually swearing by God, he is saying it for comedic and dramatic effect and because that's how the Sinners These Days talk and he thinks it sounds snazzy. It fills me with so much joy.
Adam swears like a Fratboy because the entire Fratboy person is based on tying to get people to perceive you as a Cool Dudebro for Clout. Charlie swears like a sinner because that's who she spends time with. So on and so forth.
Anyway 1000/10 amazing writing.
#hazbin hotel#eljin talks#a rambling linguistic anaylsis of something definitively silly#language is just neat guys#to be fair some of this might secretly be the profuct of Amazon censorship notnlettingnthem use fun Satan swears#like how they use accurate sigils in helluva but for some reason luci is just using a pentagram consistently and we have st peters crosses#tbh i legit did not even notice this until i was trying to write dialog for luci#i was trying so hard go avoid him using human swears#but then the show must go on came on shuffle and i was slapped in the face by him belting 'BUT BY GOD CHARLIE!' and was like wait#then i went back and paid attention and was absolutly delighted
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A Little Bit Rusty [ part 3 ]
Monstertober 2024 - day 25 [ Oviposition ] by /@ozzgin
[ m!monster x fem!reader ]
a/n: let's restart the monstertober, shall we? this is part 3, and here you can read [ part 1 ] and [ part 2 ] content: egg insertion, creampie, breeding, belly bulge, praising, pregnancy (?)
Ever since that little tryst inside the closet, your little 'situationship' stagnated. Not that you wanted that. But your mentor has been sending you some weird signals. The fact that he is a monster didn't help at all. He could definitely blush and strong emotions were recognizable on his scaly skin. But some subtle feelings like amusement, irritation, content very hard to catch. He truly seems interested in you, watching you often and eyeing you with his pupils dilated. You swear you even saw him lick his lips seductively (or was he just hungry?).
On the other hand, he has avoided staying alone in a room with you. As long as topics were professional, you could communicate, but as soon as you would try to talk about something private, he would blush and excuse himself to some 'very important business'. Bull shite.
Very soon you completely lost your patience, so one day, you wait the end of your shift and corner him. "I like you!" you almost shout as you bang your hand at the wall next to his head. He seems quite terrified. Maybe this wasn't the right approach? "Sorry, but yes, I do. And I think you like me? In any case, I would like to talk about us."
He is silent for a while, staring at your face in, what seems like disbelief or shock. "Lets go to my office, then."
As a perfect gentleman he is, he lets you enter first and closes the door behind you. You have only enough time to gasp before he pushes you against his desk and lifts you on the wooden surface. He kisses your neck, scraping his teeth against your skin while his bony hands knead your thighs. "I apologize," he growls. "I didn't want to be pushy. I thought you needed time to think... But I was thinking about you all the time... Imagining us again and again, over and over..."
"You..." Your breath hitches once his hand glides down your skirt and into your panties. "You said we're done thinking. I thought you truly meant that."
He takes a step back, stopping the kissing. "Shit, I did say that, didn't I? But we're coworkers and you're a young human and I thought... maybe... you would change your mind."
You pull him back onto yourself and press your palm against his hard cock hidden under neatly ironed pair of pants. "I am your coworker. I'm young. I'm a human. But I'm also very into you and want to fuck your brains out over and over again."
The growl he lets out was almost frightening. He pushes you down on his desk, his teeth bared. "Nggg..." He can barely talk, his tongue getting stuck and twisting around the human language. "I want to fuck you right here but... I also want... I've been thinking..." His expression changes to a weird one. He moves away from your, apprehensively rubbing his forehead. What a sudden change of mood. "Let's go to my place... I want to ask you something...
* * *
You expected many things - a BDSM dungeon, a collection of dildoes, costumes, maybe even another monster partner- but you didn't expect three eggs.
"Ever since that night, I've been thinking about you and how incredible you are. I would be so honored if you would carry them for me for three months. I never wanted an artificial uterus." He finally notices your flabbergasted expression. "What? I'm sorry, are you okay?"
It takes a glass of water, a glass of wine and a cookie to recover you. You two have a long chat and eventually reach an understanding. His species has had very short period of dating or courtship in general. Also, there are barely any members of his hybrid species left (and most of them are his relatives), so he had to go artificial even though he didn't want to. And then he met you and well... his breeding urges got a hold of him.
"I'm so so so sorry for overwhelming you. I've never dated a human and just... in the movies, it all happens so fast so I thought it was normal for you too."
All you can do is start laughing. Movies? This silly hybrid really doesn't have a clue about anything. Still, the idea sounds... good. Interesting, at least. Why not, after all?
You take his scaly hand in yours and guide it to your excited core. "Let's do this. YOLO, right?" You haven't nervously laughed like this since high school.
The shock on his face melts into gratefulness before sharpening his features into a very primal lust. He grabs your blouse and there is clear intent to rip it apart, but the polite part of him tames the wild side and he simply clumsily unbuttons it. You truly appreciate his affection and self control... at the moment.
"I need to prepare you," he says, smirking. His work suit is still on him but you're stark naked. Why do you suddenly feel so much hotter and exposed? And thrilled? He gently places you on a plush little armchair that reminds you of a bean bag, and spreads your legs. "First, lubrication," he explains and dives into your cunt.
His tongue is rough and bumpy, and it's too much for you at first. But his patient licks and flicks soon became a delightful sensation. He can't suck your clit, but he rubs it with his snout. He says he never dated human? Well, he probably watched porn and read some manuals because very quickly you're on verge of an orgasm.
"I'm sorry, doll, but I'll stop now. You are ready to cum - and fuck I want you to so much - but your orgasm will help eggs slide in, trust me."
You're panting and nodding, silently screaming to do whatever he wants quickly and give you the climax you need. He places the egg against your entrance and starts licking your clit again all while pushing the egg in and out. The slight stretching of the smooth eggshell and his rough tongue torturing your clit is completely different but so good.
"Such a good girl," he whispers, his burning eyes looking at your just above your pubes. "You're going to be so full of my eggs. You will carry my offspring for me."
The need builds up in you firing up your nerves with every lick and every stretch until you burst and scream. "Perfect," is all you hear him say as he pushes the first egg inside you.
"Oh my gah..." The egg slides inside your vagina, guided by your spasming muscles, until it nests against your warm womb. "So gah-good," you pant, shaking, and your mentor lovingly caresses your sweaty cheek.
"I'm so glad," he says. "There is more."
The second orgasm comes faster and the second egg slides easily too. "More," you pant still shaking. "This is so good. I feel them inside me. They feel so good."
Your mentor stands up and unbuttons his pants. You notice he's trembling too. "You're so beautiful like that. I can see them inside your stomach, all the beautiful curves. And they are mine. Fuck. I have to have you. I have to fill you."
He kneels in front of you and bites your nipple. His hard cock is rubbing against your anus, needy to enter a hole - any hole! - twitching impatiently. His cock glides against your moist cunt while he grunts into your chest. The next low moan is followed with his thrusting inside your core. Slow but intense. He is constantly cursing under his breath, groaning and grunting as he pounds your pussy. The pleasure erupts inside you and you gush around his cock, and he quickly pulls out. The last egg is inside you.
"Finally. Now I can fuck you all I want." He pushes your legs down with his shoulders and returns to your aching and pulsating hole fucking you and filling you with his seed until you're both exhausted. Before nesting behind you and holding you, he cleans you up and covers you with a blanket.
* * *
Things are a lot less awkward at work, in a way, even though you two can barely control yourselves. Sometimes you end up in storage rooms or offices, too impatient to wait for free time to properly fuck and cuddle. Your 'co-partner' is doting but also surprisingly virile - you have a lot of sleepless nights. You knew there was a proper shiny specimen hiding underneath all that rust.
You happily pat your belly and feel around the eggs. What will you do afterwards - who knows? You work in a museum and helping an extinct species come to life again is something any anthropologist dreams about. Future is just as exciting as the past.
#monster#monster lover#monster fucker#monster fuqqer#monster boyfriend#monster romance#monster imagine#monster smut#monster fudger#monster love#monster x you#monster x reader#monster x female#monster x human#monster x fem!reader#terat0philliac#teratophillia#tentacle kink#terato#ovi kink#exophelia#ski.doc#slightlyknotinsane
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Metroplex? đĽş
Big baby needs love.
He does
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I Can Feel You Pt 13
Metroplex x Reader
⢠âI donât know why I bother, no one ever listens,â Ratchet says, startling you awake from where youâd been drowsing after losing Metroplex again and you flush. Because he had told you to stay away from the drone and youâd spent the night in its lap. âOther Cybertronians donât listen, why would a human.â Sitting up in the droneâs lap still cocooned in your blanket, you guiltily avoid looking at Ratchet as he wanders around the medbay making a lot more noise than is probably necessary. Clearly annoyed with you, so itâs a surprise when he drops an MRE at your feet and then stomps off.
⢠Drifting, he dreams of you. The way youâd felt in his arms, the warmth of you and the way you fit against him. Hates putting that worry on you, to ask for even more than youâve already given him. But youâre all he has, the only one whoâs bothered to even try to reach out to him. Itâs getting easier to keep a thought hooked in the drone. Hearing through it as he gathers his strength. Can hear you talking to Ratchet, trying to convince him to go with you down into his interior.
⢠Looking up at Rachet as the medic grimaces, you wish Metroplex would wake up again. Explain it to Ratchet, because youâre just a human. They donât take you seriously and you know it. Usually donât really mind even though it makes you so lonely, but right now? You need his help. Metroplex needs his help. âWeâve explored down there, but havenât been able to find anything to explain whatâs wrong,â he says, freezing as the drone curls an arm around you, servos splayed against your hip. Under you, the drone slowly moves, lurching upright and dragging you with it, your legs dangling. âIs that Metroplex?â Ratchet asks and you wordlessly shake your head, not knowing how you know, only that you do.
⢠Exhausted, he sinks into his dreams of you, losing connection with the drone. In his dreams, youâre back in that hidden, guarded space. Can feel your warm, bare feet on his interior as you tip your face up toward his spark, letting that light play over you and illuminate you until you donât seem half real. Unfurling the protective petals of that node in invitation to connect again. Tendrils uncoiling to snare you as soon as you touch him, he sees your arm lift, soft fingers hovering over him. And then his plating under your feet caves in with a wrenching pain, pulled apart by that yawning wound inside him. That ruined space bridge arcing with malevolent light as you fall with a soundless cry and thereâs nothing he can do.
⢠Dangling as Ratchet tries to pry its arm loose, the medic swears as the drone takes an uncertain step, then another. Dragging him with it as it strides out of Medbay and you see the ground shift, opening to reveal a path like it had in your home that night Metroplex had led you to him. âI told you not to mess with it,â Ratchet snarls as you struggle to wriggle loose. Itâs not hurting you, but you canât get free either. But itâs taking you underground. To Metroplex and you stop fighting. âItâs okay,â you whisper, not at all sure. âItâs taking us to the problem.â That has to be it. Glaring, Ratchet strides alongside the drone as it carries you down into the darkness.
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Hard to learn the workings of
This lonesome charade
I'm filled with hesitation
Staring down the tide
It pulls you apart
It stabs in the dark
It carries away
I'm starting to see
The problem with me
Is everything
I can't wait to find you, I really hate that I'm alone
I got a flurry of words
But I got nothing to say
And why does everything
Always end this way?
If I asked you to let me go
Would you hold on, would you hold on?
I try hard to let go but the pull is too great
Consumed with the promise
Of one last chance
Are you holding on?
