#regular ask box is open again now that i'm all caught up!

[rocketbirdie]

PHEW THAT'S IT all the doomsday doodles are done!!!! thank you to everybody who submitted one and thank you for being so patient while I worked through them all!!

[beomiracles]

Hii! Firstly I'd like to say congrats on 500! I really admire your writing. If possible, I would love to see a love artist sight story about baker!Soobin and florist!reader, their shops located across the street from each other and they exchange glances frequently, but have never introduced themselves. Eventually something brings them to meet (I'm sorry I don't really have any ideas) and they hit it off instantly.

Again congrats on 500!! So excited to see what's to come 🫶🫶

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... hearing that people admire my writing makes my heart swell ohmy ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞ this idea was super cute omg!!

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pairings baker!soobin x florist!reader (gn) warnings just very cute/nervous two people liking each other vibes

Your knees buckle as you try to balance the three heavy boxes in your arms. Determined to get them inside in one go and not have to walk back to your car again, you grip them tighter as you begin to carefully move forward. You had just made it around the corner, the entrance to your small shop was within your grasp when suddenly a crack in the pavement made you stumble. 

“Woah!” You yelp but quickly manage to regain your balance, only glance up and see the box on top of your stack swaying dangerously close to the edge. Shit. It was bound to fall and it would most likely aim for your head. With a small shriek you screw your eyes shut as you brace yourself for the impact. But it never comes. — Instead a pair of large hands easily lifts two of the boxes, stabilizing the one on top and evading any danger from the situation.

“Hey, are you okay?” A gentle voice calls out and you blink as your gaze shifts to the cute guy from the bakery across the street. His shop had opened not too long ago and you frequently caught yourself staring at the cute guy behind the counter, though never daring to step inside. You would usually pass each other on the way out during closing hours but even then nothing more but shy glances were exchanged. 

Now he was standing in front of you; and you looked like a complete idiot. Picking up your jaw from the floor, you quickly clear your throat as you thank him. “I should’ve gone two times..” you jokingly say as you try to ease the awkward air. He grins, “or you could’ve just asked for help.” — “Soobin, by the way”, he then adds and you blink at him before his words register. “A-ah of course!” You give him a coy smile as you push the door to your small shop open, giving him your own name in the process. 

You lead him past the many flowerbeds and overcrowded shelves of pots and plants; catching him mumbling a quiet “wow” to himself as he eyes one of the larger hyacinths. Finally you reach your small storage room where you set your box down. Soobin follows your lead as he discards the two boxes in his hands. “You’ve got a really nice place”, he says as the two of you make your way back into the main part of the shop. 

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the simple compliment and you smile as you mumble out a quiet “thank you.” A small silence envelops the two of you as you both occupy your gazes amongst the many flowers, neither of you seemed to want the moment to end. “I uh…I’ve seen you around quite a bit…” he hesitantly begins as he scratches the back of his head. — “Yeah, me too…I uh I mean I’ve seen you..not me!” You wanted to slap yourself for stuttering over your words like that. 

Soobin doesn’t seem to mind as his face lights up in a small grin. “Really?” He asks to which you shyly nod. You’re about to reply when the doorbell to the small flower shop chimes, announcing a new customer. Both of your heads turn in the direction of the elderly lady who just entered, clutching a small sheer pink purse in her wrinkly hands. Her expression softens as her gaze falls on you and Soobin amongst all the flowers. 

You immediately recognize the lady and rush to greet her. “Martha, hi how are you today?” Smiling, you place a comforting hand on her shoulder. She was a regular customer as she ventured down the seven blocks from her home almost everyday in order to buy flowers for her sick husband. — Martha gives your hand on her shoulder a light squeeze as she lets you guide her through the vast collection of bouquets. “I’m fine dearest, it’s a rather beautiful day today is it not?” 

Glancing over your shoulder you give Soobin an apologetic smile but he only waves it off as he takes his time to inspect the hyacinth he’d previously seen. Turning your attention back toward the old lady you nod, “it is indeed, are you looking for anything specific today?” You wonder as you help her scour through a few blue lilies. 

Martha nods as she points toward a bouquet of yellow tulips. “Something colorful, I want James to experience the summer weather too”, she explains and her carefree words manage to pull at your heart. “Of course”, you smile as you reach for the flowers she had picked out. 

Once behind the counter you wrap the bouquet in yellow ribbons to match the tulips. “Is that your boyfriend?” She suddenly asks as she peers over at Soobin who was busy going through the assortment of roses. “Martha!” You exclaim as your eyes widen, “he is not.” — The old lady sighs as she pulls her gaze from him, “a shame, he was rather cute… Were you not standing with him when I came?” She then asks and you bite your lip. 

“Yes but.. I barely know him.” You mumble as you finish wrapping the bouquet, reaching for a small card and a pencil. Martha purses her lips as she eyes you suspiciously, “alright.” — You give her a small smile, “anything you want me to put on the card today?” 

After seeing her off and telling her to say hi to her husband from you, you turn back to Soobin who was watching your small exchange with a warm expression. “Sorry about that…she comes almost everyday..” you explain as you fiddle with your hands. “It’s alright, she seems sweet”, he grins and you nod, “she really is.” 

He then turns back toward the roses he’d been eyeing, “do you grow all these yourself?” He wonders with slight astonishment. You giggle as you shake your head, “no that would be far too tedious, besides I can’t provide the right conditions for many of them to grow in this small shop.” Soobin blinks as the tip of his ears turn a bright pink, “ah, of course..” he sheepishly says and you can’t help but find him endearing. 

“I do grow a few out in the back though..” — “Can I see?” He eagerly asks, but quickly realizes how straightforward he’d come off as he chuckles nervously. “I…I mean if that’s okay, you totally don’t have to I just…” 

You have to bite your tongue at how cute he was as you watch him with a big smile. “I would be happy to show you.” 

The back of your shop has an old wooden door leading out to a very small garden, allowing you to grow very few but very beautiful flowers. You spend a good ten minutes explaining the different steps when it comes to planting the seed and caring for it, Soobin listens intently as his gaze follows the movements of your hands. 

Realizing that you had gone on a small ramble you awkwardly clear your throat as you sneak a glance at him. Soobin grins from ear to ear as he sees your flustered expression. “Yeah…that’s the basics..” you mumble as your fingers busy themselves with gliding across a soft petal. — Humming, he rocks back and forth on his heels as he keeps his hands behind his back, hesitating on his next words as he watches you pamper the flowers ever so tenderly. 

“That lady from before…she um, mentioned something about a boyfriend..” He slowly begins and your fingers freeze against the flowerstalk, did he hear that? You gulp as you nod, avoiding to look at him. Gosh, it would be the end of you if he overheard your full conversation with Martha. But his next words surprise you. 

“Do you…do you have a boyfriend?” He shyly asks and you find yourself blinking dumbfoundedly as you glance up at him. “I…I don’t..” You bite your lip as you watch the way he visibly breathes out the breath he had been holding in. “O-oh, that’s a relief…I mean- not a relief but…I mean…” He splutters as his face turns into a bright pink. 

“W-what I wanted to say was…I would like to ask if…maybe you would join me for coffee someday..?” 

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you watch him run a hand through his dark hair nervously, his lips forming into a nervous pout as he awaited your answer. 

“I would love that.”

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A date worth remembering| Zayne x Reader

Collab with @otomiyaa

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! We're early for this one but we wrote it in like one day *applause* we love our doctor that much 😍 we hope you guys enjoy it!

Summary: Chocolate? Check. Gift? Check. Food? Check. A clueless boyfriend? Check! All ready for the perfect Valentine's day!

Words: 2k

You felt a little silly. Your cheeks were red and your heart was about to jump out of your chest as you made your way to Akso Hospital. Night had already fallen over Linkon City, but the streets still looked very alive and vibrant. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple holding hands, hugging and even sharing kisses in the middle of the street, causing your already reddened cheeks to get even hotter. 

Flowers, chocolates, balloons and heart-shaped decorations filled the restaurants around. It was that big celebration again: Valentine's day. You couldn't say you'd ever been drawn to that particular celebration. Thousands of other more important things were running through your head most of the time, but... now Valentine's Day didn't feel so foreign to you. 

With your free hand, you covered the silly but huge smile that stretched your lips. On your other hand, you carried a plastic bag with two lunchboxes, food warm and ready to serve; in your bag were two boxes: a heart-shaped one filled with truffles and dark chocolate. The other, a small rectangular box with a pen with a certain doctor's name engraved on it. It was your first time celebrating Valentine's day, you couldn't help but go a bit overboard.

Your voice sounded funny as you checked in at the reception. They had gotten used to you popping in unannounced, being Dr. Zayne’s partner. You were allowed access and made your way by yourself to his office. You couldn’t wait to see his response… Giggling and humming to yourself, you ended up in front of his door, and you breathed in. 

“Alright then,” you whispered, raising your hand to knock on the door. Right at that moment, the timing magical and so funny, the door opened and Zayne showed up. He looked at you and your raised hand, and then moved back into his office.

“Great timing. I was about to go catch some lunch.” He walked back inside, letting you stumble in with your luggage. You were used to your boyfriend being such an ice queen. 

“You? Lunch, at a regular time?” you asked. 

Zayne shrugged. “I remember a certain someone promising me to eat lunch normally if I did too, so I’ve got to set an example,” he said kindly. You smiled and put the bags down beside his desk.

“Well, good thing I planned my visit just right then. I have something for you, of course,” you said, reaching inside the bag and taking out the chocolates first. You handed the box to him, and he accepted it with a frown on his face.

“Thank you? You know I don't usually eat sweets, but thank you for choosing dark chocolate..." Zayne said, turning the box over and carefully reading the ingredients label. “However, is there any particular reason why you're giving me this? … Is it my birthday? Isn't it during summer?” 

