#like. the fact is i think this person is ugly. maybe they’re a wonderful person! great! other people probably fine them cute! but i don’t.

[cetoddle]

i think a lot of people irl think i might be a lesbian just because i am so picky about men. cause most of the time im like eh he’s okay. oh he’s not my type. no i dont think that guy is hot. so they just assume i dont like men at all. which is. fair

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MUSE [L.H.]

Logan Howlett x reader

summary: Logan would never admit it to anyone, but over the course of his long life he has attempted to draw maybe once or twice. He hasn’t done it in years, maybe even decades, but he’s struck by inspiration when he meets you. Of course, no one can know that Wolverine draws, so he does it in the dead of night, sliding anonymous envelopes with the finished drawings of you under your door. When he sees how much you love them, he wonders if you could also love the person behind them. 

warnings: smut 18+ but with an actual plot for once (brief m masturbation, oral f and m rec, unprotected piv sex, kind of accidental (but consensual obv) facial; pet names: bub, baby, good girl, princess), soft!Logan but he won’t admit it, also soft!reader, fluff (although the summary makes it sounds a bit more dramatic than it is tbh), implication that reader has curly hair, implied mutant/X-men!reader, (obviously the pic doesn’t represent the envelopes Logan uses lol he’s not doing all that)

word count: 7.3k

also i feel the need to say something about the fact that it’s Hugh Jackman’s birthday today lol so uh thanks for being huge jacked man and for giving us our Logan yay <3 | gorgeous divider by @plutism

It’s everything Logan is the opposite of – he would never tell a soul – but over the course of his long life, Logan has attempted to draw maybe once or twice. It’s not really him, but he did have a phase or two.

When he meets you, he hasn’t even thought of picking up a pencil in years. Ever since you’ve been at the mansion though, Logan’s fingertips twitch with the urge to start sketching your features every time he’s with you. It gets hard to ignore after a few days.

He waits until he’s known you a few weeks, there’s no way in hell he’d ask if he could draw you. He’d probably embarrass you by asking, and embarrass himself by admitting he’s into fucking art. That’s not him. 

Except, well, sometimes it is, when he’s inspired. And you’re nothing if not inspiring. 

He gives in to the urge to get out pencil and paper again, waiting until everyone else has gone to sleep. The first few drawings are shit, he feels like they’re almost an insult to you. It’s not that he’s accidentally drawing you ugly, it just doesn’t look like you. So he practises. 

Logan Howlett sits down at night to practise drawing. 

He picks out a few other things to draw then, to ease the pressure that comes with drawing the woman he… is friends with. Yeah, you’re a friend. And he totally knows that you’d never go for someone as rugged as him, that’s for sure. You deserve much more. So much more. 

But after a few nights he feels more confident in his drawing skills again, but still, as much as he can picture you in his mind – he can do that absolutely perfectly – he’s not too sure he could really draw you accurately.

So he gets Rogue to show him how goddamn fucking Instagram works so that he can look at some of your pictures and use them as a model. 

He doesn’t know what you’re doing to him; you’ve got him using social media.

He can’t believe it, but the first time he seriously attempts to draw you, it’s perfect. It’s a small drawing, not even as big as his palm, capturing your gorgeous face. He thinks of adding another few lines to your eyebrows, or to your hair or another small one to the outline of your lips, but he doesn’t want to mess with it. 

Logan hates how drawing makes him overthink, but he loves how it feels to create something other than violence with his hands for once – something that may even be the opposite. 

He hides the drawing in between the pages of a book, and hides the book under a pile of random clutter on his desk that not even he would normally spare a glance at. But when he lies down to go to sleep, he gets all the stuff out again and gets out the drawing. He wants to see it again. And he can’t leave it there anyway, what if the pressure from all the items on top of it smudges it? 

But he doesn’t know what else to do with it. He can’t really have a drawing of you sitting in his room. What if someone sees? Then what is he gonna do with it instead? 

He finally lets himself think the thought that’s politely been waiting to be allowed into his brain from the moment he decided he might take up drawing again. 

He could give it to you. 

Logan knows his drawing isn’t objectively a masterpiece, but if he’s proud of it he has to acknowledge that that probably means it’s at least decent. And you’re definitely the type of person to appreciate something like this. It’s weird admitting to himself that he’s even proud of what he’s drawn; he’s done so much in this world, who cares about a little drawing? 

The only thing is that Logan isn’t sure if he’s ready for anyone to see this side of him. To see the side that has him staying up until 3AM to finely trace the lines of someone’s eyelashes and cheekbones and lips, the side that makes him feel calm inside. 

He knows it’s stupid to hide but he just can’t. He decides he’ll leave the drawing in your room in an envelope, maybe a pink one to show you it’s not a creepy threat but meant as a sign of adoration, from someone who couldn’t resist but try to recreate your beauty. He won’t write his name on it, he just wants you to have it. 

Sappy motherfucker. 

He puts the small drawing back into the book and carefully pushes it between his mattress and the bedframe to protect it during the night. God, who even is he – protecting a tiny piece of paper? He groans at himself as he turns around to go to sleep. 

He dreams of making a thousand drawings of you, with you as his live model. His muse. 

You’re his girlfriend in his dream, he thinks. 

He’s sitting in a chair in your room, drawing you as you tell him about your day. You’re lying on your bed on your tummy, elbows propped up to support your head. You’re gently kicking your feet in the air behind you, wearing nothing but a t-shirt of Logan’s, some silly graphic socks, panties with little cherries on them, and a bright, bashful smile as Logan attempts to capture your glowing features in a sketch block he’s dedicated to drawings of you. 

He wakes up with morning wood. 

Logan is no stranger to jerking off with you on his mind, so he spits in his hand and slips it beneath his boxers, stroking himself as he thinks of you. He imagines you on top of him as he jerks his cock, imagines you under him, or with your legs around his head, or you between his knees on the floor. He cums quickly and hard, leaving his boxers wet and sticky.

He goes for a run after he’s dealt with it and picks up an envelope on his way. He’s doubting himself but he knows he has to just do it. He’d doubt himself even more if he pussied out – a grown man who can’t even slide an envelope under someone’s door. 

So Logan mans up and, like an idiot, kisses the fucking drawing before he puts it into the envelope. He licks the edges of it to close it and writes your name in the most anonymous handwriting he can muster and adds a little heart. 

It’s soo stupid. 

He makes sure no one is anywhere near your bedroom, walks up to your door, and slides the envelope underneath. Except he didn’t check if you were in your room. As soon as the envelope disappears beneath your door, he hears a short creak from your bed and your soft footsteps. 

He hears the small and adorable noise of curiosity you let out – a confused hm? – and then he quickly and quietly makes his way down the hallway. He hears your voice about ten seconds later, an intrigued hello? as you open the door, but you don’t investigate further, closing the door behind you. 

Logan’s heart is beating so fast. He’s never doing this shit again. 

He’s antsy all day, waiting for some type of reaction from you. Except you don’t know that the drawing is from him so he’s probably not even getting one, and he can’t conspicuously come to your room the same day you receive an anonymous drawing of yourself. 

It’s also when the insecurity settles in. Maybe he should have added a few more lines or started the entire drawing anew. Who does he think he is pretending to be an artist? 

He shakes those thoughts off as he starts training with the punching bag in the gym. It’s not something that he necessarily needs to train, but it gets rid of some of that pointless energy. This isn’t him, worried about some lines he drew on a piece of paper – a scrap of a paper, really. Who cares about something like that? Certainly not him. 

He sleeps dreamlessly and wakes up the next day disappointed that he didn’t get to dream about being your boyfriend again. God, what are you doing to him? Making him think about being boyfriend and girlfriend. He’s pathetic. You’re a friend and nothing more, and that’s fine. You probably don’t like him like that and he can deal with that.

-

He’s not even thinking of the drawing anymore, truly, when he walks into the kitchen the next morning. It only comes to mind when he sees you, alone in the kitchen, leaning over the counter to scroll on your phone, your weird green coffee (“it’s Matcha, Logan”) next to you as you stir it mindlessly with a metal straw. 

“Hi,” you look up with one of those sweet smiles of yours, but redirect your attention to your phone. 

At least you don’t immediately say something like hey, you know that drawing you slid under my door? It was so ugly I threw it away. Since when do you even draw? 

Not that he was worried you would or anything. He hasn’t been thinking about it. Obviously. Why would he? And he knows you would never expect that it’s him; that’s the only reason he did it. He never would have given you the drawing if he thought you could have even the slightest inkling that Logan would be someone who draws. But he still wants to know what you think of it. 

“You want some toast too?” You ask, putting your phone down and turning to get some bread. He sits down at the other side of the kitchen counter and as his eyes flicker to your green drink (he still doesn’t get it), he sees it. 

“Is that–” my drawing, he almost said, “What is that?” He pretends to be confused, drawing his eyebrows together, trying his best to look inquisitive, “No toast by the way, thanks.” 

You have one of those clear phone cases, filled with a bunch of tiny pictures and stickers (and is that your credit card?). But wedged in front of all of those is Logan’s drawing. 

“Did you draw it?” He asks. 

You turn around, giggling, “No, I don’t draw. And anyway, I wouldn’t be drawing pictures of myself. I got it in an envelope under my door yesterday, photocopied it because I was scared it would bend in my phone case. I don’t know who drew it.” 

“Secret admirer?” 

Smiling, you say, “I don’t know. I won’t get my hopes up. But the person must definitely be fond of me to draw me like that.” 

“Like what?” He asks, unsure if he’s about to be offended. 

“I don’t know, just, so beautiful. I’m not saying I’m not pretty or anything, but this looks… I don’t look like that. I wish I did. I can’t believe someone actually sees me like that. It’s stupid but I….” You trail off and, conveniently, the toast is done at the same time and you move on to that. 

But Logan won’t let you, “What’s stupid?” 

You turn towards him with a shy smile, “I’m embarrassed.”

Logan stays silent. He can’t seem too pushy and draw attention to himself, but his silence makes you confess.

“I cried when I first saw it yesterday. It’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever gotten. And it’s the nicest compliment I’ve ever received, for someone to perceive me in such an artistic way.” 

Logan makes a noise of satisfaction and smiles, asking you to pass your phone so he can look at it more – pretending it’s his first time seeing it. If you think that way about it, maybe the three more lines he was going to add aren’t that important after all. 

The problem is that it makes him want to draw more, his stupid heart melting at your reaction to something he made– no, created. 

-

After a week, he figures he has to give in. Drawing another picture of you is on his mind twenty-four seven. 

It doesn’t help that he still catches you staring at the copy of it in your phone case lovingly more than once a day and you’ve put the original drawing in a special little frame on your nightstand. He thinks he’s sappy for drawing it but he doesn’t think the same of you for enjoying the drawing. 

This is for you. It’s not about him. He’s not an artist or anything like that, he’s just doing something kind for someone he cares about (which is honestly sappy enough but he tries to ignore that). He’s usually more of a silent carer but maybe that’s why he likes this. He’s not making it a grand gesture, not making it a thing that he’s the one drawing for you. It’s just for you to enjoy. 

He’ll just make this second drawing and silently put it in your room, and he’s the last person you’ll suspect. 

But of course now that he knows it means something to you, he can’t get anything right. He draws your hair too curly, then not curly enough. He draws your nose too big, then too small. Your eyes end up crooked. He can’t erase too much because it’ll look sloppy, so even the drawing he gets almost perfect, he ruins with a few final additions at the end. 

It takes him an entire month for the next drawing, and it feels more like him that it’s been making him so angry that he couldn’t get it right at first. Maybe he had the wrong picture of artists. They’re always talking about pain, aren’t they, and that’s what he experiences too (over a drawing. Who is he?). 

He takes another few days to keep track of your routine, to monitor when you’ll be in your room. He can’t have it be as close as last time. 

He ends up doing it in the evening. There’s a time after dinner when most of the team stays together to watch tv, just talk, or play some games. It’s normal for some of you to wander off, come back or stick around a bit longer. It won’t be suspicious if he leaves for a few minutes and comes back.

Logan wants nothing more than to follow you when you say that you’re going to your room for the night; he wants to see your reaction. But he can’t. All he can do is go up to his own bedroom fifteen minutes later, lingering in the hallway longer than he needs to.

Just as he’s about to give up and go to sleep, you walk down the hallway, coming back from the bathroom.

“Logan!” you call all excitedly when you see him, and his heart skips a beat. Do you know the drawing is from him? 

“Look,” you take his arm and pull him to your room, “I got another drawing!”

He breathes out in relief; you don’t know it’s from him. He smiles when you hold up the drawing, already framed.

“Were you expecting to get another drawing?” he teases.

“Noo, but the frames came in a pack of two. Isn’t it gorgeous?”

Logan looks at how your eyes sparkle, how proudly you’re showing him this drawing. All the work he put into it was definitely worth it. It’s another picture of your face, this time from a new angle, and with your hair styled differently, curls coiled another way from last time.

Logan clears his throat, remembering to keep up his act. “It looks good.”

“Good?” you take the frame from his hands defensively, “It’s beautiful.”

He chuckles, “Sorry, I don’t know much about this type of thing. It is beautiful though.” He’s looking at you instead of his drawing.

“It is. And you don’t have to know much about art or drawing to see how pretty this is. I still can’t believe someone would take the time to make these for me.”

Logan remains silent instead of saying what he wants to tell you. Of course he would take that time for you – and you don’t even know how much time it really took him. If there’s someone who’s worth it, it’s you.