Cause I'm still holding on
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Drider Mahito please mama I am begging on my hands and knees
The spider crawls forward, humming and tilting his head as he examines a few spots of his surroundings. A small bush here, a skittering critter over there, and of course a terrified bounding deer thatâs trying to avoid the fate of the current one dangling and bleeding in the creature's mouth.Â
Heâs so excited,the electricity thrumming over his skin. He wants to catch as many meals as he can, heâs sure if he catches the most then things will go just as planned!Â
Mahito was positive that all he needed to do was show he could hunt, gather, and track to be able to win your heart. Heâs kept an eye on you for about a month now, watched you celebrate a holiday here and there, and was just in awe. Youâre so intriguing. Most humans have boring and too bland of a life for him to care for, but youâŚYou have a way about you. The way you carry yourself, the way you stand up to people despite their rank in your nest, the way you favor one thing yet despise another.Â
He wonders if youâre the kind to appreciate the beauties of eating one's family members. He could scoop up that pesky relative who questions too much, you seem to have an ire of sorts towards them.Â
Ah, maybe as a first courting sort of gift. For now he has to at least get his feet in the door!Â
Maybe youâd like that street cat as well? You cuddle the other ones thoughâŚmmmâŚNo, best to leave it be. You humans have weird ways to show some creatures affection, and others horror and disdain.Â
Though, he supposes that's every creature.Â
Trudging around in the trees, he hums a small tune and waves to the other Driders and Nagas, finding their meals and their bones to chew on. Some wave with a smile, others move on with their eyes down or a soured look on their faces.Â
Theyâre smart. They see the markings that Mahito bears and know to stay a good distance. He has a reputation for mauling and using his venom just because some dare to look him in the eye. But that doesn't mean heâs a monster! What? He canât have fun and play around?!Â
A crackle of leaves and twins makes everyone alert, and a wide, almost manic smile grows on Mahitos face. It's you! That scent, that heart beat, the heat he can see on your flesh-Itâs you! Oh he can't wait! He canât wait!Â
He scurries forward, blood and meat dripping down his chin and chest as he hurries toward you, pupils wide and wild as he manages to pinpoint exactly where you are. Ah! Now that heâs this close, heâs suddenly nervous!Â
But you look so pretty, so delicate, so easy to break and eat and devour if you were more of his preyâŚ.
Thankfully youâre his mate! Or, well, you will be! See, he isnât keen on being told no to something he desperately wants. Be it food, territory, or a way to be with you every single day for the rest of his life.Â
Youâll accept, youâll come home with him, learn his name and learn to stay inside at all times when he isnât beside you. Youâll kiss and laugh and youâll tell him how much you love him, how heâs such a good boy for you, how heâs such a hard working hunter who deserves your attention and love and-Â
Heâs so lost in his excitement he doesn't hear the horrified screams you make as he drops the raw meat and bones at your feet. He just grins, a large tongue coming to swipe at his blood stained teeth as he waits like a dog for your answer and your praise. Surely you see how hard heâs worked on this right?!Â
OhâŚyouâreâŚscurrying away again?Â
Well thatâs rather ungrateful donât you think?Â
After everything heâs done?Â
His expression sours, but he doesnât let you get away as he easily gets ahead of you, lifting you up with ease as you dangle in his grasp, begging for your life and terrified of the creature holding your life in his hands, literally.Â
âInsolent little wretch. I swear. I did all of this and youâre just going to turn away?!â he hisses, teeth coming close to nipping your skin as you feel your heart seize in your chest. Your voice, quivering and weak, speaks out as he dangles you higher, wanting to see the fear in your eyes for denying him your courtship.Â
âPlease donât kill meâ. What? What the fuck are you talking about?! Why would you assume-
It clicks. You see him as a predator on the hunt rather than a mate to be loved by. Huh. How did you ever come to that conclusion? Itâs like you think heâd eat your bone marrow or something!Â
Then thereâs a simple solution to this! He just holds you in his hand, tight and firm, carrying you and your wriggling body away to the dark edges of his territory as he explains how heâll prove himself.Â
Itâs easy! You just have to let him show you how much he wants you! Well, it's more of a need at this point. He went feral just thinking of you with some other mate, human or not. And if those Naga's want their tails intact theyâll know to keep their distance.
-Mommabean (I hope you enjoyed!)
#yandere drider#yandere Mahito#yandere jjk#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere exophilia#yandere x reader#yandere male#Mommabean
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hi :'D man your writing of tragedy makes me want to cry and i love it
the first one i read from your works is zhongli losing y/n his mate because he wasnt there when a god wrecked havoc, so i got an idea.
neuvi's old old, and focalors invited him to be the iudex of fontaine right? during his early days in fontaine he struggled so much with interacting with humans. what if, he meets a human (y/n) who doesnt care that their new iudex had come from nowhere, and completely aids neuvi with communicating with humans and they form such a close bond that he doesnt understand, but right as he decides to go for it and ask yn he receives news of a new case ; yn's murder :D
i swear i did not mean for this ask to be long i am so sorry đ
Humans can be cruel ang cunning creatures. If not then crimes and wars would have never happened. They are beings who are capable of hurting each other for the sake of their own gain. They would not hesitate to use each other and kill each other.
That is the human on Neuvillette, the new iudex of Fontaine. He does not even know why he accepted such invitation. In the first place, his hesrt was distant from the people. His imagine of them was quite... bad. Maybe that was just his discrimination, but the more he get to stand on trial, then more distorted his imagine of mortals become.
And then he met you. You who was a human, but different from the humans that the knew. You were just... different. You do not look at him with fear nor do you look at him with indifference. The way you act around him, you just act like yourself.
He met you in a rainy day, a rainy day after a trial. He was walking unbothered under the rain, when a figure with umbrella started walking towards him. "Ah- Ah! Mister-!" At first, he ignore it despite the softness of the voice whom was talking to him. "Wait-!" He was avoiding people as good as he can. He saw no good in interacting with them.
"Hey!" He was getting pissed to be honest, the rain was getting heavier and once in a while a thunder could be heard. He was ready to brush the person off when suddenly, the rain stopped. There was an umbrella over his head. "Are you crazy! At this rate you're going to get sick!" What? Neuvillette was stunned, letting himself get dragged by this mortal who does not seem to recognise him or did they? "Iudex or not, what are you thinking walking under the pouring rain? Here! Take this umbrella!" After going under some shade, he watch you left him out much thought, he was holding your umbrella as you only have your hands protecting you from the rain.
You are weird. Weird in a good way that does not make sense. Maybe it was a coincidence, but after thatm he kept bumping into you. In his walk in his way into the court and when he was coming back from the court. In the path he talk, you were always there talking to him even though he does not reply. Still, it was strange how with you, he felt comfort.
"It's raining again, and here you are walking under the rain. Seriously, what's with you?" ... "Rather than that, what's with you?" "Me? What's wrong with me?" "You're different from other." "What makes me different from them?" He did not answer after that, for he too does not know what to say. How weird.
You were pretty close to him. He does not know how, but many all those walk together with you was working. In the end, he found himself completely relax and comfortable around you. "Now that I think about it. I'm your only friend, no?" ... "gasp! For real?" "Humans... I found them rather hard to communicate with." After all those trials, he does not know what to think about humans anymore. That is why he found you weird. "Why? Why is that?!" You pout. "Well..." He stopped walking and ponder for a while. "Maybe it's because I have seen mostly the dark side of humans that I cannot seem to know what to think and say to them." He replied after a little while. "Hey! That's totally unfair! If you try hard enough to know more about us there is more than the dark side there is to see!" "Hmmm. I doubt..." "No! Seriously, you jut have to open up your heart to the people and you will see the goodness in their heart." You laugh. To be honest, he does know that. After all, there was no other ways he could describe you but a good person and perhaps, maybe even more than that. But to open his heart to the people other than you... "Right... I'll think about it."
Neuvillette always find it difficult to interact with people. Most of the time he had this instinct to stay away from them. Maybe it has something to do with their origins, he was a high being after all and humans. Humans are just... humans. Nevertheless from the moment he have met you, he knew he was doomed. Doomed to understand humans. From the moment he get to know more of you, the more he mindset starts to change. Maybe... maybe humans are not as bad a he thought them to be.
"Are you okay?" The cafe was not crowded. It was almost midnight when the two of you decided to go into one. "Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" You asked with a smile on your face. Nevertheless Neuvillette did not fail to notice the way your eyes quickly scan the surroundings, the way you seemed to be anxiously playing with your fingers. But then, you are looking at him dead in the eyes telling him you are fine. Maybe it was nothing. "It's getting dark, shall we go?"
That night, Neuvillette decided to give it a try. Maybe just as you said, humans are not bad as he thought they would be. Maybe just like you said, all he need to do is to open his heart to the people and see things in a different perspective. Thinking about it makes his lips curl up, thinking how joyful you would be if he were to tell you that in person. But.
Humans can be cruel ang cunning creatures. If not then crimes and wars would have never happened. They are beings who are capable of hurting each other for the sake of their own gain. They would not hesitate to use each other and kill each other.
"What is this?" His hands were shaking. "Earlier a citizen named (First name) (Lastname) was found mur-?! Monsieur?! Where-" He rush out the room. He run and run and run until he was under the heavy rain. Hands still clenching the piece of goddamn paper with such gruesome, unbelievable concent. No, he would not believe it. He could not believe it. You were just walking with him earlier this day, your smile as too real for it to be unreal. He had just seen you earlier so why? Why are you there sitting in your own pool of blood soaked under the rain?
He could not even approach you, he just watch there along with the other people watching the crime scene get cleaned up like it was nothing. People were looking at you with interest like yu were some kind of entertainment after all. It was the very first case of murder in Fontaine.
Neuvillette could hear nothing under the rain, he just stood there under the same spot even after tour body was taken away. Countless thoughts running in his head. Why? Why does it have to be you? Why do humans never change? Why does t has to be you? Why? Just fucking why you? You asked Neuvillette to give humans a chance. But how could he do that now that he knew humans were the very same being that took you away from him?
Neuvillette did not cry but he just stand there, eyes bloodshot as his lips leak blood from bitting so hard, hands curl into a fist. He was mad, so mad that he wanted to end things right now. He was starting to blame everyone, the world for taking away the only good thing that ever happened to him. In his eyes were those full of hatred and is ready to explode. He would never forgive-
Neuvillette felt a weak thug on his pants, for a moment, he looked down. The first thing he noticed was the blood stained water right in front of him before the child that was holding on into him. "Ha-hydro dragon. Do-don't cry." The child sniff, tears rolling down his cheeks upon saying so.
Neuvillette does not like humans. They are a cruel and cunning being who took away the love of his life before he could even realise it was love. At the same time, these humans were the being that his love one loves very much. "Don't worry." He slowly reach out and pat the little boy's head and magically, he was suddenly dried despite the pouring rain. "The hydro dragon doesn't cry." Just like that, the rain that seemed to be drowning in sadness stopped.
[âdark-night-hero] 2024°
: I think I fucked up. Na bobo ata ako sa sunod sunod na quiz at exam kanina HAHAHA IT'S SO HOT IN THE PH HUHU
: No but seriously I think I fucked up making this asked. HAHAHAHHA did I do it right? Imma delete this na lang charot.
#dark night hero#genshin impact#genshin imagines#genshin#ask#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact fanfic#genshin impact angst#neuvillette angst#neuvillete x reader#neuvillette x reader#neuvillette#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact neuvillette#genshin angst#genshin x y/n#genshin x you
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oi, matt! can i get a macchiato? mayhaps over ice if thatâs what the barista has to offer todayâŚ.
matt x assistant!reader at nelson and murdock is one of my favourite flavours ever. i just neeeeed your take on it.