You blinked a couple of times, staring at him. He actually looked confused, his eyes looking at the box carefully and then turning to look at your eyes. You couldn't help but burst out laughing at his expression. You expected nothing less from Zayne, he obviously wasn't going to remember that today was Valentine's Day - it really would have been surprising if he had remembered. 

“What is so funny?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he opened the box to take a chocolate.

You giggled, cleaning a gleeful tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh, Zayne… I'm really hurt.”

That caught his attention. He quickly raised his head and looked at you with slightly widened eyes. You weren't upset that he had forgotten, you expected that to happen, but that didn't mean you couldn't act a little offended, right? 

“Did I do something?” 

“Do you know what day it is, Dr. Zayne?” you asked playfully. 

“It’s Wednesday.”

“Date?”

“February 14th,” he said, and you could see his facial expression change as he said it. He wasn’t that stupid.

“Oh.” 

He turned his head, looking just the slightest bit embarrassed. He was so cute. You strode towards him and grabbed the chocolate box that was still in his hands.

“You are in a relationship with me, and forgot about Valentine’s Day?” you asked him teasingly. He put only a little bit of effort in keeping the chocolate box as a shield in front of himself, but you managed to take it away and put it on his desk as you dragged a chair to sit beside him. 

“I was busy,” Zayne explained.

“So was I,” you hummed. “Mission after mission, but looking forward to this day,” you said, rubbing his stomach fondly through his doctor's suit. Zayne shuddered and caught your hand.

“Don’t,” he warned, but you continued to wiggle your fingers. 

“Don’t what?” 

There was no way he would say it, but the light pink hue spreading across his cheeks only made you feel more playful. Your mind convinced you that he needed to be lovingly punished for his cute mistake. Leaning in closer to him, noses almost touching, one of your hands sneakily moved to his side and your fingers gently wiggled against his flank. 

Zayne gasped and he jerked. “You– I am sorry, it r-reheally slipped my m-mihind- stohohop that!” A giggle escaped his lips when he felt soft wiggly fingers on both his sides, climbing up towards his ribs. 

“Hmm? Stop what?” You tease, smiling warmly at him; the corner of his lips trembled, stubbornly trying not to smile. “Why are you so squirmy? After not remembering it is Valentine's day, now you don't want me to be close to you? Don't you think you're being too rude, Dr. Zayne?” 

Zayne shook his head, trying to avoid facing you as he tried to push your hands away from his body, but a squeeze to that tender spot underneath his ribs had him letting out a strangled sound that made you giggle. 

“Oh? Could it be that Dr. Zayne here is ticklish? Or maybe it's just some reflexes?” 

“I’m nohohot - wait ahahah!” He turned and twisted clumsily, positioned awkwardly against his desk while you continued to tickle him. You gasped dramatically.

“You’re not? Were you going to lie to me too, on top of everything else? I’m so hurt,” you said, grinning like an idiot as you continued to observe the sweet expression on his beautiful face. Even from the funniest joke, Zayne wouldn’t ever laugh the way he did right now. Tickling was like magic, so you couldn’t help but find the smallest excuses to make your lover laugh.

“Ahahalright, that’s enough!” Zayne laughed. You cocked your head.

“I don’t understand,” you whined, your hands lowering to dig into his hips, making him jerk and jump adorably.

“I’m sohorry!” he laughed. “I forgohohot!” Zayne laughed. You didn’t even consider tickling him into an apology, but if he was going to be like this anyway…

“Didn’t quite catch that,” you said, pinching his cute hips again. Zayne let out the most adorable little cackle.

“I’m sorry I forgohohot Vahaha-Valentine’s Dahahay!” 

“Are you really sorry, Dr. Zayne?” You grinned, leaning so close to his laughing face. “Don't forget I haven't used my special weapon yet,” you teased, your hands moving behind him, your fingers gliding across his lower back, making Zayne gasp sharply and jump forwards, your noses now definitely touching. 

“I truhuhuly am sohohorry!” He laughed, his arms suddenly wrapping you in a tight hug. You blinked in surprise, your hands stopping before you wrapped your arms around him too, squeezing him tightly as he laughed breathlessly against your ear. 

How could you deny him a hug when he was letting you listen to that wonderful sound he could only do? Zayne's laughter was definitely the best gift for any occasion. How could you not forgive him? 

“Did you learn your lesson, Dr. Zayne?” You asked, kissing his shoulder. “I'm sure you won't ever forget about it, hmm?” 

Zayne sighed, finally breathing normally. He nuzzled your neck with his nose and you giggled, pressing yourself closer to him. 

“Even though I was laughing against my will,” he said, playfully biting your neck and making you gasp. “My apologies were sincere. I am also sorry because I didn't get you a present… dinner's on me next time.” 

You hummed, the most ridiculous grin pulling at your lips. “That's okay, Zayne. I kinda knew you wouldn't remember it. I know you that well.”

“...” He leaned back to look at you. “And yet you decided to tickle me?” 

You shrugged your shoulders. “It was your punishment!” 

“I see,” he said, nodding slowly. You held your breath when he gave the most intense stare for a few seconds. He then let go of you and moved towards your bag.

“So did you bring anything else, or will we have chocolate for lunch?” he asked. You breathed out. For a moment you thought he was going into revenge mode.

“There’s lunch of course. A healthy one. Warm.”

“Did you pack it well? I hope it didn’t get cold,” Zayne said. You nodded proudly.

“The way I pack it, it never gets cold,” you said. Zayne hummed.

“Good. Then we have a little more time.” Suddenly he had both hands on you, and you jumped up in a wave of surprise and panic as he started to tickle you.

“Hohohold on! Zahahayne!” You tried to make your escape, but he pulled you back. 

Zayne held you firmly against his chest, one arm wrapped around your back, his fingers sneaking under your arm from behind as his other hand clawed at your ribs and then quickly moved to your hips. You laughed against his chest, your cheeks flushing at the thought of someone hearing your laughter.

“Uhuhunfahahair! UHFAHAHAIR!” You cackle, trying to push him away, but it was useless, he had you trapped. “Why ahahare you tihihickling mehehe?!” 

Zayn chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours. “Well, you tickled me first, I guess I'm just returning the favor… you also took away my chocolate. That was mean, don't you think?”

You shook your head, shrieking and laughing as he tickled you mercilessly. How dare he?! He was the one who forgot but he still tickled you?! How was that fair? You wanted to ask him, but you were too busy laughing your head off and the only word that came out of your mouth was his name. 

“Yes, yes,” he said calmly as he lifted your arm a little so he could bury his hand properly under it. “I am right here. You don't need to call me anymore.”

You were blushing so much it felt like your cheeks were on fire. “Plehehease! Nohoho!” you whined tiredly when his fingers wouldn’t let you rest for one second.

“Why not?” Zayne asked, his voice soothing. You shut your eyes and squirmed in his tight embrace.

“It tihihickles,” you laughed, slowly losing strength in your voice and body to protest already. To think you stood the best chances against the strongest Wanderers, yet just a little bit of tickling from Zayne and there was nothing you could do.

“Good.” Zayne’s hand that was tickling your ribs had dropped further down and moved under your clothes where he rubbed your bare tummy lovingly. You couldn’t help but feel blessed and tortured at the same time, relaxing in his hold.

“Shall we have lunch then?” Zayne finally said, slowing down his tickle attack but not entirely stopping it yet. You nodded quickly.

“Y-yehehes,” you giggled. 

“What did you say?” Ah, he even returned your own teases to you, acting as if he didn’t hear it well. 

“Yes!” you squeaked and he chuckled, finally stopping his playful assault. You collapsed against him, breathing heavy and giggling softly. “You're s-soho mehean, Dr. Zayne,” you whined playfully, looking up at him with a little pout. “You truly don't deserve me, I'm too good for you.”

Zayne laughed softly and kissed your rosy cheek. “Yes, yes. I don't deserve you,” he said, rolling his eyes and kissing your forehead. 

“You don't deserve the other gift I have for you either,” you said nonchalantly, slowly moving away to take the lunchboxes out.

Zayn arched an eyebrow and he discreetly looked around, trying to find that other gift. You grinned. 

“Did I make our doctor feel a bit curious?” You teased, placing the lunchbox in front of Zayne, who blushed slightly at your words, but refused to say anything. “You truly don't deserve it, but…,” you said, grabbing your bag and pulling out the little box. “I hope you like this, Zayne.”

Zayne grabbed the box, but he didn't open it immediately. He stared at it, perhaps a little too shy and you smiled warmly. 

“Hey, it's okay, love” you said, placing a loving hand against his thigh. “You can open it. Don't worry about anything! You already gave me a beautiful gift.” He frowned and you playfully poked his ribs, making him gasp. “Your laugh and also your time.”

Zayne stared at you before chuckling softly. “You're so corny.” He opened the box, and he paused for a moment before taking out the pen.

“....That’s…” You hoped you weren’t making him feel burdened, so you quickly leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Do you like it?” you asked. Zayne turned his head and smiled at you. Without answering, he pulled you closer and kissed your lips. Ah, so that was a big yes. You melted into the kiss and whined a little when he pulled apart. 

“I truly don't deserve you,” he said and you giggled, kissing his nose.

“Don't be silly,” you said, feeling your cheeks flushing. “Now, let's eat before our lunch really gets cold! I'm sure you'll love it. It's soooo healthy! It even has-

“Carrots…” 

“Hmm? Oh! I think that's m-mi-ahahaha! No! Nohoho! Wahahait!” 

You could barely get another word out as a very vengeful yet sweet and charming Doctor Zayne renewed his tickly revenge, and you couldn’t help but love him for it. Well… It was definitely a Valentine’s Day with remembering! 

[basickassandra]

Two Cups to Go

A/N: I've been on a binge for a few months now watching SVU and after 15 seasons I've finally felt the want to write about someone! I hope you guys enjoy!)

Slight spoilers !

