#my asks are always open if anyone wants to know more about this btw (god this isn't even NEARLY all the notes I have)

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alr here's me yapping about the landoscar Detroit: Become Human AU @lyslsstuff and I have cooked up over the past week or so

(decided to make a full post about it bc a. I have many MANY thoughts about it and b. you people are clearly not normal about this either) (affectionately)

first off have another WIP (peep the blue blush and the lines on their faces I'm totally normal about it yesyes) I unironically had to hide their heads a couple times because the sheer homosexual glee on their faces was making me nauseous (this is how I know I've succeeded as an artist)

the main concept goes: oscar is an F1 driver, and lando is one of his android mechanics. unbenoknownst to the general public (and pretty much everyone except like. zak brown) is that oscar is also an android

androids are very much banned from f1

lando starts out as a normal android, just following his programming and minding his own business really. altough the au plays out after the android revolution androids are still mistreated, just in subtler ways. technically they're not owned by anyone (but they're only allowed to exist when employed) and there's no segregation in public (but there's no laws against it) and some people are vaguely accepting (guess what there's no hate crime or hate speech laws either)

basically I went with the game's commentary on capitalism and treatment of minorities and made it a lot more actual c: we're not oppressing you (but we're also not not oppressing you)

the real plot begins when lando (accidentally) finds out that oscar is an android, which both of them proceed to be completely normal and not disgustingly in love about for the rest of eternity

one of my favorite things about this au (and this was completely unplanned it sorta just happened on it's own) is that the car is basically the 3rd main character. the way I'd explain it is basically: rk800 connor in the game is able to reconstruct entire events (crimes in his case) by examining details and piecing it all together. both lando (being a mechanic) and oscar (actually pulling functions out of the thing) are intimately familiar with the car, like they KNOW it on a personal level pretty much, they can reconstruct every single thing that is happening mechanically by hearing the sound it's making alone

for oscar this is sort of unfortunate because he is suspiciously good at telling when something is wrong (way before anyone else can really). but it also makes both of them emotionally attached feel connected to their machines which I think would be a genuinely interesting aspect of having androids in motorsports

thought I had while writing that paragraph: since irl the cars are usually identified by their drivers' numbers ("car number 4" and such) it could be that oscar litterally just calls his car "81". like that's just it's name. very creative ik

for the enjoyers of the original game I'd add that oscar's deviancy arc (in the sense of which impulses he recieves that lead him to disobey his programming) is most similar to markus' while lando's is more akin to connor's

bonus details that I can't really fit in a paragraph but want to add anyway:

android movements being inhumanly smooth conveniently mirrors oscar's irl driving style (minimal movement)

oscar normally has his pain receptors on despite being able to disable them. something about wanting to feel human (refuses to turn them off after crashes he feels were his fault despite mark scolding him about it)

yk the thing where both of these idiots are always dressed for opposite weather? yeah here it actually makes sense they were just programmed that way

I have no idea where lando's name comes from androids don't have names by default. they just get called "it" for the most part except oscar sometimes slips up and calls lando by his given name (that sounds very trans when I put it like that) which everyone else collectively goes "who the FUCK is lando" at

android transgenderism

I will not elaborate on that (note: I am trans. I will project this)

fun fact the piece that started it all ^^ was quite litterally just me seeing a picture of lando and going "dbh vibes" despite my knowledge of the game consisting of maybe half a playthrough I kinda-watched in 2021 (tubbo played it on stream lmao). it's safe to say that I may have hyperfixated on it a little tiny bit taking into account the 10 hours of playthrough I've watched and 2283 words of google doc we've written since that fateful day. whoopsies

also want to conclude this by saying that I purposefully didn't give too much away about the AU plot-wise because the hypothetical fic that hypothetically may come into existance at some point is hypothetically still a ways away and I don't want to spoil it too hard. consider this a director's commentary if you will

lmk if you wanna be added to the tag list for posts related to this au btw!!! I absolutely love hearing people's thoughts on it (though I am gonna be a bit busy in the coming weeks)

tag list (more people asked me to talk about this than I anticipated soz if I didn't respond directly I hope this makes up for it) @roosterhouse @wisteriagoesvroom @kpiastri @kingkestrel

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heyy, what's up? I wanted to request some angst to fluff with charles where the reader and him have a big fight and the reader decides to go to a hotel and he finds her and apologizes and they go back to their house and spend a lot of time together. if there's anything you would like to change feel free to do so ☺️ love your writing btw 🩷

Heyy Anon. Thank you so much for the request. I tried my best to do it justice. i really hope you like it. And i'm sooo delighted to hear you like my writing. You have no idea how much that means to me. enjoy!

Also requests are open

Standing at the door like a ghost shaking from the rain

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader Warning: angst, lots of angst, Charles being dismissive and avoidant, mention of anxiety.

It’s been a horrible week for you at work. You felt so frustrated. You wish you could have talked to someone, but it feels like no ones ever around when it's you who needs some support.

Not even your boyfriend. It always seems like when you were having a bad week, Charles was having a worse one. And you end up not seeking comfort in him, because you don’t wanna be a burden. You don’t wanna add to his problems or concerns.

 Last week was the Austrian GP week, where Charles had a god awful result. He was very upset and stressed about it. You tried to comfort him as much as you could. But his quiet resentment hanged in the air like a ticking bomb. It just made you more anxious, it just made the week feel worse. And he was busy this whole week trying to improve his performance, always in training, always in meetings. You didn’t hold it against him. He needed to improve, he needed to work, you know that. 

But you hated how he acted when he came home. Avoiding talking to you, dismissing you when you tried to ask if he was okay and if he wanted to talk about it. Demeaning you with his actions. He would always be yelling at the phone. Acting bit aggressive while doing things. It was all putting you on edge.  But you said nothing. He was having a hard time, you couldn’t blame him right?

You were at one of Charles' friend's parties. Charles merely paid you any attention the whole evening. You didn’t know any of these people, and Charles didn’t introduce you to anyone unless someone asked about you. You felt very uncomfortable. It was an especially awful day. You almost decided not to come to the party today. You were home lying on your bed thinking how you will tell Charles you wanted to stay home tonight. But Charles barged into the room and asked “Why aren’t you getting ready? Fuck Y/n we can’t be late.” Somehow that expression of his made you not want you to engage in a conversation with him. 

So here you were standing uncomfortably, as your boyfriend was laughing with his friends and their spouses, completely ignoring you. You could feel yourself shaking a bit. You were anxious. Everything about his body language was making you feel worse.

By the time you got back home, the pent up emotions of the whole week got to you. You were throwing your jewelries on the dressing table. Slamming washroom and closet doors. You didn’t even look at Charles as you changed, freshened up and got ready to call it a night. Charles could sense you were mad. 

You were getting yourself a glass of water, aggressively putting down the jug when Charles walked into the kitchen. “Why are you so pissed off?”

“I’m not.” “Yes, you are. You're acting ridiculous,” You close your eyes trying not to pounce at the man in front of you in anger. “It’s nothing.”

“Why are you acting this way? You barely talked to my friends all night. You weren’t even willing to get ready for the party. That’s so insensitive of you!”

“Oh wow” you express with raised eyebrows. “I was being insensitive? What about you? How am I supposed to talk to your friends if you don’t even introduce me? You’ve been acting like an asshole all week. I’m trying to be there for you regardless, and you call me insensitive.”

“What do you mean I was being an asshole? You know I have had a hard week, if you can’t accept a little change in my mood, then how is this supposed to work between us?” “Please Charles, you know I can handle your change in moods, but you took it too far. You pay me no attention. You keep pushing me away. What am I supposed to do?” “Well if you supported me and my work then you would have found a way to be there for me”  That struck a nerve, and suddenly you were yelling everything you have been trying so hard to repress all week.

“Oh I don’t support your work?! You know what, Charles?? You're not the only one with a career. Other people have bad days too.  I don’t support you? I’ve been trying to comfort you all week. What have you done? Have you paid me any attention? Did you even notice how hard I’ve been struggling? My project fell through this morning. I’ve been having absolute shit time at work, but you don’t see me treating you with a bad attitude because of that” You yell. You were visibly shaking now. This was all getting too much.

“How am I supposed to know what goes on in your office?” he yells back. “It’s not about knowing. It’s about being there for each other! And you are never around for me anymore. I feel more alone when I’m with you.” “You are being fucking ridiculous. You can’t just put that all on me.” Charles states. You press your hands on your eyes in frustration.

“You know what. Yeah , I’m being ridiculous. And you have a race next week. Maybe I should just leave you to concentrate on your career. I can't stay here anymore." You say before leaving the kitchen and getting your purse and phone from your room.

“Y/n?! Y/n! Where are you going?” Charles follows you. You don’t say a word, you just put on your shoes and slam the door behind you. You get into your car and drive off, leaving Charles standing alone in your living room, thinking about how he just fucked up.

You were at a hotel now. It’s been 2 hours since you left the house. It was raining heavily outside. You were crying under the covers. Everything was crumbling, your career, your relationship. You felt so damn alone. You could feel your anxiety get worse by the minute. 

Suddenly you heard a knock on your hotel room door. A desperate knock. You just lay there hearing the sound. You couldn’t find the energy to get up. The knock continued. You finally got up and opened the door to find a very drenched Charles Leclerc in front of you. 

“What the fuck Charles? What Are you doing here?” You say. He was shaking from the cold. His hair all messed up, his damp hair on his face. He could see you were clearly “Y/n I’m so sorry. Please, please come back home.” He said, stepping closer to you. You backed away which broke his heart. “Y/n I’m so so sorry. You were right, I was an asshole. I was so caught up in myself, I didn't see what I was doing. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I’m so sorry I didn’t see how much my actions were affecting you. Sorry I didn’t see your struggles. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.” At this point there were tears in your eyes again. You try to turn away but he grabs hold of your hand. 

“I’m so sorry Mon Cheri. I’m so sorry I hurt you this bad. Please come home to me. I’m never gonna do this again. Please give me one more chance to be there for you. I’ll never let you feel lonely ever again.” He pulled you close to his forehead resting against yours. You were fully crying. It seemed like he was going to cry too. “Please Y/n, please.” he whispered. You shouldn’t forgive him so easily. But You felt so awful right now, so weak. Your wrapped hands around him and buried your face in his chest. Not caring that he was fully damped from the rain. You were sobbing into his chest. He leaned into your shoulders whispering sorry into your skin as he held you tight against him. 

When you stopped crying he wiped away your tears and kissed you sweetly. “Let’s go back home, love.” He gathered your things for you before driving you home. Holding your hand the whole drive.

Back at home, he led you to the bed, holding you close to his chest as you two cuddled into each other. He kept saying sorry. And you just hold on to him tightly.

“Tell me what’s been bothering you at work,” he said while kissing your hair. “It’s nothing," you say. He lifts your face up towards him by your chin. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me. Tell me, I want to know.” You give him a sad smile at that.

You two lay there talking late in the night. You tell him about the difficulties you were facing, the project that fell through and how worried you were about that. He held you tightly while playing with your hair, listening to your every word and comforting you through the night until you fell asleep.

When he realized you were fully unconscious, He pressed his lips on your temple whispering, “I'm never going to let you feel lonely ever again.”

[princessxsstuff]

STRAY KIDS MEMBERS IF THEY GOT WALKED IN ON DURING SEX

Bang Chan:

He had a rough day and what always helped him was his dick in between your walls, or titties. But he was more of an ass loving boy so I think you can already guess what he picked. "Oh fuck y/n~" He moaned throwing his head back. You grabbed the sheets as he railed you from the back. "Yes Chan fuck!" You moaned. "Yeah you like that babygirl? Hm?" He asked grabbing your hair. You both were about to cum when Changbin walked in. "Changbin?!" Chan said covering your nakedness. "Oh sorry Hyung. Have you seen my phone?" He asked. "It's on the kitchen counter." He said gritting his teeth. "Now get out!" He yelled. Changbin left the room laughing.

Minho:

You and Lee Know always had sex. Every time you got the chance at least. You and him never actually got caught though. It was late at night and you both were having a good time. (Btw he's going from the front). "Ahh Minho fuck!" You moaned. He leaned down to kiss you while still thrusting. "Yes y/n fuck." He moaned against your lips. He stood back up straight and continued thrusting harder. "F-Fuck I'm gonna cum!" You moaned as your nails pierced his back. "Me too baby." He said, as the door opened. It was Hyunjin. "Holy shit! HYUNJIN!" He yelled from the top of his lungs covering you up. "S-Sorry Hyung! Chan wanted to know- GET OUT!" Lee know interrupted. Hyunjin left the room with  closing the door and his cheeks burning red.

Changbin:

He was leaving for tour that day and he wanted to "fuck-you-goodbye." "Yes baby god damn." He moaned as you rode him. You bounced at a decent pace until Changbin grabbed your waist and made you go faster. "Changbin! T-Too fast!" You moaned. He slapped your ass letting you know who was in charge. "Baby, I-I'm close." He moaned rolling his eyes. "Me too!" You moaned. All of a sudden, the door opened and you heard changbin yell. "CHAN WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!" He yelled covering your tits. "S-Sorry! I was just wanting to know if you are ready to go?" Chan asked covering his eyes. "OBVIOUSLY NOT! NOW GO!" Changbin said pointing towards the door. "Yes right sorry bin." He said leaving.

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin were in the shower fucking as loudly as possible because you thought no one was home at the moment. "F-Fuck!" You moaned. "You're mine. All fucking mine. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Understand?" He said as your body pressed against the cold glass. "Yes Hyunjin-mmh!" You moaned. "Daddy?" He said slapping your ass. "Yes D-Daddy!" You moaned louder. A few moments later, you heard the door open and Hyunjin snatched you from glass. It was Seungmin. "God damn what is it now?!" Hyunjin yelled. "Sorry Hyung! I heard y/n screaming and I thought she was hurt!" He said covering his eyes. "I-I'll leave now." He said shutting the door.

Jisung:

You and Han weren't very horny people and when you fucked it was pure heaven for both of you. Han always fucked you from the front because he loved to see you're facial expressions of pleasure. "Oh Hannie~ Fuck right there!" You moaned covering your face. " Uh-uh baby. Let daddy see that pretty face." He said removing your hands. He began thrusting again until the door busted open. "HEY HAN-oh." Felix said standing at the door frame. "What you wanna join or something?" He said crossing his arms. "N-No dude that's weird..." He said trying not to look at you. "THEN GO!" He said pointing towards the hallway. "Yeah you’re right." He said scratching his head and leaving.

Felix:

Felix was a very horny boy and you're sexiness never really helped. So here you were riding Felix in the middle of the night being as quiet as possible. "Mhm yes y/n." He said as you rode him out. He would grope on your ass, thighs, boobs just to hear you moan. "Fuck I'm close.~" You moaned trying to keep quiet. "Me too babygi"- But before Felix could finish Lee Know walked in. "Oh fuck." Felix whispered and sat up to cover your naked body. "I know you're in the middle of something, but I seriously need you guys to chill with the bed. It's creaking and banging against the wall and also it's annoying the shit out of me. So it would mean a lot to me if you could calm the fuck down." He said rubbing his eyes. "Uhm okay, sorry Hyung..." He said awkwardly. “Damn." He mumbles leaving the room and shutting the door.

Seungmin:

You had been teasing him all day couldn't control himself. He finally took you home and began fucking you from behind on the couch. The rest of the boys were supposed to be at practice or something but regardless, it didn't matter to him. As long as they weren't in the house at the time. "Ah Seungmin your so fast." You said grabbing the arm of the chair. "Shut up. Your such a bratty slut. MY bratty slut." He said grabbing your hair and slapping your ass. Just as he was about to cum in you, Jeongin walked through the front door seeing Seungmin grabbing your hair and you with a red face. "Oh please have some decency and go to your room!" He said covering his eyes and running up the room. "Good afternoon to you too Innie!" Seungmin yelled.

Jeongin:

Jeongin was punishing you for teasing him at dinner that day so instead of his dick, he pushed a dildo in and out of you. Every time you came he would give you a few minutes on his cock. "Fuck Jeongin right there!" You moaned. "Mhm yeah baby you like that? You like when I put this too small dildo in you making you cum anyways?" He said teasing you. You had came again and Jeongin was about to let you on his cock when Han walked in. "Do you bitches ever fucking knock?!" He yelled at Han. "Sorry damn. Anyways I'll be leaving..." He said walking out of the room. "SHUT THE DOOR DUMBASS!" He yelled in annoyance. "I got it." Lee know said shutting the door.