you know I had to kick off the celebration with this slut (works for you or matty) <3 also just so you know I could've kept going with this forever but tumblr told me to shut up bc apparently there's a word limit on answering asks but you get the picture ;)
as a reminder, over ice means it's spicy ! (minors dni)
headcannon below the cut
matt murdock is an hr nightmare
when foggy mentions that nelson & murdock could desperately use an assistant since karen is now at the bulletin, before matt even has a chance to speak, foggy is warning him to keep his dick in his pants
and when matt pulls that face (you know the one, the "she wanted to teach me" look of faux innocence) foggy reminds matt that not only is he a whore but he also has a history of being tempted by forbidden fruit (he probably fucked all the female interns at landman and zack, and then there's karen who he would've slept with if frank & elektra hadn't shown up but that's a different story for a different day)
matt does the lil "i cross my heart" thing and swears to foggy that he won't get involved with the new assistant
he also makes this promise to himself bc let's face it he's a human disaster who's life is constantly falling apart and the last thing he needs is drama that could've been avoided if he thought with the right head
but then the day of the interviews arrive and you walk in the room, and matt knows at that moment that he is completely fucked
your scent hits him first, something soft and subtle, a breath of fresh air from the stuffy office smell and the lingering assault of pungent perfume left behind by other candidates that had given him a dull headache
then it's your voice, god your voice, it's the most melodious sound he's ever heard. it's gentle but crisp, and your alluring intonation has him hanging onto your every word, especially his name that fell from your lips in greeting
touching your hand nearly does him in, bc getting to feel your smooth skin caress his rough palm makes it even worse. there's a an electric spark that tingles in his fingertips and shoots throughout the rest of his body, and he finds himself wondering if you feel it too, but then catches himself and quickly plasters on a professional appearance
it was one thing that every single thing about your existence drew him in, but the fact that you were also intelligent and well-spoken, deeply passionate and genuinely empathetic, while also quick to craft clever responses without your sharp wit coming off as ostentatious just made matt want you more
matt was uncharacteristically quiet while foggy asked most of the questions, to which you gave perfect answers, and occasionally chimed in with a few of his own just to redirect your attention where he wanted it: on him
by the end of the interview, foggy was sold on you, and so was matt, but for duplicitious reasons
matt tries so hard to keep his promise, but fuck do you make it (and him) hard. he makes a point to never be alone with you in the office. if a round at josie's is suggested, he makes sure foggy or karen will also be there. he tries to balance between being friendly while also being professional, trying to find the invisible line that crosses from innocent inquisitions to dangerous territory
he does his best not to initiate physical contact, which proves to be difficult, bc you're a hugger and always politely offering matt your arm to guide him whenever you go anywhere
you're so kind and thoughtful and treat him the exact way you treat everyone else and it makes him want to put his head through a wall bc every day that he spends with you makes this attraction worse and worse and he can't tell if it's purely physical or if it goes deeper than that
and then one day he just fucking snaps
matt has a really bad day. a lead he'd been working on for weeks ended up being a dead end, and matt had taken his frustration out on some petty thug in an alley, but it wasn't enough. he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed, late at that, to a handful of voicemails from a pissed off foggy. it had been a grueling day in court, all of his senses were overwhelmed, and he had so much pent up tension in his body that he felt stiff
he was so wrapped up in himself that when he walked through the door of the office, he didn't realize he'd broken his own rule: never be alone with you
as soon as he realizes his mistake, he heads towards his office, returning your polite greeting with a grunt of acknowledgement. he hoped that you'd leave it alone, that you'd say something like you were just about to leave, and he'd be spared from you coming closer. but you being you, noticing every little detail and having learned to read matt, could tell something was off
you just wanted to help. you always just wanted to help, and matt loved that about you, but right now, it was only making this more difficult for him bc his self restraint was deteriorating
and then you gently touched his shoulder and matt let out a groan bc he could smell what you'd done the night previously. the scent of your arousal was still embedded in your skin even though you'd washed your hands several times, and the scent of soap was almost nonexistent as matt's nose focused solely on the delectable scent of your pussy on your own fingers
he'd made himself come many times to the thought of you over the last few months, but knowing that you'd fingered yourself last night possibly to the thought of him is what broke his resolve
matt didn't need his heightened senses to know you were attracted to him, that you felt something for him too. he knew it because he knew you, and sometimes you were obvious even when you thought you were being subtle for the sake of both your friendship and your professional reputation
before either of you could process what was happening, matt was devouring your mouth in a heated kiss, your blouse was halfway unbuttoned, just enough for him to pull down the cups of your bra to leave your tits spilling into his welcoming hands. your soft whimpers echoed around the empty office as he toyed with your nipples while assaulting your neck with his teeth and tongue
in record time you were bent over his desk, skirt bunched up around your hips, panties caught around your calves, and matt was pulling down his zipper to free his fully hard cock
the immense relief he felt as he sank into you fully from behind nearly brought him to his knees. he didn't know if it was the heightened allure of having something he wasn't supposed to, or how perfectly your tight cunt enveloped his thick cock, but he quickly got lost in your warm walls like a dazzling labyrinth he never wanted to escape
you were so fucking wet that it was obscene the noises your pussy made welcoming his cock as he pounded into you over and over and over again. but his favorite sound was you chanting his name, desperately pleading for more, which he was all too happy to oblige
you took him so well, your pussy enveloping his cock in a greedy manner, not allowing him the chance to slip out despite how soaked you were. he reached as deep as your body would allow and fucked you relentlessly like a madman on a mission
his rough hands gripped your hips in a bruising manner, and he was completely lost in a fog of lust. it didn't take long for either of you to come undone and it finally clicked for matt that he wasn't the only one that had been depriving himself for the sake of not crossing a boundary when your cunt tightened around his cock before flooding him with your release
matt waited until the absolute last possible second, swiftly pulling out with a hiss as he replaced your pussy with his right hand, stroking his cock at an inhuman speed just a few times before coating your ass in ropes of his come
he collapsed in his chair, but not without wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you down with him. the sound of heavy panting filled his office, and the air was humid and drenched in the scent of sex. matt nuzzled his face into your neck, hugging your back to his chest while the two of you attempted to catch your breath
he's able to pick up on the fact that your heart is still racing not bc of the incredible spontaneous sex, but also out of anxiety about what happens next, so matt decides to break the silence first
"I uh...know this is kinda backwards but, I was wondering if I could take you to dinner?"
in conclusion, he's a fucking menace
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HAPPY DRAGON APPRECIATION DAY! Honestly, this is 100% a joke. But in a still sort of serious way. I wrote this literally today between work things and hockey things and life things, but I needed to post it today so it isn't edited and honestly it is very rushed. But it's fun! It's meant to be silly and goofy! This is for the girl with the dragon au herself, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation . Eddie would do everything in his power to fuck a dragon, especially if it's Steve, and I think you will agree with me on that. I hope this makes you laugh a little bit đ - Mickala
rated m | 2786 words | cw: implied sexual content, kinda sorta implied monsterfucking ? | tags: dragon steve harrington, crack fic not treated that seriously, friends to lovers, getting together, first kiss, eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington
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Steve doesnât feel right. He doesnât know what it is, but itâs not the flu or a cold. If itâs something serious, heâs gonna pretend itâs not. If itâs something Upside Down related, heâs probably gonna die, so it is what it is.
He just feels so warm on the inside, almost feverish, but his skin is fine. A little dry, maybe. Kinda cracked like itâs the middle of winter and he ran out of lotion. And he swears that heâs grown an inch. Maybe more. His pants are hitting above his ankle where they used to be just below.
Maybe itâs just heartburn. He did eat that taco with extra hot sauce last night, and bodies are weird or whatever.
Heâs at work when his back starts hurting. Heâs used to some pain in his muscles and bones, especially after the last bout with the Upside Down. Heâs got chronic pain according to doctors, but itâs really not that bad unless he sleeps wrong or stands for too long on hard flooring or it rains or-
Well, itâs pretty bad a lot, actually, but this is different.
His legs start to cramp during his break, and he decides maybe it is the flu. His shift doesnât end for another three hours, but heâs not sure he can make it that long on his feet.
He says that to Keith, who somehow managed to get a supervisor position at Melvaldâs after everything despite not showing any effort in actually working. He rolls his eyes and complains about Steve trying to get out of working, says heâs never gonna become a team lead if he keeps avoiding finishing a shift.
Nevermind the fact that Steve has rarely ever left a shift early, even when he couldnât see straight from a migraine or walk from his knee joints rubbing together until he was sure they would start a fire.
But he leaves, and he feels exhausted the moment he gets in his car, and he wonders how heâs going to get home.
The burning in his chest gets worse as he drives. His vision goes blurry and then suddenly extremely clear. He can see everything. Thereâs water droplets on the car in front of him, but it hasnât rained. Thatâs weird.
Almost as weird as being able to see water droplets from his own car when he could barely read the license plate on the car for the first few miles that he was behind them.
He parks in his driveway and gets out of his car. The world spins a little.
He gets inside his house and collapses on his couch.
Everything goes black.
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âOkay. So we just arenât gonna call anyone else about this?â Robinâs voice breaks through Steveâs consciousness, and he blinks his eyes open. âNo one else should know about Steve no longer being human?â
Steve finds that to be a concerning statement.
âIâm not sure what anyone else is gonna be able to do about his current situation!â Eddie whisper-yells.
Steve opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a weird growl.
And then everything else hits him.
He is much larger than when he passed out. He looks down and realizes the concerning words Robin spoke are even more concerning than he originally thought.
He growls again, louder.
âOkay, Steve? Stay calm. You appear to be a dragon. But like, thatâs kinda par for the course! Like, Iâm sure itâs temporary!â Robin is rambling and she is loud and the room is so bright. Heâs not even sure how he still fits in the room.
âI just think if we called Hopper, he could at least figure out who needs to know!â Eddie ignores Steveâs growling.
Apparently, he canât fucking speak, and heâs a dragon. So thatâs cool, and heâs so glad he left work early so he didnât have to explain becoming a flying fantasy creature to Keith or a random shopper. That would be quite a conversation.
âThis is so bad. He canât talk!â Robin ignores Eddieâs suggestion, which isnât a bad one at all in Steveâs opinion. Eddieâs actually very logical and smart most of the time. Turns out when heâs not being wrongfully hunted by the cops, heâs a pretty chill dude. âSteve, can you write?â
Steve blinks and he feels something burning in his chest.
âOf course he canât write!â Eddie exclaims. âHe has claws!â
Steve tilts his head down and realizes Eddieâs right. He doesnât have hands. Heâs got claws. Sharp ones.
He makes a noise that sounds closer to a whimper than a growl, and the room goes quiet.
âAre you in pain?â Robin asks.
Steve looks at her concerned eyes, her bitten-red lips, her anxiously wringing hands. Sheâs gotta calm down before she has a full-blown panic attack.
He shakes his head once before leaning forward to gently nudge her hands with his nose.
God, this is weird.
âThis is so fucking weird,â Eddie says under his breath. Steveâs pretty sure he wouldnât have heard it if he were human.
Steve tilts his head so his nose nudges against Eddieâs cheek.
Eddie lets out a strangled laugh before he reaches a hand up to touch Steveâs neck.
âThis is unreal.â
Steve finally recognizes the burning feeling as fire. Heâs a dragon. Heâs gonna breathe fire. This is so fucking strange.
He pushes up and somehow manages to turn his body until heâs facing the window. He wonât be able to open it without breaking it, so he hopes Robin or Eddie figure out his intentions. Heâd really like to not burn his house down.
Eddie seems to catch on quickly, rushing to make room between Steveâs face and the window. He unlocks it and throws it open, hurrying away from Steveâs mouth.
Fire pours from him for nearly ten whole seconds.
âJesus Christ,â Eddie says when heâs done. âDoes that hurt?â
Steve shakes his head again. If anything, it relieves him of that burning sensation thatâs been in his chest all day. He feels lighter.
Heâs still a dragon, though.
Thatâs a pretty big issue.
âOkay. Alright. We call Hopper. We swear him to secrecy. If the kids find out-â
âDustin can never know about this. Heâll be insufferable during campaigns,â Eddie says, one hand caressing Steveâs scaly skin. It feels nice, soothing. Human Steve hasnât had a caring touch in a while, so it might feel even better than usual. âBut what if they find out anyway? What if he stays like this forever?â
Great question. Steve definitely wants to know the answer to that.
âWell, dragon and human marriage isnât technically illegal, so I guess youâll have your happily ever after,â Robin says.
Steveâs head swivels and he hears a crash.
Eddieâs hand is no longer touching him and thatâs a shame because it felt really nice and itâs a pretty good distraction from the fact that heâs a very large dragon.
âWhat the fuck, Buckley.â
âGod! I ramble when Iâm nervous!â Robin is apologizing and Steve is wishing more than ever that he could talk. He needs to understand what the hell she means. âIâm gonna go call Hopper before I say something I shouldnât.â
Eddieâs pacing the floor in the very small space that exists around Steveâs body.
Actually, he decides now is as good a time as any to take a look at whatâs going on. He can feel how big he is, but it doesnât really register until he turns his head to see the wide expanse of his body. He doesnât see wings, which is bullshit. If he has to be a dragon, he should get wings, right? Eddie always draws them with wings. His tail is spiked, but not nearly as long as he expected it to be.
Damn, is he a disappointing dragon?
âDude, I dunno what she was talking about with the marriage thing. Sorry if that made something weird.â Eddie is rambling now and Steve is focusing back on him instead of the way his chest and belly seem to be much more durable than the rest of his skin. Thereâs a lot to unpack with this development. âIâm not into dragons. Iâm into normal dudes and women with blue hair. Probably also dudes with blue hair. But, normal dudes do it for me. Like you usually are my top pick. Oh fuck.â
Steve huffs what should be an amused laugh, but ends up just being a half-snort.
âI mean not that you arenât kind of hot like this!â Eddie rushes to say. âIf dragons were hot, you would be the hottest dragon around. In fact, thereâs a voice in my brain thatâs very curious about how this would work likeâŚsexually. But obviously that canât happen. It wonât happen! Iâm sorry. Iâm shutting up. Maybe even leaving.â
Steveâs mind is reeling. Heâs even more frustrated that he canât speak now that Eddieâs clearly talking himself into a hole he might not be able to climb back out of.