Seeing your pleased smile at something he made for you, he decides he’s never going to stop drawing you.

-

He’s on a roll for some time. He’s better at drawing again now that he’s getting in practice, and he makes five drawings of you within the next weeks. Logan watches the collection of them on your nightstand grow fuller, along with your smile that somehow gets bigger every time you tell him about a new drawing.

It’s a wonder you haven’t caught on yet, but you don’t seem particularly interested in snooping around to find out who it is. You respect the person’s privacy, but you’ve confessed to him that you’d still love to know. 

“I won’t try to find out who it is. I won’t push it if they don’t want me to know… but, I mean, anyone would want to know, wouldn’t they?”

You’ve adopted the nickname of ��secret admirer’ for this mysterious ‘they’, after Logan used the term about ten times. You were reluctant at first, because the person isn’t calling themself a secret admirer – you’d just be putting words in their mouth. But after seeing how much more beautiful the drawings get each time, you’ve accepted and admitted that, okay, yes, the person must be an admirer.

Your secret admirer Logan is particularly proud of his latest drawing, excited to bring it up to your room tonight. 

But this time he’s sloppy. He’s stayed for a few post-dinner card games with the team, and it’s risky, because you’ve been saying that it’s your last game for the last two rounds. But he also knows that you always say that, and never mean it.

Logan gets up to leave, and he hears Scott convincing you to play just one more round.

It’s stupid, really, risking it like that. Even if he’s gone from your room in time before you come upstairs, you could easily guess that it’s Logan. He’s the first one leaving the round tonight, so your first assumption could be that it was him.

Maybe subconsciously he wants to get caught. He’s seen how you light up at every drawing, and no matter how much you respect your admirer’s anonymity, of course you want to know who’s dedicating so much time and work to drawings of you. Of course it’s crossed your mind that the person isn’t just doing this because they’re a good friend. They’re drawing your face because they think it’s beyond beautiful.

Logan doesn’t really know why he hasn’t told you yet that he likes you. He’s good at flirting, and he’s attractive – he’s not blind. But with you it’s different, there’s a bigger risk, for the both of you. The older he gets, the harder it is to open up to yet another person. You’re friends, and you talk about personal things, but confessing that he’s in love with you is different.

Not to mention this stupid recurring dream he keeps having, in which you find out it’s Logan who’s been drawing you, and suddenly your opinion of the drawings changes. You don’t like him back like that, and suddenly the drawings feel creepy if you think about him staying up late drawing your face.

He rolls his eyes at himself and gets the thought out of his head, taking the small envelope out of the back pocket of his jeans, smoothing his hand over it. He looks around, making sure no one sees him.

Logan bends down to slide the envelope under your door as usual, but one of the corners of the paper catches against the wall, and he quickly opens it to check the drawing isn’t damaged. His heart is beating so fast, he feels stupid. 

He can hear footsteps, still far away, but he can hear them. Logan messily licks the edges of the envelope to close it back up, but it’s not sticking. He can’t decide between shoving it under the door like this or leaving now and bringing it back the next day. He can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage now.

Then he hears it. He miscalculated how far the footsteps were.

“Logan?”

He turns around slowly, and it feels like the world has frozen.

You come closer, looking at him and then at the letter that he must’ve dropped. It hasn’t made it under your door yet.

He says something before you can, “I’m delivering for someone else.”

“Who?” you ask, bending down to pick up the envelope. If he wasn’t petrified, he’d enjoy the view of you bent over in front of him.

He breathes. He can’t have anyone taking credit for his work, for his art (you called it that recently, he would never). But his heart is beating so fast he doesn’t know what the fuck to do or say. 

This is exactly why he never wanted to do any of this. He’s making a fool out of himself and that doesn’t usually happen, especially not over a piece of paper. Logan is confident, cocky even, he can admit that, and has no idea how to deal with things like being nervous; he never has to. This really isn’t him.

You don’t wait for an answer and look at the envelope. You open it so carefully, gently taking the drawing out with your fingertips. You’re treating it with so much care he immediately feels better. Again, this isn’t for him, it’s for you. (Well, it’s for him too but it’ll take him a while to admit that). 

He’s drawn your smile this time. You were happy in most of the drawings before, but he focussed more on the eyes, and your lips only ever tugged up in a slight smile. 

This one is a full-toothed grin, mid-laugh. 

You two were drinking last weekend. He barely felt it but your tipsy, giggly mood was contagious. He couldn’t imagine himself feeling any other way but blissful when you’re happy around him. 

It started when Logan made a casual comment about something silly Scott was wearing that night, and he had you giggling. He wanted to immediately hear that angelic sound again, of course, and so he gave you every joke about your shared friends he could think of – all light-hearted, but he was still glad you two were alone. 

It was the stupidest joke of all that made you really laugh, some dumb comparison between Xavier and Caillou. You probably wouldn’t even giggle at it anymore now, but in the moment it was so funny you almost spat out your drink from the deep belly laugh he drew from you, holding onto his bicep so you wouldn’t fall over as tears formed in your eyes from how hard you were laughing. He wanted to engrave the image on his soul. At least he got your smile on paper.

You look up at him now, eyes filled with tears. 

“You drew this?” you ask.

He nods softly. He can’t say it but he hopes the drawings convey how in love with you he is. 

Suddenly, Logan feels like his heart has stopped beating.

You’re kissing him. 

You’ve leaped up, wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, and now your lips are on his. 

He feels your mouth falter, probably because he’s being a fucking idiot and not kissing you back. Logan places his hands on your waist to pull you further towards him. Then his brain finally catches up and he can do what he’s wanted to for so long. 

He takes your chin with two fingers and angles you so you can kiss him easier. He closes his eyes and revels in the feeling of your soft, warm lips against him. You’re soft and warm all over. Your top has slipped up over his fingertips at your sides, and he slides his hands further around your back to support you against him even better. 

Logan’s tongue pushes at your lower lip, and you let out the sexiest, tiny moan of surprise as you part your lips for him, granting him access. 

His tongue touches the tip of yours and from then on your cravings intensify. You feel your way over his muscular shoulders, his big biceps and over the hard planes of his chest. When you’ve had a good feel there, your hands grip his shirt in desperation and Logan gets even hungrier for you. He gently bites at your lower lip, but then you shriek into his mouth and squirm out of his grasp. He opens his eyes wide. 

You grip Logan’s forearm for support when you bend down in a panic, picking up the drawing you just dropped. You let out a big breath of relief when you see it hasn’t been damaged. 

“You made me drop it!” You slap a hand to his chest; it doesn’t actually hurt and it’s not meant to, but it leaves a pleasant tingle behind instead. 

“I didn’t do anything”, Logan laughs, and you shake your head at him with a smile.

You take him into your room where you make him sit on the bed while you stare at the new drawing in awe. “I didn’t know you draw”, you say without taking your eyes off it.

“No one else knows.”

You pretend to zip your lips, smiling, “It’s our secret.” Logan can tell that you like that. He likes it too. It feels much better to share a secret with you than to be keeping one from you.

“I’ll only draw for you anyway, so there’s no point in telling anyone else.”

“You’re really good. I love the drawings.”

Logan gives a satisfied hum at your words, “You inspired me. Can’t have you walking around all pretty and not expect me to try and recreate it.”

You straddle Logan and hover over his lap to hug him, “They’re the best thing anyone's ever given to me. Do I really look like that?” You say the last question more quietly, and Logan wraps his arms around your sides, careful not to bump your hand that’s still holding the drawing.

“You’re more gorgeous than anything I could ever capture, but I think it comes close. I didn’t change anything about you to make you more beautiful. I couldn’t if I tried. I just tried to draw you as accurately as possible, that’s why it’s so beautiful.”

“I really love it,” you say again, happily staring at the details of the drawing. Hearing you say the word love so much tempts Logan, but he doesn’t want to move too fast. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you. He does, however, want to kiss you again.

Logan carefully takes the framed drawing and puts it on your nightstand. You push your mouth against his before he can initiate the kiss, and he grins against your lips.

You don’t know how to put your feelings into words, so you’re kissing him instead. He pulls you down so that you’re not hovering over but sitting on his lap, and the mood immediately shifts to something different. Logan doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but if you’re ready then he’ll take anything he can get.

Your chest is pressed against Logan’s, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes. You may or may not be pressing your boobs against his body on purpose.

“God, baby, I’ve waited so long for this,” he says, already breathless, as his hands trail down your back, leaving goosebumps behind.

“You’ve waited long?” you raise your eyebrows, grinning, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you.”

You see the look in Logan’s eyes changing as he bites his lip, “Who says I didn’t want the same?”

You giggle, “Why did it take us so long?”

Logan chuckles, readjusting you so that you’re even closer to him, “I was too busy to actually talk to you, just been starin’ at you so I could draw you.” His cheeks have the faintest red tint, and you kiss them, hugging him.

You whisper into his ear, “Then it was worth the wait. And anyway, it’s not talking that I’m interested in right now.”

He pulls you back to look into your eyes, then at your lips. “Where do you want me?” he asks. You giggle slightly helplessly; you weren’t entirely prepared to have a man like Logan at your mercy like this tonight.

“You can do whatever you want,” you say softly, kissing him.

Logan’s lips are hungry against yours, strings of spit falling between you two, but he pauses the kiss to lie you on your back. “Wanna eat you out,” he husks, “Been dying to know what you taste like forever, bub. Can I?” He reaches for the hem of your top, and you nod so that he can pull it off you, admiring what’s underneath. 

“Sometimes I make myself cum imagining that I’m going down on you,” you confess somewhat shyly, but you figure he’s been so vulnerable for you that you can share a secret too.

Logan smirks, and pulls off his shirt, “Maybe we can make your dream come true then.”

You move to sit up, but he insists on eating you out first. You both take off all your clothes, staring at each other with huge smiles on your faces for a few moments. You’ve never seen Logan this happy.

“Look at you, baby. So pretty,” he leans down to kiss your lips, then down your neck, all the way to your legs. He spreads them, lying down between them as he all but drools at the sight of your wet pussy.

You get nervous all of a sudden. “It’s been a while,” you tell him. He looks up, taking your hand, enveloping it completely in his much bigger one.

“You sure about this? We can wait,” he gently kisses your knuckles, and a warmth spreads in your chest, slowing your heartbeat down a little.

“I’m sure,” you nod, and Logan comes up again to kiss you. The head of his hard cock catches against the space above your clit, and you both look down between your bodies. When Logan looks back up at you, his eyes are desperately begging you. You place your hand on his head, threading your fingers through his hair as he moves down your body.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” he mumbles into your thigh, kissing you there. You giggle, getting comfortable, your hand never leaving his hair.

Logan starts eating you out, his tongue gentle but determined against your clit.

“Taste so good, baby. Even better than I imagined.” You hum at Logan’s words, already feeling yourself come undone with his mouth on your wet pussy.

You sink further into the mattress when he starts sucking on your clit, licking into your pussy like a man starved every few moments, and your thighs squeeze around Logan’s head, and it’s even better than in his fantasies.

“Feels really good,” you tell him, pulling on his hair to stop yourself from moving too much, and Logan moans against your skin. Hearing your words motivates him even more, and he pushes two fingers into your wet pussy. He curls his fingers, rubbing up against that spot that makes you see stars.

Your back arches as you cum, Logan’s lips wrapped around your clit as your legs push harder against his head, and all he does is moan, revelling in the feeling.

Logan doesn’t stop licking your pussy until you’re tugging his head away by his hair, and he comes up for air with a grin on his face. You smile back, pulling him up to kiss him. You give yourself only a few seconds of recovery time before you make him sit down. You know you’d never have enough strength to actually make him get into a different position, but he lets you.

You push him onto his back, getting between his legs. You’re blinking up at him all prettily when you ask, “Can I suck your dick? Please?”

Logan huffs to himself because he can’t believe how hot you are, can’t believe that this is really finally happening. He tells you yes – he has no more words to describe how badly he wants this – and he watches you wrap your pretty lips around his cock.

It’s hard to grasp that it’s really you doing this right now – the woman he’s been into for so long. His cock is in your mouth and you look so gorgeous with spit running down from your lips, and all he can think of is all the dirty drawings he can now make of you, if you’ll let him.

He closes his eyes when you take him deeper, enveloping him with your warm, wet mouth. “Good girl,” he whispers absent-mindedly, too gone to say much more.

You’re not using your hands as you suck his cock, your spit trailing down on him, and you’re so eager. But it’s also late, and he sees you getting tired, eyes blinking slower as you pause to catch your breath every few moments. He also sees the determination in your eyes, and the absolute want, but he doesn’t want you to exhaust yourself. 

You look so sexy all fucked out, strings of spit connecting your mouth to his cock as you pull away another time, giggling up at him shyly when you realise that he’s noticing you getting tired.

“Just need a second,” you wipe your mouth, out of breath, and it’s not that you’re not incredibly hot like this, but he still wants to fuck you tonight and he’s not sure that will happen if you keep going.

“C’mere, baby,” he says, reaching out his hand.

“Huh?” you ask, taking his hand nevertheless.

“Get back here, baby. I’m gonna fuck you now, alright? Don’t want you tiring yourself out.”

You let him lift you and put you on your back, but you pout, “Wanna taste you.”

Logan grins, “I’ll cum in your mouth, princess. Promise.”