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[plutoccult]

FINGER LICKIN’ YEAH WE COOKIN’ UP A SUPER BOWL

pairing: osamu miya x female reader

description: osamu wasn’t a fan of football nor parties. however, it is only you that could convince him to agree to atsumu’s shenanigans.

word count: 4.4k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: SURPRISE!!! i had intended to write for osamu before, but the idea instead went to another character. i never forgot about my foodie king though! plus, it’s super bowl sunday, so i HAD to put this out in enough time. the idea came last minute, so i was in a bit of a rush, but i managed! sorry if it seems rushed, i truly was trying my best to get this done in time. i also apologize if anyone seems ooc, i was honest to god trying my best. for timeline’s sake, i’d say the twins are 21 in this one shot, so not quite yet to the point where osamu has his own onigiri shop and atsumu is on the japan national team. anyway, happy super bowl sunday, and enjoy! (btw i totally named this after super bowl by stray kids)

tags: @toorubobatea @intorder @dragon-slayer5 @femme-lune @darthferbert @5sos-wdw @todorokiskitten @intheewrld

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osamu wasn’t thrilled when his twin atsumu sprung the idea of having a super bowl party on him out of nowhere.

“they do it in america! it’s huge there!” his twin argued, detailing everything he knows about the tradition. sure, they do air the event in japan, but what was the point? an excuse to eat and drink? hangout with their buddies from both the past and present? actually, no. osamu figured out atsumu’s motive quickly; it was an excuse for osamu to cook a bunch of food.

there was no denying atsumu was clueless in the kitchen. if it were up to him to cook anything more complex than eggs and toast, he’d burn the whole place down. osamu was better off handling majority of anything food related. his brother was lucky he enjoyed the art of cooking.

“i’m not dealing with a stupid party, tsumu.” osamu crossed his arms in protest. there was no way he was going to deal with an inevitable mess. having to cook all the food and clean up the mess after? nope, no way. he refused to do it alone. luckily, his twin could figure that out quickly.

“ah, ah, ah. i knew you’d say that.” atsumu smirked. “y/n already told me she’d help you make the food.”

the mention of your name immediately perked up osamu. best friends since high school, it was blatantly obvious you had captured the shyer twin from the start, although—like with everyone else—he could easily assume you were more drawn to atsumu as he was always so unashamedly outspoken. everyone talked to atsumu more, but even so, you always treated the twins equally. mayhaps that is why he longed for you so much.

“y/n did?” osamu asked.

“and she’s bringing cake.” his brother added.

a woman after his own heart, really, and a foodie just like osamu. you always joked about opening a bakery next door once he finally opened up the onigiri shop he dreamed of. the goal was sometime next year, so maybe catering this party would be good practice. plus, it was a good excuse to be close to you like osamu craved.

“she is?” he questioned further. if his brother wasn’t kidding around, then maybe he’d feel more inclined to agree.

“you’re not gonna say no, right?” atsumu teased. osamu grunted in response, too stubborn to say anything, which atsumu recognized. it is only his twin who can easily detect his weakness; you.

“you’re such a sucker, osamu.” he chuckled. even if osamu were a sucker for you, he wouldn’t want to be one for anyone else. and it’s not like he’s totally clueless. he’d mess with his twin somehow.

“i’ll do it…“ osamu said before stating his only condition. “if you clean up the place afterwards.”

“what?!” atsumu gawked.

“it’s only fair, right?” osamu shrugged. two can play at that game. “i cook, you clean.”

unfortunately, atsumu had no choice but to suck it up. truth be told, he orchestrated you assisting with food preparations for the sake of getting you and osamu together alone. if he says no now, then his little secret wingman plan would be a waste, so atsumu had to accept his fate.

“pft, ass.” he huffed. atsumu should’ve known better than to try playing games with his brother, knowing he could easily match his game.

“just be lucky i agreed to your idiocy.” osamu scoffed.

“only because y/n is helping!” atsumu whined. while that may be true, osamu would probably never hear the end of it if he said no whether you were involved or not.

“did i hear only onigiri on the menu?” osamu joked, knowing that would irritate his twin to no end.

“osamu!”

truth be told, he couldn’t wait for sunday now.

•••

over the next few days, osamu had kept in almost constant communication with you over text discussing food options for the party. his signature onigiri was a must despite atsumu’s protest, but other options were in store thanks to your combined brainstorming. osamu couldn’t help but ask what kind of cake you’d bring, and was ultimately disappointed when you said it was a surprise with many winky emojis involved.

when sunday finally rolled around, osamu was more energized than usual. whether that be from excitement or nerves, who knew? atsumu’s plan was going in motion quite nicely and you hadn’t even arrived yet. he truly felt like a genius assisting in his brother’s quest for love.

osamu paced back and forth around the apartment in anticipation for your arrival. the kitchen was spotless, plus the fridge and cabinets were filled to the brim with everything needed for the party. on top of that, he put atsumu up to the task of decorating the place. knowing who would have to deal with cleaning up later was the greatest part of all.

once a knock on the door emerged, the two twins battled over who got to open the door, osamu ultimately losing as his brother elbowed him in the stomach and made a run for it. if there were a best sibling award, it was clear who wouldn’t win it.

“hello, miya twins! i’ve arrived!” you said upon entering the door, your arms occupied with bags, hopefully full of sweet treats.

“hey, y/n.” atsumu greeted you, beating osamu to it as he was still recovering from what occurred just moments ago.

you—already knowing your way around the place—set your bags down on the counter before instructing that they put its contents in the fridge as soon as possible. atsumu obliged despite wondering how he would play tetris with the fridge. but before he could figure out that puzzle, he received a quick hug from you as that was your typical greeting for the twins.

“y/n?” you turn around and see osamu standing a few feet away. he wanted to curse his brother for getting to say hi to you first, but once he saw that smile on your face, all anger towards atsumu faded away in an instant.

“ah, there you are!” you exclaim, rushing towards osamu and welcoming him with a big hug, one that lasted longer than the one you shared with atsumu. you held him tight, almost squeezing the life out of him as you pulled him from side to side. it didn’t matter that he couldn’t breathe, osamu was just happy to feel so welcomed by you.

“ready to cook up a super bowl?” you ask once you finally allowed osamu the ability to breathe. “i already made desserts in advance, so i can help with what you’ve got planned.”

“i could’ve helped with that…” osamu pouted. any more excuse to be around you was all he wanted, really. plus, he was curious to know your baking secrets. he always figured you were born a master.

“but that would ruin the surprise, silly.” you poke his arm. if it were his stomach, he might have folded over. thank god you were gentle.

as much as you wanted your desserts to remain a surprise until the party started, atsumu had to immediately ruin the fun for you. “there’s a cake shaped like a football.”

“atsumu!” you scold him. “ever heard of surprises, or has your brain become mush from too many volleyballs to the head?”

“yeah, yeah.” atsumu rolled his eyes. “i’ll leave you two to get started with everything. i trust you not to burn the place down.”

“only you would do that, tsumu.” you say. the way you teased atsumu was something osamu always loved about you. you were just as relentless as him, truly. besides, someone else besides osamu had to humble the ever-so-bold twin.

“exactly. later!” atsumu said before he left you and osamu alone in the kitchen.

osamu let out a sigh the moment his brother left the room. you immediately take notice, assuming he didn’t want to be doing this for atsumu. you hoped at the very least he enjoyed your presence today.

“i take it you’re doing all this against your will?” you question, curiosity getting to the best of you.

“not exactly…” osamu replied.

“well, i couldn’t really say no to him, so…” you shy away from the truth. it would be embarrassing if you were to admit to osamu why you agreed to this, but he was painfully oblivious, assuming it was all for his brother’s sake. not because you wanted to spend time with him and only him. it seemed you were both hiding your intentions.

“yeah, of course.” osamu frowned. it’s atsumu we’re talking about.

tension quickly filled the room. you sense the uncomfortable vibe instantly, wondering if you said something wrong. was it really something you said? you didn’t seem to think so. maybe getting things started in the kitchen for the party will help.

“shall we get started?” you ask hesitantly. “i was thinking we shape the onigiri into footballs. ya know, to fit the theme.”

osamu chuckled at your idea. at least you could see him smile now. he seemed to find it cute, but also funny how you wanted to make as many items on the menu football shaped as possible.

“i could try that.” he said, trying to hold back any more laughter. if osamu were to laugh any more, he was afraid you’d think he was making fun of your idea.

“cool, i’ll get started on the wings while you get started on that.” you say without skipping a beat, immediately grabbing ingredients like you knew this kitchen as if it were your own.

osamu didn’t seem to mind it this way with you around. he’d spend the whole day in the kitchen with you, even if all you did was sit on the counter and watch while he did all the work. but that’s not who you are, you refused to leave him to do everything. most importantly, you refused to let him feel alone.

soon enough, the kitchen grew quiet, the sounds of timers beeping and water running from the sink on occasion serving as background noise. you and osamu worked together in perfect harmony, like a well oiled machine. your chemistry oozed in the room and neither of you had to say a word to each other. it was easy for you two to figure out who did what most effiently. osamu could never do this with anyone else this way, you feeling the same way, although those thoughts remained unspoken.

the lack of chatter made atsumu worried. he had been trying to eavesdrop while he was supposed to be decorating, but found it to be too quiet for his liking. as atsumu tried to lean a little more, hoping to hear something worthwhile, he ended up tripping over an extension cord, blowing his cover as he tripped right into the kitchen.

atsumu’s sudden crash startled the both of you, osamu almost dropping the pot in his hands and you almost slicing your finger as you chopped an onion.

“atsumu!” you yell as you set your knife down. atsumu was lucky you didn’t decide to threateningly wave it around right now. “the hell are you doing?!”

“it got quiet, so i was getting worried…” he answered, slowly getting back to his feet as he feared for his life. would atsumu rather face his brother’s wrath or your wrath? both of you together may be the worst combination of all, really.

“what, worried that we disappeared and left you with all this food to cook?” you cross your arms. “osamu said you were decorating, and this doesn’t look like decorating to me.”

“i was taking a break?” atsumu shrugged. that was the worst answer in the world, even he could admit that.

“just go.” osamu let out a groan. it was bad enough that atsumu used you as a way to persuade him to cook for the party, but to eavesdrop on what you two were doing? what was he trying at here? as much as osamu was curious to know, he just wanted to get back to cooking with you without any worries.

“fine…” atsumu sighed, going back to the dreadful duty of decorating all by his lonesome. the sacrifices he’s made for the sake of his brother and the girl he’s loved for years. how tragic… not.

once atsumu left, you burst into laughter. osamu furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “what’s so funny?”

“oh, just the look on his face when he got caught.” you giggle.

“yeah…” he said. it was funny, osamu could admit that, but he feared that his twin had devious plans up his sleeve. who knows if he’ll make it through the end of the day with some sort of dignity left?

•••

hours later, atsumu’s teammates from the black jackals arrived for the party. osamu was acquainted with some of them—most definitely more than acquainted with a certain pipsqueak named shoyo hinata—but he was more looking forward to seeing some of his teammates from high school, especially aran and kita. he would talk to suna, but the poor guy looked like he wanted to leave more than anything.

you seemed quite occupied at the moment, mostly due to bokuto talking your ear off about how delicious the cookies you made were. you were more than aware of his loud personality, but seeing it up close was far different than just watching him play on the court. at least you knew it wasn’t for show during matches.

osamu considered being your knight in shining armor by finding an excuse to steal you away, but he feared facing the embarrassment of his friends who wouldn’t hesitate to tease him. even if you looked at him with pleading eyes, he still hesitated. if only osamu had the guts to be a little brave for once, not standing in the shadows.

“samu…” atsumu called for him. osamu turned his attention away from watching you to see what his brother wanted, although a little annoyed.

“hm?”

“we’re out of rice. can you make more?” he asked.

osamu blinked a few times, unsure if he actually heard that correctly. “we’re… out?”

“kita ate it all up.” atsumu said.

“really?” osamu groaned. he didn’t even want to think of the logistics of his former captain eating so much rice so quickly. “grow your own rice or something, man.”

“maybe i will…” kita replied calmly, now pondering over the thought of becoming a rice farmer. it didn’t seem so bad, actually. unfortunately, the rice couldn’t just grow and magically appear already cooked. osamu wished it worked that way.

“i’ll go make more.” osamu sighed. “call for me when it’s halftime.”

once he left to head to the kitchen, you watched as he walked away, tempted to follow. maybe if you found an excuse to leave the room, like go get a drink or go to the bathroom or something. that oughta work, right?

“hey, bokuto?” you stop him mid sentence as he was still going on about your baking. “i gotta go to the bathroom. i’ll be back, okay?”

“don’t forget to give me your cookie recipe!” bokuto exclaimed as you left the living room.

atsumu raised an eyebrow upon your sudden exit, a smirk creeping up on his face soon following once he put the pieces together. “she’s not going to the bathroom…”

you find osamu already cooking, the rice cooker at work while he prepared more rice to be cooked just incase. he’d rather be safe than sorry now. osamu didn’t notice you walk in at first, but your presence became apparent soon enough once you tapped him on the shoulder.

“man, you scared me.” he chuckled, you also sharing a laugh with him. “you don’t have to help me. i’ve got this.”

“what, want some practice for when you finally open up that restaurant?” you question. osamu furrowed his eyebrows, asking “huh?” until you explained what you meant. “onigiri miya. i’ve been waiting.”

“oh, right…” osamu said, almost forgetting that little dream of his. “that.”

“well, when is it finally gonna happen?” you ask. he had talked about it for so long, and you always waited for the day it’d finally come to fruition. you probably believed in him more than he’s ever believed in himself, honestly.

“mmm, i don’t know.” he replied shyly. “next year would be nice, but there’s so many things to think about.”

“wait, really? why didn’t you tell me?!” you gasp, shocked he’d hide such an important detail from you.

“it’s just, uh, kinda scary when you admit it out loud.” osamu said. his dream of opening up his own restaurant was as scary as trying to admit the truth of his feelings. dreaming is one thing, but trying to make it a reality was another.

“samu, you know you can do it! i’ve always believed in you!” you admit, taking osamu by surprise despite how confident you always spoke about him.

“you have?”

“yes!” you say without hesitation. “from the day i met you.”

“wow, thank you…” osamu blushed. you get lost in each other’s eyes, although osamu wondered if it’s just in his imagination that you’re staring at him so intently. suddenly, the moment was ruined.

“hey, do you smell something burning?” you question as you try to sniff out the strange smell. osamu figured it out immediately, knowing it was the rice everyone was waiting on.

“the rice!” he exclaimed, rushing to the rice cooker. “i put the rice cooker on high so it’d get done faster…”

“aw, no!” you say. “is it salvageable?”

“no…” osamu sighed, looking down at the damage. “if anything, it’s a sign i shouldn’t have my own restaurant.”

to him, this was stupid. if he doesn’t do everything perfectly, then what’s the point? it seemed to silly to immediately think the worst, that this was a sign of imminent failure. osamu was good at keeping that competitive perfectionist part of him hidden to most, always making it seem like he just gets everything right the first time, but only you can see that he has flaws. at the end of the day, you continue to be his weakness, but that doesn’t mean you don’t make him feel strong.

“hey, hey, hey.” you grab his arm, a jolt coming from osamu by your sudden touch. “you overcook rice one time and all of the sudden your dream is dead? chefs mess up all the time. you’re human, you know. i think you’ve forgotten that.”

“but—”

“i mean, come on. you think i just magically knew how to make a cake one day?” you ask jokingly. even if you meant for the question to be a silly one, osamu took it quite literally.

“honestly? yeah. the first time you brought cake to school for me and sumu’s birthday was the best thing i ever tasted.” he said, recalling your first year of high school together. you hadn’t been friends with the twins for that long at that point, but you decided to surprise them with a cake for their birthday as it fell on a school day. like osamu said, it was the best thing he ever tasted. he felt like he found his future wife in that moment.

“samu, i spent all night making like five different cakes cause i kept messing them up.” you confess. it was a secret you carried for years, shocked you never said anything before, but only just now having the guts to say it. even so, osamu couldn’t believe it to be true. he always swore your skills came to you like second nature. how come he never knew before? you were very good at hiding things, it seemed.

“you did? why?” he asked.

“because…” you hesitate. might as well fess up, you suppose. “i really wanted you to like it.”

“me and tsumu?” osamu questioned. what an idiot.

you shake your head, almost tempted to laugh over how blind he was to what you were trying to say. part of you was a little frustrated, but you wouldn’t let that get to the best of you. “you really are oblivious, aren’t you?”