He didnât even realize he was Eddieâs type. He didnât even know Eddie was his type until a few weeks ago! And now he canât do anything about it because heâs a dragon.
He huffs again, but this time in frustration.
âHopâs on his way!â Robin yells as she walks back into the room. With both of them and Steve taking up almost the entire room, Steve notices how hot itâs getting.
âOne of us should probably tell Nancy. Sheâs gonna want to know about this,â Eddie suggests. âAnd she likes you way more so it should probably be you.â
âIâm not leaving Steve right now. Heâs in the middle of the biggest crisis of his life.â
Steve grunts. This is surprisingly not the biggest crisis of his life. Top three, maybe.
He nudges Robin towards the door with his nose. Her panic is too much for him right now, and Eddieâs is a different panic. He can handle Eddie.
âYou want me to go?â Robin clarifies.
Steve nods his head once. More than once is a chore. His head is so heavy.
âFine, but Iâm coming right back after. Iâm not letting you be a dragon alone,â Robin says before rushing out the door.
Steve looks over at Eddie and feels his whole body shiver.
What the hell is that about?
âAre you hungryâŚor thirstyâŚor anything else?â Eddie asks awkwardly.
Steveâs good. He doesnât feel any pain for the first time in a long time. He isnât hungry or thirsty. He shivers again.
âAre you cold?â Eddie must notice, stepping so close that all Steve can smell is whatever cologne Eddie wore today and his leather jacket. âI can shut the window.â
Steve leans his head down, nudges his nose against Eddieâs neck.
He jumps.
âCold,â he breathes out. âAre you okay?â
Steve wants to tell him yes. Heâs inconvenienced, but heâs okay.
He nods once.
âI can wait outside?â Eddie offers.
Steve shakes his head. He shivers.
Eddieâs eyes widen. âUh. I think maybe you need to be outside.â
Eddie walks to his shoulder, touches just past what would normally be his shoulder blade.
Itâs almost too much when Eddieâs fingers brush against the leathery skin there. Steve lets out a rumbling noise, something between a growl and a moan. He isnât sure if dragons can moan, but he assumes they can be turned on, and Eddieâs touch seems to be doing that.
âYou have wings,â Eddieâs voice is awed. âI donât even know how to get you out the door. God, what if youâre stuck in here? Like a caged bird. Iâll break a wall or something. Wayne could patch up something for you. But the neighborsâŚâ
Steve feels it more definitely now: wings trying desperately to spread behind him.
He probably should be outside. He canât be right now, not here, but they have to figure that out if he doesnât change back soon.
âOkay. Itâll be late enough in the next hour, we could probably get the sliding glass doors out of the way and maybe you could-â Steve cuts him off with a nudge to his neck. âI wish you could tell me what youâre thinking.â
Steve wishes that, too. Heâs not sure how heâs gonna get out of this predicament without explaining what he does know, and he canât do that if he canât talk.
Eddie rests his head against Steveâs shoulder, and it canât be comfortable, but he stays there as he fills the silence. Sometimes, Eddie talks too much. Right now, Steveâs glad he has things to say.
â...And Wayne insisted I tell you, but he doesnât understand that youâre not into guys. He keeps saying you probably just never considered it an option, but thatâs probably not true. I mean, you and Tommy were close and it seems like maybe if you were gonna be into dudes, heâd be your type.â
Steve huffs and Eddie laughs.
âOkay, okay. So he wouldnât be your type. Tom Cruise?â
Steve knocks his jaw against the top of Eddieâs head. Heâs gentle because he already recognizes the damage he could do if he wasnât.
âKnew it,â Eddie sighs. âI have about as much in common with Tom Cruise as Wayne does.â
Itâs quiet for a minute. Steve wishes he could say something, tell Eddie that he does think Tom Cruise is hot, but he finds Eddie beautiful, and that difference is important. He wishes he could tell Eddie that he doesnât find Tom Cruise interesting, doesnât think he would enjoy listening to him talk about campaigns and music and whatever random fact he read in a book.
Eddieâs head turns, and his mouth is brushing against Steveâs scales. He canât believe he has scales.
And then he doesnât.
He feels lightheaded, the room goes black, and when he opens his eyes again, heâs on the floor with his head propped in Eddieâs lap.
His human head.
Attached to his human body.
âSteve? Jesus Christ. Are you okay?â Eddieâs too loud.
Steve raises his hand and pats Eddieâs cheek, smiling up at him. âCanât believe you would fuck me as a dragon.â
Eddie cackles. Thereâs no other word for the hysterical laughter he canât seem to control from bursting out of him.
âI would fuck you as anything, I think,â he says when he finally calms down. He isnât looking away from Steve and Steve isnât looking away from him.
Heâs suddenly exhausted, and heâs sure that whatever his body just went through is going to take some major recovery. Steve closes his eyes and holds Eddieâs hand against his chest.
âTell Hop I started feeling warm inside and then grew and became a dragon,â he mumbles, yawns, smacks his lips together as he settles more in Eddieâs lap. âMight happen again.â
âRight. Should I take you to the hospital?â Eddie sounds far away now.
âNope.â
Eddie leans down to kiss his forehead, brushes the hair from Steveâs face. âYou scared the shit out of me.â
âIâm fine,â Steve blinks his eyes open, uses every ounce of energy he has left to do it. âAm I a normal dude?â
Eddieâs forehead crinkles. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou said you were into normal dudes. Is that me?â
Eddie tenses under him.
âYouâre a normal dude, yeah.â
âSo youâre into me?â Steve closes his eyes again. âEnough to kiss me?â
âI cannot believe this is happening. This night has to be a dream. Or someone finally got their hands on me and killed me.â
âI like dudes who like dragons,â Steve says, smiling lazily as he curls up his body to fight off the cold. He realizes heâs naked, and should probably cover up before Hopper gets here, but he doesnât want to move. âAnd dudes who play guitar and ramble when theyâre nervous.â
âOh,â Eddie gasps. âSoâŚyou like me?â
âKiss me before I change my mind.â
Steveâs too tired to put much into the kiss, but Eddie leads, and itâs perfect. Thereâs not much he can do about his dick getting hard when Eddie deepens the kiss and runs his hands down his sides. Heâs exhausted, but his dick isnât.
Eddie manages to get them to the couch, and Steve manages not to fall asleep until after Eddieâs gotten him off. The mess can wait, but Eddie throws a blanket over them when he hears a car door slam and boots walking up to the door.
âDid you get high or was Steve really a dragon?â Hopper asks as Steve loses his battle with the exhaustion.
Hopefully he wakes up human, but he thinks even if he doesnât, Eddie will still be into him.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#robin buckley#dragon steve harrington#friends to lovers#getting together#eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington#there is genuinely no explanation in this fic for why this happens#like none at all#you just have to be okay with that sorry
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Garp Rant #11543
Because I'm something of a Certified Garp Hater/extremely obsessed with this man, and because Tumblr people seem to like my Garp takes and/or find them extremely pain-inducing, here's another one for funsies! Again, Garp is an incredibly written character and I massively enjoy his moral failings and human shortcomings, hence why I won't shut up about how much he sucks. So we all remember Garp crying in front of Ace during his imprisonment and awaiting his execution, lamenting the fact that his son and grandson could have maybe avoided this horrible horrible fate that awaits them at Marineford if they'd just become good marines like he'd tried to press them into. Every time he says it, he sounds more desperate, sadder, and angrier, like he's experiencing the stages of grief and going through denial, anger bargaining all at once, lashing out at his grandkids for supposedly causing him grief by defying his wishes, or maybe praying or wishing for a world where they could have followed in his footsteps and lived happily ever after. And when Ace hears that again at Impel Down, he says this:
Here's the thing though: Ace is unequivocally correct Garp should, by all rights, know this. He lived through the fallout of Roger's execution. He knew long before that exactly what would happen to Roger's loved ones and anyone the government could get their hands on who'd ever associated with him. Even before they started committing femicides/infanticides in Baterilla trying to end Roger's bloodline, he knew that the Marines were going to target completely innocent people in the name of purging the bloodline and cementing their "victory" over the greatest threat they'd ever faced. He specifically had to smuggle Rouge out of there so she could give birth to Ace, and all the while dozens of families were being brutalized by his peers and having their lives torn apart. That was the cost the Marines were willing to incur to kill a hypothetical infant, and years later, when that very same child is set to be executed, Sengoku goes on a remorseless public tirade about the necessity of killing babies and the horrible trickery and audacity Rouge displayed by dying so that they wouldn't kill her baby too.
Garp knows every single piece of this information in painful, excruciating detail. He's so horrified by it he feels the need to fulfill this wish of Roger's because he knows blameless people will die. He has Ace raised in secret to protect him from Marines who are figuratively and literally out for his blood. And yet, throughout this boy's childhood, he clings to the notion that maybe, just maybe, the people he knows regularly commit atrocities, who have carried out at least 3 genocides that we know of in Garp's lifetime, who were willing to commit mass infanticide for a woman and child they hadn't verified the existence or identity of at the time, would have accepted him within their ranks and turned a blind eye to that information when it eventually, inevitably surfaced. That Ace can find salvation from the people who stole every loved one he ever had before he was even born, who slaughtered his mother's community and pushed her to her death, and were slavering at the opportunity to kill her. That even though Ace was born in direct opposition to them, has had a target trained on him before he was born, these people who tried so goddamn hard to kill him would surely welcome his presence and not murder him the second they found out if he could just be a compliant model soldier and make himself useful. It's hammered home pretty effectivelyâespecially in the mangaâ and One Piece has never been known to be subtle in its messaging, but I swear to God I see so many people echoing the notion that Garp's attempts to force his grandchildren into serving the Evil Empire was done because he knew was their only shot at safety from the WG, and I fucking despise this take. Ace saying that he could never be a marine here in Impel Down isn't some young man's rationalization for his (beyond valid) desire not to subscribe to the preset path Garp laid out for him; it's literally the only logical conclusion if you know literally anything about the circumstances of his birth and upbringing, and Garp only thinks that the leopards wouldn't eat Ace's face because he's fucking delusional This in and of itself is extremely telling of how horribly warped Garp's perception of the Navy is, and how deeply he's willing to buy into the Marines and their warped propaganda no matter how many glaring examples he sees throughout his life that counter his worldview, but let's not forget that this applies to Luffy too. This is slightly hairier, in that if Luffy was a) the sort of person who could willingly accept a career in the marines and b) managed to cling really, really tightly to his grandfather's coattails and legacy, there might have been a very, infinitesimally small chance that he could have joined the Navy. The higher ups know that Dragon is Garp's son and therefore Luffy is Dragon's by logical inference, but I could see some AU where Luffy is a fundamentally different person and manages to build himself up in the Navy if not for two things I think warrant examination. It's pretty evident, and Dragon explicitly confirms, that Luffy being known as his son would have put him in incredible danger, only feeling comfortable with acknowledging it and the possibility of actually reuniting with his child after Luffy was both publicly recognized due to factors beyond his control, and proved that he was more than capable of holding his own. But I want to draw attention to this one otherwise pretty silly little gag moment between Garp and Sengoku when they learn that Luffy's broken into Impel Down, and present a theory that's kind of a reach but also not really
Now the phrasing here kind of interests me, in that it ties back to earlier demonstrated patterns that the Navy uses repeatedly in collective punishment for the families and loved ones of their primary targets. Rouge and Ace barely escaped the mass murders intended for them because of their connection, but Tom was also originally sentenced to death for having had a connection to Roger, and ultimately chose that as the offence he wanted to be sentenced for at Enies Lobby. Law, as a child survivor of Flevance, has multiple hospitals try and turn him in to the World Government to be killed when Cora tries to find someone to treat him because their policy is to pull out the roots and salt the earth whenever they deem a person or population politically inconvenient. Robin's flashback shows us Akainu blowing up a refugee boat on the off chance that one of those people that they were planning to evacuate might have gotten past their initial screening for archaeologists/poneglyph readers. At Marineford, Akainu specifically targets Luffy not because of his prior offences or even his attempt to rescue Ace, but because he's Dragon's son and his and Roger's bloodlines need to be eradicated. This is not an institution that is in any way reluctant to destroy anyone tangentially affiliated to a designated enemy, and Luffy being the son of the worst criminal in history seems to put him right in line with all of those other cases. In light of this, and Garp's massive blind spots and wishful thinking regarding his peers and employers, it's not that much of a stretch to assume that the only reason Garp's exempt from being targeted like Dragon is because of his popularity/symbolic importance/utility, and that Luffy likely wouldn't have been safe even if he weren't a pirate. Garp's circle of confidantes/friends in high places is powerful, but clearly there are factions (Akainu, Ryokugyu etc) that would be substantially less willing and who are given preferential treatment by the Elders and Celestial Dragons. There might be something to read into based on the fact that Garp is the only known person from a D bloodline who's achieved massive success in service to the World Government and not defected from the Navy after realizing its true nature (props to Saul), and therefore he might project the fact that he's been rewarded by the system despite being a "sworn enemy of the Gods" onto his family, but that still doesn't account for the massive, delusional arrogance he displays in insisting that, despite everythingâespecially, especially the murders committed in pursuit of Ace, that robbed him of his birth mother and communityâthe Navy is the best and safest place for either of those boys. TLDR Garp not wanting his grandsons to have a bounties on their heads is one thing, but it says a lot that in spite of everything he knows, he's willing/determined to put Ace and Luffy in an environment that's extremely dangerous for them âand in Ace's case 100%, unquestionably fatalâ because he's so convinced that compliance and the platonic ideals of "justice" and military service/hard work being rewarded by the system could supersede all of that.