You smile at his answer, satisfied, so you lie back down, pulling your legs up to your chest. His cock looks huge as he jerks himself off between your legs, rubbing the tip against your clit, making you squirm.

“Don’t know if I can take you,” you bite your lip. You’re not entirely sure if you mean it or not. You definitely want to try.

“We’ll make it fit, baby, we’ll make it fit,” Logan assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth, a mix of your wetness and his precum between your mouths. You feel his cock at your pussy, “You ready?”

“I’m ready,” you nod desperately, letting him push his cock into your pussy. He pauses after a few inches, but you wrap your legs around his waist more tightly, and he goes deeper.

“Y’okay, baby? You can take it, right?”

You nod, unable to form words with your pussy stretched like this, a combination of pleasure and pain between your legs – but it’s infinitely more pleasure.

“That’s right. You’re my good girl, hm?” He kisses along your neck as he bottoms out, and you both moan when he’s got his cock fully stuffed inside you for the first time. He pulls out slightly when you whine at the stretch, but you scratch down his back to get his attention.

“I can take it,” you tell him, and you watch the look in his eyes darken.

He begins to fuck you, the pain subsiding more with every thrust into your wet pussy. You can barely take him, but it feels good. With your slight tiredness, you feel like you’re floating on cloud nine. 

You can’t believe that Logan – your super hot friend Logan who you’ve been fantasising about for so long – is fucking you. He not only feels the same way about you, but he’s been your secret admirer this entire time, taking hours and hours out of his day to make you smile. You’re the only one he wants.

And now he’s fucking you, fucking you well, and you feel so warm inside, not just from the sex but you feel warm in your heart, because of Logan’s care.

“You okay?” he asks, stroking a hand down your face when he notices you’re not entirely present. You nod happily, smiling up at him, and you can’t talk because you feel so good.

“Good, that’s good, bub, but let me know if it gets too much,” he says as he starts rubbing your clit, watches you nod while he’s fucking you so well, and he’s so big and so deep inside of you, “Squeezing me so tight, baby, feel so fucking good.”

You cum suddenly, letting the warm pleasure flow through your body as Logan keeps fucking you through it, rubbing your clit in just the right rhythm.

“That’s my girl, taking it so well,” he moans, breaths stuttering. You slump against the pillow after a few moments, with a soft smile on your face, and Logan pulls out.

“Gonna make me cum, baby,” he jerks his cock, and you sit up on your elbows immediately, looking him in the eyes with a smile as you stick out your tongue for him. He promised.

Logan moans when he cums, painting your face in his release, jerking himself off. He holds your head in place with his other hand, aiming for your mouth but you’re making no effort to catch his cum there.

“Such a pretty fucking face, princess, ’m cumming all over it,” he rasps, shooting more ropes of his cum all over your cheeks, jacking off onto your face.

You open your eyes when he’s done and breathing heavily, and you smile up at him. You open your mouth, taking the head of his cock between your lips to suck off the last drops of cum.

“Look at you, baby. Look so fucking pretty with my cum all over your gorgeous face.”

You hum, pulling your mouth off him and licking your lips, tasting his salty release. You brush a finger over your cheek, sucking it into your mouth to taste him more. Logan kisses you then, the flavour of himself mixing between your mouths.

He cleans you up gently, carefully wiping your face with a baby wipe and kissing every inch of your cheeks afterwards. You take his face to kiss him properly, and if you didn’t seem so tired Logan would be ready for round two immediately.

“Next time you could try to actually cum in my mouth,” you tease, making Logan grin.

“Sorry, baby. Got too excited. Couldn’t focus on asking you again if it was okay.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your lips.

“It’s okay,” you tell him, “I liked it.”

Logan grins, “Oh I could tell you liked it, baby.” You lightly slap his chest as you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.

You cuddle for a while, not saying much because you don’t have to. You’ve both waited for this for so long that you’re just enjoying the moment, enjoying that it finally happened.

You slip out of his arms to sit on top of him. You’re in nothing but panties, the blanket bunching around your hips. You lean your hands against his chest as you tell him more about how much the drawings delighted you. And Logan cares, of course he cares to hear that, but he’s also just a man seeing the woman he’s into naked for the first time still. 

You become quiet when you realise that he’s not listening, and you giggle, “Distracted?”

Logan grins, “Just a little fucking bit, baby.” His eyes don’t leave your body, and you laugh as you bend down to kiss him. He grabs your ass, kneading the flesh. When you slightly sit up again, your tits are near his face, and he can’t help himself. He cups your breasts, playing with your nipples, making you hum.

“I should draw these,” he looks up at you, “Should draw every perfect fucking inch of you.”

“You wanna?” You adjust how you’re seated in his lap, and you feel that he’s already half hard under you again.

“Maybe after I’ve fucked you again.”

You smile, feeling yourself growing wetter on top of him.

“Tomorrow,” he continues, and your smile drops.

“But you’ve got to get more familiar with the inspiration, right? If you’re going to draw me.”

“That’s true, baby. But I think you’re too tired.”

You smile bashfully, ignoring how your eyelids were drooping shut just a few seconds ago, “Okay, but then I’ll have more energy for tomorrow.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiles, pulling you off him to cuddle you again. He tucks you in and kisses your head. 

You turn to your side, taking one of the framed drawings and looking at it for a while. 

Logan watches you looking at it, and the sparkle in your eyes never fails to make him feel all warm inside. “Now that you actually know about it, I don’t have to draw you from memory anymore. I can study my muse in peace.”

“Aww, I’m your muse?” you beam.

“Of course you are, princess. You’re the only reason I’m drawing again.”

“I love your drawings so much.”

Logan clears his throat, and looks at you. “Well, I love you. So, I think that went into them.”

You look at him, pouting and then kissing him. “I love you too,” you say into his mouth. He grins against your lips, pulling you closer to kiss you some more. He can barely grasp that you just said that, but he’ll have enough time soon to comprehend how lucky he is. 

For now, he takes your hand, and asks, “The question might be redundant now, but do you wanna be mine? Be my girlfriend?”

“I’m already yours.”

Logan grins, takes you in his arms, and you’re still cuddling when you’re both drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

P.S. reblog with a comment and let me know your favourite moment/what you liked to get a drawing from Logan under your door tonight and a facial <33

gorgeous divider by @pommecita

[targaryenluvs]

OMG HUNGER GAMES!!!

Can i ask for a finnick odair with a winner female reader who she avoids but he is obsessed with and wants to marry in front of the whole capitol

Some dark-ish fluff

WANT AND DESIRE!

pairings: dark!finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: obession, stalking, nc kissing, forced engagement???

summary: you’d thought you’d escaped the capitol, and to some extent, him, the ever so sweet and charming finnick odair. but it seems your fate had been signed as it seemed you couldn’t get away from him no matter how hard you tried.

a/n: i actual hate writing dark stuff cuz i never know if it’s decent, I DO FLUFF GUYS WE CAN TAKE THAT ROUTE 😭 NOT PROOF READ

you wondered what you were going to get.

all the pastries infront of you were mouthwatering and the aroma had your stomach growling.

“i’d recommend the dark chocolate cakes, they practically melt in your mouth. but maybe something as sweet as you wants a change?” and there it was, the voice and person you’d hoped to avoid. at such a large capitol party your hopes were high but it seemed as if the man had a radar, with your name on it.

“finnick, how are you?” you feigned interest as you turned his way.

“better, now that i’ve seen you.” he beamed at you, undeniably happy. it’s not as if you weren’t interesting at all, or ugly, but you truly had no idea why he was so infatuated with you. you’d never given him any signs, or at least you didn’t think you had, you’d hardly ever talked to him. even if everybody loved him, you could tell something, was off.

“how sweet of you. there are so many people here, best if i try my best to meet as many as possible, have a nice night finnick.” you dismissed him as you placed the cake down, yes it was petty but the fact that he’d suggested eating it deterred you even more-so than it’s insanely sickening contents. “i’ll come with you, the people would love it. the capitols diamond and darling. there’s not a single pair of victors as great of a duo as us sweetheart.”

and as he linked your arms together, you were off. you thought it’d be better to just go with him, stand and smile as he talked. it would give you a slight break at least, but after so much time greeting people your face was threatening to fall apart. so after an hour or so you’d excused yourself to the bathrooms, unknowing of the blonde on your trail.

“are you okay y/n?” finnicks voice asked sweetly as you lowered the towel you were using to pat down your face. “what’re you doing in here? the party’s down stairs finnick.” what did he want? you are so fucking tired of this party and just wanted to leave, you’d been here for hours already, long enough to know that it’d be appropriate to do so. and you may or may not have wanted to put as many kilometres between yourself and finnick. “i just wanted to make sure you were okay, everyone’s asking for us.”

“you, they’re asking for you. i’ve been here for a while, everyone’s seen me. you haven’t, they want you. and if you’d mind letting me exit.” as you tried to move past your wrist was caught in his tight grip. “they want to see us both sweetheart, trust me, we’re much better together. can’t you see? all of the capitol loves us together, even the districts.”

“i don’t care, if i’m going to marry someone it’ll be someone i actually like.” the door slammed shut as you walked away from him. finnick laughed, if there was thing he loved about you, it was your short temper. he walked after you, his hand clutching the velvet box in his pant pocket, he was going to propose one day, why not now?

as you made your way through the place, fake smiles aimed at everyone, finnick caught up to you. “y/n, please.” you turned around, “what? what is it?” you shouted as the party’s attention zeroed in on the two of you. you could her muttering of the people and shuttering of cameras.

this bitch.

he was down on one knee, a huge diamond ring rested in the middle of a box. his eyes glistened, teary eyed. was this dickhead really crying? as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. “finnick-” you warned as you raised your hand, only for him to grab it and pull himself up. people were cheering and clapping as he wrapped his arms around you.

“i have loved you, since the moment i saw you. everything about you is my favourite thing, your smile, your laugh, your eyes- your gorgeous, gorgeous eyes. there’s no part of me that could go on without you. i love you so much sweetheart, so please put me out of my misery and marry me, you’re the only person i could ever imagine myself with.”

say yes!

what a lucky girl!

i knew they’d get together.

the crowd around you egged you on to accept. how could you not? finnick odair, tribute, youngest victor, terribly handsome and the capitols darling. a catch in everyone’s eyes but they couldn’t be further from the truth. a man who’d purposefully proposed infront of the capitol, knowing you could never say no. god knows what snow would do to you, let alone the capitol for breaking their favourites heart. you weren’t worried for yourself too much, you’d been a hollow shell ever since your games, but your family? your parents and siblings didn’t deserve to be killed.

“i know you’re in shock sweetheart, but i’ll take that as a yes.” finnick kissed your forehead and then slid the ring onto your finger.

the crowd is deafening and the flashes blinding.

and as he kissed you again, you couldn’t help yourself from crying. as everyone viewed it as tears of joy for being in love but you knew the truth about finnicks love for you. there was none.

just want and desire.

[ggyurae]

when it’s one-sided.

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader

genre: angst

summary: you should have moved on

You have always known the fact that he’s far too good for you— incredibly smart, charming, kindhearted, a gorgeous man who constantly looks out for his friends and anyone he meets, family person— always treats his family members well, loves cooking and is very good at it, holds no grudges even when his friends pulled multiple pranks on him, talks sweetly to animals, smiles so pretty with his little fangs out, and well— basically almost beyond perfection.

Almost, because the one thing that makes him slightly less attractive is his undying crush on his senior.

And he likes to make it obvious.

“What do you think?” You blank. Then there’s a small sigh from the right side of your seat and a knowing look from your close friend, Seungkwan. “I wish I never introduced him to you. You’re always looking at him.” He complains with a whine, and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t be dramatic. I don’t do that.” You try to deny, but your friend knows you better than your mother does. You give him a harmless pinch on his arm when he made his disgusted face upon hearing your words. You both know the truth.

But Seungkwan also knows something that you might not want to know. As a friend, though, he cannot keep any secrets. Especially if it involves your feelings. He glances at his friend who’s now laughing with Wonwoo, his roommate, and focuses his gaze back at you, his voice lowering to almost a whisper. He looks rather concerned. “Have you.. heard about it?”

You look back at him with a brow raised, clueless. “About what..?” Then you see how troubled he wanted to open his mouth, the short pause in his response and the weird, ugly feeling that’s slowly approaching as Seungkwan takes more time to form his sentence. You start feeling anxious as you wondered why your friend struggled to tell you— did Mingyu get into a nasty fight? Did he get any trouble and get caught? Does he want to move out to another country and leave all of you here? Or maybe he—

“They’re dating.“

Oh.

And your mind stops working for a minute. You don’t know how to process that information as you lost all abilities to function, eyes staring nothing, your mouth opened but no words coming out.

Numb. You feel strangely numb.

After a few moments though, it starts sinking in. Your chest feels tight, heavy and has little space for you to breathe. Seungkwan notices the shift in your reactions and panics, immediately regretting his decision to reveal the news. “Shit, hey— are you okay?”

“Y—yeah, good.” You stammer, blinking rapidly. That’s embarrassing. “It’s fine. I’m.. I’m fine.” You respond with a shaky laugh and a small wave as a sign to dismiss your little overreaction. Seungkwan wants to argue but his guilt eats him up more. His eyes soften as he apologizes. “I’m really sorry. I thought sharing this to you would help you to.. you know.”