“i guess i am…” he replied, unsure of what else to say.

you let out a sigh. should you say it? the whole truth? you didn’t know it, but you were in the same boat as osamu. you did this for each other without even realizing it. it is you, however, who will be brave enough to admit such a truth. no going back now after you’ve already admitted so much.

“i only agreed to helping with this party because atsumu knew i wanted an excuse to be close to you.” you tell him, looking away. osamu swore you looked ashamed to say those words out loud, but even so, the truth shocked him to the very core.

“he… what?”

when you grant yourself the guts to look him in the eye once more, the look on his face made you think you shouldn’t have said anything. but osamu wanted to scream, scream about how long he liked you and how he never thought he’d see this day. he didn’t know if the universe planted the seeds for this very moment, but he couldn’t let it slip away. not when you believed in him like it was breathing.

“nothing. don’t worry about it.” you shake your head. “i’ll help you restart the rice. hungry people waiting.”

“no.” osamu stopped you. you freeze in your tracks, waiting for what else he had to say. “forget the rice.”

“huh—”

“why do you think i told tsumu i’d help with this party?” he asked. you’re at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. it is usually you who stood tall, but osamu took your place, taking charge for the sake of making sure you knew the truth. “i said i would because he told me you were coming here. he knew you were the only thing that’d get me to say yes. called me a sucker and everything.”

your cheeks flush, a smile creeping up on your face as the realization of osamu’s mutuals feelings hit you. “guess i’m a sucker too.”

osamu let out a sigh of relief, overcome with joy as he couldn’t control his grin. with that look on your face, he almost wanted to kiss you right then and there. should he kiss you right now? no, osamu should ask permission first. couldn’t be too confident, right? or were you trying to say something with your eyes? god, osamu didn’t have a clue on what to do.

“can you two please just kiss already so i can get back to the party?”

you and osamu share a gasp. it was atsumu, no doubt about it. that bitch, you both think to yourselves. was he eavesdropping on that whole conservation? pause. now they both knew atsumu did all of this on purpose. he had a lot of explaining to do, that’s for sure.

without having to speak a word, you and osamu find atsumu in the hallway, both tugging him by his shirt and pulling him to the ground. your combined anger undoubtedly scared the shit out of him.

“you!” you grab the collar of atsumu’s shirt. “you set this all up!”

“i bet you don’t even like football!” osamu yelled.

“yeah!” you say in agreement without thinking.

“hey, i’m innocent, your honor! innocent!” atsumu raised his hands up in the air, squeezing his eyes shut as he anticipated one of you to start hitting him.

“no wonder you agreed to clean if i cooked!” osamu exclaimed.

“he agreed to clean?!“ you loudly gasp. funnily enough, that was the most shocking thing you’ve heard all day.

“listen to me, okay?!” atsumu forced your hand away from his collar. you take a step back and give him the chance to speak, although you were more than prepared to start swinging if need be. “i just really wanted you two to stop being wusses about your feelings. now you both know, all thanks to me.”

you and osamu soften up. even if it seemed a tad bit manipulative, neither of you could deny that it was actually kind of… sweet? all that cooking was a pain in the ass, but it brought you together and pushed you to admit your truths.

“i really do like you, osamu.” you say, looking into osamu’s eyes, not wavering for a second. there was no need for either of you to hide anymore. “since the day we met.”

“me too.” osamu replied, the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen plastered on his face.

“i sense a super emotional moment—” atsumu tried to say in the midst of his escape attempt. however, you grab him by the wrist, almost pulling his arm by his socket. “ow!”

“come here.” you pull him in for a hug, osamu too, practically squeezing the two to death. “you’re a pain, but thank you, atsumu.”

“can i go now?” he asked, trying his best to writhe out of your grasp. you were strong, atsumu couldn’t deny that.

“yeah, yeah. get outta here.” you scoff as you let him free.

atsumu mumbled some words over how it was “about damn time” on his way out, which sent you and osamu into a fit of giggles. once the laughter died down, reality set in. now both you knew that you liked each other, so what now? what else was there to do?

“so…”

“so..?”

“you think they’re all still waiting on that rice?” you ask awkwardly.

that was the last thing osamu cared about in this moment, truly. he waited so long for this, never thinking there ever was a chance. dare he ask you to pinch him would seem silly now. all he wanted to do now was finally kiss you without hesitating.

“oh, screw the rice.” osamu said, grabbing your hand as he pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. your hand that clasped his rested over his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your touch. has his heart always beat this fast in your presence for all this time, you couldn’t help but wonder. it was safe to say no one was getting their rice now, but neither of you gave a damn.

meanwhile, in the living room, atsumu finally returned, although with an irritated look on his face. he sat down in between bokuto and hinata, who were both curious about the food.

“hey, how’s the rice going—” hinata began to ask before being quickly cut off by atsumu.

“just watch the stupid game.”

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[itslouisan]

Time to have C!Techno headcannons!!!

Heyo, seems like finally I reached my 2nd favorite cc ever! I think techno's character is REALLY interesting, with great writing and details and I can definitely add some hc of my own in there, so without further ado, let's go!

(btw @syndicatedsystem you might like some of my headcannons involving Jschlatt and Techno I talk about here so yeah! Also feel free to discuss em' with me or make asks abt it, hell your blog inspires me a lot)

(I lost the name of the artist if anyone knows please tell me)

• Techno has some braids in his hair, the longer, the more he values the person

Longest: Philza, it's braided with gold details

2nd longest: Ranboo, has a amethyst crystal for purple

Mid-term: Wilbur, he braided it in consideration of a battle friend and some good times with Will, he doesn't hate or likes Wilbur, but still can't deny they do have a connection

Shortest: Tommy.

• Techno prepared a space in the cabin for Tommy in case some day, his demons and the hell he was looking for, finally was found, he'd welcome Tommy with open arms, since he'd view that the kid suffered enough and had the time to change and face any consequences he'd need to face, the space is safe, always available, but, he'd never tell Tommy that, he keeps it hidden, he's not ready to be vulnerable to the demon child again and openly say Tommy could count on him, not until Tommy makes the first step.

• Keeps the pickaxe that blinded Quackity as a trophy, this and keeps all weapons from powerful enemies with him as a reminder of a great battle he won once again

• Likes to write poetry about people and events, he'd never give them to the person, but keep it in a dusty small box in his room in the attic of the cabin

• OKAY, LET'S ALL AGREE TECHNO IS ARO/ACE? GOOD.

• Techno was friends with Jschlatt before everything went to hell, they liked to talk about random bs while watching the fire crack at night and drink some cheap booze for Jschlatt and coffee for Techno

• I view Techno also having some boar traits, so yeah territorial as FUCK don't mess with his stuff or house, also he chases pray like crazy and can eat almost anything without a problem due to that

• Doesn't CARE for alcohol, just doesn't like the idea of having a hangover afterwards since he'd be unable to fight the next day

• Would gossip with Jschlatt, Tommy and the syndicate like, ABOUT EVERYTHING, I imagine him and Jschlatt favorite hobby is shit talking people they hate

• Techno being aro/ace also means if you flirt with him, he'll just stare at your soul and bully the shit out of you, sometimes calls Phil and/or Jschlatt to roast the shit out of the person, also WILL defend himself from any creeps and defend his friends from ANY strange people since for him touch is STRICTLY a death sentence and something that takes time

• Techno smokes when stressed or in the syndicate room, making Phil always carry an extra lighter for him just in case, the 2 used to be smoking buddies before Phil quit when he adopted Chayanne and Tallulah

• Techno in the QSMP is an entity, a god watching above everyone but never leaving Phil side and the eggs side, sometimes he'd talk to Tallulah directly, or influence Phil like a voice in his head to do the right thing in his vision or appear to Chayanne in his dreams to have a chat

• Can and will drink blood from the enemies

• Loves to talk about skulls and anatomy of the body in general, a dark fact, due to respect to Jschlatt, after he died (not considering revival, I view revival as either the decomposed body coming back to life in a LESS but STILL fucked up state or a kind of new body that is the users body in the afterlife coming to the alive realm, if you guys want, I can make a post about this) picked and kept Jschlatt sheep skull, with horns and everything

(art by sadist)

• Would talk about historical wars and battles with his own analysis and commentaries on it, making a great history teacher

• totally collects greek mythology stuff, books, items, anything.

• Has a couple of tattoos but one that is pretty badass is a wither skull with red smoke on his ribs in the right, a tattoo of a emerald in the inside of his left wrist, a tattoo of a squid with a fork on it's head in reference to the potato war on his right wrist really tiny and "everything starts with blood" and "the voices demand blood" written in his tights

• My boy 100% has piercings due to piglin culture, around 75% of them being made of gold

[lavishl0ve]

🩸Johnny Slaughter x Fem Reader 🩸

! Part 3 ! (This one contains smut 👀)

Another part/continuation of my story, these parts can always be individually read but I do recommend reading the others b4 hand as I make some references throughout. (They aren’t needed to understand though). Enjoy !!

(btw I finally figured out font and stuff! Yay! so hopefully this is more appealing. still tryna figure this out lol)

Part 3: Stars

3 months… It's been three months since the cellar. Since that day, that conversation. With each passing day, each talk, I find my heart warming toward Johnny. Why? I don’t know. He sneaks me around most of the time, mainly just trying to avoid The Cook. Sissy and I are on good terms now after her apology. Well I mean if you can call it that.

“Sorry, but chu’ deserved it.”

Yeah. But at least it was something. Life on the ranch isn’t terrible. As long as I ignore what happens behind closed doors. I try to at least, the last thing I want is Johnny changing his mind about me. I sit on the stool of the beaten up vanity in the small room they gave me. No widows, constant splinters from the wood floor, and major dust. But it’s better than the cellar. But not much different since he locks it every night. I guess he can’t trust me yet. I wouldn’t either. I slipped into the silk nightgown Sissy gave me, three light knocks emerged from the other side of the door. I began climbing into bed looking behind me, Johnny cracks the door open.

“Johnny..?” I ask, “Why are you still up?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugs.

I give him a light nod as I pull my covers back. He sighs.

“Come with me?” He questions.

I looked behind to see him, leaned against the doorway. He just watches waiting for a response, I pull my covers back up putting my pillows back into place walking towards him and give him a small smile. He scoffs in amusement leaning off the doorframe and starts walking toward the backyard. He opens the creaking door, unfazed anyone could wake and see us. The cold air immediately envelops my body. The silk isn’t helping much either. Grass tickles between my feet with each step I take, he leads us towards his shed again. Walking toward the old, white chevy he puts the cargo bed down and motions from me to jump in the back. He follows me shortly, I lay flat staring at the night sky, clouds clear, the stars twinkle in unison. It’s such a sight. Something so beautifully far away. I wish I could touch them. Johnny leans against the back of the truck, lighting a cigarette. I look up towards him and scoot back as well. He puffs his cigarette, then motions it toward me. The tobacco coats the inside of my mouth. I'd never like smoking but every now and then it’s okay. You pass it back to him.

“Aren’t they so pretty?”

“Hm.?” Johnny asks, hitting the cigarette again.

“The stars.”

Silence lingers for a second, his eyes are on you.

“I suppose’.”

You look at him, your eyes lock. You can’t seem to look away, his dark eyes bore into your soul. He licks his lips.

“Ain’t prettier than you though’.”

You blush looking away, he always makes small little remarks that end up with you being flustered. Hopefully he couldn’t see it (he can). He laughs, moving a piece of your hair to see your face.

“Naw’ I’m serious.” He raises his eyebrows.

He makes me face him. Oh god. His eyes are brewing, so desperate they dig into your stomach leaving a settling pit. We just stare. The tension, unbreakable. I breathe deep.

——————————————————————-

I stop at the door, lingering for a moment. I raise my fist knocking lightly. Three times. I wait for a response, nothin’. I unlock the door, she stands near the edge of her bed pulling the sheets back. Just in time. Her hair is brushed on one side, her eyes peek over.

“Johnny..?” she silently asks.

Fuck. Each time she says my name like that something turns inside me. So innocent, so blind.

“Why are you still up?”

“Mmm.” I growl, looking for an answer.

I only wanted to see her, be with her. Alone.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

She nods climbing into bed.

“Wanna come with me?”

She rises, the nightgown hugs her body, flowing like water as she approaches. No. Not yet.

“Cmon’.” I notion.

Walking down the corridor I hear her light steps behind me. I open the door towards the back. It’s cold tonight. I guide her towards the shed, unbuckling the cargo bed of my car that’s parked on the side. I climb in shortly after her. She lays there staring at the sky. I stare at her. The moon paints a perfect spotlight illuminating her face, the stars twinkle in her eyes. It only adds on more.

“Aren’t they so pretty?”

“Hm.?” I question.

Whatever she was saying before I hadn’t paid attention to. I get lost in her. What is happening to me?

“The stars.”

I don’t bother to look up, not like they could compare.

I give her slight agreement. She looks back towards me again. Those eyes, like a helpless deer. I can’t help but stare into them.

“But they ain’t prettier than you.”

She turns away flustered. I scoff. She becomes so affected by my words. I turn her face toward me. Her face painted red she stares at me in shock, like a lost bunny. A bunny that needs direction.

——————————————————————-

Fuck it. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull his face into mine. Our lips collide harshly, he ravenges for me, forcing me to crawl back against the side of the truck. He’s aggressive and eager. Was he waiting for this? I gasp for fresh air, he tastes like whiskey and smoke, it invades all my senses. He groans into my lips, then bites, breaking skin. I gasp in shock, Johnny savors the droplets of red that bleed from my lips. He drags his lips towards the nape of my neck.

“You taste so fuckin’ good.” he whispers.

My chest heaves and falls heavily as he hovers over me and glides his lips toward my collarbone, warm on my cold skin. He breathes in my aroma. Breath cold as he breathes out. His hand travels up my nightgown twirling the fabric of my panties in his index finger, slowly pulling it down. Another deep breath. He works his way down, shoving the silk fabric upwards, giving him access to all of me. He coats me with his tongue, rubbing against all my sensitive parts, light moans escape from me. I feel his smirk upturning against me. He takes his fingers and starts to work them inside of me, curving them hitting the best parts. Fuck. He was experienced. He watches me squirm, smirking at my pleasure.

“Shit-“ I moan, “Johnny…”

He nudges his face back into the nape of my neck, his hot breath against my ear-

“Fuckin’ take it.”

He speeds up the movement of his digits, I lift myself off the bed, arching in bliss when he suddenly pulls out leaving an empty feeling. I gasp lightly.

“Not yet.” He growls.

I watch him crawl backward, hand cupping my face as he inserts his thumb into my mouth, the other undoing his belt buckle.

“You look so damn pretty under me Darlin’.”

He throws his belt on the far left side of us, I look up at him expectantly, almost pleading. He strokes himself under his black boxers.

“Beg for it.” His voice penetrates me.

“Johnny.” My heart drops.

He turns his head slightly, squinting his eyes. They turn black, growing red with passion, pride, hunger- like he was the wolf and I was the prey. That’s what it was wasn’t it? But I'd rather be devoured than continue my life in fear, defenseless.

“I need you- so bad.” I whine. “ All of you.”

That’s all it took for him to crash back into my neck, kissing, marking, this time he bites down harder, canines digging into me, I whimper as he teases my entrance. I feel the warm liquid running down towards my chest, him licking each drop. I wrap my arms around his neck, digging my nails into his back trying to counterfeit the pain. He thrusts into me hard. Gasping for air, I melt into him. I become a mess of pain and pleasure, Johnny relishes in it. He picks up his pace, pounding violently, and rapidly. His thick shaft stretches me out with each enter and exit he makes. Hitting my clit each time he re-enters.

“Fuck-“ He pants. “So tight for me sweetheart.”

Moans unconsciously voice from me, I cover my mouth hoping to avoid disturbance. Johnny reached his right hand to drag my palms away.

“I wanna hear you scream for me.”

I stare at him lost in euphoria, he moves his hand grasping my throat, squeezing harder he leans into my face.

“Scream.” He threatens.

With each continuation of his thrusts agitation grows deeper toward my stomach. His hand cutting off my airway- the stars double overlapping one another. Vision becomes foggy, pain seeps from his inflictions, pleasure runs through my veins and wetness drips from beneath me. Climax approaches and I can't contain myself, I sob for his satisfaction. Relief washes over me as he cures my cries continually thrusting. His pace becomes quicker than before, eager to dig deeper into me, to split me apart- I push against his chest, overstimulated hoping for escape. He smirks looking down upon me.

“I ain’t done with chu’ yet.”