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Can we have a little shot of their first time having that heating makeout session?? Pls.
virgin!anton x virgin!fem!reader â nsfw ; wc : 992 â one-shot mdni! warnings; anton gets a boner, male masturbation, quite literally uses the same dialogue from the full fic, written in antons pov read full fic here! a/n; sure! i kind of loved writing that small part too sooo ^^
There was nothing Anton loved more than to kiss you. He was sure it was because he was just so in love with you. And although the kisses were very short and sweet, they meant the world to him.
So of course when you're kissing him longer than usual, he swears he could fly. Every time you pull away to get ahold of your breath, he's pulling you back in for more. It was like there were magnets inside your lips that he just couldn't stop attracting to. He knew the kiss got more suggestive when you moved to sit on his lap without pulling apart, your hands moving to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Your tongue desperate in his mouth, mixing your spit together. His fingers slightly grazing your breasts, but not daring to touch them in case it wasn't what you wanted. He remembers someone mentioning to him about hickies once, and he absolutely loved the idea of his marks on you. So he slowly broke your kiss, leaving pecks down your jaw and onto your neck. You gripped his shoulders as he explored your skin, sucking on spots in hopes to leave a bruise, but not hard enough to hurt you in any way. It wasn't until he felt your grip harden when his lips touched a certain spot, where he softly took the skin between his teeth. The sound that came out of you so melodic to his ears. He needed to hear more of you. His lips traveled down to your chest, focusing on mainly your collarbones. When you said his name, he thought he had gone to far. It wasn't a moan, but more of you genuinely trying to get his attention. He stopped to look at you, your eyes however traveled down to his crotch. Scared to glance at it too, he finally felt it. His cock throbbed against the sweats he was wearing. Fuck. Without thinking, he removed you from his lap, placing his hands on top so you couldn't look anymore. "Oh my god.." Your eyes never leaving the bulge, Anton swears he's gonna faint. "I'm so sorry.." His voice decreasing to a whisper. "Why are you sorry?" Your attempt to not laugh went unnoticed by him, his focus everywhere else. His cheeks flushed "I don't know... It's.." He found himself having trouble forming sentences, "That's so gross of me, I don't know why it.." He was already hooking his legs off your bed, reading to get up and leave. But he felt your arms wrap around him in an attempt to comfort him, "You're a male human," You rest your head on his shoulder, "I don't think it's gross... It happens." That did not comfort him. There were many times in Anton's life where he felt embarrassment, but this one was by far the worst. Neither of you moved, he couldn't move. He felt frozen. He tried making himself feel better by reminding himself that you love him, and you've already expressed that you aren't disgusted. But still, your words don't take him back in time to avoid the situation. Despite the fact that he physically couldn't move, he felt his cock twitch. He should leave and go home, but then that means he'd have to go out in public like this. His desired solution would just be to die. But then at his funeral someone would have to bring up that he 'Died from embarrassment after popping a boner under his girlfriend.' Anton swears he was fighting demons in his head until he decided to just suck it up and jerk one off. "The.. Your.. Bathroom.." He stumbles over his words before leaving your room and heading to your bathroom in a hurry. If he's quick, he could just pretend he really needed to shit.
Leaning against a bare wall, he lowered all articles of clothing between him and his cock, his hand softly tugging on it while he bit on his index finger on his other hand. The feeling of his hand wrapped around his cock had him biting down slightly harder on his finger. His mind wandered back to the situation, to you. How much better you would feel than his hand right now. He tightened his hand to mimic your hand, which was much smaller than his. Was he a terrible person for imagining you, despite the fact that you were dating him? He wasn't sure, and he sure didn't care enough to stop and think. "Anton?" Fuck. "Are you okay?" Fuck fuck fuck. "On-one second!" He heard your footsteps walk back to what he assumed was your room after you acknowledged it. He was too busy to bother with his finger again, so he let quiet moans slip from his mouth. He didn't think they were loud enough for you to hear, especially considering your room wasn't too close to the bathroom. He's never felt so much sensation from his had before, which just drew even more moans from him. He was so close, he could feel it. His head couldn't catch up with his cock, as his cum covered his hand, hips twitching while it was released. He took his lip between his teeth so he could contain any louder moans than he ones he had already let out. When the bathroom finally stopped spinning, he cleaned himself up with urgency. How long has he been in here? He wasn't sure, but what he does know is that it was much longer than he had hoped. He quickly washed his hands, praying to avoid any awkwardness when he opened the door. He found you sitting on your bed, chewing on the sides of your cheeks as your eyes traveled everywhere but on him. "Walls are thin 'Ton..." This was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to him. There was absolutely no way Anton could ever face you ever again.
this was small and not really detailed but still đ - đ
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Hi!! Can we get some headcanons with Wingding from Siren Call? I swear to god, it's #1 husband in this entire world, i love him sm đđ
Of course!
Heâs introverted and feels uncomfortable around humans and monsters. If he can avoid directly socializing with someone, he will.
When he is forced into interaction he thinks heâs awkward, but he comes across as cold (due to his manner) and intimidating (due to his appearance). Heâs not used to people wanting to engage with him after their first conversation with him. . . So anyone who actively seeks him out for more conversation with leave him gobsmacked and flustered.
He loves to learn. It doesnât matter what the topic is, he genuinely enjoys obtaining information. If thereâs something you love to chat about that he doesnât know, he will eagerly listen to every bit of knowledge you have.
He also enjoys sharing his knowledge. If thereâs something you want to know that he can explain, heâll be happy to teach you. For example: if you donât know how to sign, and he likes you well enough, heâll dedicate weekends to tutoring you.
Touch starved in a way that he doesnât even realize it. Itâs been. . . A very long time since heâs let down his guard enough to let someone touch him. But once youâre in that trusted circle, heâll be craving your touch constantly. Even if itâs not a conscious action or thought for a long time.
Hyperfixates. If in a romantic relationship with him, that hyperfixates will be zeroed in on you. He doesnât want to control you, but he does want to know every little detail about you and keep you safe.
He will prioritize safety over happiness for someone he is courting. This does mean if he views someone or something in your life as a threat to your well being, he will remove it. Even if it means youâll resent him for it later.
Once through the awkward phase, heâs a gentleman to his partner. Because of his fixation on you, he becomes very aware of your moods and will adapt your time spent together accordingly. Feeling low energy? Thatâs ok, you can stay in and the two of you can binge watch a series together. Feeling grumpy and need to vent? Thatâs ok, heâll be happy to listen. Feeling sociable and want to go out? He can take you dancingâjust donât expect him to talk to anyone besides you.
Heâll open doors for you, cook for/with you, fold laundry with you, dust those hard to reach places for you, etc.
While heâs lived among humans and monsters long enough to understand basic courting etiquette. . . Heâs still a predator. Heâll slip up and try to occasionally court you as a siren would. This does mean that when he accidentally sings to you heâll unintentionally put you into a trance. Heâll be deeply apologetic about it afterward though!
If you are okay with his broken voice, and perhaps struggle to sleep, once far enough into the courtship heâll be okay to sing you to sleep. The slumber caused by his singing is. . . Unlike anything a human or monster could experience. Itâs deep without being suffocating; peaceful without apprehension; restful without worrying about aches and pains when you awaken.
If set in the same timeline as the game he will expect you to get along with his adopted child. Thatâs non negotiable. He is okay if you want to be difficult with Sans though. In fact, if you bully tease the orca siren heâd be tickled pink with glee.
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"got your bible, got your gun." || part three.
ę° áš . " đđđđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđ. "
coachella: woodstock in my mind. - lana del rey
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë-× đŹđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: while cruising through the sky, a storm brews...
ę° áš . ŕ¨ŕ§Ë đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : new ! bau ! female ! reader x jealous ! spencer
ę° áš . ŕ¨ŕ§Ë đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 930
ę° áš . ŕ¨ŕ§Ë đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: fighting ( verbal ) , real conflict begins here
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wheels were up. a particularly disturbing case called for you to travel halfway across the country. and it was only your third day on the job.
you had offered to sit this one out. you wouldâve been fine sorting out old paperwork in the comfort of your little desk. but they handed you a polished gun and got you on the jet. and that was that.
âmind if i sit here?â
spencer didnât even need to look up from his novel to immediately identify the owner of the voice. he cleared his throat, brows furrowing as he parted his legs slightly in subconscious protection of âhis territory.â
âitâs a free country. knock yourself out.â he muttered under his breath.
you gracefully sat yourself in the leather seat that was conjoined with his. you placed the case files handed to you on your lap, glancing over at the man beside you. his nose was buried in a hard cover novel, the book in pristine condition that made it look completely untouched.
âwhatcha reading there, spencer?â you were going to be on the flight for a while, so why not try to start a conversation with your new colleague?
he wasnât used to the way his name sounded in your mouth. âuh, pride and prejudice.â he responded.
after just a few conversations with spencer, there were things you started to take note of: he never looked at you when he spoke, when he talked his voice was always suppressed, like he was forcing himself to hold back from saying something that was just itching to come out, and his body language was practically screaming for you to stay away from him.
but you had never been the firmest believer in basic human psychology.
you nodded slightly at his answer, opening up one of the files in front of you. â...i could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mineâŚâ you whispered. it was a quote directly from the novel. you hadnât picked it out for any particular reason, it was simply the first one that came to mind.
spencer shut the book, probably with more force than intended before looking directly at you, eyes narrowed. âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
your head shot in his direction as you realized that he mustâve taken your reference the wrong way. oops.
âoh, i didnât mean anything by it, doctor. iâve read the book too.â
the hint of mockery in your voice was unmistakable. he swallowed hard, a vein on his forehead beginning to pulsate. you avoided his gaze to glance outside the airplane window. the clouds had grown dark over the past few minutes. a storm was on its way.
it was at this moment that you finally shut up, but now he was getting started.
âyou must think i was born yesterday, huh?â the floodgates had burst open.
you raised an eyebrow, face contorting with defense. âexcuse me?â
spencer whipped his glasses off of his face, lowering his voice to a snarling whisper, biting out each of his meticulously picked out words with razor-sharp precision.
âyouâve got everyone in this goddamn unit wrapped around your little finger. you practically waltzed into this profession, manipulate my team with those big eyes of yours, and now youâre trying to get me under your spell too. and iâm willing to bet that all you had to do to get this job was bat your eyelashes before they served it to you on a silver platter. iâm the only one in this place whoâs got their head on straight. i swearâŚâ
and he just kept going. it was like standing right in front of an erupting volcano that was said to be inert. everytime you thought he was done, another wave of distasteful words spilled out. until he stopped. an uncomfortable wave of silence pulsated. to your surprise, you were able to mask your shock behind a poker face of indifference.