You know. You do. You were supposed to move on way before this could happen. When Mingyu stopped making small conversations with you weeks ago, when Mingyu no longer offered, which he absolutely didn’t have to, to help you with your assignments, when Mingyu started replying late, when Mingyu did not look at you excitedly when you arrived at your friends’ usual place, when Mingyu didn’t give you random compliments about your basic outfits, which was the same boring style that definitely needs an upgrade.

When he stopped doing these little things that used to make you feel special, as if you were more than a— what? What exactly were you to him? Sure, your friends are also his friends but that does not equate to you having a close friendship with him like the others. But there was something unspoken that only the two of you knew. It lingers when he’s close, makes your heart jumps when you stand near him, and it’s warm all over your cheeks when he starts speaking to you. You could count the times you two verbally interacted, which was not a lot, but you treasured the moment every single time. You always sleep with the biggest smile on your face after talking to him.

Seungkwan is right. You’ve always looked at him. Mingyu would sometimes lock his pretty eyes with yours too. You would blush immediately and he would smile wider, proud that he’s caught you staring at him again. But now he smiles at his phone instead. Probably due to his crush girlfriend’s texts.

“Has it been long?” You don’t want to know, your heart hurts thinking about him, yet you found yourself asking for more details. You just missed him that is all, and want to gather as much information as possible through his friends since you two barely interacted. You blame it on your introverted, shy, delusional self. Things wouldn’t end up this way if you acted normal, if you stopped yourself before getting so invested.

Seungkwan can hear the difference in your voice. He has witnessed some of the worst times in your life. Was there to calm you through your emotional breakdowns, there to lend you his shoulder for you to cry on, cuddling you to sleep when your pet died, volunteered to cook for you even when he has no skills, took care of you when you had a bad fever. So when you constantly torture yourself with the thoughts of him, even when Mingyu is also one of his friends, it pains him.

“No, let’s not do this anymore. Stop hurting yourself, please.” He gently takes your palm into his and rubs soothing circles against the skin. You look up to find Seungkwan smiling gently. “Come, let’s go out and eat. I’ll treat you this time.”

You hum with a grateful smile and spend one last glance at Mingyu as your friend drags you out.

He still does not look back.

[izvmimi]

cw: selfship-coded. part 2 of a sort to this meet-ugly. reader is a doctor and knows nami from her past.

“So what you mean to tell me right now is that you’re calling me when the medicine floor is full to bursting to admit a… reindeer to the hospital?”

You keep your voice neutral and professional as you talk through the transponder snail, who has picked up the characteristic protruding ears of one of your closest friends and coworkers.

“It’s complicated.”

You grimace.

“I’m not a vet, bestie, and neither are you.”

Your friend pauses on the phone for a moment, and you can tell the full force of the ridiculousness of the situation has finally hit him, but there was desperation in his voice, so you bite your lip, waiting for his response before you agree to go see his patient. Hopefully, it won’t take too long, you think, given that you’re alone managing the unit for the rest of the day.

Out of kindness, you sent your intern home early about an hour ago, thinking that today would shape up to be a quiet Sunday, possibly a piss poor decision. Things are still relaxed however, and as you gather up your things to leave the workroom, you listen intently to the rest of your friend’s report before you formally take a look at the purported animal patient. 

“Its friends say that it apparently has a more human form, even if it looks the way it does today?”

Human form? “You think it’s Zoan Devil Fruit maybe?”

You’re marching down the stairs, almost tripping on the last two, when he replies, “Typically they revert to their human forms when they’re sick though, this looks like the opposite.”

“Humans are animals, too, I guess,” you muse. He doesn’t answer immediately, and you hear a sudden commotion in the background. 

“Shit, gotta go,” he offers and he’s immediately off, and you watch the Transponder Snail stop responding. Setting it down at a nurse’s station in the emergency department, you locate the bay you were told to check in and find a bunch of people huddled, but not resuscitating, a few nurses clearly idling and chatting. 

Pushing through gently until you can introduce yourself, you give your name, 

“Hi, I’m Dr. ___”-

And before you can even pull back the curtain, the first person you see is not the reindeer that is sprawled out, eyes closed but still breathing with a steady, stable rhythm, but one of the most memorable people from your childhood’s striking tangerine hair, and you lose your breath temporarily. 

“No fucking way,” she says, rising, and you, also shocked, in her all the memories of the past you try so hard to erase in your day to day, rushing back, until she throws her arms around you, and you throw your arms back around her. 

She’s supposed to be in disguise, and later she’ll admit to you that it’s because she has a terribly large bounty on her head, but you don’t forget a face, especially around the eyes. 

Even if it’s been years and years.

Sniffling, you pull away and thank her, before turning your attention to the bonafide reindeer - admittedly the cutest one you’ve ever seen - with a high fever sitting in front of you.

“Hey, Nami… tell me everything you know about him,” you say, your voice warm and thankful. “And let’s catch up later.”

—

“You know, part of me always wondered what became of you.” Nami states, once the three of you have been situated in a proper hospital room, an IV drip started by a somewhat reluctant nurse while other floor nurses and staff peer curiously through the window. You smooth the wrinkles in your scrubs and smile at her again, taking in the fact that the last time you saw each other you were just on the verge of turning 14, and you’d been trying to help her store a load of jewels she’d swiped from a jewelry store.

It was the second to last time you ever used your Devil Fruit powers for wrongdoing, and you try not to think about the true last time. 

“I didn’t really imagine you’d become a doctor after all that,” Nami teases.

“It’s in my blood apparently,” is your simple response, one that warrants elaboration in the future. You tap the tubing of the IV and take another look at the young deer-man before you, who Nami says is named Chopper, pressing a finger to his calf to check for leg swelling briefly, then look back at her. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m a pirate now.”

You blink.

“I thought you hated pirates.” Your voice has softened into a whisper.

Nami smiles, the kind that seems to hold back a story that is far too grand to share all at once.

“And I thought you were a drug smuggler,” she says, with a wink. Your mouth opens and closes for a moment, and you say nothing else. Now is not the time really to explain how you got out of that situation, the least of all reasons because there could be prying eyes. 

Changing the subject quickly, and also due to curiosity, you sit down ahead of her and ask for her to share to avoid having to spill your own dirty laundry, and your scheme works, as Nami recounts her years since the two of you parted ways and the pirate crew she’s grown to know and love.

And you hear one name more frequently than all the rest.

—

You take care of Chopper for three days and match a few more names to faces - Sanji, who somehow manages to toe the line of sexual harassment with all the nurses but never actually tips over it and Usopp who you wish would talk less and listen more. You have to admit that there’s a charm to the two of them that complements Nami well, even if she seems to be yelling at them half the time, and your talks with Chopper during rounding are fascinating as soon as he gets better. After the initial shock of a talking animal, you find that he is highly intelligent (probably more so than you), very susceptible to praise and also very kind. 

Linking the four together is that same quality, kindness.

—

“Don’t you think maybe you’re trusting me a bit too much?” you muse, your thumb running the rim of a cocktail while Nami sips on her own drink, and Chopper a glass of freshly squeezed juice. “You do have insane bounties on your heads and I might not be the same person you met years ago.”

“I doubt you’ve changed,” Nami says somewhat confidently. She looks around at the tavern, and with the lack of wanted posters on the walls anywhere and the relative reclusiveness of this town, her guard is down. She leans in. “Unless you’ve set us up already, and in that case perhaps I’d have to kill you.”

There’s a short pause, and the two of you burst into laughter, even if Chopper for a moment looks between the two of you with a mild concern.

“I’m glad you came with me today though, because I haven’t been here in a week since there’s a weird guy I’ve been trying to avoid here and I was starting to miss the food.”

Nami’s eyebrows raise.

“Oh, what does he look like?” 

“Like average height, dressed like it’s summertime, and-” you pause and duck.

Speak of the devil.

“Ugh, he’s here,” you whisper from practically under the table. Nami takes a look back, and to your horror she waves.

And her illustrious captain and your meet ugly collide into one person with a big wide smile.

“Great to see you again!”

It finally occurs to you that the names were the same - Luffy.

[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)

• Characters: Haley, fem!Farmer

• Genre: fluff

• Warnings: none

Sfw-Alphabet

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Affection: (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Haley is hella affectionate. Will always seek body contact by holding your hand, placing her hand on your thigh when sitting together, hugs, etc. Will run you a hot bath after a long day on the farm. And she absolutely loves to do your hair.

Beauty: (What do they find especially attractive about you)

The fact that you didn’t got irritated by her mean behavior really caught her.

She took glimpses at your body here and there since the day you moved to pelican town and really likes how toned it is from all the heavy work you do.

Comfort: (How do they comfort you? How do you comfort them)

Lots of cuddles!

Dreams: (How do they imagine their future with you)

She really likes the thought of becoming a stay at home mum and do chores around the house to help you. Since she met you the farm live grew really attractive to her and she wants to grow old with you there until your children or grandchildren maybe take over the farm like you did for your grandpa.

Ending: (How would they break up with you)

She would try to hide her tears and go back to her bitchy behavior but she wouldn’t be able to hide her shaky voice.

Fight: (How are they during an argument)

Oh fighting with her is a real pain in the ass. She’s so sassy. She will apologize properly in every way possible after tho ;)

Gentle: (How gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

Beside her being her sassy self sometimes she is very gentle. She is an angel around you and your kids.

Hugs: (Do they like hugs?What are their hugs like?)

She loves hugs. I see her with her arms wrapped around your neck, pouting when you let go of her again.

I love you: (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took a bit for her to accept the fact that she is in love with a woman, since she thought she’s straight for her whole life. But as soon as she knew that you’re the one she told you.

Jealousy: (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Haley gets jealous very easily. Well, she’s with the hottest and kindest woman on earth, of course she thinks everyone wants you. Main reason for your fights. Please reassure her, it really bugs her.

Kisses: (Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Loves kisses on her lips and neck. Make it a bit more sensual and you have her melting in your hands.

Loves to kiss your lips.

Little ones: (How are they around children?)

Haley may seem cold with other children but with yours? She’s a different person. She’s a wonderful mother.

Marriage: (Do they want to marry?)

Absolutely! Wants a classical, big, white wedding.

Nicknames: (How do they call you)

Baby, Honey, Dear, any sweet name you can think of honestly.

Open: (When would they start revealing things about themselves)

Rather quickly. She feels that she can trust you.

Patience: (How easily angered are they)

Can get pissed quickly but will apologize right away.

Quizzes: (How much would they remember about you)

She will remember especially stuff you like. Your favorite shampoo, favorite scent, all the stuff that makes you feel good

Romantic: (Are they romantic)

Yes, very.

Security: (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Sometimes she wants to lock you inside the house when you pass out in the mines again. She’s always dead worried when she gets a call from Harvey or Marlon in the middle of the night.

You would probably throw hands if anyone would threaten Haley.

Try: (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Haley puts so much effort in literally anything she provides for you. Anything for the love of her life.

Ugly: (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Her bitchy moods.

Vanity: (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very. It’s Haley we’re talking about.

Whole: (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It would be pretty hard for her to move on and even when she’s over it your memories together would always have a very special place in her heart.

Xtra: (A random headcanon for them.)

Buys regularly Dessous to surprise you with them.

Yuck: (What are some things they wouldn’t like)

When you flirt with anyone else, even if you don’t mean it.

Zzz…: (Some of their sleeping habits)

Sleeps best when you two cuddle, even if it’s summer. Her mouth hangs slightly open when she sleeps.

[golvio]

Still thinking about the stark contrast between the general grim, highly-restrained stoicism of TotK Ganondorf’s human form compared to the exaggerated, rapidly shifting moods of “Yippee! :D Whee!! :DD Wahoo!!! :DDD *does a cute little backflip*” and “YOU STOP RUINING MY FUN RIGHT NOW OR I WILL THROW A BIG DIVO TEMPER TANTRUM AND WRECK EVERYTHING!” of his Demon King form.

Guy’s pretty obviously repressed as hell, and I think that’s one of the reasons he always goes off the rails the second he gets a chance to step out of his ceremonial One Special Man role. However, the fact that what he’s repressing feels so…childish, even the violent parts…I’m wondering if the guy ever got the chance to be a child when he was actually little.

Maybe he got yelled at and punished for making simple inexperienced baby mistakes the way Zelda was because he was under similar pressure to Fix Everything and symbolically parent all his adult subjects/family members as a Symbol of Hope that could soothe their fears and anxieties on-demand. (Not to mention Buliara’s mom raised a bit of a red flag about authoritarian parenting styles being common in Gerudo military families). Only instead of just suppressing everything and standing perfectly still and quiet in public while floundering in private like Zelda did, he got extremely skilled at convincing the people around him he was the mature, unflappable, strong, comforting, and eternally available collective cultural father-figure who’d guide them out of the hard times they were trying to hammer him into.

Only…that wasn’t real personal development, only the illusion of development. He encased his true personality in the superficial shell of the sexy manly-man hero that everyone wanted him to be. The second he was able to emerge from that shell without anyone being able to punish him for it, that inner traumatized little jerk immediately started lashing out in revenge at the people who held him to such an impossible standard in an effort to finally feel in control of his own life. It’s like a former child star melting down upon entering adulthood after being denied agency and independence by the studio they’re contracted with and their financially profiting family for so long, only with magic and the forsaking of one’s own humanity involved.