Pounding once more- my eyes roll, back arching into him, I grip onto his wrist holding my throat down, marking him with my nails once more. With a final thrust he collapses on top of me, releasing his hand- I gasp for air. The scent of sex fills the cold night as we both pant heavily. I stare up into the stars, the beautiful things I wish I could have touched. I reach out stroking Johnny's hair as he catches his breath above me, but maybe the beautiful things are in front of me.

[coco-bee]

DYNAMIC DUOS: RAGGEDY ANN & ANDY

Hey there! Coco typing... Welcome to my first addition to Dynamic Duos! Where I share my opinions and analyze fictional duos! (platonic, familial and etc) !! SPOILERS AHEAD !! Today's post is about RAGGEDY ANN & ANDY!! (from the 1977 movie)

So I have just watched the Raggedy Ann animated musical from 1977 recently and MY GOD as a film it's...interesting- IT WASN'T BAD THOUGH I ENJOYED MYSELF! I just expected a cute movie about a doll- then next thing I know a camel is hallucinating.. (you'll get it if you watched the movie) But the highlight for me with this movie is the sibling dynamic between Raggedy Ann and Andy! That's right people THEY'RE SIBLINGS! While I do get the confusion because of their interactions possibly seeming romantic but we gotta normalize siblings being nice to each other for once guys. So I want to point out how almost sickly sweet Andy is to his sister. He's always checking up on Ann and making sure she's ok. When Babette gets kidnapped Andy didn't give one fuck until Ann is worried not to mention he immediately comforts her when she's stressed.

He really does care for his sister's well being and just wants her to be ok. You can also tell he really loves Ann, take "No Girl's Toy" and compare it to "Rag Dolly" when it comes to Andy's vocals, in "No Girl's Toy" he's more sassy, witty and fast while in "Rag Dolly" he's much more soft spoken and slow with his vocals. Truly a sweet way of showing how much he loves her through singing. There's also the scenes in Looney Land (which I hardly see anyone talk abt btw). The second Lenard(?) makes a joke on Ann, Andy immediately stands up for her and tells him to back off and getting her to a much safer place away from these guys becomes his biggest priority. He's making sure NO ONE lays hands on his sister and makes a joke at her expense.

He's always so protective of her it's so sweet! DNCJENWD I'm bout to get diabetes But this isn't an "Andy caring for Ann" post- how are they like AS A DUO? Well Ann is just as great as Andy! She's always picking Andy up when he falls and just making sure he doesn't hurt himself. When a box is on top of Andy, Ann immediately asks everyone to help her get him out! I know she'd do that for anyone but it shows how much of a sweetheart she is. I also want to talk about this forest scene! Ann gave Andy a daisy during a time when he was not doing so well. That gesture really cheered Andy up and now he carries around that daisy for good luck! Ann's love language seems to just be simply showing how much she cares for people and how much she's willing to go far for him.

Even Ann is not aware with how her sweetness impacts people because when Andy's scared he remembers how there's his sister who loves him unconditionally and reminds him with little gifts and acts of service. These two really compliment each other! Andy protects Ann from harm while Ann gives Andy comfort through her own little gestures. Andy's willing to fight for her, Ann's willing to show him love. Not to mention she always keeps him in check when he speaks before he thinks. Like a soft spoken mother- someone has to keep Andy in check before he hurts someone's feelings In conclusion your honor- they're sibling goals <3

Thank you for reading! This is Coco typing and have a good day :D I'm open to suggestions!

[apollos-olives]

thank you for answering my ask. i didn't want to make any assumptions nor did i want to harm or offend you or anyone who is queer by sending it.

I myself am Muslim and I have met Muslims who are queer, trans, part of the lgbtq+ but i never really understood their understanding when it came to Islam and homosexuality as few of the Muslims I've met were practicing and most seemed to deny many parts of Islam to justify being queer which didn't make sense. Your response has made me understand it though and I do appreciate it as the concept of homosexuality and Islam is almost 90% discussed by people/scholars who are not queer.

I am by no means trying to turn this into a religious discussion because I am not learned but what you said about a singular sin being a singular did stand out to me. Although I've always known that as a fact, I've never actually took into consideration what it meant in it's entirety, although Islam does have the concept of major sins and minor sins, so wouldn't that have an impact?

But again while I was reading your answer, I found myself nodding because your response was very much logical and made sense to me. You mentioned that everything that is a sin has a particular reasoning behind it and that homosexuality being a sin has no real reasoning behind it and I don't have anything to refute your point with. But I will bring lgbtq+ activists who discuss things like being queer, homosexual, trans, etc to children as children can be influenced easily (btw I'm speaking specifically about people like Jeffery Marsh) into the discussion as something I disagree heavily with.

Many scholars have also discussed story of prophet Lut (AS) which really is the only story where homosexuality is ever mentioned and while I do agree that the homosexuality aspect of the story is focused on more than what is necessary, if the homosexual part wasn't important would it then be put in the Quran. And if homosexuality was not a sin, then shouldn't their be examples of homosexuality in the Quran or hadiths? I don't expect this to have a concrete answer as even I will admit that I can use this "what about" argument for literally everything that is not directly mentioned in the Quran.

The one thing I do disagree with is the transitioning of trans people - not because I don't believe in gender dysphoria or that I disbelieve in people being transgender - but I do believe that the permanent altercation of a person's body is haram because although you stated that perhaps transitioning might be the best option for people who are trans and you compared it to people who are disfigured (as an example) to me it still seems as an act that goes against God's will because doesn't Islam have the concept, that the more difficult the struggle, the better the reward? Forgive me if this is a terrible assertion to make as I am speaking from a heterosexual point of view and my understanding of your struggles will not be the same as actually experiencing your struggles.

At the end of the day we all are Muslim and I am a firm believer that as long as no one purposefully tries to harm Islam and spread misinformation, only God can judge. I do not agree with majority of Muslims who deem it appropriate to condemn people to Hell simply for existing as I do believe that people who are not heterosexual 90% of the time are not making their struggles up, nor are they making false claims. Regardless of my opinion on whether or not homosexuality is a sin, I admire your attitude towards it and I do believe that Allah loves all. Allah is All-loving after all and Allah does not make mistakes nor does He intentionally do things to harm anyone.

Thank you for your perspective and for teaching me something I genuinely did not know. I hope that this ask does not come across as hostile because these are simply my thoughts and I am more than willing to open my mind to different perspectives.

i'm glad you're being very respectful with your disagreements and i'm happy to answer anything as long as it's in good faith. thank you for being so kind :)

i will say that yes you are right that many queer muslims are not practicing and often stray away from islam to justify their queerness, and i've seen it happen from a lot of queer muslims around me. i do believe it's not because their faith is weak or that they purposely are doing it with the intent of malice, but i think it's because a lot of people have trauma when it comes to religion. religious trauma affects many people in the world, even outside of islam. almost every queer muslim i've ever met has been religiously traumatized, and therefore are afraid of islam and the people who practice it out of the concern that they may be harmed again. while islam is beautiful, the people who practice it can harm those who do not follow it properly in their eyes. i personally have religious trauma that my parents gave me over being queer, but i've moved on from it and have accepted myself regardless. unfortunately that is not the case for every muslim, and queer muslims especially are targeted and harmed more and more as of recently. because of that religious trauma, queer muslims are likely to stray away from allah and islam because they associate islam with their mental, emotional, and bodily harm. and i absolutely understand it as well. not everyone will get it, but it's understandable how you will want to stray away from religion when it has only harmed you. i believe that is the biggest factor when queer muslims deny parts of their islam in order to "justify" being queer.

you are right in that islam does have major sins and minor sins. of course, i am not a scholar so anyone could correct me if i'm wrong, but while there are major sins and minor sins, i still believe that sins are singular. to me, a major sin would affect like... a persons own moral judgement about their actions, if that makes sense? like a major sin would weigh down on someone's chest more than a minor sin would, and would therefore make the person want to repent even more. while all sins count the same, some have more of a guilt to them that may affect a person and their relationship with allah. me eating gelatin isn't going to be as heavy of a sin on my shoulders as, for example god forbid, me stealing from orphans, right? they're both sins and equal in count, but not equal in weight. if that makes sense? that's how i view it. a major sin affects a person more personally and affects their relationship with their deen and their relationship with allah, rather than count as more or multiple sins on their shoulder. you are, of course, allowed to disagree with me, this is just how i view it. alhamdulillah god gave us all our own minds to think and make decisions and beliefs and values for ourselves.

i personally don't know who jeffrey marsh is, but i do understand your concern about children. the thing is, children can be queer too 🤷‍♂️ i found myself being attracted to the same sex as young as 3 years old. i, of course, did not realize there was a term for this until i was 11 where i fully came out as queer, but i felt horribly repressed and did not know what those feelings were until i was told that they were normal to have. so i do believe that at least exposing children to the fact that "hey, queer people exist and that's okay :)" is... okay 👍 yk? and of course, exposing children to stuff that is sexual and inappropriate is wrong, no matter if it's heterosexual or homosexual, but i don't believe any queer person is advocating to harm any children by telling children about basic queer education. there IS a lot of queer discourse over this within the lgbtq+ community, and discussions about whether or not children should be involved are still happening to this day. you can feel free to have your own opinions, but you must respect others beliefs as long as they aren't harming anyone. personally, i think it's okay to expose kids to queer media and reality, as long as they are not forced to. kids are naturally curious 🤷‍♂️ let them explore. if more queer media was available when i was little, i would've for sure have come out as queer when i was muchhh younger even. and 11 was pretty young anyway lol. the thing is, being queer isn't inherently sexual. there are different types of queerness and a lot of it isn't sexual at all. there's romantic love, platonic love, aesthetic love, etc etc etc. implying that being queer is solely sexual only harms the community more. i'm asexual (as a general term), which means i do not want to have sex. ever. i just look for romantic relationships instead. there are different types of queer love and not all of them are sexual. is sex a big part of queer history and liberation? yeah. but is being queer just about sex sex and more sex? absolutely not. being queer is about accepting yourself for who you are. and why not show kids that? why not allow kids to explore and accept themselves for who they are as well? the moment people realize that the queer community isn't inherently sexual and that queerness is for everyone to feel accepted in, that's when we become more and more liberated. and the thing is, you don't see heterosexuals get the same problem with children though. heterosexuals always get to kiss in public, hold hands, get married. they dominate the whole world. no one has ever been discriminated against for being a heterosexual. heterosexuals see a boy baby and a girl baby play together and be like "oh my god they're boyfriend and girlfriend lol!" ... like... is that not forcing children into romantic situations and possibly implying sexual stuff too?? how is it fair that heterosexuals get to "force" their children into being heterosexual but god forbid a homosexual holds hands with their partner in public while minding their own business, yk? no one is forcing children to do anything. we are just trying to expose the reality of what we are facing to the world so they can realize we are normal and can accept us. no one chooses to be queer or trans. no one chooses to live a life of pain and struggle and oppression. we feel love the same way everyone else feels love. do heterosexuals get to choose who they fall in love with? no. love isn't a choice. love just happens. you can't force and choose someone to love someone else. love is unconditional and free.

as i said before, homosexuality was never mentioned in the qur'an. the word used in the qur'an does not mean homosexuality, it was talking about the indecent and horrific acts of rape, pedophilia, premarital sex, infidelity, etc that the people of sayedna lut (as) were doing. and while we've already talked about how homosexuality is not a sin, i do want to mention that the swana region has a very rich queer history to it! i personally am not very knowledgeable about this but i'm sure if i ask the right people, if you want me to, i can give you resources to learn about queer history around the islamic countries. before colonization and western ideals had been spread through the land, swana was a very queer place. so while homosexuality was never mentioned in the qur'an or in the hadiths or whatever else, queer people have been existing for thousands and thousands of years. we have always existed and will continue to. i'm not sure if this story is true but i believe prophet muhammad had an experience with some trans or "femenine men" during his time? in any case, i think looking more into queer history would be great to learn more about how islam and queerness are related to each other.

your concern over trans people transitioning is understandable. while i've already explained it before, i think the best way to think about it is like. trans people are often suicidal. the percentage of trans minors who commit suicide each year is genuinely horrific. if transitioning is the only thing that can help them become healthy again, then allah will allow it. allah wants the best for us and wants us to be happy and healthy. being trans is a health and science related issue. i don't really know how to explain it to you since you are not trans yourself, but please try to understand that you honestly might never actually understand what it's like. being trans is a type of experience that differs for everyone, and if you aren't trans yourself, you may never understand what it's like to feel the need to transition. transitioning is hard, it's long, the process is incredibly expensive. no one is doing it for leisure. people do it for their health and to become healthy again. isn't it haram to not eat pig if you're starving and on deaths door? didn't allah say it's haram for you to not eat or drink something, even if previously told not to, if it'll save your life? didn't allah say that you can do anything to your body and break any rule as long as it's for your health so you survive? being trans is like that. often, transitioning is something that is for health, not for leisure. i can't explain what dysphoria feels like, but it's miserable. it's always being afraid of calls because you are afraid of speak with your voice because it sounds wrong to you. it's wanting to dig your nails into your skin and tear off your flesh because you hate it you hate it you hate it. it's wanting to grab a knife and chop off parts of your body. it's wanting to scream and sob and rot. it's wanting to wear extremely unsafe tight clothing to try to look the way you want to. it's wanting to vomit every time someone calls you the wrong gender. it's the horrific feeling of utter dread hearing your deadname from people you love. it's the urge to just end it all. it'd be so nice to just end it all. if no one will give me what i need, the best option is to end it all. it's horrible and awful and there is nothing to fix it. it only gets worse and worse in most cases, to the point where people start harming themselves and many trans youth end up killing themselves. is it not haram to forbid people from getting treatment? no matter how much that changes them? isn't it all in the name of health and safety? yes, allah said that the harder the challenge, the more rewards you get, but allah did not make us to suffer. allah is already challenging us by making us trans in the first place. that challenge is lifelong, even if we transition. discrimination is still a challenge and still kills people every day. allah loves us and wants the best for us. i don't expect you to completely understand, since you aren't trans yourself, but this is how much it affects us. transition is necessary and it MUST be available for people to receive. and even if you still don't agree... so what? who are you to judge and decide who and who doesn't get to do what they want with their own body? everyone owns their body and ONLY their own body. no one should judge or condemn anyone else for doing what they want with their own body as long as it's not harming anyone else.

we are all muslim, and we all must support each other, no matter how different our views are, because allah loves us all and wants the best for us. thank you for asking, this is a great discussion to have :)

[simpforchuchu]

Can I please request dating HCs for Nakagoshi or Nakaoka, The baby faction leaders don't get enough love imo.

Ooki Nakagoshi | General Dating Hcs

a/n: Hello! I really love our baby faction too 😭 God nobody writes for them and idk why 😭 They are amazing and the cutest ones 🤗 Soo thank you for this request 🌸 Hope you like it ❤️🌸

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

* At first we saw him as a very ambitious, wild and dangerous character. But his reaction when he found out that his friend was involved in stabbing Kiyoshi actually showed us that he's a pretty cool character.

* Someone who doesn't like dirty fighting and injustice, who wants to fight like a man

* Nakagoshi is an ambitious but mature character who is imperturbable, not afraid of fights.

* I especially think how much he has matured and his character has developed over time.

* -of course he is still our baby faction leader -

* He is handsome and has a very pretty face.

* He's good with girls, but he doesn't hang out with them like a playboy.

* I don't think he is overly flirty, someone who likes someone and then tries to get their attention

* Quite loyal to his friends

* In the last fight, we can see how much he cared for them and was a kind hearted person when he himself was injured to save Nakaoka and the others.

* He can fulminate quickly but doesn't act rashly

* He learned a lot from fights and experiences, so he is not naive anymore

* I don't think he would like someone too childish or too serious. I think someone calmer and cute would be his type

* A strong personality will impress him

* You don't have to be physically strong, he loves when you ask him to help you open the jars

* Or when you can't reach the top shelf, it makes him happy to get the plates there for you.

* I don't think it will be very difficult for him with a sensitive and emotional person. Nakagoshi gives me a very emotional vibe. Not a crybaby but someone who can get upset easily

* He's okay with you being crybaby btw, he's trying his best to hold you in his arms and calm you down.

* We know he has a unique style. Hip-hop style gives him a different vibe

* He likes to share his bandanas with you and admires you when you braid your hair and put them on.

* He finds your small body in his big cardigans very cute - those cardigans are too big for him too -

* He'll probably confess himself first and ask you out but if you do first, it's fine. I think he might be a little shy and be pretty cute

* Although he looks like a real Casanova from the outside, I think he is trying not to break anyone's heart

* A true gentleman

* Someone to open doors for you and hold your hand as you descend the stairs

* Although he believes that you truly love him, sometimes he thinks that he cannot show you enough love and wants you to remember it by buying gifts at such times.