â...so thatâs the problem. youâre scared, intimidated even. you believe that someone like me isnât worthy of working in the field with highly-experienced men. youâre jealous that i seemed to blend in instantly, almost effortlessly, while you still stick out like a sore thumb after all these years. now tell me, doctor reid, do you express such severe disdain toward me because iâm young, or because iâm a woman?â
his jaw slacked open. you had read him like an open book, and hearing the truth behind his animosity for you summoned something in his gut. embarrassment? no. remorse? not quite. he didnât know how to descirbe how he felt, but the pure, unflitered abhorrence on his face said it all.Â
âneither, and iâm not a sexist.â he muttered, âso you can quit profiling me now.â
his cheeks obtained an unmistakable pink flush, silencing him at once. you let out a satisfied hum, leaning back in your chair and shifting your attention to the pictures of the crime scene that were given to you. you could hear his uneven breaths still as the quiet minutes passed.
â...and for the recordâŚâ you started, eyes glued to the files in front of you. â...i worked my ass off to land this job. iâve never let pretentious men like you stop me from getting to the top, and i wonât start now.â
he bit the inside of his cheek, hastily putting his glasses back on his face and flipping his book back open. there was so much that he wanted to say, but he would hate for this dispute between youths to make a scene. he didnât even care that he had lost his page, because one thing was for certain:
if you werenât a problem to him before, you definitely are now.
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I donât have one, but Iâll look into how to do that tonight on my desktop, because that would probably be helpful đ
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Bad Idea Pt 4
TFP Soundwave x Reader
⢠At some point the singing fades away and his helm dips to study the human hanging limply from his servos. He can still feel the beat of its heart, slower now with unconsciousness as its sides expand against his grip with its breathing. Strange little thing. Strange, too that he misses the sound of its voice now. Itâs not like he hasnât heard lovelier sounds, but thereâs something about the rawness in this creatureâs singing that fascinates him. The desperation.
⢠Itâs easy enough to move through the shadows to his quarters. Not exactly hiding his prize, but familiar enough with his companions to know delicate things wonât survive their attentions. Not for long. The human is silent long after heâs shut the door behind him and he shifts it between his servos, tipping its head gently to the side with a tendril so he can study it.
⢠Youâre caught in a vice that shifts against you on the verge of bruising. Making it hard to breathe. Something grips your chin and forces your head back and you blearily struggle. Eyes opening to find itâs still not over. Big and pointy is the one squeezing your rib cage hard enough to be uncomfortable as it uses a tendril to manipulate your head. Gasping and swearing, you slap at the tendril and try to wriggle free. A low, hum of almost-sound lifts the hair at your nape in a cold rush. Itâs the feel of a silent speaker alive with power but no sound. Electric as it steals your breath.
⢠Those little clawed graspers at the end of its tendril seizes your wrist before you can rear back to smack at it again and you freeze. Slowly, so slowly, itâs head tips as it stares at your arm in its grip like itâs trying to reach a decision. Making you uncomfortably aware of how small your arm is compared to all of it. How easy it can break your bones if it wants to. So when it just lets go and lowers you onto a huge flat surface, your knees fold under you, hands shaking, because you canât believe you slapped it. Or that it isnât retaliating.
⢠That panicked confusion of raw emotions is welling up again, screaming through his processor. Overwhelming. Reaching out, he gently prods it with a servo, expecting it to lash out again. Instead, it all but throws itself sideways to avoid his touch. That chaos grows, a wave poised to crash over him and drag him under. Careful. Slowly. He leans closer, its little face illuminated by the glow of his visor as he gives them that simple command again.
⢠It wants you to sing again. Nerves unraveling until youâre shaking, you just want to cry. Or scream. Had it taken you as some weird little songbird to amuse itself with? A pet? âNo,â you whisper, chin lifting even as your eyes burn. You can see your own haggard face in that screen as it pulses the music note icon a little bigger. More insistent. Those weird metal tentacles move fitfully around it, one huge finger at the end of that long arm lifting as if to touch you and then just hovering a foot from you. Shaking. Itâs huge, pointy head bows, that music note flashing. Itâs shaking all over like itâs⌠in pain?
⢠Drowning. Heâs being pulled under in that strange, indecipherable tide of emotion and quicksilver, alien thought. Pain staggering and unexpected burning through his processor until heâs paralyzed, frame shuddering with the need to break free. To stop the onslaught by force. To crush the source before he comes undone.
⢠The touch of the humanâs hand on his servo lights through him, intensifying that unwanted connection he canât shut out. Nearly crippling him. Helm lifting to see it staring up at him with something like sympathy. And it sings, calming itself. Freeing him from that darkness.
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it was just a kiss || j.h.s
Summary:Â A night at the Hard Deck takes a turn when Jake confides in Mickey about some personal matters.
Warnings:Â swearing, fluff, jake has feelings, no use of y/n (reader has a nickname), fanboy is the ultimate bestie, drunk rooster is a menace to society
Word Count: 2.4k
Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader
Authors Note:Â Based on this prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting. Thanks to @writercole @demxters & @seresinsweetie for looking this over for me!
âThe girl with the bachelorette party has been eyeing you all evening.â Fanboy handed him another beer, perching onto the bar stool next to him.Â
Hangman looked over to where the group of girls were seated, catching the eye of the brunette that had been trying to get his attention since they arrived. The girl gestured towards the doors but he shook his head, giving her an apologetic smile.Â
âDude, what are you doing? Sheâs hot.â Mickey slapped his arm, eyes wide as saucers.Â
âIâm not interested.â
Fanboy looked concerned, swivelling around on his chair. âAlright, let me get this straight. For the past month, Iâve seen countless women approach you, yet youâve turned them all down. Whatâs going on?â
Jake snorted into his beer. âNothing. Iâm just not interested.â
âCan we please just have a human conversation? I know that underneath all of those protein shakes and hair products is an actual human being called Jake, and not Hangman. So, stop trying to avoid the subject.â Mickey leaned back against the wall, knocking his knee into Jakeâs.Â
Jake stared at Fanboy for the longest time, not knowing what to say. He opened his mouth but no words came out, so he settled back against the wall as well, keeping his eyes on the floor.
The Daggers had been permanently stationed at Top Gun since the Uranium Mission, instructing and flying together. Jake tried his best to play nice, offering to drive most of them home from the bar at times and buying beers on their nights out. He had made an effort to try and interact more, trying to show interest in their lives but he didnât think that the rest of the group, save Javy, had actually accepted him into their little makeshift family. He still felt like he wasnât truly a part of the group, but Mickeyâs concern told him that maybe he was wrong.Â
Fanboy shifted slightly, putting his beer away. âJake. You can talk to me.â
âI didnât think, uh, I mean -â
Fanboy smiled, patting his arm reassuringly. âI know. I know you think we donât care, but we do. If you donât want to talk, thatâs fine. But something is obviously bothering you. If youâre not comfortable with me, Javy might be a better option?âÂ
Jake didnât know what to say. He waited for the punchline, where Fanboy would laugh and mock him but it never came. Mickey was being sincere. The WSO just waited patiently, fingers drumming on the wooden bar behind them.Â
âYou know, you remind me of my brother.â Mickey picked at his jeans, pulling at the loose strings over the knee. When Jake didnât respond, he kept on talking.Â
âHis name is Diego. Heâs the oldest. Thereâs five of us, by the way. Heâs just like you. Walls up so high you can barely see past them. He always used to make fun of us when we were kids. I hated it. But when I got older, I realised that he was only doing it to push us. Mom and dad put a lot of responsibility on him and he did the best he could.âÂ
Jake listened as Mickey rambled on, the uncomfortable pit in his stomach lessening the longer Fanboy kept talking.Â
âI know youâre doing the best you can as well. I know that you taunt Rooster with the sole purpose of making sure he pushes his own limits. I can tell. You push us all to be better.â
He swallowed thickly, trying to make out what had transpired in the last 20 minutes. âHow? How can you tell?â
Mickey grinned widely. âLike I said, you remind me of Diego,â he grabbed the bottle again, âyouâre one of us Jake, even if you donât think so.â
Jake decided to throw caution to the wind and believe what Fanboy was telling him. If it was all true, then maybe he could talk to him. Maybe he could start being a part of the group. Before he could even open his mouth, Rooster appeared out of thin air and threw an arm around his shoulder.
âHANGMAN! The lady over there is asking about you!â Bradley leaned in closer, as if he was going to share a secret. âI think she wants to fuck you.â
Fanboy snorted loudly, startling Rooster. âFanboy, didnât see you there! What do you think, do you think she wants to fuck him?â
A bright red flush was covering Bradleyâs cheeks and his eyes were slightly unfocused and glazed over.Â
Mickey rolled his eyes. âRooster, how much have you had to drink?âÂ
Bradley was leaning onto Jake now, his head on his shoulder. âYou know, you smell good. And your hair is very soft.â Rooster patted Jakeâs head, smiling stupidly at his teammate.Â
âOkay buddy, I think we should get you home.â Bob appeared, slinging Roosterâs unoccupied arm around his shoulder, supporting most of his weight as he pulled him off of Jake. Bradley made a sound of protest as he was separated from Jake.Â
âNo, I was gonna help Hangman get laid. Thereâs a lady over there, and sheâs got the hots for him.â He waved in the general direction of the bar.Â
âHe isnât interested. So you can go home,â Fanboy laughed, pushing Bradleyâs hand away as it aimed for his head.Â
Bob tried to get him to move, but Bradley turned in his grasp, almost losing his balance. âYouâre not? But I was gonna help.â He pouted, leaning back onto Bob who grunted under the extra added weight.Â
Jake didnât get the chance to answer as Bob hauled Rooster away with the help of Payback who had snuck up on them. Bradley complained the entire way, waving excitedly to Penny at the bar as his teammates practically carried him out of the door.Â
âI guess thatâs it. You two coming with us or what?â Nat sauntered by, Javy following closely.Â
Jake was about to agree but Fanboy beat him to it. âIn a minute. You go ahead.âÂ
They waved goodbye and Jake itched to follow his best friend. Now it was just him and Mickey. Even though he was about to spill his guts out right before Bradshaw interrupted them, Jake hesitated.Â
âCâmon, letâs get some air.â Fanboy left his seat and Jake had no choice but to follow him out onto the deck. The sun was long gone, the pale moon taking its place. He could hear the waves crashing against the shore, people laughing further down the beach as they sat around a bonfire, sparkling brightly against the darkness.
âI could tell you were actually going to talk before Rooster interrupted us. Still want to?â
Jake hesitated for a moment before slumping back against the wooden rail. âHave you spoken much to the new team of mechanical engineers that arrived a couple of months ago? Like, Mercury for example,â he sighed as he nodded towards the window. Through it, across the bar, he could see Mercury sitting with her friends.Â
Mickey stretched out his legs in front of him. âSure. Mercury is badass. Her team is much better than Rogers and his idiots.â Their former mechanical team had been replaced by Mercury and her co-workers at the beginning of spring. Everyone preferred the new team.Â
âWell, you see, uh. A couple of weeks ago, I ran into Mercury. And weâve hung out a few times, outside of work. And IâŚâ Jake trailed off, not knowing how to continue.Â
Fanboy turned to him, eyes wide. âAre you telling me the reason youâve been turning down all these women is because youâve got a crush on Mercury?â
Jakeâs heart hammered in his chest, gut twisting slowly. âItâs not that. Well, partly. I canât stop thinking about her, no matter how much I try to occupy myself. I miss her when I donât see her for a couple of days and I feel like, I donât know, all giddy and shit when she smiles.â
âIt sounds like more than a crush. So why the sad face man?â Fanboy nudged his side.Â
âI kissed her. Well, she kissed me. We kissed. And after, she said âit was just a kissâ.â Jake deflated with disappointment, trying to hide just how much her response actually hurt him.
Mickey stayed quiet for a while before speaking. âDid you say you wanted something more?â
âI told her that I knew it was just a kiss but asked if it had to be just that.â
âWhat did she say?â
It hurt more than Jake liked to admit to revisiting what happened after their kiss. âShe said that while she liked me, she knew of my reputation and had no intention of being another notch in my bedpost.âÂ
Fanboy clicked his tongue. âAnd thatâs why youâve stayed away from all the women. Trying to show her that youâre serious?â
Jake hadnât anticipated for Mickey to see right through him. The emotional turmoil of opening up like this, to have someone listen and not mock, was jarring. Jake didnât exactly have a lot of those people in his life. But Fanboy stayed, listening patiently as Jake talked.Â
âYes. Her words hurt but theyâre true. Iâm just trying to show her that Iâm willing to change, for her. That I have changed.â
His companions' next words cut deeper than they should. âYouâre in love with her. This isnât just a crush.â
He hadnât wanted to admit it to himself. Love wasnât something Jake was familiar with. It scared him, to be vulnerable and open with someone. To let them see every part of him. But it was true. Over the course of a few short weeks, being in Mercuryâs company had him breaking all his own rules as he realised that he did love her.