That underlying theme of metamorphosis throughout the game, echoed in Kotlin’s “dream,” could’ve been capitalized on here. The people loved the shiny gold cocoon the weak, helpless larva formed, begging it to never emerge so they could enjoy its beauty forever. But he knows, he knows that if he never breaks open the shell encasing him, he’ll die before he ever gets the chance to unfurl his wings. The form they love is incomplete, shallow, temporary. He’ll die if he can’t discard it. He would rather be alive and horrible to behold than dead and perfect. The people will hate what emerges from their jewel, but in this new shape he can sting and bite back, so let them hate him.

But, also, just…could you imagine if we had a chance to meet The Cocoon and the people who worshipped it, saying how much they love their king while knowing absolutely nothing about him, only to find out he had his own “secret sanctuary” much like Zelda did? Somewhere we could glimpse the soft, hungry insect of his soul that yearned to break free? What we’d see in the pieces of his secret joys scattered around and the scratches of his notes would be something ugly, bitter, childishly self-centered, yes. But in there would also be real passion, real feeling, a real life desperate to finally live that would make the handsome shell brandishing a sword feel hollow, uncanny, and downright off-putting by comparison.

[sleepytime-fics]

Whatever You Do, Don't Get Attached - Chapter 3

Warnings: N/A

Summary: You just wanted to get through the day. Why did your friends dare everyone to try that fruit?

Maybe it had chemicals that made you hallucinate. Yeah, that has to be right. There's no way that you're in a kids show about mutant turtle teens that just so happen to be trained in ninjitsu. Yeah. Definitely.

But life liked to throw curveballs at you. And now you're stuck. Now all you have to do is not get attached. Because they're not real.

And maybe.... You're not real anymore, either...

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The fact that the kid from school didn’t run away screaming was very, very strange to April.

Actually, the more that April thought about it, they were pretty strange in general. Not to be offensive, of course. But it was strange enough to have April wondering about them while laying on her bed, instead of doing her homework.

…

Those brutes were kicking their butts, and everyone knew it. Leo was on the ground, Mikey and Raph were all beaten up, and Donnie was still smashed into the rubble. But worst of all, they were all coming for the weird little dog thing that April was currently carrying.

Backing away, April kept her gaze on the strange armored men. What surprised her, though, was when one of them turned around to grab something.  She tensed up, afraid of what it could possibly be.

Ew! No, it was wriggling! No way she was dealing with that, nope! April narrowed her eyes, and grimaced as it slowly came into the light. It was… fuzzy? No, wait, that’s rope. Did they have some wild, rabid animal? Oh, they were done for. She held the creature tighter, anticipating to get mauled by a small bear or something when she got a clearer sight of it.

Wait… that’s not a bear!

oh.

oh.

That’s a person. Phew. Wait…

They had a person?!

April gasped loudly, flinching as the person was knocked unconscious by a large fist to the head. 

“Uhh… Guys?! I think we have another problem!” She alerted the others,slowly backing away. If they didn’t hesitate to knock someone out, would they hesitate with the rest of them?

“I swear if there’s another- HOLY TRUFFLE MAC AND CHEESE!” Donnie exclaimed as he sat up slowly. He grimaced, noticing how the person hung limp over the shoulder of one of the brutes.

“Huh…? Oh, they’ve got a human… Nice…” Leo muttered out, winded from his crashing onto the ground.

“THEY’VE GOT A WHAT?!” Raph exclaimed suddenly, springing to his feet before immediately falling over again. Mikey quickly followed suit, but he managed to stay balanced.

“It is simple. Give us little creature. If yes, we only smash you eh… tiny bit!” The first brute offered, holding up his thumb and pointer finger a small distance from each other to emphasize. “But not, we smash you large bit! And tall creature, too.” He continued, making his hand into a crushing fist. The group gulped, now more intimidated than ever. Except for Leo, who was still a bit loopy.

“Man… they are ugly.” The aforementioned turtle chuckled, making everyone’s attention turn to him. Including the brutes. Gulping, he tried to himself as he attempted to slink away. Unsurprisingly, the brutes began to march towards him. Looks like Leo wasn’t escaping their beatings this time.

…

April sighed, rolling over in bed. Leo had complained the entire time she saw him the next day. She was going to mess those brutes up the next time she saw them. And not to avenge Leo, no, but for putting her through all of his wailing.

She pulled out her phone, sighing as she opened up Leo’s contact. He may be more annoying than a toddler who got told that they couldn’t call Dora the explorer, but she did care about him and his well being.

She quickly typed up a question to Leo, asking him how he’s doing. She chuckled to herself, feeling a bit of amused pity for the brothers. If she was only there for a few hours, how would Mikey, Raph, and Donnie be doing?

As she sent her text, a cyan-cased phone pinged with a new text.

…

Leo had finally begun to rest, something he was quite eager to get. But when his phone buzzed, he groaned as he reached over to see who texted him. He blinked a bit in surprise when he saw April’s contact… he thought her sleep schedule was better than his.

4th Month: Your shell still messed up? April asked him, letting a small chuckle escape him. He situated himself on his bed, quickly typing up a reply: Nothing I can’t handle. Just the cost of being a hero

Leo sighed, lowering his phone. He had been a hero today, right? Or was it just that strange cat-dog thing? He liked to think that he helped save that person… Why else would they help him?

…

"We can still catch these lame-o paper crooks, and be heroes." Leo said, trying to convince his brothers. He could tell that they were discouraged, and it was reasonable, they had just gotten beaten by the lamest thieves around. But they couldn’t just give up so easily! He couldn’t let them. He gulped a bit, wondering for a moment on what he could do next.

"He's uhh… he's right, you know…" A voice suddenly spoke up. He looked over in the direction of the voice, and blinked in surprise as he noticed the person they had saved from the other day was… still there? They had seemed pretty afraid of them back then, were they only shaken up a bit?

"Just because you failed one time, doesn't mean it's over…You still have another chance. Don't let failure hold you back… ya'know?" They continued, looking a bit nervous. So, he was right, they’re still scared. But as he looked closer, they didn’t actually seem afraid of them… so what was it? He at least felt a bit better about that.

"Well, that's going to be hard, that was the last paper store in town." Donnie muttered from behind him, making Leo’s attention turn back towards his brother. Slowly, he gained a smirk as he got another idea.

"Hmmm or… was it?" He said, going into that classic thinking position.

"Yeah it was uhh, I literally just said that." Donnie said, making Leo playfully roll his eyes.

“Well, I think we could change that.” Leo crouched down to the ground, closer to Donnie and Raph as they sat on the ground. He waved Mikey over, and was yet again surprised as the new person followed behind his little brother. Nonetheless, he huddled his brothers together.

As he explained his plan, he couldn’t help but notice how the new person didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.

…

Leo was brought back to reality as his phone pinged with a notification. Checking it again, he saw that April had replied to him.

4th Month: Oh yes, that seems so stressful. Go get your well earned beauty sleep, oh great hero

Leo smiled, reacting to the text with a thumbs up before turning his phone off again. Maybe he should try and sleep again.

woops surprise update! (its an intermission because its all i wanna do rn)

Taglist (ask to be added!):

@chop-zulyzulyyy

[winwintea]

i saw all neos except wishies in irl, for me jaemin, jisung and winwin are the members who look most handsome in irl and in photos same time, especially in la kcon when winwin came to section and watched taemin's performance with us, I was shocked because cameras don't give him justice, ik he's still pretty in photos, but in irl really, i couldn't look other wayv members or other kpop idols he is insane, no wonder nct members want that cookie so effing bad, people generally don't talk but jisung is really so handsome, maybe my i just have a style but these two in irl have the insane face card i ever seen. also some members really has no aura in irl they only look good in photos, not ugly but definetly not that handsome.

NDJSJSJ IVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE IRL 😠😠😠

i lowkey agree anon and everyone has their own opinions on this

my list would be yours plus xiaojun and yushi

although i’ve never seen them in person i can point out that every member has their own like distinct feature that sets them apart from each other.

jaehyun bro his skin is super clear and his eyebrows are really straight so that’s why people like to compare him to the mfing roblox face

chenle has such an incredibly sharp jawline it’s crazy how smooth it is. like i want that. his face may not be up to beauty standards in asia but his jawline definitely makes up for that fact

ten has such a nice looking nose bridge i’m honestly so jealous 😔 he also really looks like a cat with his half moon eyes.

haechan’s skin tone is so pretty (fuck u sm stop whitewashing him)

taeyong’s eyes are HUGE like damn he’s so cute 😭

johnny has really pretty lips like they’re upturned and really nice to look at (😔 i’m just a girl)

yuta technically has a face card but his jawline is more box-like shaped? but i think his face card really stems from his rbf but his smile is super pretty

doyoung has nice lips as well kinda similar to johnny’s and he has gorgeous almond eyes

jungwoo has super full lips. he doesn’t really have very distinct features that are all that striking in comparison to others in 127, but his features are more soft in comparison to everyone else which is like. a change from the striking face card the group keeps serving bruh

mark and his mfing cheekbones bRO WHAT THE HELL

kun’s chin is slightly rounded if you look closely at it

i could yap about the rest. BUT i wanna yap about the others

for a deeper analysis of jaem, ww, and jisung, xj:

xj - this bitch is literally all angles. all the perfect angles he has like the most crazy model face ever. cupids bow with those thick ass eyebrows high cheekbones, angled jaw, curved lips. he is the full face card king

ww - his cheekbones are really defined, i think that’s why people often compare him to mark. his lips are small but they’re full and his noise is pointy. his eyes are cat-like as well (in my opinion) people like to point out his hears and how he looks like an elf but really i don’t find ears that attractive to think or look about 💀

jaem - his nose is very straight (aka he got that sharply inclined nose bridge), v-lined jawline, his eyes are huge and the double eyelids help them stand out more which helps to his appeal, his lips are more thin but they’re heart shaped

jisung - he doesn’t have double eyelids, which makes his eyes sometimes look slimmer. people in asia usually like bigger eyes, but i think the slimness makes him more attractive, his nose and lips are very similar to jaem’s, but jisung has a very soft masculine look to him in my opinion?

[slashingdisneypasta]

Otis B Driftwood x Wife!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: *This is the same world as This oneshot (The one where you visit him in jail and find out how Foxy can break him out. There are details that are in that one that I changed for this one, though, like how exactly you and Otis got married). Anyway anyway- This is 3 times that Otis calls you. He’s truly in love with you, in one of them.

Now read through and guess which one it is.

Warnings: Otis, Baby, talk of dicks, death of canon character, gore mentions, etc.

the first time

“Hello??” Who could be calling you at this time of the night?? Why did you even pick up? You’re in no state to talk to people, its nearly bedtime! Giving a sigh, you plop down onto your bed, ankle under your butt and the other hanging just a few inches off the carpet.

“… “At first its only breathing that you hear. Heavy, gross breathing so close to the phone that you can’t help imagining the feeling of whoever’s breath directly in your ear. It’s truly an unpleasant sound, and gets your heart racing. You’re about to tell whoever-it-is that this is not funny and goodnight- when there’s a giggle.

A high, girly sound that surely does not come from the breather. You feel for sure, like the breather is a man. Besides, the giggle is muffled, and a little farther away, and it flutters over the top of the breathing- they happened at the same time. So they couldn’t be from the same person.

You’re stretching your lips downwards into a frown, deeply bothered by all this and wondering what the hell is happening- when the giggler speaks up. You can’t hear her fully, she’s too far away from the phone and too quiet, but whatever she says is lyrical… creepy. Like a fricken dolly. You manage to catch words like mama and wife but you only feel more concerned, and unnerved.

“… Hi??” You greet again, forcefully- forcing every bit of fortitude you have into your voice. You want to scare them off, make them hang up on you. After all the last thing you need is for idiot prank callers like this to think you’re an easy scare; That’s just asking for trouble. They’ll never stop fucking calling. “Didja need something???”

“Heheh… maybe, bitch. Watcha got??” The voice startles you, responding all of a sudden. And it’s certainly no kid or dumb teenager, either, which is concerning. Your heart skips a beat, thinking about how to respond.

“Uh- “

“’Uhh’- ‘uhh’- ‘uhh’,” He taunts you, letting out a nasty sounding cackle along with woman with him. “You know, you’re not great at phone calls lady.”

Your face is red, your body rigid as you’re embarrassed by the creepy phone call. “I’m sorry, who the hell are you?” You snap, fingers not holding the phone digging into the edge of your mattress.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know? All you gotta know, is I’m right outside.” … Everything slows down around you, it seems when you hear that. You carefully get up off the bed, as silently as possible, and look out the window. “And I have a gnarly fucken machete so don’t go and do anything stupid like call any pigs over- in fact, why don’t you stay on the phone, with me? Just while we find a way into your crappy little home.”

“… A-and, uh… “Still peering out the window for any sign of movement, though you’re thoroughly rattled by the strangers words, you take a deep breath and straighten your back a bit; For confidence. Because fuck, do you need it now. “… Why should I believe you? You could be a filthy liar. You’re probably sittin’ in some basement jacking off to this.”  

“Ha ha, well I aint really the lyin’ type, bitch. I’ll give you the nasty, ass-ugly truth! Like, ah, for example- “You can practically hear the big, fowl grin spread across the man’s face. “Those blue pyjama’s you got on- they’re not flattering.” As your heart sinks down to your feet like a cold, heavy stone and you touch at the bottom of your blue pyjama top in total horror, the man gives another off-putting chuckle. “… why dontcha take ‘em off? Gimmie a show, before we- what?!? No, Baby, let me the fuck go. I’m not gonna- not her, okay? Next-fucken-time, alright? Okay?? Now- “Suddenly he’s talking to whoever’s with him, and you’re terrified but you take the opportunity to leave the window - hoping that he’s looked away from it to snap at her, - and slip out of your bedroom. You manage to lock your back door while the too creeps bicker.