* Someone he can be himself with is very precious to him. Even if it's not your style, he finds it sweet that you listen to his favorite music and try to understand it.

* I don't think he can cook. That's why he often comes to the balcony of your house to watch movies or have a picnic, taking food from outside.

* I think he's someone who gets cold easily, so he likes to put your hand in his cardigan pocket and hold your hand.

* I can imagine he likes sweets more. He always has little candies for you in his pocket - for himself too of course -

* It's very important to him that you love his friends, he sees them as his family and wants you to be happy with them too

* Most of the time he is very afraid of hurting you unintentionally or that someone will hurt you because of him.

* He often thinks about it by hugging you tightly

* He is surprisingly knowledgeable about your period and tries to remember everything he reads.

* I don't think he's very good at taking care of you when you're sick, but he's definitely trying. And he definitely ends up getting sick himself…

* He is reluctant to talk about his problems, so you have to push him. Because he's afraid to bother you

* He’s not afraid to cry next to you

* He lies to you when he fights, he doesn't want you to worry or be scared because of him

* But when that lie was exposed, when he saw how upset you were, he gave up.

* He can make mistakes but he's just a boy trying not to upset you

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna

[melancholysway]

Hi there! I just found your account today and think your work is amazing! If requests are open, could I possibly request headcanons for the 2012 Turtles for when their S/O is severely stressed out and needs a break? Thank you so so much and keep up the amazing work! :)

TMNT Headcanons: Stressed out S/O! (2012)

OFC! This is my first request so I'm excited! My ask box and submission box will be closed after this weekend so I can work on finishing Serendipity, so request if you like up until then!

For future reference, if my account grows, I'll most likely take 1 or two requests at a time. I like to take time to write what I write, and turn a simple headcanon into something more complex in nature. That being said, you can request a longshot (where there's headcanons + one shot for each turtle,) or a shortshot (where there's just bullet points as headcanons) to make it easier. Some people love a long read, but others prefer a short read that's to the point of strictly headcanons! I respect both! &lt;3

OKAY I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT LEO'S & DONNIE'S WERE MY FAVORITES TO WRITE WTF.

some tunes while you read:

Key: ~ = time skip/scene change ============ Leonardo

Out of all the brothers, Leo gets it.

He gets the most stressed out of all his brothers, but Donnie is a VERY close runner-up.

Leo holds the most stressful burden on his shoulders, so, trust me, he'll be there for you.

He cares about your well-being, so when he notices you've been stressed, he takes matters into his own hands.

Because, in the relationship, Leonardo makes sure you're in a good headspace all the time. He knows the downfall of a broken mind.

So when he texts you suddenly after yet another breakdown of the week and tells you he has a surprise in the lair, you take it.

Because good God, you needed a distraction, and Leo's text was so sweet that you couldn't resist.

"Hana, are you busy? I have something for you and I think it'll help with how you've been feeling lately :)"

Putting on your coat to counter the January air in Manhattan, you quickly make your way downstairs to the lobby of your apartment building. You didn't even bother to doll yourself up, Leo always said you looked better when you were natural.

Now, it's not uncommon for your boyfriend to surprise you. If anything, it was Leo's favorite thing to do. He loves the art of surprise, and how you always have the most beautiful smile upon your lips as he reveals what he has in store for you. But, you were unsure of what he may have. You couldn't think of what he could be up to.

Would he take you out for the nightly rooftop scream he does to get his pent-up frustrations out? (don't tell anyone about that btw.)

Force...I mean, suggest that you watch Space Heroes with him?

You're unsure.

But, you put all theories aside and walk over to the manhole cover you've familiarized yourself with for the past year.

You knew it all-too-well, that if you take a right, then walk straight for 5 minutes, then turn left, and walk again for now 10 minutes, you'll see the abandoned subway station in the distance.

Desperate for some warmth, your hands grasp the heavy black cover, it's edges frosted with light snow, causing your fingers to become numb from the cold. You push it aside and descend down the ladder and into the damp atmosphere and tangy scent that finds its way up your nose.

The walk is quick, as your strides are brisk. You watch the droplets of water land in the mixture of suspicious liquids that was the sewer water. You learned quickly to never walk in it, and you scrunch your nose up as you reminisce about the first time you came down to the sewers to see the turtles.

You see the familiar subway station you've come accustomed to visiting a few times a week- time permitting. You can hear the grunts of Raphael become louder, as you watch him (once again) massacre the poor practice dummy in the living room space.

"Hey, Y/n. I wondered when you'd be coming." Raph acknowledges your presence, but his focus stays on the dummy.

"Sup, Raph, why? am I late?" You ask, you wondered if Leo's text was sent later than he intended due to service issues, and you may actually be late to his surprise.

"Nah," Raph kicks the dummy in its stomach, the weak chains respond with clangs as if they're begging him to stop, "Leo's been in the dojo for a while, said we couldn't go in and spoil the surprise for ya."

"You have me all excited, it's the first time this week I've been giddy about something." You respond, a soft smile dancing on your lips.

"School?"

"School, work, friends, parents, everything. Truly whooping my ass."

"Hey, sorry to hear that." Raphael stops massacring the practice dummy, and he turns to you. "I'm not the best at words...but um...hope you feel better after tonight."

~

After waving goodbye to Raph, you make your way toward the dojo. It's quiet once again, but as you get closer, you can almost...feel a low vibration bubbling from within you. It's odd, but it's calming all the same. You see a piece of paper and a blue paisley bandana on the ground in front of the dojo. You bend down and take the note to read.

Put this on before you come in - Leo

Written nicely in blue ink, how could you defy this order?

As you slide what feels to be the dojo doors open while blindfolded, you can sense that something is different.

"Y/n!" You hear Leo's excited voice say the beautiful name he's gotten engrained into his brain and vocabulary. You smile sincerely, knowing that the only thing visible on your face is your lips. You can hear the sound of Leo's footsteps coming closer, and before he tells you to take off the blindfold, his lips connect to yours in a loving kiss.

The type of kiss you couldn't go one day without having. The type of kiss that makes your whole body feel like jelly. Yeah, that kind.

While you're distracted from the kiss, you feel Leo's hand go from your waist up to the back of your head, and you feel the fabric being lifted from your face.

Pulling away for air, you open your eyes- and the first thing you see is the familiar Prussian blue irises staring back at your e/c ones.

"Surprise."

Leo steps away from you, and you finally see the surprise he's talking about.

The dojo is dimly lit, only white unscented candles being the source of lighting. The normal scent of worn-out birch wood mixes in with a new smell. Its seemingly fruity, yet wooden undertones come about the more you inhale. Along with these, there's a hint of...what is it?

"Patchouli."

"Huh?" You stop smelling the air to find the mystery scent and look at the leader in blue.

"That's the smell you can't put your finger on. Patchouli. I could tell you were confused from the look on your face."

How lucky were you?

Aside from the scents, there are large copper and silver bowls sitting in the middle of the dojo, with a wooden mallet sitting on a velvet red pillow.

"Okay, it may seem too kumbaya," Leo says, his hand immediately going to the back of his neck as it usually does when he's nervous.

"No...it's...what's that sound?" You ask, walking closer to the bowls. The closer you get, the more the sound vibrates throughout your body at a low frequency.

"They're from those Tibetan singing bowls. Buddhist monks used it for meditation throughout India and later on Japan." He points to the bowls sitting together, the three different-sized bowls giving off unique vibrations from one another.

"He gave me these blue lotus incense sticks, too. I burned one not too long before you came, and it really shifts the energy in the room." Leonardo softly takes your hand in his and leads you to the front of the Tibetan bowls, and sits you both down in a kneeling position.

"I know you've been stressed...and Master Splinter let me borrow these when I started heavily meditating. It's a unique way to unwind and destress." Leonardo takes the wooden mallet in his hand, then slowly goes around the largest bowl with it.

At first, nothing happens. But as a few moments go by, you can hear that vibration you felt before you came into the dojo. It seeps into your body, as you can physically feel the negative energy leave your system. Frustration, stress, anxiety- all gone.

At this moment, you're not stressed. At this moment, you have peace and clarity.

You both sit in silence, and you close your eyes for the sound and vibration to fully go into your body. It takes about 3 minutes for the sound to completely go away, and as you open your eyes again to the world, Leo does the same. Only Leo's eyes are looking at you for a response. He hopes that he helped you.

"I...I love it." That is all you can say. It's all you truly can say because it's 1000% how you feel. You loved that Leonardo took the time to find something to destress you. He was truly a gift.

"Y-you do?" His smile stretches from cheek to cheek, and his eyes glint with hope.

"I really do, thank you, Leo; seriously." You interlock your fingers with your boyfriend and lean in to give him a well-deserved kiss. The feeling of his smooth lips upon yours, to the way they went together and danced the same dance they'd rehearsed since the very first kiss was perfect.

Everything was perfect. The kiss, the atmosphere, the surprise, Leo.

Everything was perfect.

=======================

Raphael

He's not the leader of the group, but boy does this turtle get stressed

doesn't matter about what, it could be the weather, he doesn't give a shit.

if it's something that can cause stress, chances are it's stressed him out.

Raphael knows his style of letting off steam is different from the average person, they don't have their own dojo where they can absolutely annihilate everything they see.

His alternative is breaking stuff

but, he can't exactly break everything in the lair, so he finds other things outside the sewer where it's absolutely okay to break shit

the definition of

"I know a place"

The Place:

When he finds out you're stressed after overhearing your conversation with Splinter, he's on the job.

He catches you at a good time because you're just about on the brink of a breakdown.

Since he would never go to this abandoned place in the night, he texts you in the afternoon, when the sun is still very, VERY bright and high in the air.

Babe, I have a surprise for you

Be at your window in 10 :*

You hear your phone ding again, and you pick it up already knowing who it is. Nobody double-texts you other than your boyfriend. Heck, Raph even quadruple texts when he's in the talking mood.

Were you even in the mood to see him? Not that you didn't WANT to see him, but you weren't sure if you were in the right headspace. It's been a stressful week, with finals and all. Your two good friends have gotten into a fight and wanted you to take a side, and your parents have been too caught up in their jobs to pay attention to you. It was a terrible situation that was only going to get worse if you couldn't let it all out.

Were you ready to see him? You didn't want to lash out on him or anything from all the pent-up stress.

But still, you find yourself getting ready, putting comfortable clothes on as you just got out of the shower, anticipating Raph's appearance.

As a few minutes went by, you suddenly hear the familiar rhythmic knocks at your window. You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, and you can see bags forming under your eyes from lack of sleep. Not only that, but your eyes have been slightly puffy from the crying you've been doing in the shower. Honestly, that crying session was just the pre-game warm-up. But, the grand breakdown was luckily put on pause thanks to Raphael.

You walk over to your window, and you both follow the routine you've come accustomed to.

"Hey, babe," Raph says, his voice soothing. He used it when he knew he had to be gentle when speaking to you, and it was the same one he used with Chompy.

"Hi, Raph," Your boyfriend places a chaste kiss on your lips, and you find the strength to give him the same energy back. You both share a kiss, his filled with concern, and yours with hopefulness.

"Okay," Pulling away from the kiss, he looks around your room until his eyes land on something.

"It's gonna sound weird but, put this on." You're unsure what this is until Raphael presents a midnight black Nike head tie you had sitting atop your pearl-white vanity. You comply, but your eyes narrow and look straight into his emerald green ones, trying to find the method to this head tie madness.

You find nothing, and thus, the head tie is now a blindfold.

"What now?" You asked, trying your best not to bump into anything around you as you followed Raph's receding voice.

"I forgot, you can't see." You hear a slight chuckle followed by footsteps coming close. A 3-fingered hand grabs your own, as your 5 digits wrap around them in anticipation.

"I'm gonna take you somewhere," Suddenly, Raph's hand leaves yours, and two strong arms pick you up, bridal style.

"But...it's daytime, Red." You use his nickname, to let him know that you appreciate his offer of being taken out of your tiny apartment.

"Where I'm taking ya...you'll be glad it's during the daytime."

Okay, maybe this wasn't the right thing for Raph to say to tease the surprise. It sounded terrifying, and you were left in his arms thinking up every possibility the surprise could be. As Raph slides the window close, you can feel the warm wind of springtime make its way into your hair. It separates the strands, and you could feel the warmth from the air tickle your scalp. You're relying on smell and touch for this trip to...well, you don't know where. But, you smell the usual, the freshly cut grass and the musty remnants of mass pollution from the citizens.

It's a bumpy ride, but it's expected. Whenever Raph takes you roof-hopping, he's always fast and never slow. You faintly hear his light breathing amongst the wind brushing against your face.

~

"It's...it's a..." You hold onto your blindfold, unsure of what exactly you're looking at. After you reached your destination, Raph placed you back on your feet and took off your blindfold with no warning. So, you didn't anticipate seeing what you're looking at now.

"Abandoned factory. Come, this isn't the full surprise" Suddenly, Raph takes your hand into his own, and he leads the way into the graffiti-ridden building.

Abandoned may be an understatement. Maybe demolished? Run-down? On its last limb? You cautiously step over different textures and pass different sceneries, the rays of the sun illuminating the inside of the factory. It's massive, and you can see the open ceiling above you reveal more space and floors the more you walk around at the bottom. It's truly a hidden gem because you would've never thought you could find something like this still standing in the city.

You take in the new world around you, as it feels you're now isolated and far from city life. Nothing moves here but you and Raph; not to mention the small debris falling from the outdated cream popcorn ceiling.

After minutes go by of walking, you reach a room that appears to have been the work area. You wonder what they made here, but you can't think of anything specifically until you see the worn-out sewing machines atop every wooden table.

They rest gracefully as if they're waiting to be used again.

You wonder, 'who's going to break the news and tell them that they never will be?'

"I need you to do two more things for me, babe." You turn to Raphael, who hands you a pair of safety goggles that he definitely stole from Donnie's lab.

"Put this on," You do as told. You watch as your vision gets mildly cloudy from the smudges on the lenses.

You still feel confused, as you're trying to grasp the point of all this.

"Casey let me borrow this last time I was here, so, we should put it to good use, right?" He walks over to a corner of the spacious room and picks up what looks like a baseball bat.

After handing it to you, he takes a deep breath. Raphael was never good at finding the right words in such little time, but right now, it came easy.

He may have rehearsed what he was going to say to you.

"I...I overheard you telling Splinter you've been stressed. I-I...I shouldn't have eavesdropped but...I knew something was off about you, Y/n. I just didn't know what." You watch as Raph's green eyes avoid looking into yours. He must be nervous. I know, Raph and nervous never go in the same sentence, right?

Wrong. Raph gets nervous, especially when talking to you. He's still finding his groove when it comes to talking to his girlfriend.

"I thought about ways to help, but they were all ways that I would normally deal with anger. So...I brought you here." You listen as Raph riles himself up when he was nearing the end of his speech to you. Like I said, words never came easy to Raph, but for you, he was more than willing to take a dive at it.

"It's sort of a way I would deal with being stressed, but it's in a more satisfying way for you. You take all your frustrations on the building to avoid self-destruction, as uh...Leo would say." He smiles, a small one, but you can still see it. It's rare that Raphael smiled, but since he started dating you, it's all his lips felt like doing when he saw you.

You look down at the wooden bat in your hand and then back up at Raph.

"I...you thought this through so much...this is so sweet of you, Raph. Truly. I could use an outlet to let everything out." Your lips curl into a smile, one of the few you've done this past week due to the stress you've been under.

Raphael came at the best time, you would've cried and trashed your room alone. But, you had Raph.

"It's what I'm here for, Y/n. Let it all out." He steps back, far away from you for you to use the baseball bat.

Poor factory.

You take a deep breath, before readying your bat and swinging at one of the sewing machines. It crashes on the ground, its red paint on the outside cracking and breaking off.

"Stupid...fucking...school!" You yell in between hits. Your breathing is heavy, but you don't care. You also don't care that you may look crazy in front of Raph. Honestly, he was right. You had to let it all out; no matter what.

"Stupid…fucking friends that put ME…in the middle of THEIR bullshit!" You swing again, and again, and again. You wind up hitting a sewing machine in the process, and watch as its red paint chips off once it hits the ground.

You continue like this for a while; hitting chairs, shattering glass, hell, you even ditch the bat and start throwing things with your bare hands.

It goes on for a while, and after you throw the last innocent sewing machine on the ground, you sink to the floor to catch your breath and calm down.

"You alright?" He asks.