Two Cups to Go:

Springtime in New York City always brought the heaviest rain storms and today was no exception. The dark clouds were scattered overhead covering any ray of sunshine to peek through, leaving only the dark gloom to cast its shadow over the city dwellers. “I went in and paid for the last overnight run, now it's your turn Amaro.” Olivia let out a sigh of frustration as she raked her hair away from her face as Nick gave a soft smile and shrug “ Yeah yeah, don't lose sight of him while I run inside.” He teased as he exited the drivers side of the car and jogged his way across the street to the 24 hour diner.

Low dives were the best places to get decent coffee past any hour of the day, and their coffees sure as hell beat ‘cop coffee’. Rushing inside, shaking off a few droplets from his hair Nick made his way to the counter of the diner where his eyes caught the attention of a familiar figure, rustling against the back door and some boxes “Need help over there?” He offered already darting towards the back as the young lady turned her back towards him as she rested the boxes against the counter “Nope. I got it all covered. What can I do for you?” She asked not even bothering to cast a side glance at Nick, which did hurt his ego but he knew the reality of her hesitation. 

It was only a few months since she had been attacked at this diner by a patron and the SVU team did instruct her to be more cautious and less friendly, well that slip of information was mainly Nick's selfish doing. “Just Benson’s regular and tea for myself please.” He asked as she finally glanced up from her notepad that she was pretending to jot notes in. “Detective Amaro! You didn't sound like yourself for a minute. I'm sorry about that, I’ll get those started for you.” (Y/N) said her winning smile on full display.

The only rays of light Nick needed to keep his day going, besides Gil and Zara. “It seems pretty slow in here today, where is everyone? “ Nick asked, taking a seat at the bar looking around to see empty booths and tables “Detective Amaro you do know it's 7AM on a Tuesday morning right? There may be no sleep for the NYPD and bad guys but everyone else definitely gets their fill.” She teased as he nodded, chuckling to himself as she handed him his order. 

“You know you're right, I didn't even realize the week had just begun.” He continued taking the cups in each hand “Well cause SVU doesn't believe in the magical words of ‘Day Off’.” Laughing at her own joke, only meant she was tugging on Nick’s heart strings more and more. “Right again. What are you going to school for ? To be a lawyer? I think you might have this ADA thing down packed.” He teased as a shy blush appeared across her face “ I’ll keep dreaming Detective. You have a good day, and stay safe out there.” She said wiping down the part to enhance its already shiny laminate. “You too (Y/N).” Nick said heading towards the door readying himself to exit the diner and just as he was about to open the door he remembered Gil’s voice in his head. 

“Hey, before I go, Gil wanted me to invite you to his baseball game, he said it would mean a lot to him if you would be on the sidelines cheering for him. “ Nick felt his throat swelling at the mere ask, he was a grown man not a love sick teenager and yet this girl had the power to make him break out into a sweat and become a nervous wreck at the flip of a switch and she didn't even know it.

“Well… sure, I wouldn't want to let Gil down, he's a sweet kid.” She replied softly, locking eyes with Nick as he cleared his throat, nodding “Okay, great so me and Zara will pick you up on Friday from here at 5?” He confirmed as she nodded. “It’s a deal.” She said as Nick nodded once more before opening the door and jogging back to the car to escape from the rain.  

Once he was back in the car and shielded from the rain he passed Olivia her cup and coffee and quietly sipped on his tea “What happened to you in there? Your whole mood changed.” Olivia teased knowing exactly what caused the shift in his mood “Nothing, got me some warm tea and energy to catch our prep. Any movement?” Nick asked, completely ignoring her statement, trying to minimize his smirk to not have to face Olivia's side eye as she refocused her attention to the door catching their prep trying to sneak off “It's time.” She commented as Nick placed the car in drive.

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Daniela Dimitrescu (Resident Lover) Headcanons:

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"Naiintindihan ko naman, iniiwasan mo lang masaktan."

"I understand, that you're just avoiding being hurt."

Summary: Headcanons about Daniela Dimitrescu (+ MC Romance Route so this contains Filipino Pop Culture references and Tagalog words. Translations will be provided in the Author's Note section at the end of the work.)

Warnings: Minor Angst (Bela's cameos), Suggestive themes, SPOILERS FOR DANIELA'S ROUTE!

Genre: RomCom, Fluff, Slice of Life, Minor Angst

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Regular Headcanons:

Secretly a fan of "Mama Mia".

Listens to Taylor Swift's calmer songs when she's cruising on her skateboard.

Daniela is the kind of girlfriend to go all out every day. Even in just the little ways.

She always has a family picture of her sisters and her mother in her jacket pocket.

Never fails to put on perfume.

Has boards specifically for cruising at night.

Those boards have wheels that light up.

Has scars on her knees, chin, shoulders, and elbows from flying off her board countless of times.

Doesn't tap her skateboard against the ground to clap for her skating bros.

Opting instead to clap normally with her back in perfect posture, like she was clapping for a theatre play instead of a skateboarding competition.

The Dimitrescu sisters were brought up to be classy after all.

MC Romance Headcanons:

MC asked her to teach them how to take care of a board once.

Daniela cried when MC gifted her a custom skateboard put together by their own hands, the bottom painted with a scenery of the local skate park.

She hangs it up on the wall, never taking it out for rides.

Simply thinking of the masterpiece sustaining scrapes sends Daniela to tears.

Whenever she wakes up before MC, she wakes them up with gentle kisses.

Most times her kisses will litter MC's face with fleeting speed. MC wakes up with laughter on these days.

Sometimes her kisses are placed on MC's neck, and on their collarbone.

On days like these, MC wakes up pinned to the mattress.

Their eyes would open to Daniela hovering over them with something in her eyes. As if the beastly nature she got rid of left pieces of itself within her.

She also tries to make them breakfast or dinner at least twice a week, it never goes well.

The food of choice either ends up undercooked, or overcooked (Burnt)

MC once woke up at night to singing, and to a steady thumping on her room's table.

They opened their eyes to find Daniela singing them a love song, using their study table as a cajun box.

"Bro, I love you but... What the hell is happening right now?" Dani beams at the question, halting her singing and drumming to place her hands on her hips.

"Glad you asked babe-bro! I was bored, couldn't sleep, and had the internet at my full disposal, so found this little thing from your culture called 'Harana'!"

"... Bro, I- Appreciate the sentiment but I'm pretty sure that Harana is done by singing from outside the house, facing the window?"

Dani smiles, bright and sheepish and unapologetic and MC finds herself falling in love again. "Yeah true, but the thing is: We live on the 4th floor of this building and I'm honestly not sure if my voice could carry that far.."

Yes, MC and Daniela call each other "Bro" as an ode to their friends-to-lovers journey.

Daniela tries to sneakily pick out flowers for MC from the Campus bushes ever since going to her Aunt Donna's Flower shop was rendered impossible.

Bela caught her once, and dragged her sister to her council room office for an earful of a lecture.

"Just what do you think you're doing, desecrating University property like that?"

"Picking out flowers for MC, what of it?"

"You're just going to hand it over to them with it looking like that?"

Daniela bristles at the punctuation, her temper flaring. But just as she opens her mouth to defend her relationship, Bela walks over to her work table and whips around to face Daniela with a pair of stationary scissors.

"You've got to remove the thorns first, along with some of the leaves at the bottom of the stem. I've got to some spare colored paper in one of my desk drawers, we'll wrap it up in those once we're done pruning these. We may not be Aunt Donna but we can atleast do our best to make this presentable."

Daniela stops asking her eldest sister for favors using blackmail after that.

Bela smiles and Daniela can't quite place why her sister's smile sort of looks forced and bittersweet (She remembers still.)

The youngest Dimitrescu chalks it up to her sister helping her out despite being uninterested in romance. (She wants them, always will. But in this loop MC's with her sister so she keeps herself away.)

(Bela may be heartless but her nature is always selfless.)

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01-11's debated heart loves this particular skaterbro with an undocumented softness.

Tagalog Words - Translations:

Harana - a courtship act of singing to your intended from outside of their house to ask for permission and for their hand.

[4awny]

Hello, hoping you are well. When will you resume your fic? I miss your updates :(

Hey! thank you so much for the ask. I'm still alive I promise. I feel so bad for taking so long and I feel like I owe you this. Its the beginning of the next chapter. not sure if anyone else cares anymore, but I'll be updating soon. I'm so so close to finishing it!!

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Anxiety.

When Cartman arrived home that day, he smashed up the mirror in his bedroom. Through the sheer adrenaline of desperation, denial and anger, he didn't feel the glass slice his finger open. The blood weeping down his hand was the distraction that prevented him from destroying the next thing in sight.

He couldn't stand the sight of himself anymore. He hated pretending to be a nice guy, because he knew he wasn't one. On the contrary, he wanted nothing more than to be that regular guy. His mind was lost and confused, feeling as though he was losing control and when he saw that hue of weakness staring back at him in his reflection, he lost sight of himself.

Just admit it.

An admission. "Okay, okay, okay." Words fell out of his mouth, giving himself some kind of pep talk. His weight shifted from one leg to the other, unable to keep still. His eyes remained fixed, like a cat on the hunt. "Obsession." Looking past himself, he tried to be honest. "It's not an obsession. It's not. No." The truth in his eyes told him otherwise and that was the moment he pulled the mirror off the hook and threw it to the floor.

His breathing was irregular and his fists were firm, tight and sweaty. He paced up and down for some time, rambling to himself and trying not to take his own advice. The feeling eventually passed and he was calm again. He fell to the edge of the bed, slid down to sit on the floor and then sulked with his head in his hands.

One... two... three... He counted, like he'd been told to do many times before. It was too late anyway, but it was better late than never. By the time he reached five, he stopped whispering along and became distracted by the pain in his hand.

"You fucking idiot." He said, wanting to hear it. He gathered many tissues from the box under his bed and wrapped it around his pinkie finger. He secured it all together by wrapping a rubber band around it.

As he was doing this, he saw his phone light up. With his eyes squinting slightly at the screen, he could just about managed to read who it was.