âYes.â
âThen you should tell her. Tell her that youâve changed, for her. Tell her that you love her.â
Jake sighed. âI canât. She doesnât feel the same, she made it very clear.â
Mickey slapped his arm, startling him. âDude! Stop. You said that she said she liked you. If your past is the only thing stopping her, then you need to tell her,â he paused for a moment before lowering his voice, âand you deserve someone, Jake. You deserve love.â
He didnât want to cry but Mickeyâs words brought a wave of emotion upon him. He swiped at his face, trying to hide the tears.Â
All of what Mickey was saying went against everything Jake had ever been told. His father always told him he was no good and that no one would ever want anything from him. That he would never amount to anything. Never achieve anything.Â
âItâs okay man. I get it. Youâre scared. But in the wise words of my abuela, âTo love is to be scared. If youâre not scared, itâs not worth itâ.âÂ
Jake laughed, a watery sound before wiping his face again. âShe sounds like a smart woman.â Jake took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts.Â
Mickey laughed as well, eyes sparkling. âSheâs the best,â he looked past Jake, eyes trained on something outside Jakeâs field of vision. âIf you were to tell Mercury, what would you say to her?â
Jake took a moment to ponder, trying to put his feelings into words. He guessed it was too late to turn back now, Mickey had already seen parts of him he hadnât shown anyone in years.Â
âI guess I would tell her how she makes me feel. That her smile brightens my day and that I want to make her laugh. That she makes me push myself to be better, both for myself and her. Iâd tell her that I love her, even if it scares me. That Iâve changed and that my past doesnât matter. Sheâs the only one I want.â
Fanboy clapped his hands together, smiling widely. âGood.â
âWhat do you mean âgoodâ?â Jake turned but Mickey wasnât looking at him. His eyes were trained behind him, shit eating grin in place on his face.Â
Jake turned his head, his eyes landing upon Mercury standing a few feet away, bottle dangling from her hand. He immediately choked up, hands growing clammy as he tried to find his voice. The look on her face told Jake she had heard everything.Â
âIâm gonna head back inside,â Mickey pushed off the chair before murmuring, âRemember what I said. You deserve love,â to Jake. He then sauntered back into the bar, saluting sloppily as he walked past Mercury.
Jake held his breath, counting to twenty as she approached him, sitting down tentatively in Fanboyâs abandoned seat. Neither of them spoke at first. Jakeâs heart was beating so hard against his ribs that he thought it would break free. His palms were sweaty and he wanted to bolt, rush back inside.Â
âYou love me?â She quietly asked, hands twisting in her lap. He desperately wanted to reach out and intertwine their hands but he wasnât sure it would be welcomed. Mercury chose for him when she grew tired of waiting for an answer.Â
She reached over, clasping one of his hands between her own. âJake. Talk to me.â
Mercury was staring at him with a gentle smile. Her face was open and inviting, making Jake feel braver. He could do this.
âYes. I donât know when it happened.â She laughed, squeezing his hand. âDoes it matter when it happened?â
âI guess not.âÂ
Neither of them spoke after that but there seems to be no need. All Jake focused on was the feeling of his hand between hers, the way they both seemed to breathe at the same time. Itâs peaceful.Â
âIâm sorry that I said it was just a kiss,â Mercury murmured while tracing the veins on his hand. âI wanted to say it was more than that, but I didnât want to get hurt.â
âHurting you is the last thing I want. I want this. Us.â Jake squeezed her hand back, intertwining their fingers. He desperately wanted her to repeat his earlier words back to him but he didnât want to push her either. He knew he loved Mercury. He could wait while she sorted her feelings out.Â
After all, he hadnât exactly planned on telling her nor even approaching her.
âJake?â
He hummed contentedly, the feeling of her hand in his calming him down better than any trick his therapist had ever taught him.Â
âIf you want to, Iâd like that kiss to be more than just a kiss. I want you. Truth is, I think I fell in love with you when we went hiking. I know thatâs so long ago and Iâm sorry for not telling you but -â
Jake cut her off, cupping her face and pressing their lips together, smiling into the kiss. She loved him. It was all he needed to know. Theyâd figure the rest out later. If Jake had it his way, theyâd have the rest of their lives.
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Day 10 - Surprise kiss
Characters: Leviathan x male!MC
25 kisses challenge Masterlist
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CW: suggestive, established relationship, mentions of sex between Levi and MC and Levi being a sub (surprise surprise), insecure Levi, loving (and horny) MC
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Levi had never used a grip so strong on him. He felt the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, the stress his poor boyfriend had been under for the last week so frustrating tears were filling his eyes.
MC sighed, caressing his arm in hopes of soothing him and forgetting the tingling in his belly, although his mind made both things slightly difficult.
It was usually the other way around, with MC grabbing Levi hard enough to leave imprints of his hands, but this was a welcomed change, surprisingly exciting.
He just wished they weren't staring at the colorfully bright computer screen during his thrilling discovery.
The demon's body trembled in expectation, quickly grabbing MCâs caring hand a second after feeling the touch.
One of them was clearly too nervous to think straight and the other was too excited upon being trapped by his boyfriend.
A thrilling discovery indeed. He'd make sure to bring it up in another moment.
At the time being, however, MC needed to make sure Levi wouldn't have a heart attack or a stroke, although he wasn't completely sure if demons could suffer the consequences of being awake for hours without food or water with the same intensity as humans. Probably not, but taking care of one's boyfriend shouldn't depend on biology.
âI'm sure you'll get the ticketâ he reassured him âWe've all signed for the contest, even Barbatos! And you know he's usually lucky withâŚâ
âBut what if I don't?!â Levi cried before he could finish talking âThat would mean I wasted our time for nothing! And you're going to get tired of me!â
He kept rambling, drying his tears before they could stain his cheeks and letting MC go in the process.
âI'm never going to get tired of you!â he assured him, feeling cold all of a sudden. His hands seeked Levi's in search of contact. âAnd if you don't win, we can always try next timeâ
âThat could be years from nowâŚâ
âI don't mindâ he said quickly.
There was a faint sadness in his boyfriend's voice that he immediately despised. He could understand, he wouldn't be dating him if he didn't, but there had to be something to counter the possibility of not winning the VIP meet and greet.
âMaybe you're not interested anymoreâ
The whisper was almost inaudible, but it was there.
Sure, there was a chance of not caring about meeting the voice actors anymore, but if Levi still craved it, then he would go. Although, he slightly suspected that was not what Levi meant to say.
He stared at him, studying his avoiding glaze and holding his slender fingers in order to make him stop prickling his own skin.
Then it clicked and his face turned sour.
âI love youâ he said with conviction, enjoying the immediate blush in his cheeks. âAnd I'll be with you until the end of my timeâ
âMC⌠I want to be with you tooâŚâ
A ping interrupted his words. They both turned their heads towards the computer, wide eyes absorbing the sight of the cartoonish ticket and the gigantic bold letters occupying the entire screen.
CONGRATULATIONS. YOU ARE THE WINNER.
MC could swear his heartbeat was loud enough to fill the room, but there were only a couple of seconds of silence before Levi jumped out of his chair and lifted him off his with a tight hug.
His babbling was unintelligible, words of happiness blurring together, though it was difficult to try to make sense of them when his legs were drawing circles in the air, the demon making them spin so fast it was making MC nauseous.
âLevi! Honey!â he tried to call him to no avail.
Finally seeing him so ecstatic made him happy, but he really needed to stop or he'd loose all sense of direction.
He thought luck entered the room when Levi suddenly stayed still and sealed their lips together and he quickly took the opportunity to cradle his face and scratch his neck, but it was only seconds before he hugged him even tighter and began spinning again.
MC crossed his ankles behind Levi's back, closing his eyes.
He could do nothing but enjoy the ride.
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THE BROTHERS ACCIDENTALLY INJURING MC (mildly)
Despite all their efforts to technically baby-proof the house, the school, or even the entirety of Devildom if they could for their human⌠accidents do happen after all. Theyâre just glad that youâre not more hurt than they initially thought!
MC is not gravely injured! Just some scratches and bruises at most. Not sure if Iâll write something for more serious injuries scenarios but weâll see, that will be definitely super angsty for sure.
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Lucifer
He was not having it that day. Stacked reports full of complaints in regards to Mammons behavior, property damages caused by Beelâs hunger, and his pen cursed by his brothers to wail and cry whenever itâs used, Lucifer can feel himself about to explode at the next sign of inconvenience in the house while he replaces the pen to go back to work.
Itâs when he hears a loud crash in the living room does he feel like heâs going to snap the pen with just his fingers. âI swear when I get my hands on those idiotsâŚâ he basically stomps his way to the door before slamming it open.
He heard a loud THUMP! From the door, but not against the wall as he expected. He paused and closed the door only to find you on the floor, rubbing your forehead. You were on your way to see how the eldest was doing and just as you were about to open the knob, the door slammed against you with enough force to make you fall back.Â
All that anger immediately dissipates when he finds you and immediately kneels down on the floor to check on you. âMC! Are you alright?!â Thankfully the impact wasnât too much to draw any blood, though youâre certain youâll get a bruise and it still hurts like hell that itâs making you dizzy.Â
Lucifer doesnât want to be the cause of your tears. He helps you up gently with a worried look on his face âCome, rest in my office chair. Iâll get that treated before it starts to bruise.â it hurts him more if you struggle with standing straight.
Heâll come back with an ice pack in hand, locking the door behind him as he goes next to you to inspect your forehead and how much damage he indirectly caused. Of course he didnât mean it but he still feels bad regardless.Â
He makes up for that by treating it, and heâs very gentle with you when he slightly dabs the ice pack on your forehead. His words are soft as he asks if you were okay before placing a kiss on your head.Â
âHow come you locked the door though?â you would ask and before Lucifer can even speak, you hear the brothers banging on the other side when they heard you hit your head. â... Ahâ
MammonÂ
Thereâs not a quiet day in Devildom when Mammon is always stirring up things. Demons and witches are always on his tails until he pays any of his debts that he never seems to have the money for.Â
There was one particular incident where you were trying to look for him in school since you have so much schoolwork to do, and Mammon was the one who insisted you both be partners for this project. Yet heâs nowhere to be found.Â
Of course he was running away from a few students who owed a few Grimm from. Heâs grateful for being really speedy since he can use this to his advantage, but when heâs got his eyes on the coins on his hands itâs hard to pay attention to where heâs going.Â
He takes a sharp turn by the halls and he accidentally bumps into you, who was carrying all the project materials. Given his strength, you stumble back harder than you thought and drop everything on the floor.Â
âACK! Shitâ MC?! Come on, theyâre on our tails!â He held your hand so you both could start running but you winced. Mammon paused and gasped when he saw the scratches on your delicate soft human skin from when you hit the concrete floor.Â
Mammon had no choice but to carry you all the way while avoiding the demons running after you both. When it was all safe, he checked you in case of more wounds head to toe. Would panic if there was any blood. Luckily you just got a few minor scratches on your hands and nothing too bad. Â
âAsmoâs gonna kill me if he saw what happened to your hands⌠ya okay though? Tell me if it still hurts and let's find em angels to patch ya upâ he would beg Simeon not to tattle on the brothers, since they would not let him hear the end of it if they found out you got hurt. Lucifer would punish him for this happening under his watch (and his actions), even if it was an accident.