“You said that about the lasssst oneeee Otis! Just take this one! You know mama’ll be happy!”

“I don’t fucken care! I’m not getting’ married to this bitch!”

“Yes! You! Are, Broo!”

“Shut the fuck up, you’re not the boss of me. Go break into the fucken house already. Go.”

As you’re just reaching for the front door to make sure its already locked, the two stop their arguing on the other end of the line. It makes you feel cold, and worried. Straightening up and holding the phone to your ear with both hands, you take a look around you- hoping to god that they aren’t inside already.

Your heart’s pumping in your ears and suddenly the phone clicks in your ear- he hung up. As you continue to peer around your immediate person, just waiting for something to be out of place- for one of them to jump out at you- you dumbly forget to arm yourself. So when a gangly feral man with long, scraggly hair and a damp red flannel rushes at you and grabs you, you just scream.

You try to throw the phone hard in his face but he catches your wrist and yanks both arms behind your back; wrapping one hand around both your wrists. “Sto- “

“It’s too late for that, cutie-pie!~ “ A woman appears next- pretty as hell but with eyes so utterly crazy that they actually make you wanna shrivel back into the man. “But don’t worry!!~ You get to live, you lucky duck!… actually you get to be part of the family! How great’s that right??”

Then a grizzly-looking machete with dried blood on it and who-knows-what else, too, caresses the delicate skin of your throat- the man’s horrible, hot breath really in your ear, now. “… scream, and it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Trust me, I’m itching to use this thing on you- so don’t fucken test me.”

“… we’re gonna be sisters, babe!~ I never had me a sister, before~~ “ The girl wrenches your attention away again from the man, picking up a piece of your hair and twisting it around her finger. She flashes you the most childlike, bright-eyed smile you’ve ever seen on a grown woman and holds up her other hand in front of your face- the pointer finger and the index finger curled around eachother. “We’re gonna be like this.”

What… the fuck… is she talking about? Suddenly the man whirls you around to face him and you get to focus on all his… gross-ness, in full-focus. When he gives a grin doubly as fowl as you imagined he would have and rears in close enough for you to smell him utter horror at what’s happening, what the girl means, dawns on you. She called him her brother- she was saying their mama wanted him to find a wife- you and her are going to be sisters-

He grabs your face; long strong, grubby fingers tight on your jaw to hold your head still and close.

His terrifying eyes, devils’ eyes you think, leer at you from head to foot and it actually feels as if he’s taking his nasty, diseased tongue and running it all over you. Over your skin and your clothes- everywhere. “… yeah. I guess you’ll fucken do.”

the second time

Your phone rings while you’re going through all your books one night, deciding which to keep and which to send to away to the op shops and it’s a really terrible and heartbreaking process, so you pick up the phone- any excuse to put off deciding which books to get rid of is a good one.

Though… when you immediately recognise the voice on the other end of the line you do give thought to hanging up and getting on with it. Surely throwing out some books will be less painful than a conversation with the husband you just helped break out of prison. He can only be calling to give you grief, you think, considering all the things he could have to say. ‘He’s been caught and they’re coming for me’, or ‘He needs a place to hide out so he’s bringing his crazy siblings and himself to stay at my place’, or something equally as unacceptable.

Sighing though instead of hanging up, you pick up a few books you know you don’t want anymore and put them away neatly in the big cardboard box you swiped from work and wrote ‘Op Shop’ on. “… how’s freedom treating you, sweetheart?”

The word comes out sickly sweet off your tongue, and it makes him chuckle- the sound rough and asthmatic, now. It’s been a long time since you heard the ghastly thing for the first time, and he has not taken care of himself or his lungs since then.

Though… he did look good in prison. Or- better. Better! Better than usual, you mean. Which really isn’t saying much! … Considering he usually looks like a Templeton the Rat kinnie after several decades held in Azkaban prison, typically.

“Aww, pretty good honey, pretty good… thanks for that, by the way.”

Oh no- “Thanks for nothing. “You snap immediately, tucking away some more books into the box a little too roughly. “I didn’t do a damn thing. That was all Foxy. In fact- I have no idea what you mean, who you are, or that this conversation ever happened. Kapeesh?” A.K.A- Plausible deniability- kapeesh??

“Yeah, yeah, I got ya… listen,” Good, he gets it. But you dread to know what he wants to tell you, now.

“… Oh god, is it another woman?” A little smirk flickers at the corners of your lips. It’s so easy to tease him when he’s not within your general vicinity holding a knife, and you love it. It’s definitely dumb, and cowardly, but… you were forced to marry the lovechild of a sewer rat and a garden gnome- you’ll take what you can get. It’s like therapy. “If so… well, it’ll be hard, but… I guess I release you from our marriage. I’ll cry for weeks, but, your happiness is the most important thing to m-”

“I’m standin’ right outside your ugly fucken house, bitch.”

That wipes the smugness right off your cheeks and you look up and around, to the nearest window. “What?” … a trickling of evil cackling through the phone alerts you to the fact that he was lying, and your heart beats loudly in your chest as you calm back down. “… damnit… “

“Ahh… You are gullible! But no. I’m far, far away right now, which has gotta suck for you- we all know how much you like choking on my wrinkly old dick. Aanyway- “Eugh, the thought of Otis’ ‘wrinkly old dick’ in any context makes you stick your tongue out and shake your head - especially when you hear Foxy laugh and say ‘She does like that’ in the background, - as you get back to organising the books while you listen. “I’m just callin’ to let ya know I’m gonna be outta the country for a while. Gonna be in Mexico til the heat dies down.”

“Uh… “Surprised at this, you pause with a couple of books halfway to the bottom of the box. Why is he telling you this? He’s never told you anything before about what he’s doing or where he’s going to be. This… is uncharacteristically considerate. “Good thinking?... “Well, not for Mexico… but… what else can you say back to this?

“Yeah, I just thought my little wife should know where I am~ Just in case she misses me and needs a quick fix any time… my fat cock’s gonna be just a quick hop over the border, after all.”

“Uhuh,” Now you roll your eyes, setting the books down before straightening up on your knees with an obviously fake, drawn-out sigh full of despair. “… I think I’ll survive.”

You can hear the grin in his voice again. “If you say so.”

"Okay." He always has to have the last word, you think, rolling your eyes. “Bye, freak.”

The phone clicks, leaving you alone again. “Goodbye, Otis. It was nice talking to you.” You say to empty air, shaking your head and putting down the phone. What an asshole.

the last time- Otis POV

“Uhh- uh- fuck, that’s a lotta blood, man.”

“He’ll be fine! We’ve been through worse!”

“I don’t think so, Baby, he’s got a pipe through his fucken chest. I don’t think he’s makin’ it outta this one.”

“Shut the fuck up, he’s got to!”

“Can you both shut your goddamn faces and hand me my fucken phone?... “ Otis actually speaking, surprises both Foxy and Baby. They thought he was unconscious, what with his eyes being so heavily closed and his breathing so very shallow… Foxy takes off his hat, running a hand stressfully through his hair as Baby drops to her knees beside her bloody mess of a brother.

“You’re okay!”

“No, I’m not fucken okay.” His eyes are still closed, in fact his face barely moves except to grimace at the pain- but his voice is plenty emotive. “I’m a fucking shish kabob. I’m dying right now. So gimmie my dying wish damnit- find me my damn phone.”

A crestfallen look slips onto Baby’s face, and she doesn’t move, but Foxy gets to work quickly- searching through al the mess scattered all over the crappy motel room floor. It was messy before, but after those fucken robbers came in and shot up the place, leaving only the sharp tube they ripped off the wall in the bathroom stuck in Otis’ chest and the rubbish on the ground, the place looks more like a bomb went off than ever.  Otis manages to crack his eyes open, and finds the strength in him to roll his eyes at the sight of Baby just staring at him. “… yeah. Great. Take your time… not like I’m dying or anything… “Here, he coughs- and blood spurts out down in his chin and his beard and the front of his grotty yellow shirt. Some even sprays onto Baby’s face, but she does not move. She looks frozen solid. “Aghh… “

“Aha! Here it is. Otis- ” Foxy finally locates the crappy burner, a flip phone of all things in this day and age, after a few moments of frantic search, and hands it down to Otis who very weakly reaches up to take it.

“Oookay… what was Y/N’s fucken number again??... 107… 834… somethin’… “

“107~ 834~ 522~ “ Baby wakes up, slightly, turning her head a little to look at Otis in the face again as he looks at her- eyebrows raised, like, are you sure? She nods. “That’s her number.”

“Thanks.” Foxy’s eyes widen, turning to look down at Baby. Did Otis just thank you?? Fuck, he’s really dying. Slowly, struggling, Otis puts in the numbers and then sighs; Holding the phone to his ear and closing his eyes again. Just waiting. “… I swear, if this bitch doesn’t pick up her fucken phone right now… “

*Click* “Otis? I’m assuming this is you. What the hell do you want?”

“… hi, baby.”

“Hi. Now- what do you want?”

“Now, now… “Another cough. “Who says I want something?”

He can picture you rolling your eyes right then, leaning against your kitchen counter maybe, or on the couch with your TV remote in your free hand. He hears you sigh gently on the other end, and he grins. “Alright- what’s up then?... It’s been a while since your last call.” Yeah, where he asked you to send him some food and alcohol- a year and a half ago. He can see why you think he might be up to something. “Are you okay?”

“Yeahhh, I’m fine… Just wanted to hear your voice~”

He knew you would take it as a tease, but he had to say it. And the sound of your scoff slash laugh is a good one, so who cares if you believe him or not. “Ookay… “ He hears you take a deep breath, then, and he knows what’s coming. It’s definitely part of why he hasn’t called you in so long. Because he cant force you to be with him so far away and he cant go back into the US- and you’re smart, so you know that. “Look, Otis, I think this should be your last call to me.”

“Oh… you do, huh?” He’s just humouring you, his voice weak though you don’t seem to notice. He’s going to die in a couple of minutes, so why not? It doesn’t matter to him if you go on thinkin’ you’re a couple- or whatever you’ve been. He just don’t want you to know he’s dying. Or he’s dead. He doesn’t want any sentimental crap out of you. Not now. He thinks he’d die faster having to hear you pull a fucken I’ll miss you, out of your cute ass.

“Yes. I do. Our marriage, if you wanna call it that, was a mess from the start. Now it’s a phone call or an email every 6 months, and I- I wanna see someone.” That makes him wince. He wants to tell you to fuck off and die, but he wouldn’t mean it and to be fucking honest- he doesn’t want those to be his last words to you. “Someone nice.” Ugh… that gives him chest pain that has nothing to do with the pipe rammed in there.

“Heh… so, a fucken dimwit?... Someone with a tiny little needle pecker?”

You groan. “Otis!- “

“Fine. Go ahead. You’ve got my fucken blessing, or whatever.” Despite the curse, his voice is gentle- unresisting. You must be shocked because you don’t respond for a couple of minutes, and it makes him chuckle. “You still there Y/N?”

“… thank you.”

“No problem.” You have no idea. It really is no problem. After a few minutes, he aunt gonna be here. And its not like he’s gonna have to watch over you and see this shit, or anything. He’s made damn sure he’s going the other direction.

“So this is goodbye… “

“Yep.” … Okay. He’s starting to feel it. That fucken grim reaper is coming for him- right now.

“Okay… Goodbye, Otis.” Your voice is sweet, but he’s gotta go. “… I lov- “

“Bye.”

Then the phone slips out of his hand, covered in blood, and smashes on the ground.

[naneun-no]

Omg your last post ! I’ve been wondering why this Jikook moment hasn’t been talked about more often (probably because there’s so many moments..!) . For me it’s literally the moment that solidified my suspicions about them, especially because around the time I saw that BB (watched it in 2020 when I became a fan) the exact same thing happened: I got tired of seeing my partner carrying his old destroyed bag and wallet and got him new ones for his birthday. And I did the exact same thing as Jimin, moved all his things to the new bag 😅 It’s not something I would have ever done with someone else, even my sister and my best friend, for me there’s still some sort of boundaries that I wouldn’t cross with them, but only with my partner. But this might be different for some people. It’s a really suspicious moment in my opinion, very telling.

Totally! It’s exactly something I would do for my husband. And he would do the same thing as Jungkook if we were in front of people: grit his teeth and be like “wow, thanks” while secretly wishing he could just keep using his beat up old ugly wallet and wait until later to tell me that (which legit happened with us once 🤣). And if I remember right I think JK did end up still using his camera bag, and also using the bag JM got him but not for his precious camera lmao. I feel like they explained it once.

And yeah, I think a lot of things they do can fall in the realm of “but maybe they’re just super close friends” but this one was pretty out there. Especially since we got to learn that Jin had in fact gotten him a new bag as well — and he handled it like a friend would 😅 he didn’t bust in all in charge and start transferring JK’s stuff. Only one person got that privilege…

That’s funny that you clocked into that immediately and even funnier it matched your real life. So many things about them scream relationship, especially to people who are IN long term, committed ones.