Kyle.

Kenny said you flipped out. Everything ok?

Cartman scrunched a face and typed a reply after he finished dressing the injury.

You.

kenny needs to mind his own fking business

Kyle.

Don't do anything stupid. K?

Cartman looked over to the mess on the floor and caught his reflection in one of the shattered pieces of glass. He touched his swollen eye carefully and then tested his pain threshold by pushing into it hard. The screen lit up again.

Kyle.

I hope it's not too late to say that. Lol

You.

too late I think

Kyle.

Idiot? Wtf did you do?

You.

nuthin. I did nuthin.

Kyle.

Tell me

Cartman didn't respond, which was rare. He didn't feel like it. After a few minutes of sitting there conversing with his own thoughts, the screen lit up again.

Kyle.

Where are you?

He grabbed the phone, immediately caving in and sent a reply.

You.

Home. y?

Kyle.

So you're on your own?

You.

Yep

Kyle.

You should come over then

You.

Bad mood. maybe later.

A few moments later, Kyle rang him. "Are you fucking depressed or something?"

"Um." Cartman said, questioning himself. "No, I'm not depressed?"

"Good." Kyle affirmed, happy with the answer. "What's gotten into you then?"

Cartman's head fell back and his neck rested on the bed. "That's nice." His gaze moved towards the ceiling. "Very nice of you to assume I'm always the problem."

"Because one hundred percent of the time, you are the problem."

Cartman knew he wasn't and now he didn't want to speak to him. "Goodbye Kyle."

"No, no wait-" Kyle said quickly and Cartman brought the phone back to his ear. "Don't go yet. I need to talk to you about something. Something totally irrelevant to this."

Great. What else did Kenny tell him? Cartman's fingers gripped the phone hard. "Okay." He gulped.

[wildtornado-o]

Marked down a lot of Roman Holiday scenes during my reread, I love this book so much.. (all ones that just made me smile asdhfksd) and I wanted to share them <3 (under a read more)

"Roman squeezed Melanie's hand reassuringly. He needed her and her sister to remain calm"

"She held up her screen to show him a drawing of an evil, grinning face, carved into a pumpkin 'I like his attitude, you can do that?'"

"No one had ever given him a gift before, either. What were you supposed to say when someone did something nice for you? 'Well. Thanks.'"

"She made a finger gun with her free hand and pointed it at him. He laughed. 'You got me!'"

Asking about Neo's school lol "'So, how was school?' He asked. 'Learn anything?'"

"'More specifically, this this for you,' he said. Neo took the box delicately from him. She weighed it in her hands. She shook it. She pressed her ear against it. 'Don't worry, it isn't flowers.' She stuck her tongue out at him. 'Go ahead. Open it.' He sat on a stool by the counter and watched as she untied the string and peeled off the brown paper. Inside was a pink cardboard box. She shot him another glance. He spun his seat around 'It's really not flowers.' She lifted the lid off the box and rummaged around in the pink and white tissue paper before she found what was inside. Her eyes went round like saucers and she hopped up and down. Then she pulled out a parasol."

"She slashed it back and forth in the air, with a rapturous expression on her face. 'i can tell you hate it,' Roman said. Neo sheathed her weapon and leaned on it with her hand, placing the other over her heart. 'Don't get mushy on me,' he said gruffly."

"'These aren't mine, officer. I've never seen them before in my life!' She pulled a hanger off the rack and held it out to him. It was a long white suit jacket with red lining and gold buttons. It was just his style and just his size. She held up another hanger with a black shirt and pants and a gray scarf.- 'You made me a new outfit?' he asked. She nodded."

"'It looks good,' Roman said. Neo pouted. 'Great actually. Really nice work. We look like quite a team. She snapped her fingers, skipped away and returned with his bowler hat. She reached into a pouch and drew out a red feather, which she stuck in the brim. 'Just a regular feather this time, yeah?' he asked. (he def knew that she put a tracker in it again sdhfs) She smiled innocently, then rose on her tiptoes and placed it on his head. He sighed. 'Your talents are being wasted with me. I might just regret leading you down a path of crime.' Her look said Don't flatter yourself. "

The Doom Cannon.

Her throwing away all the one person jobs <3

"He was basically the only thing that mattered to her in the world right now, and she wasn't going to lose him, too"

"Neo blinked back tears and hugged Roman. 'Hey. Don't wrinkle the suit.' But he put a hand on her head and over her shoulder, and that felt more like home than that house and her parents had in a long time."

"Neo put a hand on Roman's arm and shook her head. He's not a criminal; he's my friend. Well, I guess he's both."

"Her father threw up his hands. 'Do you know what she wants to say?' he asked Roman. 'I do, actually.' Roman looked at her fondly. 'I'm surprised you don't.'"

"He's my friend. A real friend."

"'You were a cute kid. What happened to you?' Neo sighed. 'I'm kidding. Come on, you're usually the fun one. Being back here really bothers you, huh?'" He's so good at reading her

"From this angle, she saw that Roman was similarly paralyzed on the couch, a look of concern frozen on his face. Concern for her."

"Neo looked back at him and cracked a smile. He caught a lock of her hair and showed it to her. It was white. 'This is new. It suits you.'"

"-I mean, I'm still not interested in having a sidekick--' she glowered. 'But I couldn't ask for a better partner' Neo leaned over and kissed Roman on the cheek. His face went red. It was fun to mess with him sometimes. She tousled his hair for good measure. He needed a new hat. 'Stooop,' he said, pulling away."

[amnotaqueen]

What's Important To Him...

My husband will be leaving in a few days. He told me he is going to the UK for his friend's wedding. I and my son cannot go. He would take my son, if I want, he said, but not me. He is getting ready. Yesterday, it looked like he was taking some of his Nigerian clothes he acquired from his 'sister' from Nigeria to a tailor to be altered or to be dry cleaned or both.

He came back with my son yesterday and my son was carrying two hangers with some dressy clothes, one a fancy vest. The other was probably some pants. I'm not sure. I didn't pay much attention to the clothes. What caught my attention was how he was treating my son. My husband doesn't do labor at home much. If he eats from a plate and drinks from a cup, he asks my son to put it in the sink or go wash it. If my son is not around, he doesnt want to ask me at that time, so he just leaves the items on the floor overnight next to where he has eaten for me to collect in the morning. He can't even carry his own clothes into the house. He has to have our son do it.

Often he assumes our son should know what to do and how to do it and what is proper and what is not proper, forgetting that he has intellectual disability and autism. When he saw our son struggling to carry his clothes on the hanger and letting some of it drag on the floor, he angrily yelled at him and hit him on his butt with his hand. He yelled, "Why are you sweeping the floor like that?" I saw a kid trying his best to do what his dad asked him, but was struggling. I didn't see a kid misbehaving. I immediately rushed over to take the clothes from our son. It was obviously too much for him to carry on the hangers like that.

I said, "He is not trying to sweep the floor with your clothes." I put his preciousclothes on the chair. These are his fine clothes meant to impress in the UK. Our son didn't know what to do with the clothes, they were awkward to carry, and I was asking who left the front door wide open because I'm tired of killing flies they let into the house. My husband's narc reflex is to start yelling and hitting.

Now when he got home from work yesterday, I and my son had finished eating dinner. A plate of food was fixed for my husband as usual and was left on the counter. I used no processed foods in preparing the meal. No canned, no boxed, no bouillion cubes which he hates (most of the time). All fresh, whole foods, and dried seasonings, and olive and palm oils. Well, even so, he immediately starts to cook again as I am sweeping up the kitchen because I just washed the dishes and wiped the table and counters and stove. I go to bed a couple of hours after we finish eating, and I like to clean the kitchen before going to bed. I dont want roaches and insects running through the house, nor do I want us to live in filth. He proceeds to get my son to help him to cook, chopping vegetables, using our regular knives, ignoring the safety knives I purchased for our son to use with my own money.

They made a mess. He left the house with our son at one point without telling me. When I walked back into the kitchen everything I had cleaned when he first got home was filthy. So, I cleaned the counters, cleaned around his cooking pots, cleaned the table, put away my son's stepping stool and swept the floor again. Around the time they left, I was looking for my son so I could brush and floss his teeth (he brushes his own teeth in the morning. I know he doesn't do a very good job so I make it a point to brush and floss them for him at night). We'll, I couldn't brush his teeth because his dad had taken him somewhere 30 min before his bedtime. He is supposed to go to bed at 8pm. At exactly 8pm they came back. Therefore, he was not ready to go to bed because I had not brushed his teeth.

So, I rushed to get his teeth brushed and flossed. I rushed to clean his nose with saline spray because it helps to prevent him from getting congested. His Dad was busy preparing his food, so I rode our son on my back pretending to be a Choo Choo train, popped him in bed, tucked him in with Teddy Bear (he asked for Teddy Bear), and prayed with him, and kissed him good night. I went to bed, too. When I awoke in the morning and saw the kitchen, guess what I saw? A dirty kitchen. Dirty counters, dirty stove, food in pot on stove, dirty floor, dirty dishes in sink.

Not only do I get myself ready in the morning, in the event that my husband fails to be able to take our son to school, I also had to clean up the kitchen AGAIN after cleaning it TWICE before going to bed. I got our son dressed and ready for school and fed breakfast. While I'm rushing to get him to finish eating his oatmeal with only a couple of minutes left before they needed to leave to get to school on time, my husband comes with his bowl of corn pap to feed to our son. It is his homemade fermented corn, smells bad. Whenever he gives it to our son, he gags. He gave him one spoon, he gagged but managed to swallow it down. I was afraid he was going to make him throw up his entire breakfast. Sure enough, my husband gives him a second spoonful and it made my son puke, but not the entire breakfast, thankfully.

What was puked out went into the bowl of pap my husband was holding. He actually scooped up more pap to have my son eat it, even after he puked it into the very bowl he scooped from. Of course, I protested. For some reason, my husband laughed but did not make him eat anymore.