"I see why you do that…." Raphael helps you up, and he takes the goggles off your face.

"…Why you take your anger out that way…it's…"

"Satisfying?" Raphael finishes your sentence, and you laugh in response.

"Very. Very satisfying," You place a kiss on Raph's left cheek, and you watch as it turns light pink from the feeling of your lips. "Thank you Red, really."

"Anytime. Let me know if you ever need to destress, and I'll find more places like this that you can wreck to your heart's content." With that, Raphael takes your hand once more, and leads you back to the entrance you both came from.

How lucky were you to have someone like Raphael help you out in times like this.

And better yet, how de-stressed you felt after this whole thing.

=================================

Donatello

Okay, Donnie's way of dealing with stress is pretty...weird.

The man reads academic journals for fun, so, that should tell you all you need to know about how he deals with it

Donnie thinks you're avoiding him at first. You haven't been coming to the lair as much as you usually do, but he doesn't want to pry. Donatello was never the type to confront you about something. Actually, anyone for that matter. He just wasn’t the confrontational type.

But, when April and Casey come over to the lair without you for the 5th time this week, he’s lost. 

That is, until April lets him know what’s been up with you.

“I’m not sure what exactly it is…maybe finals week? Y/n’s been studying like crazy, especially for the honors classes. 

You’re stressed! That was it. Donnie figured that much. 

He thinks about the stuff he usually does to get rid of any stress, but they’re not ideal. He can’t make you invent something or talk to Timothy, that’s his style of doing things. He had to get into your mind. 

What could he do to make you feel better?

“Are you free today?”

“I’ve got a surprise for you, but it requires me to come over. And…it’s going to need a large time slot for it to be a proper surprise :D”

You reread the text your boyfriend sent you. It was enticing, and you wondered what it could be. Lately, you’ve been staying home more cooped up in your room. Finals week was coming up, and you were swamped with studying. It was all you did. Eat, sleep, and study. So much so, that you started getting nervous about the upcoming exams. You were having so much anxiety over finals that it stressed you out severely. It wasn’t one specific kind of stress. It's an odd description, but this stress that feels like a big cloud looming over you everywhere you go. It wouldn’t go away, no matter how much you tried.

 It took a toll on your room, too. Your room became messier than the average teen's. You had a pile of clean laundry you never took the time to put away, and packets of study guides for all classes sprawled across your desk and onto the floor. Your bed was undone, and you sat in the middle of your room, reading Donnie’s text again for the third time. 

It was bad enough you haven’t been down to the Lair lately, and it would be even worse if you turned his surprise down. Donatello does things out of the kindness of his own heart. You’ve noticed this time and time again. He would do something or make something really special for you, and ask for nothing in return. Don’t get me wrong, you loved to get him different things that piqued his interest or plan out fun dates around the lair or your apartment, but Donatello was truly a special turtle. 

Your thumb hovers over the send button. You get a slight wave of excitement from the idea of seeing your boyfriend and what he might have in store for you. Pressing send, you lay and gaze at the dull white ceiling of your room. 

You start to wait for Donnie’s arrival, but then you wonder if you should tidy up. 

In all seriousness, it really wasn’t THAT bad. You’ve seen Mikey’s room before, and Lord, that boy needs help in there. It also would make time go faster and before you know it, Donnie will come knocking at your window. 

You groggily get up from your spot on the bed and begin to slowly gather all the study guides in your hand, making sure not to bend or crinkle the edges of the papers. You have about 3 packets for each subject, so, yeah, being overwhelmed is an understatement. 

You place them all in one pile on your desk and decide that it was enough tidying up after you made your bed. Your clean clothes could wait to be put away.

You were in the middle of separating past tests by the subject when you suddenly hear the knocks that were exclusive to Donatello. He always knocks quietly at first because he doesn’t want to be rude or scare you, but then he realizes you can’t hear it, so the knocks gradually get louder. 

A glint of happiness seeps into your eyes as you see Donnie’s gap-toothed smile through the window, but it doesn’t help the fact that the cloud is still hovering above you. 

Sliding open the window, you invite the sunlight into your seemingly dark room. It was still the middle of the day, and you were surprised Donnie came over when it was still daytime. But, he’s a ninja, he’s smart. He knows how to get to your place undetected. 

You completely give in as Donnie steps in and embraces you in a tight hug after setting down three large brown plastic bags he brought with him. 

“Dove, how are you? Honestly.” Donnie asks as he strikes your hair. Feeling comfort in his arms like you usually did, you couldn’t lie about how you felt anymore. Plus, from the sincere tone in Donnie’s voice, he already had an idea. 

“Not…not so good. I haven’t been this stressed out in a long time. It’s horrible, I mean, look at my room, Don.” 

“Hey,” Donatello lifts your chin with his green finger and smiles, “I've seen Mikey’s room, believe me, I’m not judging.”

You couldn’t help but softly smile, and you place a loving kiss on Donnie’s lips. Like always, Donatello melts. He's been melting since the first kiss you both shared 6 months ago. He couldn’t help it, he was finally being loved- and that’s all he wanted. 

Donatello was truly a gem, and when he tells you to close your eyes, you can’t help but think of all the things he may have to ease your mind as you comply. 

~

“Painting?” You tilt your head and look at your boyfriend. Donatello presents to you a wide smile that displays his cute gap as he begins to tell you why he chose painting to help you. 

“Precisely! I remember you talking about how much you hated the cream color and wanted something nicer, so I researched colors that are known to lift moods…” Donnie kneels down and uses a box cutter to get the first can of paint open. Once it’s fully cut, he lifts the lid, and you can see the sunflower yellow paint glisten from the seeping sunlight from the window. 

 “And I found this. Making paint from scratch is really simple. It’s pigment, binder, the actual liquid, and some additives…and…sorry, I’m going on a tangent.” You watch as Donatello stops himself from speaking about his entire process for making this paint for your room, but it makes it all the more special. Donnie MADE paint, a custom color just for you to make you feel better. How fucking sweet was that?

You look at the paint once again, and it’s so glossy, you can faintly see your reflection drowning in the yellow hue. “Now, I know it’s bright,” The ninja in purple starts, “but according to color psychology, the color of a room has a significant impact on human behavior and mood.”  He opens another plastic bag, and he’s managed to fit large paint rollers and paint trays. Not only that, he’s even gotten painter's tape to help with the fine lines and smaller paint brushes. 

You never really thought about how the color of your room has an impact on your mood. As you look around, you imagine your room the same color as the one in the can. 

  You can imagine a dramatization of white tulips and lilacs growing in your room from how bright and lively it’ll be after it’s painted. 

“Don…” Donatello truly thought of the best solution to your problem, and you couldn’t be any more grateful

“Yeah? Wait, you don’t like it? Is it too much? Is it the color? I happen to really enj-“

“No no no Donnie, it’s great.” You walk up to Donnie’s hunched form over the paint cans and wrap your arms around his neck from behind. You can feel his hands touch yours, and his deep brown-red eyes close with satisfaction. He did it again, he got something right for you. 

“I would love to spend the day with you painting my room.”

You and Donnie both take the time to quickly move all furniture up against the walls to the middle of the room. It’s fairly easy since your small room in the apartment doesn’t have much. A vanity, a dresser, a nightstand, even your bed. But, you get it done. 

You take down any posters that are up on your walls, and it’s finally bare. It’s a disgusting dull cream shade, and you couldn’t despise it more. After getting the tape to block parts that normally didn’t get painted, it was finally time!

“Are you ready?” Donnie asks as he hands you a roller. It’s not heavy, but as soon as you dip it in the large tin that your boyfriend put the yellow paint in, you can feel the weight increase as the roller soaks up all the liquid it can to saturate the wall. 

“I’m excited…I haven’t painted in a while.” You initially thought Donatello was bringing paint so you guys could just relax and paint some pretty pictures together, but honestly, this was so much better.

You start on the wall in front of you, thinking of where you should start the roller first. Now, you wanted it to look good, so you decide to start rolling from top to bottom, applying light pressure in the beginning, before gradually placing more for the paint to transfer onto the wall. You watch as the new sunflower yellow replaces that nasty color you initially had, and comparing it after just a few strokes you can already tell the gorgeous difference. It was going to look absolutely beautiful when it was done. 

Once you start getting the hang of it, you and Donatello divide and conquer, as you learned pretty quickly that you couldn’t reach the higher parts of the wall. 

But, that’s the benefit of having a tall mutant turtle as a boyfriend, Donnie got to those hard-to-reach spots with no problem!

~

It took hours. But, those were the least stressful hours you’ve had for the past couple of weeks. Not once did the thought of finals cross your mind, as you were distracted with Donnie. He took his time, as did you, to try and drag this whole painting project longer than it probably should go. But, time didn’t matter to you right now. What mattered was that Donatello was with you, painting your room. You were nearing the end of the project, as you had less than half of the final wall to go. Donnie took it upon himself to make any conversation- and you both spoke of mundane topics. Mundane until Donatello heard something you said about a certain conspiracy theory that piqued his interest. 

“I mean, it’s science. What idiot would say the world is fl-ah! Whoops! sorry, Y/n.” You feel something cold land on your cheek, and you stop painting the wall to feel what it is. As you wipe the unknown substance off and look at your hand, you see there are remnants of yellow paint covering your fingers. 

You look at Donatello, putting up a front as if you’re shocked he just did that. As he stumbles upon his words to apologize again, you dip your finger in the tin of yellow liquid and fingerpaint his bicep.

“Whoops, sorry, Donnie!” You giggle as the purple-banded turtle turns red from your touch until he snaps out of it and dips his own finger in the paint, only to cover your nose in it. 

“Sorry!” He exclaims sarcastically. Oh sweet innocent Donnie and his sassiness. 

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now Don!” What turned from a normal room painting project amongst two people that just so happened to be a couple, shifted into an all-out paint fight between them. You haven’t felt so free in weeks. 

Stifling your laughter, you try and wiggle out of Donnie’s grip on top of you as he tickles your sides, trying to make you say “mercy.”

“Okay okay! Mercy! Mercy! Uncle!” You say in between laughs. You both stop and catch your breaths, and Donnie- covered in paint like you- dives in to kiss your lips. Despite them having paint on them, he didn’t care. It was a cute moment that he would be thinking about for the next couple of months. You both stay like this, and Donnie’s lips work yours like they usually do, and you could feel him smiling into the kiss. You give in, too, and smile as well. Kisses from Donatello were something that you craved.

“Thank you, Donnie. It means a lot to me that you did this.” You say after the slew of kisses end. He smiles and chuckles nervously, “Anytime. My sweet angel.”

~

If you were wondering, once you were done, it came out amazing. It was just like you imagined it. Once the furniture was put back in place (not touching the wall, Donatello would help move it back once the paint fully dried,) you take a moment to let it seep in. Your room was a breath of fresh air, and that’s what you needed right now. You felt this imaginary cloud that sat atop you in your room fade away, and you could almost feel your newly yellow walls smiling back at you.

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Michelangelo

Mikey is always pretty laid-back and energetic.

He rarely gets stressed, unless it’s during a mission and he’s done something to fuck the team up

Then at that moment, he’s stressed.

He usually deals with it in a very “mikey” way.

He may go skateboarding in the sewers, or take a chance and try and skateboard on the rooftops. Don’t do that second one if you’re not mikey, it’s pretty dangerous. 

He’d also just sit down and eat a few slices of pizza, nothing extreme, but indulging in your favorite food in moderation is something that can make you feel better!

When you first start dating, you always found yourself wanting to be around Mikey, as he was never a negative turtle. He was always so happy, so much so that it even made you question why. Not in a bad way, but you wondered how he could stay so positive.

So when he notices something is off about you, he has something very special planned. 

He shoots you a text, hoping you’ll accept his offer and come down to the Lair today.

Heyyyy gorgeous! I know you haven’t been feeling so good, so I was wondering if you wanted to come down and see the super duper awesome surprise I have for you :D?

Now, who are you to turn down Mikey? You couldn’t allow your stress to take over your love life, as it already had taken over your academic and social life. Regents exams were coming up, and everyone knows New York students despise those- especially you- because you just so happened to get a terrible math teacher this year and were worried about failing. On top of this, your friend group had gotten terribly complicated. It seemed that drama followed your friends, and you were seriously considering finding some new ones. All of this being said, it took a toll on your mental health. Your life, as you knew it, was getting stressful. So much so, that you sat in your bed on the weekends, not really interacting with anyone but your parents if they came into your room. 

You sadly haven’t been texting Mikey as much as you usually do, and you hoped he didn’t take it the wrong way. But, as you reread his message once again, you think about how he noticed the changes in you without even asking. Raph may clown him at times, but Mikey was extremely observant.

You peeled the covers off of you and got out of your bed, wondering if you should even make it up. 

“That one navy guy said to always make your bed in that one speech...” You say out loud. It’s may seem dumb, but that one navy guy is right. If you have the willpower to do something so small as making your bed, you’ll have the willpower to overcome the hardship in your life.

You decide to make your bed. It didn’t make you less stressed, but you felt hope for how the rest of your day will go. You’re looking forward to seeing your boyfriend, as he was your break from all the mess in the world that was your life. 

You look out into the city sky through your window before leaving, and you see the many hues of orange and yellow merging as the sun sets. Orange, huh, it reminds you of Mikey. You make your way down to the stairs of your apartment building, and soon to the outside. You feel the cool air hit your face, as the nearing summertime weather was approaching. You wondered what you would do this summer IF you were to pass your mathematics regents. You thought about the farmhouse April took you and the guys to last summer.

 It was your first actual vacation with the turtles and their sensei, and it was seriously relaxing. You were far away from the city, as upstate New York was quiet- Suffolk County being one of those quiet places. You were able to have quality time with the turtles as a group, and then also have quality time with your boyfriend, Mikey. You guys did a lot together, you paired up for the volleyball game (and lost badly against Leo and Raph,) tried to fish (you landed in the lake,) and even made a fire together! (Thank you, Google.) Needless to say, you were looking forward to the next trip to April’s farmhouse. 

This thought also made you more anxious for the exam, so you distract your mind by quickly getting to the manhole cover and going down into the sewer. You had gotten used to the smell over time, and it was nearing summer- where the smell would get progressively worse as the temperature rises. But, you had been down here enough times to where the smell didn’t bother your nose as much. Plus, the Lair smelled 1000x better than the actual sewer tunnels. 

Speaking of the Lair, you made it!

“Y/n! Hey!” You’re greeted by Leonardo, who’s sitting in front of the TV. You can hear voices that belong to Captain Ryan and his crew, so you’re lucky that Leo even noticed you. He’s usually always into the show that he tunes everything out around him. Unless, you know, Raph makes a comment about how dumb the show is. 

“Hey, Leo. Another marathon?” You ask as he turns his head to you, the TV lights illuminating his face. 

“Yeah, I got dibs on the TV tonight and everything!” It was comical to see Leo out of “leader mode,” he seemed so happy today. 

“Any idea where Mikey is?” You ask, looking around the living space. You see Raph sitting on the couch behind Leo reading a comic and feeding his pet turtle a few leaves. Don’t even get me started on the irony of this picture. Anyway, there’s no sign of Donatello, but you hear faint humming coming from the kitchen far off on the opposite side of the living space. 

“He’s in the kitchen, he nearly kicked me out for trying to feed Spike. Almost malnourished the poor guy saying I would ‘mess his flow up.” Raph says as Spike chews on his leaf. He nods his head at you to say hello, and you wave in response. 

“Thanks,” After talking to the brothers in red and blue, you make your way over to the kitchen. Out of all the areas in the Lair, the kitchen was special. Why? There’s a cat in the freezer. It was comical, one day you were grabbing an ice pack for Mikey, and you were shocked to see a literal ice cream kitty hand you one and meow happily at you. Like Raph with Spike, Mikey really loved that kitty, plus he felt bad that he mutated it accidentally, but, Ice Cream Kitty seemed pretty happy. 

You turn the corner and see your boyfriend, Mikey, with a “kiss the cook” apron on. He wore it for “special meals” as he would put it. You wondered what was so special about tonight’s food.

“Hey, Mikey?” You call out, he’s getting something out of the cabinet before he sees you. But, when he does, it’s over.

“Y/n! Oh my sweet angel Y/n!” Mikey smiles and pulls you into a loving hug, and you faintly smell remnants of vanilla on him. 

“Okay, so, surprise! We’re bakin’! You know, according to Google, I read that baking is good for the mind, I knew my awesome cooking skills will come in handy!” Mikey cheered as he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You wondered what you were going to bake with him. As you looked around the table at the different baking ingredients, you concluded it would be a cake. 