Thanks for stopping by 😁

[pippinpeppa]

write again—

rise again—

this past 2 weeks had been tiresome and difficult. i terribly miss my locks of hair, the hair i’ve grown for almost 3 years. they’re gone. i had to say goodbye when i was not ready. my dream to donate it was shattered. the dream i had been cradling for the last 5 years.

you know what, if you pass by, you are a lost cause. i would be glad if you read this. you robbed me of myself. and at times, i fantasize for my vigilante shit against you because in this land you have more money and power than me. you are so loud.

but let me ask what i have always been wondering,

why the fuck you need to cut your hair after i did? in the almost exact same style?

get a pair of glasses that look similar to mine,

and there are activities i am too exhausted to สาธยาย.

that’s a heinous crime. very insidious to do such things. going every where i went, then posting the pictures online, making me scared as fuck, making me seem delusional and insane. but no. YOU ARE. this is stalking. and the way you did it was absolute mindfuckery because it was so subtle and nobody understands why I am this afraid.

you came to me as a child asking for guidance, then snatched it shamelessly. you body snatcher. you even exploited my knowledge, resources, ideas, and experiences for your stupid and as-empty-as-you female gang. I hate you, very much. and i know it’s legit because finally, on 20th april 2024, you showed me your true colors. you showed me soooooooo well how you deceive people in the name of “love.” you seemed so proud to “rob” others’ hearts. but what you didn’t know was that, love is not a game. if you play that game, or if it was a game to you, then it could never be love. it’s called limerence. you just treat others as a mean to an end. an end to satisfy you. people are just toys to make you feel better about your shitty behaviors, attitudes, and appearances. you are extremely privileged and never realized that. AT ALL. you are an ugly spoiled brat who was charged with drunk driving so you spent a few nights in jail. that’s not rebellious and it’s not funny. never. it is dangerous. my mind has been playing tricks on me, spitting your sugar-coated buzz phrases like, “it’s her money, her body, her life, her choices,” but bitch please look at yourself and what you have done and caused. you caused disorderly and heartaches because you don’t decompress nor self-reflect nor regulate your own emotions. all you do is drink, get drunk, get high, go on psychedelic trips, which make you look cool i guess.

you inflict people around you with violence disguised as teasing. i hate it. they are very บัดซบ. name-calling a guy you date “stupid” because he lost his phone was terrible. you are a terrible person whose appearance was altered medically and you even expect people to just admire it. how can it be a crime if they don’t think you are pretty? in fact, i did think you are pretty but everybody else didn’t…. and that cannot be my fault. how can that be my fault? even? i started to see you as ugly when i learned the crimes you did and hid. from my place, i can only tell you that, karma is real. it’s really real. and i gotta admit that at some point, i got furious and wished i saw you burned in flames of avicii. and yeah, i was the one who got burnt badly. until i release myself from my own (or was it yours?) passion. i know now that karma will track you down without my help and when karma reaches you, when it’s your time, you will think of me, my faces will be the only thing you can see. and i cannot say i will have empathy for your suffering. (look at your suffering maybe? significant other responding late is not a crime, you know that? in fact if you admit that you are horrible, something might change)

you are a female jerk. your intentions towards others are malicious as fuck and i am scared. you scared the shit out of me just recounting your wrongdoings towards others around. i was dumbfounded and speechless on why someone could be this envious, jealous, empty, selfish, and narcissistic. like, how a person could choose a seat in a college just to take it away from some classmate you hate. i should have dismissed you since that day 4 years ago. no good person would do that just for fun.

but thank you though, for revealing how sick you are. so i was awaken that you are the ill-hearted one, not him. he has always been respectful and you gaslit me into thinking that he was a cheat. YOU ARE. you cheated on him. he was innocent. he was attracted to me and i was attracted to him, but we never acted on it, knowing our life choices. we never even talk or interact. he never cheats. it’s all your fantasy. i am still hurt i let you plant this idea in my brainstem. that he cheats. he is so pure you wouldn’t even know.

i also know that you are violent in other relationships but you are sneaky and know how to avoid the laws. of course, your father is charged with corruption but no one cares since he has a tons of friends, money, power, statuses, and a lot more. no wonder your visa was rejected.

i used to have empathy for you, but not anymore.

it is pure disgust.

oh no, there is anger too.

oh and i gotta admit there’s joy as well. when i see that you didn’t look so pristine like your online persona. you stink, your hair is greasy, your face not a porcelain, your nose looks weird, your lipstick was missing and you’re not as thin as in the picture. basically that persona is not even real. there is none.

i don’t know you at all,

[positivelybeastly]

🖤 for core

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

That is Hank's son, you will not hear him say anything other than a strong, passionate admission that Core is a very handsome young man. He will happily tell you, however, that whoever's lucky enough to hold his hand should count their lucky stars (and garters).

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

Honestly, Hank probably has a fairly unique perspective on Core, given the fact that he's been privileged enough to be allowed in to take in what a genuinely smart, wonderful, and gentle person Core is. A lot of other people would probably find him a lot harder to approach, a lot more introverted and quiet and hard to get a read on, but Hank knows how awesome he is and will happily extoll their virtues to anyone who asks.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

I repeat, that is Hank's son. He will not hesitate to box you soundly twixt the ears if you continue down this line of questioning.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

Some fathers are really more like good friends with their sons because they don't know quite how to be there emotionally for them. Hank is not that kind of father figure for Core. He does his absolute best to be emotionally available, helpful, kind, instructive, and supportive in any way he can, and he knows he has Core's full support in return. He's family.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

I mean, first impression was staring him down in one of Sinister's cloning labs, that was never going to start with Hank thinking wow, what a cool kid. That being said, whenever Sinister's involved, Hank is very aware that people aren't necessarily doing what they want to do, just what they feel they have to or are required to do, so I don't think hatred or anything like that would have come into the mix. Hank's not the kind of person to hate on sight.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Platonically, I hasten to add, but you knew that. Hank just genuinely thinks the world of Core - he's never really had the chance to have kids of his own, and the kids he's taken under his wing (Rictor, Elixir, Broo, etc) have all gone on to do pretty decently, all told, so he likes to think he's done all right by the young man.

[emerypilled]

There is something very weirdly nostalgic about emerys first design despite how much I hate it. Simon’s first design is just ugly to me. I made him out of fucking nowhere. Emery too. Agh!

Fun facts about first Emery and first Simon:

• their original ages were 55 and 57

• 1st Simon was extremely Ron Swanson inspired despite the fact that I’d never seen an actual episode of parks and rec

• 1st Simon was just a background character I designed randomly because I needed one until I decided he’d be his own character. He wasn’t meant to be as important as he is now.

• once I thought up 1st Simon, 1st Emery followed. I always wanted them to be married. Also, they had the same last name: Stadoor. You might be wondering what the origin of that last name is. Once when I was in church I saw a statue next to a door. Brilliant I know! I was 13, and I used it for another oc of mine before mindscape was even conceptualized. I just threw it on to 1st Simon and Emery because I hadn’t even considered nationality or ethnicity.

• 1st Emery went by Mx. Stadoor. They’ve had the most name changes, actually. They went from Mx. Stadoor to Mx. Shinohara to Dr. Niang. I decided to give them a doctorate and make them a neuroscientist and not have them take Simon’s last name less than a year ago.

• 1st Simon was a lot more no nonsense than he is now. His voice claim was Gideon from criminal minds.

• 1st Emery’s personality is almost identical to their current one EXCEPT that for a minute they were the complete opposite in their attitudes towards clients. 1st Emery was colder. They didn’t give a shit about their clients, and the person they were as a therapist was drastically different to who they actually were. That first part changed pretty quickly, and they became the overly attached therapist they are now. The second part changed a bit over time, and soon enough the only difference between therapist Emery and normal Emery was that therapist Emery is able to hold unconditional positive regard and actual Emery is hyper critical and literally sadistic in bed.

• 1st Emery would sew the magical girl fits that the interns (then called volunteers) fought in. They were really enthusiastic about it too. When they were in their 20s, they worked as a part time assistant to a fashion designer, and during shows they’d do last minute fixes and the like. They even modeled a bit. I scraped this part of their backstory completely as I thought it wouldn’t be realistic for them. I think I should maybe bring a little bit of it back.

• once I decided 1st Emery would be attached to their clients, my 15 year old self was like awww they’d be so nice to their clients and give them hugs if they asked and such!! Current Emery Would Not do that. If they’re hugging a client it’s because a client hugged them spontaneously. Even then they’re really…not hugging back unless someone came back from the fucking dead or something and hugged them without a warning.

• after I aged both 1st Emery and 1st Simon down 12 years, I didn’t want Simon to lose the grey hair so I claimed that he dyed it silver. At 45. And you could see his roots growing back and Emery would kind of give you a look because they felt bad telling him to dye it again.

• I had no idea how to write adults that spoke English and were psychologists or even just generally so I characterized them really strangely until I got a better grasp on how they’d behave. Even now I doubt I’ve got it down.

• 1st Emery’s eye color and underliner stayed like that for an absurd amount of time. I did not want to let it go…ultimately I did and they’ve had their current look for over two years now but I very very recently changed mindscape to take place in 2045 and gave Emery these sick ass contacts that turn their eyes blue when they project something from them. Repo style

[erineverly]

“yeah, it really is a christmas miracle. who would have thought the two of us…” she trails off, afraid to ruin the mood, pressing her lips to his cheek instead. the more she thinks about how this night has played out, the more surreal all of it seems — it’s a miracle for sure. the fact that she felt that sudden, inexplainable pull at her heart in the middle of the night and simply couldn’t ignore it, had to make sure that he was okay, that invisible force that stopped him from taking his own life, the way he let her back into his heart… it can’t be just a mere coincidence. “i still can’t believe it’s really happening, that we’re going to spend another christmas together. it feels like a dream and i worry i might wake up any second.” feeling him lean into her touch, she continues to stroke one of his cheeks with the pad of her thumb while simultaneously peppering sweet kisses across the other one. “my precious angel, my sweet boy,” she parrots, easily returning the sentiment. she continues to smile even when his lips find hers, her eyes closing momentarily as she basks in the taste of him. “you’re very welcome, baby. you deserve to know what an amazing person you really are.” she’ll forever be amazed by how her words alone can influence his views and change the way he feels about himself. it means the world to her but it’s also a reminder that she really has to be more thoughtful and considerate this time around. 

“funny you say that because when i first saw you, i immediately thought to myself wow, this boy is so gorgeous with his hypnotizing eyes and beautiful hair, but he’s so out of my league, there’s no way he’s actually looking at me. that’s why i kept glancing over my shoulder when you started to walk towards me. i was convinced your supermodel girlfriend was standing right behind me or something. i never imagined you’d want to talk to me, let alone marry me one day.” she melts into him when his arm curls around her waist, sky blue eyes gazing up at him with the same kind of wonderment and adoration as they did back in 1986. “i still wonder sometimes how’s it even possible that you’re mine?” and she hasn’t found the answer to this question yet. “okay, good because this is my favorite seat in the entire house,” she muses with a chuckle, the rosiness that’s overtaken her cheeks spreading down her neck when he kisses her forehead. “that’s very mature of you, axl.” being able to admit that her mother is beautiful even though they don’t get along well. she’s noticed that a lot of people, her friends and siblings, have this kind of mindset where if they don’t like someone, the person is automatically labeled as ugly. “speaking of my mother, i’ll have to give her a call in the morning and tell her that i’m okay. we’re okay. she woke up while i was leaving and… well, maybe she’ll appreciate an update.” thinking out loud, erin dreads this conversation but knows that she can’t leave venetia hanging, even if a small part of her wants to do just that. she doesn’t need her mother to mess with her head, say things like these boys never change, erin. they’re damaged and it’s not our job to fix them. she’s heard it all before…

forgetting about her mother for a moment, erin finds a lot of comfort in axl’s words and feels herself sinking deeper into his embrace. her fingertips absently fidgeting with one of the buttons on his shirt. “it would be great, wouldn’t it?” if santa could bring them that very special gift a few christmases from now. “i really hope so.” smiling dreamily, she rests her head on his shoulder and sighs softly. “did you get to sing that song? santa claus is coming to town? while you were in the choir, i mean? what was your usual set list?” she asks jokingly, wishing someone videotaped those performances because she’d love to watch them. “thank you so much, baby. i’m glad you like it because christmas songs are my favorite so you’ll probably be hearing it a lot.” she winks at him, smiling bashfully. he always knows what to say to make her feel good about herself. “i’m sorry but didn’t we once name our — parts?” she can’t recall what exactly they named them, something embarrassing for sure, but it was still better than vagina. “we should get back to using those aliases.” or pick new ones. “i don’t know. maybe i’ve built up tolerance to glitter baths. i mean, i’ve been mixing beauty products and shampoo and soap and pouring those potions into the tub since i was four.” giggling softly, it’s the kind of conversation that she could only have with him. “well, i was desperate, okay? and desperate times call for desperate measures. i had to tell someone about this. i was worried your weenie would fall off or something. and you should be thanking me ‘cause she wanted to see for herself how bad it was and i didn’t let her.” she pecks his cheek and miraculously manages to stifle a laugh. gosh, they were babies back then, but they all felt so grown up… “here you go, but smell it first. it smells so good,” she encourages, carefully transferring the bath bomb from her hand to his. she stands up to throw the plastic wrapper away and something catches her eye. that rubber duckie she bought back in october just because it was the last one on the shelf and she thought it must have been lonely so she brought it home. “oh, look! hi, donald. do you want donald to join you, ax?” she picks it up and sits it in the palm of her hand, waving it in front of her husband’s nose, ready to drop it into the tub any second. “umm… yeah, that’s right. they’re — great.” grinning but only because it’s impossible not to when he’s smiling like this, his dimples showing, she’ll always feel awkward complimenting his privates but his reactions are so rewarding that she figures it’s worth it. “okay, you can get in now. all’s ready.” she wonders if she should turn around and give him some privacy, but then decides against it. she’ll do it if he asks her to, of course, but she wants to make sure that he hasn’t been harming himself the way he used to when they were younger, that there’s no cuts on his thighs or something. “come on, you don’t want to keep donald waitin’,” she muses, putting the rubber duck on the ledge of the tub before kneeling in front of him. she begins with taking off his socks as if he was a toddler, hoping to encourage him to get undressed.