My husband creates lots of extra work. He makes messes and doesn't clean up after himself. He wastes my time a lot. He stresses me out with how he treats me and our son. All the people asking me what I do all day and if I have a lot of spare time, don't have a clue.

And my husband is also looking at purchasing some luggage for his solo trip. Since we have been married, 10 years, he has not purchased any luggage for our family. When we go places we use the same worn out luggage we've had the whole time. Now, my mom did give us her old luggage when she got new luggage for herself. But it seems that for his solo trip to the UK for the Nigerian wedding, none of that old luggage will do. I saw the screen he left up on our computer showing shopping pages for fine, leather travel bags. The page showed bags costing from $250 to over a thousand. They were marked down, he does look for deals and discounts, but he is obviously going for a particular expensive look. He is really trying to impress.

I can't get a pair of shoes with good tread to go hiking, but he has no problem buying fancy luggage to go by himself to the UK even though we already have functional luggage at home. Our old, functional luggage has been good enough for us up to now. Why isn't it good enough for him when he goes by himself to this wedding? The tires on my car are almost bald. I keep mentioning how I need tires. The tires are not important, apparently. Him showing up in style at his friend's wedding, that IS important, apparently. When I told him I needed new bras and underwear recently, he told me that I can get some things myself.

And when he leaves somewhere, he doesn't lock the door. I am always finding the front door left unlocked after he leaves. I tell him to lock it. He doesn't. Not important. My safety is unimportant. Our son's safety, unimportant. He is totally not concerned about us.

[natostine]

I posted 1,609 times in 2022

That's 233 more posts than 2021!

19 posts created (1%)

1,590 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 1,604 of my posts in 2022

#dc - 254 posts

#death note - 153 posts

#about me - 140 posts

#video - 137 posts

#bruce wayne - 121 posts

#gravity falls - 110 posts

#natsuyuu - 91 posts

#jason todd - 72 posts

#light yagami - 51 posts

#dick grayson - 51 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#mana offence set at max charisma like ~25% (his passive is higher) and phys defence whatever amount it takes to survive all that fall damage

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

THE OG "I'M NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS" GIRL

[ID: an excerpt from Lucy Westenra's letter to Mina Murray via Dracula Daily. the lines, "He says that I afford him a curious psychological study, and I humbly think I do. I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore" are underlined in red]

16 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#4

Nishimura and co. get to attend a Natori Shuuichi movie on opening night because Natsume gets free tickets all the time.

Natori Shuuichi's elusive boyfriend is also there.

does everyone remember when I hijacked this post to write a silly Nishimura oneshot about it? good because I did it again, partially because of this other post that has had me thinking of vampire aus for WEEKS. please don’t get your hopes up tho this is basically clickbait Matoba is still not a vampire, Nishimura just thinks he should be because Nishimura is a genius

18 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#3

omg. you know i want to know more about 'natori accidently gets a kid'

The man turns away from Shuuichi and yells in a gravelly voice, “Hey, Kid! You better be ready to go!” before facing Shuuichi again, “Can’t believe you cancelled on me last week. D’you have any idea what a pain he is? We all gotta take our turn with the brat, I get that, so don’t you be shirking your turn, you hear?”

“What?” he says stupidly. 

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the man’s attention is drawn by a small child struggling down the hallway under the weight of a beaten cardboard box. Shuuichi stands there rather dumbly as he watches the boy slide his feet into sneakers that are clearly too big for him. He doesn’t meet Shuuichi’s eyes the whole time, but he moves to stand next to him as though this is a perfectly regular occurrence. He turns back to the man who opened the door, bows despite the burden caught in his arms, and says, “Thank you for watching me.”

The man scoffs but reaches out to ruffle the boy’s hair. “See you ‘round, Kid. Try not to drive Morita too crazy, yeah?” and then the door is shut once more, the only evidence it ever opened at all standing at Shuuichi’s side and looking far too comfortable with whatever just happened.

The child turns to Shuuichi and bows to him, still not meeting his eyes, “Thank you for taking me in.”

i.e, Natori is mistaken for a relative of little Natsume's while trying to find out info for an exorcist gig and now he has this kid he's literally just met what in the—??

if everything goes how I want it to, this'll be a one-shot and Natsume will end up living with Natori full-time, or at the least I'll end it with Natori making moves to that end anyway

ask me about my wips?

25 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

#2

natsuyuu au where everything is the same except at first meeting Natsume successfully Decks Matoba and the exorcist community just has to live with that knowledge

84 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Natsume Takashi is such a wild character concept bc he has the means to subject invisible spirits to complete servitude no questions they can’t not do it and Instead of using his all powerful summoning book when in danger he just. punches things. and it works

390 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

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[thetaekookcloset]

Hello! So I'm a little nervous about sending this in because I don't generally like using the anon option as I stand behind my opinions, but I also recongize that means I'm opening this up to all your followers, as a jikooker who runs a jikook focused blog myself. So I'm sending this in with respect and just as a "opinions from the other side" type of deal. And I hope that even though everyone who follows you won't agree with me, the respect and courtesy will be returned. Kindness costs nothing!

A few days ago you posted this ask and reposnse about GCF in Toyko. Both the anon sender and yourself mentioned not seeing GCFT as romantic or non plantonic or understanding necessarily why jikookers say what they say about it. You both did so fairly respectfully, which I fully appreciate. I'm not trying to change minds at all. I'm all good on disagreeing about viewpoints here. None of us know anything for sure and everyone bases their own opinions off their own life experiences and biases. We are all only guessing here. Lol just figured I'd try to answer the question over what "we" see in it. So apologies for all the explanations over why I am here, and for the essay in your ask box. I write long ass posts all the time on my own blog and it's just how I work now 😂 You don't have to feel obligated to post or respond to this either if you don't want to.

GCF in Toyko is not the make it or break it "piece of evidence" for jikookers in thinking that Jimin and Jungkook could be in a romantic relationship. It's just one in the many things that build on top of each other that is their bond that jkkrs see as likely being romantic in nature. Its one of the things that had many jkkrs, including myself, looking back on previous interactions and on future ones with perhaps a more questioning eye. It's also something that I've seen non armys and non jkkrs raise eyebrows over. I introduced my friend to BTS before and they watched Jungkook's GCFs with me (in order, all of them) before she even knew all their names (we were introducing her to the members one by one and JK caught her eye first so we watched his videos and music before the others) and she asked while watching "is the blonde in the video his boyfriend?" And I explained that it was actually Jimin, who was in the same band and as far as the fandom and we all know, no they are just best friends. And she said "well that's some friend then!" And we moved on to the next GCF in Osaka. Or how often i see clips of Jimin from GCFT in armys "pov: you are on a date with jimin" tweets. Lol But it does show that's its not always just the jkkr bias that makes us think the video has some romantic inclinations.

I have... a lot of posts on my own blog that talk about their Toyko Trip and GCFT as well too, but I'm not going to link them or anything because they are definitely written with the assumption that my views and guesses over their relationship is correct and they are boyfriends, which is not what I'm wanting to do here necessarily. But for a lot of jkkrs, the importance placed on the trip comes from the importance placed on it by Jimin and JK themselves. They talked about that trip constantly since it happened, even in interviews in 2020, as well as expressed interest in doing it again. It was how they went through that trip wearing matching fits on their personal time, went sightseeing and went to Disney and had a good time. How JK filmed a video about Toyko, but Jimin ended up being basically the only focus. The intentional choice of the song because he had to pay copyrights for it and the way he matched movements of the video to lyrics on the song, including during the lyrics "love is a road that goes both ways" with a cut scene of them driving down the road and you get flashes of both a rainbow lights ferris wheel and a regular one. Which felt fairly intentionally queer coded, in a video that starred Jimin that Jungkook made.

Jimin also had no idea that the video would even be made at all. So it gave the idea that the Jimin we were seeing, was the Jimin that Jungkook sees all the time. Goofy, happy, having fun, treated well, etc. All that, paired with the music, paired with how they talk about it, paired with how it was edited, paired with the trip itself, paired with JK surprising Jimin over it all, paired with JK telling us he used inspiration videos from a video editor YouTuber called "making a video for your boyfriend or girlfriend," gives off romance vibes (to me).

Your post also mentioned JK being camera shy during the trip, but I disagree. Being camera shy and preferring to be behind the camera don't have to be one in the same. JK made it into a few shots of the whole video, included starting it off with a shot of his feet on the airplane too. I think it just shows that for Jungkook, the point of the trip and the point of the video wasn't about him, or even about them, but about Jimin. Which also feels romantic to me.

You guys (you and anon) also mentioned how you can see two friends making the exact same type of video about a trip they took and were excited about. I disagree, but this could just be life experiences bias coming into play for all 3 of us. I think a good example that could show the difference in what I think would be a normal vlog video between a friend trip and a "could be something more" trip would be Jimin's toyko vlog that he shared. I did a post about the differences there too on my blog, but rather than get into ALL of that. I'll just highlight my points about how JMs video showed JK ALOT, so he wasn't camera shy, he just wasn't in his own video. Jimins video highlighted more of their activies done, them being goofy together, paired with fun music and cute transition slides. For me, this doesnt disprove a possible romantic relationship between them either, it just is what you would expect from a video about two best friends who went on a vacation together. JKs video was a totally different vibe all together. In my opinion. So the completely different vibe as well as everything else about the trip all put together made the video seem more than just plantonic.

https://youtu.be/5TbIyRhvIBQ

^ Jimins Toyko Vlog, with English Subtitles included for anyone who wants to see it if they perhaps haven't. And if you weren't in the fandom long, or aren't a Jimin bias, it doesn't get mentioned a lot. Lol plently of jkkrs also don't even know about it for a while! He posted it originally to Twitter in 2 parts, this army just combined them for us for convenience 💜

https://youtu.be/XrTNLkqGrlc

^ GCFT if I'm here linking things, JK always deserves more streams.