“We’re making a cake?” You ask as you walk around the table. You smiled as you saw the different colors of icing sprawled across the top. 

“Aw yeah! You have the professional uncertified chef here to help, too! I know your mood has been down, with school and stuff- and I know school causes stress…so I thought this would help.” You watch the orange-clad turtle give his puppy eyes at you, hoping that this would be the way to convince you to unwind and bake with him.

Mikey didn’t need the puppy eyes this time around, him thinking of this activity was more than enough to swoon you over. 

“I think it’ll help more than you think,” Michelangelo’s eyes get a glint of happiness in them from your response, and you place a kiss on his lips, “Thank you, for thinking of me and how to help out.” 

“Anything for my sweet sweet sweet…sweet…hold on…that’s too many sweets, sweet sweet angel Y/n!” His bright blue eyes glance into yours as he cheeses. 

~

Mikey may be an uncertified unlicensed chef with no study in culinary school, but, he surely knows a thing or two about baking. 

It makes this process stress-free, and that was his intention. He measures out everything for you so all you have to do is mix it in and watch the magic happen. This part is fun alone, as you watch the sugar be mixed in with the melted butter, creating a sand-like texture before the sugar is totally dissolved. Mikey’s careful with the eggs, as he went off the instructions when they said to add the eggs after melting the butter. 

“I don’t think you want scrambled eggs in your cake.” He says, stopping you from cracking the egg into the golden liquid. 

You feel the side of the bowl after mixing the sugar and butter, your hand feeling the bowl cool down, as the sugar lowers the temperature. You then continue mixing the liquid ingredients together, while Mikey measures out the dry ingredients in a separate bowl. You wanted to make a marble cake, so you were soon separating the liquid mixture in half while your boyfriend did the same with the dry, only adding cocoa powder to one of the halved bowls. 

After some time, you’re ready to combine the dry and wet ingredients together. Mikey hands you the orange rubber spatula, and you gently fold the ingredients together in each bowl, careful not to over-mix. You and Mikey continue joking around and for the first time this week, you’re having fun. You’re not thinking about school, or anything else negative. No, this activity has managed to clear your mind in a positive way. 

“Awww yeah! In the oven it goes!” You used a skewer to mix the chocolate part into the vanilla, creating that marble effect you were desiring. After this, you and Mikey hold it together and place it in the preheated oven at a toasty 350 degrees for 25 minutes. 

While you wait, you think about what you should decorate the cake with. Mikey hasn’t mentioned anything about it, but it’s probably because he’s losing to Ice Cream Kitty at Uno. It’s so funny to watch Mikey get beat at his own game, as he whines after the cold kitty throws down yet another draw 4. Cheating or not, it’s comical to watch a cat play cards. Uno at that. 

~

Now that the cake is out of the oven, you and Mikey agreed on waiting 15 minutes so it could cool down for decorating.

Watching the Uno match in front of you, your lips form into a smile, and you let out a giggle as Ice Cream Kitty meows in response to Mikey’s whining, as they secretly show you their last two cards. Yeah, Mikey’s toast.

Mikey gets hit with a blue skip as Ice Cream Kitty beats him to yell “Uno” first, and then places down their final card: a red skip.

“You definitely cheated!” Mikey exclaims as the Neopolitan kitty climbs off the table and shimmy’s up the fridge back into the freezer, ignoring Mikey’s antics. The timer you set on your phone goes off, and as you poke the top of the cake, the surface is completely cooled and ready to be iced.

“What were you thinking to put on it?”  You asked, opening the red icing while Mikey the orange. 

“Um...well, I was thinking of leaving that to you. You know, to do the honors. Now, I know we’re not all gifted with artistic greatness, butttttt I trust you to do it.” He jokes, earning an eye roll and a nudge on the arm from you.

You first grab the white frosting that's off to the side, realizing you had to paint the cake first before actually putting a design on it. Grabbing the silver-angled spatula, you dip it into the Pillsbury container and begin to maneuver the cake tool to fully cover the cake in white sugary goodness. With the cake cooled, it’s a breeze. 

You look around the cake at every angle, making sure you got every corner and cranny. As you grab the red icing you opened earlier, you grip it in your hand and hover on top of the cake. But, you stop. 

What should you decorate it with? Actually, what should you write? That’s what bakers did, right? They wrote nice sayings in beautiful script, right?

A thought pops into your head, and it causes Mikey to tilt his head in confusion as you get a devious look on your face. 

You apply pressure to the small icing bag, and watch as the red icing writes the words you’re thinking of in your head, letter by letter. You tell Mikey to turn around so he couldn’t see, and he complies. 

After a few more minutes, you put the half-full icing bag down, and admire your work. 

“Okay, Mikey, you can turn back around! Look!” You smile at your work, despite the letters looking absolutely atrocious. It looked like Donnie’s chicken scratch handwriting. But, it says what you were thinking, and that’s what matters. 

As Mikey turns around, he reads the cake quickly before snickering at the sight. 

“I guess there are people with artistic greatness! We have to show Raph. And hide it from Splinter, but also cut him a piece, you know?” He says, handing you the cake cutter as he screams for Raph. As Raph comes over (not before scolding Mikey for yelling,) he looks down at the cake before you stab the middle of it to cut.

“Huh. Somethin’ I would do. Nice, Y/n.” The green-eyed turtle compliments.

To: Stress

Fuck You Bitch!!!!!

Love, Y/n ❤️

After you give Leo and Raph their pieces, you cut Mikey’s, purposefully giving him the slice with the heart on it. 

“For you, because I love you. Thanks, Mikey.” Mikey’s eyes light up, and his freckled cheeks have a slight pink tint after you dive in for an overdue kiss.

Best stress reliever ever.

Masterlist

[midnightstarshadow]

Hey, hey, guess what?

BPFT!Crescent's reference sheet is done!

(BPFT is my God au, btw!!)

I've never done a reference sheet before so idk if I did this right but I do like how it turned out

You can ask questions about him if you want, my ask box is always open ^^

Okay, now I'm gonna ramble about him so if you don't want spoilers for the fic, you may instead focus intensely on the rendered bit on the left and ignore the rest as well as the stuff under the read more :3

So the lantern glows blue because it's fueled by his magic rather than oil or something like that

Anyone who goes to the mortal realm gets one and it basically lights the path to the task they need to complete down there (Crescent doesn't have a real task tho so it's just a funny light)

Yes, he is wearing cloud pajamas, people tend to headcanon Nightmare's realm as eternally nighttime so that means you get to wear pajamas all the time when you're a demi-god living in his realm like Crescent

This is a medieval fantasy world, but the gates to the mortal realm are partially controlled by the God of Time and so the Gods get stuff from all periods because I fucked up when making Crescent's sheet and forgot to do research Fresh exists to be a menace

The outside of the cloak is fairly plain because the God of Fear is ironically paranoid and stealth is a must, however the galaxies on the inside of the cloak are real stars from Nightmare's realm and they move like a real night sky does (or they would, if I could animate that well)

Nightmare just kinda went "Lemme just pull some stars out of the sky for you" and turned it into a cloak for his son when he was sad one time and now it's Crescent's favourite :)

I spent like.... an hour trying to figure out how to make the stars before giving up and using this image from unsplash, which lets you use images for free. IbisPaint doesn't have many star brushes, unfortunately :(

Cross is there too, though I don't got his design fully fleshed out yet so take the silly little sketch of him

Even though the text is the same for their thoughts, they don't speak the same language

(It's only English for you guys)

Crescent only knows how to speak the Gods' language (which I'm gonna say is now Minecraft Enchantment Table lol) cuz that's what he was raised to speak (and to fuck with you guys <3) and Cross would be using Wingdings

Of course, when it's their perspective, it'll be regular letters for them and those fonts for the other so you get the full experience of a language barrier >:)

Cross wants to pay back Crescent by serving him after he saved his life but Crescent just wants a friend so he never asks for anything and that makes Cross a bit upset lol

He likes helping and can't convey that

Crescent wouldn't mind help tho but he kind of thinks Cross needs to rest after almost dying but he can't convey that either

They want to communicate but they can't lol

Oh! Oh! Oh!

I almost forgot!

Crescent can't travel during the day because his father's realm is the night and Dream unintentionally sends his aura across miles during the day

He wants to be the cool uncle but his aura is very overbearing, especially for a small demi-god :(

Crescent just pulls up his hood and pretends to sleep instead

Cross keeps guard :)

He does think Crescent is a God and that he's probably capable of watching his own back but he likes doing it anyway

[d-dalladalla]

Hiiiiiii! :) I'm going through a Red Velvet phase at the moment and I'm seriously in love with all of them. Mostly Irene and Seulgi. There's just something about cold and distant women that does something to me 🥴💦. Especially when they're older.

Can I please request a gip!Irene x innocent!reader scenario? 🥺 Irene is cold, distant and mean towards the reader even though the reader just tries to get her attention. Eventually Irene says something hurtful and the reader tries to move on to gip!Seulgi. Irene eventually gets so possessive over the reader when she hears Seulgi talk about her (the reader) to her friends and its insinuated that they slept together. With jealous smut, pleaseeee? 🥺

Btw, I'm notified whenever you post something and I like your posts almost instantly, so I think if you looked hard enough you'd probably know who I am 🤣🙈. I hope you don't get burnout from all these requests though. It would be devastating if you stopped posting, you're literally one of the few blogs that does gip scenarios for female idols 😔.

Thank u so much bestie <3!!!! I'm not getting burnout, thank god the requests are so good that it's kinda impossible to get burnout lol. Also I legit smile whenever i see the anon asked thing it's like the best thing ever :)

And it's was kinda hard finding a lot of female reader fics and I've found more now but i wanted to add my own so others can enjoy !! Also, I can't remember the author (I'll post it if i can find it) but someone wrote a jennie / chaeyoung x fem reader fic where Chae kept rejecting the reader who eventually got with Jennie and it's genuinely the best thing I've ever read!

You had been infatuated with Irene the moment you saw her, being introduced through Seulgi and immediately trying to get on her good side. She was a sweetheart, she just wasn't very open about it you learned later, she was shy and introverted.

You hadn't felt this way about anyone ever, she was just so perfect that it hurt. But no matter what you did, you had tried everything. Genuine compliments constantly to her face, about how pretty she was, or how nice her laugh is, or how she always makes you laugh...nothing from her.

You opted to show your love with gifts, bringing her flowers, and chocolates, paying for her meals whenever the two of you were out...nothing.

You were sure that this gift would win her over, you had found out from Sooyoung that she was talking about how pretty the flowers were at this little cafe in a flower shop they had been to the previous day so you sped down there, and paid the very hefty price.

You let yourself into their dorm, Seungwan and Yeri giving you soft smiles as they knew what was coming, Sooyoung remaining quiet as she watched Seulgi watch you. Sooyoung always sensed Seulgi's feelings for you, her smile was different when you were around, she was more herself.

Seulgi leant against the kitchen island as she watched you approach Irene's room at the bottom of the corridor, you nervously shuffled as you knocked on her door. You really wanted this to be it, you liked her so so much and you really couldn't take another rejection.

Irene opened the door, she was in the sweatpants you bought her months ago, my god they left you broke for a month, so your smile got wider seeing she actually liked your gifts.

"Yes? what is it I'm busy right now," her tone was cold but you tried to convince yourself that that's just how she spoke, she didn't mean for her words to come out as cold.

"Hi! Jo-Joohyun! I got these for you!" you beamed, holding the bouquet out to her as she peered down at them, taking in the beautiful display and recognising them from yesterday.

"Right...thanks y/n," she took them hesitantly and set them down on the table just out of your sight beside her door. She looked back to you, her expression quizzical as you stood there.

"That it?" she shook her head as she spoke, you could feel that bubble in your throat start to rise and bite back a breath.

"Actually, I-I was wondering if you would maybe l-like to go out tonight? l-like a date?" you tried to sound confident but it came out like a plead.

"No, y/n," she hushed out, she looked so annoyed as she raised a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, "Just- just leave me alone okay? I really don't like you, you're fucking weird, okay?" she closed the door in your face and you, fortunately, didn't hear the gasps coming from her bandmates.

They tried to make themselves look busy, going on their phones, straight up leaving the room or staring at the wall as you walked back into the living room and out the door.

Seulgi didn't know what to do, she kept looking between Irene's door and the front door you just closed. She was so angry, she wanted to yell, scream, hit, anything. She wanted you to herself, but she hated the way Irene treated you. You were so much more than what Irene thought of you. You needed to be treated right and she was going to be the one to do it.

a month later

Irene tried her best to avoid you, she regretted what she said, she really did. But she would rather be caught dead than admit she was wrong. She was just stressed, she had so much going on and was overwhelmed you just unfortunately pushed her over the edge.

Her whole avoiding plan was going well, You hadn't been to the dorm since, the girls being especially quiet when Irene would join them to eat or watch a movie. They wanted to scream at her for breaking your heart but she was their leader.

What Irene didn't mean to do was eavesdrop on the girls' conversations, she wanted to know why they were so distant lately, so she left her bedroom, closing the door silently and sneaking to the end of the corridor and loitering there as she listened in on the girls.

She could sort of gather what they were talking about, you, they were talking about you. Well, more speciality Seulgi was and the girls were chiming in every now and again.

"When was this?!?" Yeri gasped, Irene could tell that something big had been dropped and from Yeri's surprised tone, she wanted to know if you were okay.

"two days ago, why?" Seulgi answered back, her voice was louder to Irene so she must have been just around the corner. She could hear the shuffling on the couch and now Yeri's voice was louder, she must've gotten closer to listen to Seulgi.

"Was it good?" Yeri teased and Irene's tried her best to not assume things, you surely didn't hook up with Seulgi. You were in love with her, for years and there was no way you would've moved on so quickly, right?

"I mean..." Seulgi's voice trailed off, the girls giggling and egging her on to continue the story, a roar of 'go on's.

"Okay! fine, yes she was very good." Seulgi laughed out, there was some shuffling and Irene took a step back in order to not be caught listening in.

"I'm gonna hit her up again, you have no idea how tight she was oh my godd," the girls erupted into giggles and begged for more details as Seulgi shushed them.

Irene could feel her entire body heat up, you just moved on? just like that, huh? she was going to show you that you don't just move on from Irene. She liked you but she knew how hard it was to date idols, you would just be heartbroken and so would she. She snuck back into her room, got her car keys and stormed out of her room and past the girls who immediately went silent, Irene slamming the front door behind her.

She doesn't know what she was thinking, she stood outside your front door and knocked, she didn't really think this through, you were probably going to slam the door in her face as soon as you saw her, she was about to walk away when you opened the door.

It was late, she forgot that so judging from your state, she probably just woke you up. You stood in a tiny tank top and as her eyes trailed down your body she saw you were wearing boxers and she knew from doing the group's laundry that they were Seulgi's.

"I-Irene? what are you-" she cut you off as she came forward and crashed her lips against yours, kicking the door closed behind her and pushing you down against your couch.

You didn't kiss back, you were so confused and this was just so overwhelming, but she didn't give you time to think it through, grabbing at your shirt and pulling it up to bunch up at the top of your chest. Groping your tit with her right hand as her left one started to peel off those fucking boxers.

You started to kiss back, this was everything you had dreamt of but why now? what happened to make her want you too? you really didn't care about what the reason was right now.

You groaned whenever she let her fingers glide through your folds, teasing your entrance with her fingertips, dipping in and pulling out over and over again until she plunged them in, mumbling into your neck about how tight you were.

You didn't have time to enjoy the feeling of her long fingers inside you before she pulled down her sweatpants along with her boxers and lined herself up.

Pushing her tip in and groaning, biting down on your neck as your brought your legs up to lock her in place, arms splayed on her back as you dug your nails in. It felt like she was never going to end, inch by inch and it just kept going. But when she did fully push in you had never felt so full. She began to thrust, using her hands to slam your hips to meet her own thrusts.

Mouthing at your neck, she saw the marks Seulgi had left and she was going to cover you in her own. She was going to show Seulgi you were hers. You belonged to her and only her.

The couch under you beginning to scratch the floorboards with each thrust, your downstairs neighbours were gonna be so mad. She pounded into you, her precum begging to spill into you and leak out onto the couch cushions. You could barely get a moan out, resulting in gasps and half moans as you felt your high coming.

She sensed it too and started to pick up her pace, groaning as you clenched down on her cock, releasing and leaking down your thighs. Her orgasm followed yours as she emptied into you, thank god for birth control.

She didn't pull out, letting herself relax on top of you and leaving one last bruising kiss on your lips as you both caught your breath.