“it’s a christmas miracle.” axl firstly jokes, then softens at the touch of her hand melting him. he realizes just how touch starved he truly is, he’d almost be willing to beg for her caress. “well, i love doing all of that for you. my honey, my girl.” the singer speaks tenderly, pecking her lips with his cigarette stained ones. “well, that makes me feel real nice about myself. thank you, angel.” he hums sweetly, eyes closing in sweetness yet again when her lips press to all the spots on his face. she makes him feel like he’s a handsome guy. “i’m glad your type is scrawny and redheaded, i would never imagined a beautiful elegant woman like you would ever go for somethin’ like that when i laid eyes on you.” and he was crushing his own heart by thinking he’d never have a chance with her, now here she is. still sticking by his side and taking a seat on his lap— which he wraps his left arm around her waist once she does. “honey, i might’ve lost some from starving myself but you didn’t gain any either. you’re not gonna crush me, don’t worry.” he shakes his head, kissing the top of her head when she snuggles into him. “well, most people should admit it for what it is then. yeah, her and i don’t get along too well. but it’s still the truth, she’s not an ugly woman. she gave birth to a beautiful daughter who has drop dead gorgeous looks.”

“yeah, that sucks. but.” shoulder lifts in a shrug, he guesses it is what it is. “i’m happy the stockings are spared at least.” their very first ones, so at least there’s that has been salvaged. “oh, yeah…” his words come out surprised then hurt, assuming she means the baby but he doesn’t want to ask her to make her say the words and then have to think about it. “maybe a few christmases from now santa can bring that special thing.” he decides to say, kissing the corner of her lips. “i feel like this is christmas choir again. with the singin’ and everything.” he chuckles, “you have a cute singing voice.” thinking to compliment, since it’s true. it’s pretty adorable sounding. “well, what about your stuff? how isn’t your— vagina on fire after using glitter balls in the bath? i’m sure it’s setting someone’s kitty on fire if not yours.” he snorts, shaking his head and pressing lips back to cigarette and getting a full draw this time. he doesn’t know why those even appeal to women anyway, maybe it’s the colors or the shapes. who really knows. “of course you did. of course you told meegan about that and put images of my rashy dick and asscrack in her head.” shaking his head again, tapping the cigarette on the tray. only erin. “yeah,” he agrees, looking over at her peeling the plastic off. it’s just cute to him how she acts a lot like a mother sometimes, so that’s what causes him to gently smile. then sticks his free hand out. “oh they are? i shouldn’t be mean to them? cause they’re alright looking.” he grins dimply, because he used to think she thought that part of him was ugly so it kinda makes his day she’s saying even that part of him is fine.

[imashoe69420]

Hey beautiful cutie! How's goin? Your day is going well? Drinking enough water? Pls say yes your body need it lol.

So,hear me out in this moment of realization that a had at 3:37AM because insomnia is a bitch. I had just read a fanfic in which the character had messed things up and had to go back to make up for it,but then i realized,i don't remenber seeing the reader in the place of the character so...

Rise!Leo x reader (female or neutral, your choise) who really messed up kinda BAD with him, she notices that she is in love with him (that thing when you just care about the thing when you lost the thing) and for fear to lose him forever, she go for it trying everything to make up for what she did and when she fixes things, she takes all her courage to ask him out.

Rella angst with some comfort and some fluffy and kissey kisses in the end 😌👌🏽

Thank you for the request (my first one)! Having a bit of writer’s block after finishing and revising my Rise!Leo X OC Part One series (which is scheduled to post for the most part), but I’m overall doing great!

I love the prompt and I hope I do it justice!

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Just Two Words

Summary: (Y/N) says something offensive to Leo and they try everything except two words that Leo had been looking for.

Pairing: Rise!Leo X Reader

Genre: Angst

Relationship: Ambiguous

Reader’s Pronouns: Gender Neutral (they/them)

Warnings ⚠️ : Dick-ish reader, strong language

• • •

(Y/N) had always been bad about apologizing. To them, any form of apology was admitting defeat or weakness, and no one defeats (Y/N). When they say or do something someone doesn’t like, they usually just laugh it off and continue with what they’re saying, but becomes annoyed when the person doesn’t reciprocate after the fact. They also did this with their own feelings: ignoring them or pushing them to the back of their mind and laughing as a result.

When (Y/N) hung out with Leo, they didn’t have to worry about hurting his feelings because he would always have something snarkier or ruder to say, sometimes sending a pang of irritation through their body. They didn’t think anybody could legitimately offend them, much less a walking talking turtle. But here they were sitting in (Y/N)’s bedroom floor, hysterically laughing at each other’s insults.

“No, because, you swing your sword like you’re carrying a ton of bricks. You should retire it if it’s too much to handle.” (Y/N) quipped.

“Maybe you should retire considering your massive Kroger coupon collection.” Leo referred to the time he found a binder full of expired coupons underneath their couch.

(Y/N) snorted, attempting to stifle their laughter. “Hey, that’s called being resourceful. You should try it considering how broke you are.”

“I’m a ninja.” He shrugged with a smirk on his face. “What do I need money for? At least I’m not spending daddy’s money like you.”

(Y/N) chuckled, the familiar pang hitting them in the chest. Time to up the ante. “At least I have a dad that cares about me enough to get his ass up off the couch to make me a few bucks.”

Leo’s cocky smirk faltered into a concerned half smile. “Hah… yeah…”

“And I don’t have a bunch of butt-ugly brothers running around. Especially the red one.” They continued, grinning all the while. “I mean, come on! I dunno about you but I’d totally end my shit if they were my brothers.”

The turtle furrowed his would-be eyebrows as (Y/N) went on, wondering what they’d meant by that. “What?”

“Y’know, like I’d”—they took their thumb and ran it across their neck one side to the other—“my shit. Or the fact that you only surface at night like a vampire or something. And when someone sees you, they’re like, ‘oh my god, look how ugly it is! Run, Susan! Go on without me!’” (Y/N) rolled onto their back, the only one in the room laughing.

Leo looked down at them before pretending to check his phone and see a message from Raph. “Hey. Bros need me. I gotta head home.” He stood up and headed towards the door.

“Aww, I didn’t hurt your feelings, did I?” (Y/N) coos sarcastically before resuming their laughter.

“‘Course not.” Leo spun around to face them. “Why would calling my dad a shitty parent and my brothers ugly hurt my feelings?”

They rolled their eyes and scoffed. “Calm down, they’re just jokes. You made fun of my dad, too.”

Leo didn’t feel like explaining himself. (Y/N) had pissed him off. Again. They have done this in the past, but he just went with it because he always had a comeback, but his family was off limits and he thought they would’ve respected that. He had only brought up their dad to insult their lack of personal funds, not to say he was a bad father or anything.

He didn’t know what their deal was, so the turtle quickly left the apartment, (Y/N) still laughing.

* * *

Over the next few days, Leo texted (Y/N) less and less. He had tried to remain cordial with them, but he couldn’t seem to shake their past comment about his family as well as the fact that they didn’t even feel bad about it.

(Y/N) tried to text Leo multiple times to hang out, but he would either say he was busy or just leave them on “read” hours after they initially sent the message. After a while, (Y/N) started to become lonely in their mom’s huge apartment. After the divorce, she was usually out working or with her friends while (Y/N)‘s father would stop by once or twice a week to asking how their day was, give them money, then leave.

They didn’t want to admit it, but they missed Leo. (Y/N) pretended that they weren’t sure why he had stopped talking to him, but they knew it was because they had once again “gone too far”. It was annoying that Leo took it the way he did when all they were doing was joking. They didn’t actually think Leo had a shit dad or shit brothers. Leo had to have known that since (Y/N) had hung out with them when he wasn’t around, so why was he so pissed? He was the only person that understood their snark, and sometimes that pang of insecurity would make their heart race and their cheeks flush.

He would tease them about their red face, saying something along the lines of “you’re the only person I know that gets flustered after being insulted”. But it wasn’t just the insults that would embarrass them. It was the cleverness of them and the smirk that was plastered on Leo’s face during his delivery.

They could sit here and feel bad for themselves all night, but they decided to go downtown and get him a “Peace” talisman he could attach to the handle of his sword. After they’d purchased it and returned back home, they texted Leo to come over. I have a surprise for you!, they said, hoping for that to get his attention. Hours passed and it didn’t seem like he was going to text back until (Y/N)‘s phone went off. Ok, see u in 5, he’d replied.

The mutant turtle soon arrived and entered through (Y/N)’s bedroom window. He didn’t even try to quip or tell a lame joke. His face just held an unamused expression. “Can we hurry with this? I got things to do.”

“So impatient, yeesh,” (Y/N) chuckles. Leo didn’t laugh like he usually did. They awkwardly chuckle and grabs the box containing the talisman off their bed and offers it to him. “I got you a present!”

Leo takes the box and lifts the top. He grabs the talisman, a question on his face.

“Guess what it says!” (Y/N) said quickly.

An awkward silence filled the room as the turtle stares at them blankly.

“Uh… it means peace.” They rocked on their heels back and forth. “Like, a truce? Between us?”

Leo sucked his teeth and sighed before placing the talisman back in the box. “Thanks but no thanks. I gotta go.”

The turtle turned to go back out the window, but (Y/N) grasped onto his shoulder to stop him. “Wait, wait, uhm…” they looked around their room and their eyes landed on their PS4. “W-we could finish Detroit: Become Human! Even though you totally got Markus shot by the police, we could finish out Kara and Connor.”

Leo rolled his eyes at their casual dig and gently pushed their hand off his shoulder. “I already told you I was busy. We can do it next time.”

“But when is next time gonna be?” (Y/N) asked a little too speedily. “Er—I mean—you like, don’t even text me anymore so like, how’re we gonna finish it? Since it’s like, our game and all.”

He shrugged before leaping out the window and into the night.

God, why does he have to be so difficult?, (Y/N) thought, it’s not like I meant all that stuff…

They went over to the window to close it, but was suddenly overcome with guilt. Even though they didn’t mean it, their joke affected Leo in a way they didn’t intend. If they had known that joke would’ve ruined their relationship, they wouldn’t have said it. There was one thing they hadn’t tried; something they hated more than anything else. But if it would get Leo to wipe their slate clean, they didn’t feel like they had much of a choice.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” (Y/N) mumbled before sticking their head out the window and calling out to the turtle. “Leo!”

To their luck, he had stayed on the fire escape after getting distracted by a game on his phone. He jumped when they yelled, almost dropping his phone. He leaned over the railing and stared down at them.

“What?”

(Y/N) gulped nervously. “I-I… I don’t wanna fight with you anymore. I didn’t mean anything I said that time and you know that. It didn’t mean anything.”

A half smile slowly returned onto his face as he dropped down onto the railing next to them. “Do I?”

“Ugh…” (Y/N) groaned. “Yes! You do! I literally have hung out with them before with and without you. And I’ve told you Splinter was chill, too.”

After a few seconds of silence, Leo held his hands out protruded his neck. “So, is that it?”

“Uh… no,” (Y/N) looked off to the side. “Like, everything has been so boring with you, like, not really talking to me and it kinda sucks ‘cuz like… you’re the only person I really talk to like that. And you’re like, funny or whatever. Prolly the easiest person I’ve talked to, but that’s besides the point.”

“What’s the point then?” Leo raised an eyebrow.

(Y/N) could feel their cheeks warming despite the cool night breeze. “I-I… I’m not sorry for joking, but I’m sorry for making fun of your family. And making you feel bad. It’s just like, you’re really cool and maybe I wanna hang out with you more ‘cuz—well—for reasons I won’t disclose. I’m sorry, okay? Now will you forgive me?” They’d never stuttered worse and honestly they’d wished for a moment that this whole thing was a dream.

Leo chuckled a bit before seizing (Y/N)’s hand. He lifted it to his face and pressed a kiss against the back of their hand. “Just the two words I was looking for.”

(Y/N) blushed madly as he then winked at them. “Well—good. Can you come inside now so we can finish the game? I know you aren’t actually busy.”

“I guess. Also, you pressured me into charging at the police, so it’s really your fault Markus died.” He accused them once he came back into the room.

They turned their PS4 on and shot a look at him. “But you pressed the button. So it’s your fault.”

Leo allowed (Y/N) to sit on his lap throughout the second half of the game, his arm around their shoulders as he held the controller in front of the both of them.

(Y/N) still hated the process of apologizing to others, but the results sure were sweet.

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This oneshot had me stressed bc I made a completely different story and then Tumblr glitched and didn’t save 🥲 so I had to redo it. But I hope you guys liked it!

Stay safe!

-Han7a