Lastly, his following GCFs were mentioned in your post as well and while all the members do feature in them, Jimin always appears to be highlighted in them. In Osaka, JK cuts the song out completely to highlight Jimins laughter 3 times. In Saipan, Jimin has not only the most screen time, but he also he paired Jimin with the same specific lyrics time and time again which were the more romantically inclined lines. In Helsinki, the colors changed from black to white when Jimin came on screen. Jimin is also the only member to appear in every single GCF video from his first to the last one we have so far. Jimin joking about being the model doesn't just come from no where. Lol but no jkkrs should be claiming (at least I'm not) that app GCFs are indicative of a romantic relationship between jikook or JK and any member. And one or more can be considered romantic while others aren't, or however anyone sees them. Not all GCFs are trying to give the exact same message. At least I personally didn't see them that way.

But again, I'm not here to try and argue really. Or change anyone's mind. I fully recongize how my biases can be influencing my opinions and vice versa for yall and every "shipper" as well. I dont mind if people disagree. I just saw the post and saw the confusion over how/why jkkrs see GCFT specifically in the way that they (we) do and figured I'd offer my perspective as a jkkr who is active in a blogger space. And I think I said all (probably more) that I can say over this topic in one ask. Lol so if you read all of this, thanks for taking the time to read an opinion that differs. Hope you all have a good week!

~ Storm

Hey Storm!

This is really interesting! I'm going to present it mostly without comment and treat it as basically a guest post from a differing perspective.

One thing I just want to clarify about my own feelings on GCFT specifically is that even though I don't really get romantic vibes from it myself, I do get why people see it that way. I get why it might be a big "maybe" moment for Jikookers, and I know that it has definitely piqued the curiosity of non-shippers too, and I understand why. I just don't see it as inherently romantic, or like something that can only be interpreted in a romantic way, and that's why there are plenty of people who come away from it without getting that impression too.�� That being said though, I definitely see the argument.

I re-watched all of the GCFs after reading this and I definitely noticed some new-to-me things. It's so fascinating how we can watch the same material and take different interpretations and details away from it. If anyone hasn't watched the GCFs, or hasn't seen them recently but read through this whole post, I'd definitely recommend revisiting them.

Also, I'm sure it goes without saying, but please everyone be respectful. I'm glad that we can talk about differing opinions in this space, that's something that's valuable to me.

Thank you for taking the time to share your perspective, Storm! You put a lot of work into this, and I really appreciate the clarity and attention to detail.  I hope you're doing well!

[bugsy-maria]

Chat Noir x Reader Part 2

I didn't bother to fight back, it was almost like Chat telling me that he hated me drained me of all of the energy I had and more. I saw as the Akuma delicately landed on my collar. the collar never was a part of the main costume but instead, it was added by me because I liked the look of it.

the Akuma vanished and Hawk Moth's voice filled my head.

"Dark Fang, I am hawkmoth. I will grant you the power to make the world that had wronged you countless times your own playground."

I felt the clothing that I wore disappear into new tight clothing. my tube top turned into a strapless bra with a ribcage design.  a corset pinched my sides gently and was blended into a short puffy black skirt. I had no shoes only thigh-high socks. and my hair was no longer long and puffy but instead a short bob. the leather band of the collar was turned into just a string that held a now white metal disk with the name, 'Togo' engraved on the back. I touched my hair, feeling a different sensation on my scalp, there were now soft ears atop my hair.

it was now that I took in what Hawkmoth said. "the world that had wronged you countless times" he was right. I was nothing but good to other people and all I got was nothing. the world took my family away from me, the world took Chat away from me, the world made me who I am but the world hates who I am.

I stand up, rain and hail falling harder that it starts to break car windows. the world needs to start over again to fix what has been down. people have ruined the world, humans have stained the world with the worst things imaginable. everyone except Adrien. Adrien did no wrong. he doesn't deserve to be punished. I swiftly make my way to Adrien's home. jumping up to a long-forgotten open window. I run through the halls till I reach Adrien's all too familiar door.

I open it to see him with his hands tangled in his blonde locks as he sat at his desk.

"Adrien," I spoke up, causing him to shoot up from his original position at his desk.

"Togo? what are you doing here?"

"I'm not Togo, I'm Dark Fang now."

"You're akumatized?!" his eyes widened.

"Mmmm." I hummed taking my seat at his bed. "And you know what? it's you're fault." I smiled at him.

"What did I do?"

"You told me to tell that guy that I loved him," I paused to stare at the scared look on his face. "He hates me now, he said that he loves Ladybug too much." I got on all fours on his bed and crawled my way over to him, causing him to back up.

"(Y/N)!?" he pushed the chair in front of him.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Adrien, I'm going to save you."

"I don't need to be saved by a villain." his voice now stern.

"But we could watch the world go back the way it was before!" I started to get angry at him, my voice getting rougher. I mean why would he rather die with all these people who do wrong, than come and stay safe with me.

"I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Fine, hope you have fun drowning Adrien." I unemotionally said. I blew harsh winds so strong that they broke windows all over the world. rain rushed into the room as I jumped out of his room and onto a nearby building. I watched it from the Montparnasse Tower. thunder was now heard everywhere, and the only source of light for this half of the earth. I sat and watched as the world flooded below me.

I stuck out my hand in front of me and grew a single intense red rose out of it. I picked the flower from my palm and rolled it in between my fingertips.

"Togo! You need to stop this!" I heard Ladybug shout. I increased the wind at her, blowing her off the tower.

"Togo! Don't take it out on her!" I heard Chat shout at me, and his feet running after Ladybug. I looked at the rose then at the now flooded city below me. the rain stops as the sun comes out, the sun evaporates the water below us. the heat is ineffective to me, but when I look at LAdybug and Chat Noir I see that they are sweating so much that they could barely walk at a normal pace.

I raise my hand at them and flick cool air in their direction, I kept the air blowing at them to keep them from dying. they were the only friends I had, even if they did hate me.

"Why are you helping us?" Ladybug asked, swinging her Yo-yo ready to attack in case I did. her lucky charm long forgotten in the corner of the rooftop.

"You are my only friends left, thought we could share this new world."

"We aren't your friends anymore." I looked at Ladybug, then at the chat. his face showed that of regret. he must have known that he was the reason for this right?

"When I don't need you here anymore," venom leaked off of my words. I clenched my fist tight, taking the air away from her. her hands flew up to her neck, her yo-yo falling to the ground. I quickly used my wind to blow it to me. the sounds of her choking on her blood filling lungs were getting annoying but I knew it wouldn't be long before those sounds would stop.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!" I heard Chat scream his lungs out, he quickly caught Ladybug's head when she fell. I saw the tears fall down his face. the love of my life was crying over the death of another girl. the love of my life was crying over the death of another girl because of me. I caused those tears. I'm the reason for his pain. the pain he put me through, I am now putting him through.

suddenly I stopped seeing the world in black and white, the good and bad. I saw what I saw before, shades of grey. I had managed to fight off the Akuma with my feeling, I felt tears falling on my face upon seeing chat noir cry and Ladybug dead. the only friends I had besides Adrian and Marinette. I knew I wouldn't have much time left, but I couldn't break my Akuma because then it would go to Chat. I had to try the lucky charm.

I looked in my hand with my blurry vision, it was her yo-yo. I used the yo-yo to try and grab the lucky charm that lays on the other side of the building, I knew I didn't have the time to walk across. the lucky charm got to me. I could only pray that it would work for me too. Ladybug and I both have the power of creation after all.

"Stop! You'll never-" he cut himself off once he saw me. once he saw how broken I was, how I was showing emotion, and how the tears that spilled from my eyes and onto my cheeks were genuine.

"Pray that it works." I stared into his eyes and I knew that once I said that and once he saw the lucky charm in my hands he knew what I was talking about. "My collar, Lucky charm!" I shouted, throwing the object into the air. I saw ladybugs shoot out. the mess I made disappearing.

Black and White.

I saw as ladybugs repaired the beginnings of the new beginning.

"Cataclysm!" I heard from behind me, I turned around to see Chat holding out his hand. he reached out and before I could move he caught my collar. I fell to the ground, suddenly feeling dizzy, while I watched my clothing slowly disappear and turn back to what it was before. I looked around me to see Ladybug and Chat staring at me.

"I'm so sorry, and I know that no matter how much I say it nothing will get any better." my voice was shaky and broke during the sentence.

"It's ok Togo." Ladybug kneeled in front of me.

"Don't call me that, I don't deserve it," I said, standing up, keeping my head hung low.

"Then what do you want us to call you?" I heard Chat say from in front of me.

"You won't be calling me anything kitty." I smiled up at him, "besides I have to go now. Meet you guys at our spot? regular time?" I asked hopefully. they nodded and I fell from the building. my wind gently carrying me down to the ground. I ran to an alley.