"I'm sorry for being a dick," she mumbled against your neck, "I didn't mean it, I was- I was scared of losing you in the end." she hesitated. You let your hand meet her hair, stroking and playing her her hair as you thought of an answer.

"I want to go out, with you, tomorrow," she interrupted your thoughts, relaxing further into your touch.

"You better give me the best first date ever," you chuckled out but she sensed the seriousness in your tone and her mind was racing with all the ways she was going to spoil you

[esoteriamaya]

CHANNELED READING : GODDESS ENERGY

So about a week ago, I asked a few of you guys what goddesses/queens you felt called too. I already had a few that were connected to this reading.

HERA. OCHUN. MEDUSA. HATHOR. ISIS. CLEOPATRA. BASTET.

If you feel connected to either of them, their might be something you need to know, as it could be a warning, an important lesson, something fortunate, a decision you must make.. etc.

In this reading however, I picked up on a lot of beauty symbolism, and sexuality. Embracing the feminine and the sacral chakra was another. It all bottles down to what we think of ourselves and what we feel.

HERA

If you aligned yourself with the Goddess of the Sky: The Queen of Goddesses, then you are in for a treat. Hera is associated with love, marriage, strength, and overgoing certain challenges that may force you to fly with your own wings. What you must accept in your life is that people may string you along, but that hate can strain itself longer if you let it. Don't allow cheapskates to dictate your worth, always allow yourself to move to higher dimensions as you are so much better than what another person's perception is.

For this group, I see you have a secret that you won't let anyone else know about. Its time to awaken your senses and get a little vulnerable with somebody. The sex is greater when you let go btw. You don't have to mask away your feelings, let them know wassup.

Never let a man see you sweat, ok? cool.

He don't need you, he just wants what he can't have.

OCHUN

Distance yourselves from sex, flings, and one and done men at the moment. You do not want that energy seething thru the emotional sector of your body. I promise you, you don't.

If you have to beg for him to do right, I wouldn't work on it. Just let it fly.

Mother Ochun wants the people who are connected to her to appreciate their value, their worth, their time and money. 'If they don't see it for them, then they don't see it for me' is your motto. Because if no support is on the table, then I'd just clean it off and make my own banquet. Don't bother asking them for money, just find a new way to bring the dough in. You can handle the new wing of financial opportunity coming in for you.

A blessing in disguise, be open to what might be your new calling. Embrace changes.

For the lovers, you might of met your match. Groomsmen. Pilot. Associates. Wine and laughter. This might be a good man, savannah. Don't let him wait, if you know he's a great man !

Medusa

Bittersweet transformation, as it doesn't mean goodbye, it just means something new coming in its honor.

'its me, dont run away'

my apologies to many of you that have gone through trauma, pain and resentment and it followed you all throughout the year. The pain doesn't diminish, it creates a voice that is asking for it to be saved.

You're only memory of good things comes seldomly, and you wait for more opportunities to wear you can feel something.

I see for this group, that whatever you've endured in the past does come to light, and in due time you'll have to fight fight for your spot in 'heaven'.

God, now let me explain to you what I mean.

You have gifts that propel you further out of timelines from everyone else. Seers, Witches, Oracles.. You kind of see things from a new millenium. There is also a seductress prowess here, but over time you shed its light to overcome the darkness. It worked for sometime but not for long.

You may feel disgraced, tired all the time, lonesome. Dangerous experiences with men or people in general. Playing on your light and leaving you dim. You may have self reflected on this once. But time and time again your experiences with people seemed pretty worrisome...

you have a lot of patience, its your gift.

Medusa comes up in the reading so that you guys can move on and get right with yourself. Get right with GOD. The internal/external.

Finding common ground and being a voice, a beacon, a champion. Someone people can remember. Could look up to.

Your experiences in the past are only a reflection of what your internally fighting, you'll learn more soon come. It takes patience, remember that. Don't let anyone break you, you have eyes that can see.

HATHOR

The Beauty Queens. Your sensual nature really needs more play time. Beauty rituals on thursdays , notice I didn't say friday, which is practically Hathors day. For SOME of you, beauty rituals on thursdays will enrich your sensuality and jovial nature. Having more practice on your ritual will bring more expertise and knowledge to the table. It is during that time you could research and bring things from the ethers to manifest desirable outcomes. Ask yourselves how you could be more of something, be it anything, and write down your thoughts, intuitively reading the energy and writing down whatever pops up. Observe it, and then use it as a form of study. THEN go for it. It's all about magic, practice makes perfect my dears.

Spas. New scenery. Delicate foods. Content creation. Awards. Ceremonies. Painting. < A few themes i picked up for this group.

There is a very talented energy I'm picking up from the shadows and you guys must put in more effort to improve them. For others, forgiveness is a theme as someone from the past could be coming back to awaken an old fling, or old stings. It doesn't hurt like before, so don't make too much noise. Just smile and listen. We all need to lend an ear.

Triumph & Taboos. Another small interp: It might be time to dig into some polyamorous love affairs, or simply going out of your comfort zone when it comes to love, sex, affairs. And yes, you own the throne here. You're the prized possession. Dont make em wait to long, they might catch on fire ;)

ISIS

'is it me that you are looking for'

Finding space during trying times. Having to relieve the self of worries or anything keeping you on overdrive. Its time to go somewhere that gives you the most peace, like heading towards a lake or something.

Going to a library and learning something new. Or experiencing new hobbies.

The sunset/sunrise could be your new calling. Going on a hike to catch them or simply just waking up early and having a new morning routine would be beneficial at this time. If you feel a connection to Isis during this reading, its time to let go.

CLEOPATRA

Divine Partnerships coming in. Soulmates kicking in to start up a new horizon. Adventures for the soul to enlighten itself once and for all. Could be romantic, could be platonic. You are called to be great.

BASTET

Cat rituals. Vocal talents. Perfume. Beauty. Threatening appearance. A word for the masses. Oracles. Tarot. Focusing on inner self/peace. Sanctuary. Meditative groups. Endeavor.

This group may have a different connection to the night sky. As in they can receive messages when looking out into the beyond. The moon gives messages to the psyche, and this group could meditate under the moon and get some insight.

Also a special connection to kittens may be coming up soon! Stay ready, it might be a surprise from the universe.

[itsevanffs]

7 + 24 + 51?

7. how do you choose which pov to write from?

i don't. god chooses for me.

...okay, not entirely true. in all honesty i write from the pov of the person who appears first in the scene(s) in my head, because, well, can't really write a scene when your character isn't in it. that's because i pretty much exclusively write 3rd person limited, btw. if i wrote 3rd person omniscient i wouldn't really have that problem. only sometimes there has to be a pov change mid-fic, but rarely do i go through with it, since the scenes/visions that come to me are almost always tied to a very, very strong emotion from the 'pov' character.

24. worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

'try not to repeat things', or something along those lines. it's ruined my life.

see, i'm a perfectionist. and not a little at that. i used to be able to crank out... about 5k in a sitting, since i just let it flow out from my heart through my hands onto a page. now, if i'm lucky, that's 1k. 500 words, most days. i'm autistic, which for me means i pick things up slowly but when i do, i never repeat a mistake. and someone once told me that using someone's name three times in a paragraph was a mistake that made things clunky, and gave me the impression that every sentence should be unique. check my work---i can guarantee you that every sentence differs from the one next to it, and i don't start two paragraphs next to each other with the same word if i don't have to.

and sure, it looks nice. it reads nice. whatever. but i edit as i write, not after. it's one of my fatal flaws. and constantly being on the lookout for repetitions of words, sentences, themes, paragraph structures, or whatever else, it absolutely demolishes my writing flow. i just can't let myself go all in anymore because my brain won't let me. it's been devastating for my motivation, honestly.

51. what's your total ao3 wordcount?

324,113 words, soon to be -checks doc- maybe 6 or 7k more.

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want to know more? have a look at this ask sheet for fanfic writers, and choose a number! or, if you can't find the question you'd like, just pop me one of your own in my ask box, which is open to anons and non-anons alike.

[taegularities]

Oh I was entertained to the fullest and till the very last devoured the whole thing in one sitting like 🍗💋

Firstly I love it more than before everytime I read your recent works it's just gets better your writing is just getting better with every fic and the whole description just crunchiest shit 🫦🫦 which is so rare to get such quality in this fanfiction community and very few who just do it WE LOVE IT BABE the growth and hard work you put in these ffs so much love and appreciation for you and lots of respect

Personally love this inner monologue of jk's you did in this just OH MY FUCKIN GOD like for a good minute even after knowing he gonna be assy musty bitch I was rooting and feeling for this guy so much.

My thoughts were like okay it's just little insecure narcissistic eittiy bittiy baby boy we are dealing with who is about to get his shit wrecked up and down but DASH 💨 we got some other route I knew it exact the moment Chaos coming when oc mentioned the college and her friend like yes bitch ✨✨✨✨ you are fucked 🤭🤭 we are getting a HIT 🔥🥵 SHOW

And is it bad to say I feel little bad for the unreleased song unfortunate how poor song isn't getting released anytime soon #justicefortheunreleasedsong

WOW LIKE WOW scrumbley delicious smut gosh RID you really outdid yourself with this one just 👩🏻‍🍳🍳 I wanna know how you writing this good smuts lately so much better than some actual publishing authors 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Now coming to the oc's friend I understand her and sympathize her and nor I wanna sound like some completely unsympathetic person BUT !!!! like C'MON GURL HE WAS A CLEAR CUT VISIBLE RED FLAG he put on display of himself and still you went in like your friend is able to see more into your whatever relationship than you at all we clearly DELUSIONALLY BLIND 🦯 too our own goodness but that was very dumb 😭😭 of her I'm sorry like we can't even blame her people even IRL be doing shit like that. I'm not victim Shaming at all like yes what the fucker character of jk did was absolutely disgusting and deserved Karma he got at the end

But how come she never thought of her friend who was constantly there for her like if you would have asked oc to commit murder I'm sure she would have gone all 🤺🤺 not that we support such stuffs 🙅🏻‍♀️ but some 🦨 nasty deserve

Being for real if not legal action she and oc could have pull some smart move revenge prank back on him if only she genuinely listened to oc I don't know I feel bad how she just didn't give much thought and went away so fast after that fuckers bullshit talk

Btw I Love that playlist thingyy you did cherry on top loved how similar taste we share (⁠´⁠ ⁠❥⁠ ⁠`)

And about jk's character dynamic I feel like he always prefer himself in way he chased himself in people from very childhood getting full on best treatment and praise from all side clearly made him little narcissistic and self obsessed with zero expectations of returning back anything to the point he thought of anyone but him and his Chase for more appreciation and undivided love in different people all the time till he get's bored from them when they start asking back for the some love YK which is what we get to see with jangmi like all he wanted was typical love me all you can without wanting back in return till I get board and toss you I'm sure even after all that he keep on doing same shit with others assholes like him never stop any lower

Untill he got faced with something to Chase more just like parallel to his career we can see it's like he wants to something to engage with on constant like a spoiled brat child who is more so anticipated of opening the gift rather than receiving or appreciation of others hope it's all making some sense ⊂⁠(⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠)⁠つ

And I kinda I wish there was more of uglyness from oc's side yes I'm through and through satisfied but still I was wishing more of a femme fatale crazy havco taking place her making him all tangled up in love  and obsession full-on blinded by her to the point he can't still imagine her do something like this just swapping off floor from his feets like ⛽🔥📛👩🏻‍🚒🚒

Really love you appreciate you for putting this out here for us 💖🙏🏻

~🦴🔫 anon

32k in one sitting is insaneeee 😭 omg did i get better? thank you.. as someone with a creative hobby, this is all i could hope for :') gosh, i bet there are so many people out there who are amazing and do even better stuff than i do, but you're so sweet and i'll take the compliment 🥺

glad you liked the jk pov :P he's super secure and insecure about himself at once!! definitely is a narcissistic, whiny baby either way :') yes!! the world missed out on the song bc it was my time, one of the greatest tracks ever made, but what can we do 🤣 THANK YOU FOR LIKING THE SMUT. i am quite proud of it, if i say so myself, like i do think it was one of the better ones i've written so far :D how i'm writing such good smut lately? who'd know 👁 LOL

you right you right, the friend was certainly naive, but i guess that was just part of her personality, you know? like, jangmi was an extremely kind, extremely giving person. she trusted others and she believed in love, she just gave that trust to the wrong person. she hoped she could change him, or make him love her; just a very "oh a bad boy, i can fix him" kinda mistake. oc isn't like that – she sees through people fast.. and she tried to convince jangmi, but love is love and it does make you blind and you only really see the issues once the loved one is gone in one way or another. things would've turned out so differently if she'd listened to her best friend though sigh :') and oh, oc definitely wanted to take legal action! or hurt jk in some way, but jangmi, as someone who really really liked kook, did not want to go that far.. she was not the type of person to take revenge or pull a prank.

hehe okayyy, i put a lot of thought into the playlist!!!! so happy you enjoyed it!! any fav song on it?

yup yup, the top notch treatment he got from his family, and as the younger sibling too, certainly shaped him. made him selfish for sure; for him, nobody is good enough, and he def deffff doesn't expect anything from anyone!! except maybe attention and love, but he won't settle for long enough to actually give anything back. proceeds until he gets bored and then moves to someone else. chasing someone else was new for him, which is why oc intrigued him so much haha she didn't give a shit about his advances :P

yeahhhh, i think oc has a lot more in her than we know, but since the fic was already too long and we didn't see much of her thoughts or anything from her pov, it was a bit hard to go the full femme fatale route 🤣 not sure if he would've ever fallen in love with her, tbh.

i appreciate you so so much, babe!!!! thank you for dropping such a long fkn review??? i'm sorry i got to it so late, but i wanted to give a thought out response. literally, never stop and ily <33333

[444m777]

I received Dancing The Dream in the mail today and I’m halfway through reading it… man, I feel so privileged to be reading his thoughts and poetries like this. I remember only knowing about his biography book Moonwalk but they rarely mention Dancing The Dream. I wonder why? It was published the year I was born so it feels like a little gift😌

I love his thoughts on spirituality and magic. I wish we could’ve learned more from him on his thoughts on numerology and astrology as well (two of my favorite subjects). Like, why hasn’t anyone interviewed him about stuff like this? Or am I not looking hard enough🤔 He was very particular about symbology and (deeper) meanings in his art but he also applied it to himself for personal development and you only catch a glimpse of that here and there in books/interviews/his writings but then the focus goes right back to “who are you sleeping with?” or “how do you write a song?” Mind you, I’m satisfied with the answer he gave on the latter (and the former lol 🤪 I don’t need to know his business like that haha). I just find it strange how people constantly wanted him to say more. It wasn’t enough. Like, the man said it came from God, (his) children being his muses, magic, wonder etc. NEXT QUESTION! Gosh! Can we ask some deep thought provoking questions instead? I mean no one bothered to ask WHY he felt it came from them. They just wanted something more tangible or something they could “sell”. I guess you can’t really sell God and spirituality when the artist in question had ‘secular’ music and grabbed his crotch lmao. But the press/people wanted “secular” answers but put some respect on my man’s name and LET IT GO as he did when he talked about his formula for writing songs.

Yes, I know he was very religious growing up but in Shmuley’s book Michael revealed he always questioned the church, religion in general… and he was just a very deep spiritual person from the jump, adopting (spiritual) teachings and using his own inner knowing to create a spiritually rich life (especially after having left Jehovah’s Witness church much against his wishes as he truly enjoyed connecting with and to a higher power—in community with others as the church fostered fellowship in a time where it was hard(er) to make friends and have genuine relationships of any kind). So, I feel we can’t use the “excuse” of him being Jehovah’s Witness when he wasn’t anymore for a very long time and considered himself to be more spiritual. I feel he would’ve been more open to talking about astrology etc. regardless if he read up on it or practiced it (astrology isn’t something you believe in… it’s more of a tool/language. I giggle when people say they don’t believe in it—which is fine btw but it’s not really a belief system but I digress…). He was a great conversationalist so I know he’d have some interesting thoughts to share. Who knows… more and more people are speaking out because of the biopic coming out next year. Maybe we’ll hear something in regards to that😊

I’ve looked into his natal, numerology and human design chart and it’s really fascinating. I truly feel I learn something new about him every time. In a way it feels like little Easter eggs😋 left behind for me (and others) because I’m passionate about personal development, human psyche, spirituality (and woo-woo) stuff too. There’s a reason for my blog name it has to do with numerology and his usage of the numbers 777 in his art/clothing. I’ll make another post about it with more detail soon.

Hugs and Heehees💫