If your skin can get so damaged from just falling, Mammon can hardly imagine the worst case scenario. He keeps a close eye on you whenever there are large crowds, making sure you hold his hand the whole trip so heâs sure you wonât fall like that again.Â
There are times you can feel his thumb brush against the skin of your palms where it was previously damaged. You know he feels a bit guilty for that, so you intertwine your fingers as a way to reassure him.Â
Levi
Levi has been waiting for this package and now that itâs by his doorstep, heâs absolutely ecstatic. It was a VR set complete with this game from one of his favorite franchises. He hasnât stopped talking about it for weeks at all and his brothers can finally get some peace and quiet in the house⌠they were wrong.Â
One would say that Levi looks a bit silly walking around the house with the headset on. The VR game was about slaying demons (ironically) but he gets to interact with the characters in 3D so whenever he sees his favorite, he would let out an excited squeal.Â
Lucifer instructed you to follow him while he plays to make sure he doesnât wander off somewhere or break anything. You just have to make sure to gently turn him to the right directions or hide the glassware away from reach.Â
It was doing fine for a while until you took your eyes off him for a second and heâs already walking dangerously near the stairs. You know that demons can survive a stumble like that but that doesnât mean youâll let that happen to him! So you dive in, grabbing the sleeve of his hoodie and yanking him away from the steps.Â
Unfortunately, you both lost your footing and fell backwards on the floor with Levi landing on top of you. Levi was surprised and a little disoriented as he took off the headset, only to find himself above you. âW-WHAâ!! MC?!?! Whatâs going on?!âÂ
You hit the back of your head hard with that fall and he noticed with the pained expression on your face. That embarrassment was switched to worry. Levi helps you up and after you explain everything to him, he assists you to the kitchen to find some ice to numb the pain.Â
âI-i um⌠I'll make sure that I play this game somewhere safe, s-so you wonât have to worry about me!â Levi promises next time, already planning on searching any equipment or set up he needs to make his gaming experience much safer. He doesnât want to burden you more than he already has.
Heâs clumsy with the ice pack because heâs too nervous of hurting you more than he already did. What if he presses too hard? What if heâs doing it wrong? Youâll have to hold his hand to guide him on what to do or where to place it, and heâll need all the self-control he needs to stop trembling from your touch.
SatanÂ
Even from the outside of the house, you could hear all the commotion and rapid footsteps. You thought you could leave them for at least one hour while you went out to grab the groceries, and apparently they already started fighting in your absence.Â
It started when Satan bought a limited edition book signed by the author himself, with only 50 signed copies available. Mammon found the package first before Satan could and decided that maybe he could sell it, but he was caught before he could make any Grimm. In an attempt to get it back, Mammon accidentally tore a few pages. Now theyâre both in demon forms running around the house.Â
âI WILL TEAR YOUR LEGS OFF YOUR BODY WHEN I CATCH YOUâ Satan snarled as he tried to capture the one that ruined his precious book. Unfortunately their speeds leagues apart and only Lucifer ever has the power of catching up to his no-good older brother.Â
In a desperate attempt, Satan throws the book towards Mammon and hopes that maybe if heâs lucky enough it would hit him in the head and slow him down. But that wasnât the case here.Â
Mammon saw the incoming projectile and took a sharp turn to avoid it. The moment you opened the door to see what was going on, you werenât really prepared for the flying book and next thing you knew, it hit you straight to the face.Â
The force was enough to make you fall back, dropping all the groceries at hand. You expected to hit the floor, but you felt two hands hold you to stop you from falling.Â
Satan saw the moment you got hit square on the face with the book he threw and ran to catch you before you could fall and hurt yourself further. You open your eyes only to see his eyes completely filled with worry. All his wrath was completely over washed with concern for you.Â
âI-iâm so sorry MC! Come on, I'll get that treated quicklyâ He would carry you to the living room, groceries be damned, and cast a small healing spell to ease the pain and discomfort.Â
Satan makes sure to be more aware of your presence. Just because his outbursts can get intense doesn't mean he'd want you to get involved in the crossfire. Never does he wish to be the cause of your pain, accident or not. It took you quite some time to reassure him since he didnât mean that in the first place.Â
Asmo
Asmo was excited to find that the shoes he wanted for so long had finally been released and heâs been dying to try them on. The shoes made him a few inches taller and he loves that since he was the smallest brother in the house. The heels were crafted perfectly when decorated with gems and glitter, itâs practically made for him!Â
One would find him strutting down the halls with his heels or putting on all kinds of glamor and clothes to match. Asmo couldâve knocked your door down with all that giddiness when he entered your room to show off his new shoes.
He makes running in heels look so easy and you listen to him go on for a while on how the color matches his eyes. By the end of his speech, he grabs your hands and practically wants you to twirl him around like a princess in the spotlight of the ballroom.Â
With the excitement in each step, Asmo was not careful enough and accidentally stepped on your foot. Normally it doesnât hurt you but the sheer cheerful energy Asmo had brought about enough force to make it painful. And whatâs worse⌠It was heels.Â
You wince and take a step back, letting go of Asmoâs hand in the process. He looked at you with a pout until he saw you were in pain, clenching your foot âLove? Oh goshâ Did i?â
He immediately sits you down and checks how hurt you were. Since humans are so fragile and squishy, he worried if he broke a bone or even worse! But you assure him that youâre alright.Â
âThe reddening skin says otherwise! This is not good. We should go get that taken care of in a spa! We can get you those luxurious foot scrubs while I get a pedicure to match my new heels! Come on, I'll get your clothes ready!â
Whether or not you planned to go out today, Asmo is already rummaging through your closet to find the perfect outfit for you in the salon. You canât exactly say no to a day off to relax, plus he wonât let you stay cooped up in your room like one of his older brothers.Â
The spa really was rejuvenating and the scrub made your skin so smooth. Youâre not sure if this was his way of apologizing or just an excuse to bring you here but it's a win either way right?Â
When he brought up how you should also wear heels like his to match, you immediately decline with no room for negotiation.Â
Beel Â
Beel has brought home some rolled cigar cookies for you and Belphie to eat. They were a new flavor being sold in madam screams, Beel had already eaten several boxes and heâs made sure that he doesn't end up consuming all of the cookies he bought for you guys in one go.Â
He knew that these sweets would go perfect with some devilâs hot chocolate so he wanted to brew some before he brought them up to the attic.Â
He had two mugs at hand with the box of cookies in his arms. Itâs taking all his concentration to not eat and drink all this food in his reach, especially when his stomach is already empty by the time he left the kitchen. He was so focused on trying to take his mind off his hunger that he failed to see you around the corner.Â
By accident, he bumped into you and one of the drinks spilled on your arms. Thank god that Beel made sure that the temperature was safe enough for human consumption (since they could probably drink at hotter temperatures), though it still hurt you regardless.Â
The cookies and drink was left forgotten at the nearest table he can place them as he tends to you. No blisters at least, but your skin started turning red from all that heat that Beel kept panicking as he took you to the sink to get it treated.Â
âI-I just wanted to bring you some hot chocolate⌠sorry MCâ he has that sad puppy look on his face that makes it hard for you to be angry, not that you were ever mad at him in the first place. Beel spent his time running your arm by cool water to treat it, and even asked Satan to take a look at your skin.Â
As sweet as he was, if the burns on your skin were actually that bad then expect that he will never let you near any sort of hot drinks. He treats it as if they were poison to you. Your morning coffee? Now it has ice. Your hot chocolate? Itâs iced chocolate. It took your brotherâs intervention so he doesnât ruin the soup for dinner for your sake.Â
BelphieÂ
Belphie was by your side as you watched a local Devildom film in the living room. At first it was both of you watching together since the movie date was his idea, but he fell asleep for the first 20 minutes. To be fair, it was his longest record of keeping himself awake.Â
There are times that he sleeps so well that he unknowingly shifts into his demon form. Itâs just his powers responding to his own dreams, and heâs having a really nice one at this point since it has you and Beel in it, two of his favorite people of all the realms.Â
You paused the movie to use the restroom for a while when that happened. While he was sleeping, his tail popped up and you didnât know it until you tripped on it when you came back to the living room.Â
It wasnât the feeling of someone stepping over his tail that woke him up, but it was the sound of your pained groans that got the youngest born open both his eyes quickly as he shot up from the couch.Â
If it were any of his brothers he wouldâve been laughing, but he cares about you a lot. So seeing you in pain on the ground brought back some⌠âunpleasant memoriesâ from before. He goes to your side so check if youâre injured or hit your head too hard when you fell to the floor.
After the incident at the attic, Belphie tried his best to make sure he won't hurt you. He promised you that when you both forged a pact, and it took so much time to gain your trust again after all! Much like Beel, he is all over you in making sure youâre okay. Belphie wants to keep you safe, even from himself.Â
âI donât want to watch the movie anymore⌠Can we just cuddle instead?â He says with a cute pout on his lips. The twins really got the same puppy eyes, making it really hard for you to say no to his naps. This time, Belphie lets your head rest on his beloved soft cow pillow to compensate for what happened.Â
Takes notes from Satan on how to keep his tail still, since the older demon has more control over it by keeping it wrapped around his leg. Belphie never usually worries about shifting into his demon form, but he just wants to make sure this time!
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Crush Pt 2
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Donnie x gn!reader
Warnings: angst (once again just Donnie's feelings), comfort, fluff, human!reader inferred, swearing, NO TCEST
A/N: The requested part 2. I have so many Donnie requests right now, trying to space them out... I'm gonna go watch the FNAF movie today!!!
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Donnie sits in his lab, fingers strumming against the desk. He stares at the pile of parts you'd managed to find for him. The newest one made his head spin, it could only be found in the Hidden City, this meant you went down to find it for him. You probably had to go to a bunch of places to get one in such good condition.
But you couldn't possibly have a crush on him. His brothers were imagining it.
Leo pointed out that you started wearing purple. Which of course Donnie noticed, but he tried to say that maybe you just liked it. Raph followed up with saying that you hardly ever wore purple before now.
"Its a sign" So Mikey and Leo said.
Donnie wasn't buying it.
Mikey pointed out that you were wearing lighter purples which are associated with with light-hearted, romantic feelings. He also brought attention to the fact that Donnie also started wearing lighter purples. Which Donnie quickly turned attention away from.
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"Why won't you even consider that they might actually have a crush on you?" Leo asks as he lounges in Donnie's lab while he works.
"It's simply out of the question." Donnie answers, as it that was a good enough answer. He looked at his twin for a moment, seeing the look on Leo's face. "I have hardly any redeeming qualities. The ones I do... Probably shouldn't be considered."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Leo sits up and frowns at Donnie. He rolls his chair over to Donnie, ready to give him a talking to. "You realize that you're actually likeable, right? We just joke around about each other."
"Sure, sure." Donnie rolls his eyes and turns back to his work. Unfortunately, Leo managed to keep him from turning, making Donnie face him. Donnie huffs and glares at Leo. "Just like the time you made sure I was taken by bats so I 'didn't ruin another mission'? Or reprogramming Shelldon to prove that my inventions suck?"
"Okay, that last one I admit was a bit far..." Leo sighs, looking at his twin with pleading eyes. "But you're my best friend, my twin. I wouldn't be sitting silently in your lab if I didn't like you, you know how hard it is for me to sit still and be quiet." Donnie smiles a little at Leo's last statement, letting out a weak snort, which makes Leo continue more passionately. "You're the opposite of me. In almost every way, but that's what makes us work. Sure I'm charismatic and insanely attractive... But you're mysterious, stoic, and fucking genius."
"And those are redeeming qualities?" Donnie asks, genuinely wanting to know. Did those things pull you to be attracted to him? Were those qualities really attractive?
"Absolutely!" Leo says, shaking Donnie a little. But then Leo stops to think for a second. "Well... They might think you hate them now."
"What?" Donnie replies, eyes wide. "Why? Did I do something?" He's panicking now. He had to fix this. He had to finally admit that you might maybe have a crush on him.
"You have been pretty... Guarded lately. You've been kind of blunt and mean to them, we've-"
Donnie stands up and rushes out of the lab quickly to resolve the issue. He quickly went to your place, not even knocking. He slipped in through the window, seeing you cooking dinner.
"You think I hate you?" Donnie asks softly, making you jump.
"I should really put a lock on the window..." You laugh anxiously. Donnie frowns at you for avoiding his question. "I didn't think it was out of the question."
"I'm sorry, that was never my intention." He murmurs, moving closer to you. You stare at him, a little shocked. He's apologizing? And sounds sincere? "I've been... Fighting my emotions. I guess I didn't realize I was taking it out on you."
"I don't understand..." You reply, brows furrowed as you look up at him. The look in his eyes is much different, softer than they had been recently.
"My brothers say you have a crush on me?" Donnie asks like he's wanting reassurance, wanting confirmation that these rumors where in fact true. You nod, even more confused. "I've been... Fighting with believing that... And with understanding how I feel about you."
You stare at him still, finally the pieces click. "Oh..." You whisper in realization, adverting your gaze for a moment to collect yourself. "So that's what Leo's text meant..." Donnie cocked his head a little before you showed the text.
Mayday! Donnie is about to explode emotionally!
Donnie rolls his eyes at his brother's text, but then looks at you. "So... What does this mean for us?" He questions quietly.
"I would like to... Figure this out with you, if that's something you'd be interested in."
"Sounds intriguing... I'm in."
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