"Balto, stop running," I mumbled lowly. I walked back to my flat near the Eiffel Tower. I quickly grabbed the box that my miraculous came in. "Goodbye friend." I smiled at Balto. a gray wolf kwamii. I slid the bracelet off my wrist and placed it in the box. I left my home, making my way to the spot we always met at, with no intention of meeting them.

~~~~~~~~~~

the walk home felt like decades. I tread up the stairs of the building I lived in. I took out my keys and unlocked my door. I turned on the lights to my empty home. I walked over to my room, wanting nothing more than to sleep.

I pushed open my bedroom door, the lights still on from when I left. but this time something was different. there was an all too familiar black kitty in my room, rummaging around my desk drawers.

"Kitty?" I clearly didn't think of my words carefully.

"Ahh!" his head quickly shot up as he pushed the drawer closed. "Togo, there you are."

"I told you to stop calling me that." I slumped on my bed still facing him. "And how do you know who I am!?" my eyes widened once the situation dawned upon me.

"A little birdy told me who you were." he rubbed the back of his neck. "Anyway, brought something of yours." he sat at my desk chair, placing the box I just got rid of on my desk.

"I returned it."

"And I'm returning it."

"I don't want it."

"Why not?" we were glaring into each other's eyes.

"Did you not see what happened today?"

"We all have those days."

"No one has this kind of day. I was weak and vulnerable. I killed Ladybug!"

"Dark Fang killed Ladybug."

"I am Dark Fang! and it's not like either of you guys want me to be on your team anymore anyway. You hate me and I'm not your guys' friend anymore."

"I didn't mean that." he walked over to me, taking a seat next to me on my bed.

"Sure seemed like you did."

"I was just angry that you were right is all. Ladybug doesn't like me back but I still keep trying no matter how little hope I had. I just hated that you always had that hope, you never once had a bad day. at least that's what I thought."

"it's always been Ladybug and Chat noir. there was never room for me."

"I do like the sound of Chat noir and his two ladies." he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, the touch setting flames to my skin. "Don't you?"

"Only if I can be your only lady," I replied cockily.

"Sure, but would you love me because I'm your best friend or because I'm Chat Noir?"

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bubbly s/o opens up about trauma pt. 1

bakugou katsuki & shouto todoroki x gn!reader

word count: 1.8k

requested by anon: Katsu, Sho, Izu, and Eiji headcanons to their bubbly, and sweet crush, and close friend, opening up to them about being abused by their parents growing up? They've gotten therapy and are living with their Grandparents but sometimes they get upset when someone brings up parents or asks about the scars from abuse. They tell them they shared this with them because they refused to lie to them. They hug him close, thanking him for being a good friend. -Morp

[a/n: i hope you don’t mind that I’m doing it in parts anon! i ended up doing scenarios for each one, i'm a bit rusty so i apologize if this isn't very well done. you can read part 2 [ here ] ,thank you for requesting sweet heart! here you go! - yours truly, bunny -`ღ´- ]

TW: mentions of parental abuse & scars, nothing explicit but implied

To an extent, he always knew. Maybe not the specifics, but whenever you were alone and thought no one was paying any attention, you’d let your guard down. The metaphorical sparkle in your eyes would dim, your shoulders would slump as if you were taking a break. Then someone would approach and in the blink of an eye, the sparkle was back and the familiar grin on your lips was present once again. Despite what others may think, Bakugou was a good friend.

He worried about you. A lot.

That may be due to the fact that he has a huge crush on you, but it was unlikely. He values your friendship so much. He’d rather have you as a friend than anything else, really. That was mainly his insecurity talking though. He just thought he wasn’t good enough for you. No one was, really. But that’s besides the point.

He had never explicitly said anything about his feelings for you but he didn’t need to. It was quite clear through his actions. Well...clear to everyone but you, that is. Even Aizawa had caught on. And he couldn’t care less about his students’ love lives. He’s had his fill of teenage angst and drama.

During training, he’d always make sure your water bottle was full or during lunch he’d keep an eye out and make sure you were eating. Sometimes he’d even give you extra pieces of meat from his plate, or if he had veggies he knows you like, he’d wordlessly place them into your rice bowl.

Now this wasn’t one sided at all. You also had your ways of looking out for him.

If you were doing a convenience store run with Sero and you saw the particular snack that Bakugou likes, you’d instantly grab a few. For his birthday, you had gotten him custom earplugs for quirk training. It had been after you and him were paired to spar against each other, he always insisted on not holding back against you out of respect, and you had experienced one of his full blown attacks head-on. Your ears were ringing for about half an hour before you could somewhat hear again, and even then, everything was a bit muffled.

Needless to say, you were worried about his hearing

He scoffed and rolled his eyes when he unwrapped the box. Scolding you for wasting money on something he had no use for.

He always uses them though. Especially when he’s doing stamina training, and it’s explosion after explosion.

Anyways. He notices your strange behavior, one day. You stopped trying to keep up the façade and you were sort of gloomy all day. He was absolutely pissed that no one had noticed the change, and he’d yell at them later for it, but he kept his cool and waited until he could be alone with you.

It had been around 8pm, just an hour before his bedtime, when he made some tea for the both of you and carried it up to your dorm room. He paused in front of your door, looking down at both his hands, a mug in each one, then looking at the door handle. Realizing he won't be able to physically open the door by himself, he awkwardly bumped the door with his elbow.

“Hey idiot, it’s me. Open the door.” He grumbled quietly, frowning when you hadn’t responded. Before he could repeat himself a little more aggressively, the muffled sound of your sniffling made his stomach drop. Panic rising throughout his body as he made up worst case scenarios in his head.

“(Y/n), seriously. Is everything okay?” All attempts to sound calm failed as his voice betrayed him, trembling the slightest bit.

On the other side of the door, you started to panic. Furiously wiping any evidence of tears or snot from your face before you slumped over to the door, turning the lock and tugging it open to reveal a frowning Bakugou. He wasn’t upset, he was worried. It was evident in his red irises.

“Here. Drink it before it gets cold.” He handed you a mug before walking past you and into your room. He admired the decor everytime he was in there, no matter how many times he had seen it already, it never failed to make his heart warm. You had a wall full of pictures of yourself with your friends. There were a few solo photos of your friends as well. Most were candid shots, there were a fair few of him.

It always reminded him that beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder. You cherished those candid photos because in your eyes, when your friends were carefree and themselves, no poses, no facade, that’s when they were their most beautiful.

He took a seat on your bed and patted the space beside him. Nudging the door shut, you made your way over and got comfortable.

“What’s up with you today? You seemed...not yourself.”

You didn’t respond, opting to take a sip of your tea. He knew there was something up and he wasn’t gonna push you. So he leaned back and got comfortable, waiting until you were ready. It was a solid three minutes of silence before you took a deep breath.

“I-I don’t want to lie to you, Katsuki. It just wouldn’t be fair so uhh, yeah. Here goes.” He could tell that this was overwhelming for you so, wordlessly, he put down his mug and held his hand out to you and you grasped it, like it was a lifeline.

And you told him.

You told him about the abuse from your own parents. He felt his blood boil as you showed him a few scars inflicted by your parents’ quirks. You explained that it was the anniversary of the day you ran away and went to live with your grandparents, and how you had been seeing a therapist on the regular since then.

It pained him to see you struggle through the tears, hiccuping a few times as you attempted to catch your breath. You didn’t even have to say it but he could see it, it was an all too familiar feeling to him. He tugged you to him, letting go of your hand and pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping you up in a warmth that made the stinging tears return.

“You know, this doesn’t make me think less of you. You’re not weak. Those bastards don’t realize how bad they screwed up. You’re strong, and they’re gonna regret every goddamn choice they’ve made when they see how far you’ll go.”

“Thank you.” You whimpered as you gave in to the new wave of tears, hooking your arms around his shoulders. “Thank you…”

If anyone asks, no...he wasn’t crying. (He was though.)

If anyone was familiar with the signs of abuse, it was him. 

It hurt him so much knowing that you had gone through what he did, maybe not to the same extreme but you had experienced it nonetheless. 

He admired you though. Despite whatever happened to you, you were always bright. Always in a good mood and always choosing to see the good in people. He knows that he didn’t have the strength to do that. Maybe eventually, but not so soon. He had never wanted to pry. You guys were friends, practically best friends and he trusted that you’d tell him when you were ready. 

To his knowledge, no one knew. No one mentioned the way you’d flinch around sudden movements or when someone raised their voice. Honestly, it was a wonder that you had even befriended Iida. He was the epitome of loud and sudden. Always waving his arms around at the randomest times and always shouting to chastise someone for breaking a rule. 

He noticed that you tended to cover up your torso often. Never really wearing anything more revealing than a normal t-shirt. Even on the class trip to the beach, you insisted on staying covered up. No one questioned it, chalking it up to insecurity. Even during training when everyone had to wear their gym uniform, while others undid the top part and wrapped it around their waist, being clad in a tank top or sports bra, you had always kept it on. Even when it was extremely hot. More often than not, he found himself resting his palm against your forehead to cool you off. 

It hadn’t been very hot, but Aizawa decided to run everyone ragged with combat training, so everyone was partnered up. Todoroki had been partnered with Denki and you had been paired up with Eijirou.

As he sat with his classmates, watching the two of you spar, he was quite impressed. Not that he doubted your skill but both fighting styles were drastically different. Eijirou and his quirk relied on close combat while your quirk worked best with long-range. He could see the frustration on your face when Eijirou kept charging towards you and engaging in hand to hand.

As the fight went on, Kirishima had hardened his forearm and hand, kinda like a makeshift blade and as he took you down, he had accidentally cut the top of your gym uniform. As the dust settled and the both of you got up, the tear in your clothes allowed the whole class to see your back and shoulders, skin littered with scars. All were different in size, color, severity, etc. 

Everyone was stunned silent, not having expected anything like this. 

“(Y/n)...what happened?” You could feel the breeze on your back and the pity in Kirishima’s eyes made you angry.

Everyone suddenly snapped into realization. Various questions of; ‘who did that to you?’, ‘where did those come from?’ and whatnot were shot at you from different directions. He could see you slowly being overwhelmed by everything. His heart dropped as he made eye contact with you, your eyes tired and filled with tears. 

“That’s ENOUGH!” Everyone froze and looked at Todoroki with wide eyes, his voice booming.

Sensing the tension starting to rise, Aizawa sighed. 

“Alright everyone settle down. Training is over, get back to class. (Y/n). A word.” 

Reluctantly, Todoroki followed the boys into the locker room and changed into his school uniform.  When everyone was out and he returned outside to the training grounds, you and Aizawa weren’t there so he had gone back to the locker rooms. He knocked and called out to you. 

“Can I come in?” He heard a meek ‘yeah.’ So he carefully made his way inside. 

There you were, dressed in your school uniform and sat on a bench with your face buried in your hands, shoulders shaking. 

“(Y/n)...” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, he winced when you looked up at him. IIt ached him to see your beautiful eyes tainted by tears. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner Sho…” Your bottom lip quivered. 

“Please, don’t apologize.” He opened his arms. You stood up and basically collapsed into them, clutching onto the back of his blazer. “Just always remember that I may understand more than anyone else will. I’ll never judge you, you know that right?” 

“I know…It’s just, ugh-” You pulled away and wiped the tears from your face. “I don’t want anyone to change how they look at me because of what my parents did to me and when everyone saw, and they were asking all of their questions, their eyes...they were just full of pity.” 

“Then look into mine.”

And when you did, you didn’t see pity. 

You saw admiration. You saw belonging. Love. Understanding. 

“Nothing will ever change with me, (Y/n).” He pressed his forehead against yours, “I will always be here for you.” 

[sofreddie]

Scent From Above 3

Summary: Quarantine strikes and the wait to see each other grows.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan!Reader

ABO BINGO: Heat/Rut Toys

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Quarantine AU ?, Heat, Smut (Mutual Masterbation, Use of sex toys), Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,242

A/N: So I was looking at the story and my @spnabobingo squares and 'Quarantine' - NOT a square - actually gave me a really good catalyst to tie different prompts together. So that's how that happened! This smut was a little different for me because I feel like it's kink-ier than anything I've written.

Part 2

It had been a long month of phone calls and video chat between Y/N and Jensen. They hadn't managed to coordinate seeing each other after their initial weekend. Now it seemed the wait to see one another would be even longer. The whole world was on global lockdown for quarantine.

"This sucks," she whined at her laptop, Jensen's face filling the screen for their latest video call, "I was really hoping you'd be able to help me through my heat again," she admitted, wincing at the cramps that had been growing in intensity since that morning, "I miss you."

"I miss you too, 'Mega," he whined in response, "Your shirt has lost its smell," he pouted, showing her the cloth dangling in his hand.

"Yours too," she admitted, looking at the said shirt that was draped over the pillow beside her in bed. She winced once more, a hiss slipping past her lips as she failed to hide the pain from her now very worried Alpha. It took her a while to catch up, but she finally caught on that he wasn't going anywhere and that he was serious about her, about them.

If she had let him claim her, they could be together right now.

"How bad is it, Baby?" his worry grew as he noticed the physical toll her heat was taking.

"It's not great," she admitted, "But it's not too bad. I have toys to help me."

There was a long silence between them before Jensen sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and released it with a pop.

"Toys, huh?"

The boyish and charming Jensen faded away as her Alpha came to the front. His eyes darkened and she could practically see the thoughts processing in his mind.

"Mmmhmm," she hummed, biting her lip and blushing hard.

"Show me."

His tone had her shivering and she nodded as she went to retrieve the small box from under her bed. She sat on the bed, the unopened box in front of her and looked to Jensen hesitantly.

"No, Omega," he shook his head, his Alpha tone coming forth to command her attention, "Show me."

She felt nervous yet empowered over the reaction he was having and she wasn't even touching him. She nodded once more, before removing all of her clothes and getting comfortable on the bed. She laid the toys out beside her within easy reach.

She positioned the laptop on the bed so they could see each other and leave her the use of her hands.

"So beautiful 'Mega," Jensen breathed out as his eyes looked over her body hungrily. He was disappointed to see all his love bites and marks had faded to nothing in their time apart. He forced back the choked whine in his throat and forced himself to focus on her.

"Alpha," she moaned, running her hands over her body teasingly. She had shown him her small collection of toys. She had a regular vibrating dildo, a special knotting dildo, and a vibrating wand. They had served her well in her past heats.

"Spread your pussy for me, Baby. Let me see how wet you are."

She reached down with one hand and spread her lower lips open, exposing herself completely to him.

"Use your other hand and rub your clit," he guided her, his eyes locked in fascination and need. She keened as she touched her clit, the nub swollen and aching. Jensen licked his lips, desperate for a taste.

Catching it, she decided to tease him, gathering a little slick on her finger before bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean. Jensen's eyes followed her every movement. He growled when she sucked her finger, hastily undoing his jeans to get at his rapidly swelling cock.

"Fuck, Jay," she whined hungrily as her eyes settled on his exposed cock. His hand wrapped around the thick shaft, sliding up and down. She rubbed her clit in time with his slow strokes, feeling the fire and desperation build within her.

"Use the wand," he huffed, watching as she turned it on and brought it to her folds. She gasped as the vibrations coursed through her. He continued guiding her until the wand was on its highest setting, driving her right up to the edge and over.

Jensen squeezed the base of his dick, not wanting to come yet. He wasn't done with her.

"Now the dildo," he groaned as she came down from her high, "The one with the k-knot," he stuttered, watching as she switched out the toys and spread her lips once more.

She was glistening with slick, a bit dripping out of her hole and down the crack of her ass. Jensen wanted so badly to lick up the path, gather the slick on his tongue.

"Feels so good, Alpha," she moaned, lost in the bliss and forgetting her bashfulness. She slid the toy inside herself to the base, Jensen letting a soft curse at seeing her stuffed and stretched around it.

"Yeah, that's right," Jensen began stroking his cock once more as she thrusted the toy in and out of herself, "Fuck yourself, Omega. Imagine its my dick in you," he huffed, stroking in time with her thrusts, speeding up at she did, and realizing she was skillfully guiding this whole endeavor.

"Gonna come, Alpha," she whined in desperation, "Come with me," she pleaded.

"Wanna fucking knot you," he growled through clenched teeth, feeling his knot starting to expand. Jensen quickly tore his belt from the loops and and bit down on it, his urge to claim overwhelming him once more.

It had never been a thing with anyone ever before.

He was pretty sure it'd always be there with her.

He clutched his knot with his other hand, watching as she hit the button to set off the inflatable knot on the toy. She wailed as her climax crashed into her. He called out her name as he came, his knot popping and quickly deflating with nothing to lock onto.

Once they calmed, and the urges subsided, they cleaned up. Y/N dressed in clean panties and a tank top, too warm from her heat to want much else.

"When this is all over," Jensen said, gesturing vaguely to the world around them, "I'm coming straight to you," he swore, "I want to claim you, Y/N. I want you with me. Especially now that everything seems like it's going crazy…"

"I know," she admitted, "I've been stuck at home alone. No people. I don't even own a pet," she huffed a laugh, "Though Fred and I are making fast friends," she added with a chuckle.

Jensen felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. Who the fuck was Fred?

"Who?" he managed to ask in a calm, yet clearly confused tone.

"Oh! My succulent," she smiled, showing him the potted plant, "Only other living thing around here besides me."

Jensen appeared to melt as he visibly relaxed and Y/N laughed harder. He shook his head and huffed a laugh.

"This sucks."

"It really does," she easily agreed.

"Soon," he promised, "Someway, somehow." She yawned and he chuckled. Her heat was hard on her and after that orgasm, he was pretty sure she was tired. He could use a little sleep too if he were being honest.

"Soon," she acknowledged, blowing him a kiss before ending the call and settling in for some much needed rest.

PART 4

Forevers:

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Chapter six

Erik slowly pulled his arm from underneath Israel's head without waking her then pulled the covers up to her face, since he had it freezing in his loft.

He swung his Heavy leg over the edge of his bed and stepped on his hard wood stairs that laid up to his bed slowly so it wouldn't creek or crack. He slipped away from the comfort of his bed and made it out of his room without a sound. Even though the sounds of his bare feet slapping against the floor in the hallway was still heard, Israel didn't make a move.

He flicked the lights on in the kitchen, and snatched the refrigerator door open. He mostly had vegetables, fruit and water.  It had been like that since He had started a healthy life style after he came back from the navy.

He grabbed his glass bottle of water and chugged it down. That early morning thrust was real. After he was done he refilled the bottle of water before putting it back in the fridge for his afternoon workout.

Erik went back into the living room and pulled his rug back to reveal his hardwood floors. He pulled one of the wooden boards up and reach up inside to grab his father's old leather Journal. It was slightly beaten up from the many years of his father using it but none the less it was still very beautiful.

his balcony doors blow open from the Wind and he pulled the cream white Curtains back and stepped out. The air was cool but not to cold.

It felt good against his skin. Over the few markings that he had on his  torso- about 400 plus, all in rows around his torso. Some were still healing and sensitive.

Erik was actually still surprised that Israel's nosey ass hadn't spotted them on him yet. He knew that once she had, she will ask him a Thousand and one questions about them. And Erik wasn't really ready for that since he knew he couldn't tell her the real reason he marked himself, at least not yet.

He sat in the big chair that he had hanging to the top of his roof. It swayed from side to side when it was windy or when ever Erik sown it himself. It was soothing though. His balcony was one of the places he liked to meditate and clear his mind. He could look down below, and see businessmen in suits and looking for a taxi, and kids heading off to school with big backpack bouncing against them from running to the bus stop. It was regular city life for him.

He loved the city but hated the memories it came with. He had lost to much in it. First his mother then his father, and so many of his childhood friends had lost their lives to the city they called home. So many time had the city almost taken his life as well, from being beaten on the street by police officers, or being held at gun point at 15, by a local drug dealer that Erik had considered one of his niggas.

The city had done him so wrong but yet here he was, still living in Oakland. Just in a better spot then the apartment that he had spent ten years of his life in.

Erik sighed and sat back down and open his father book. He liked to reread it to keep him motivated and focused on his Destiny. The foreign words of his father language, that he had learned to read over the years, popped out against the old- now brownish- paper. Erik flipped to the page titled, the prince is here.

My son, my prince, my happiness have finally arrived. More Beautiful then I could ever imagine, dark brown eyes like his mother and a head full of thick black kinky hair like me.

The happiness that spread through my body the moment my eyes laid on him I knew I was in love. This was a different type of love, not like the kind of love you have for your mother or your wife it was a kind of love that only a mother or father could have for their child-

Erik read with tears beaming his eyes. Not letting them fall once. Erik slammed the book shut clenching it in his hands, as he leaned forward staring at it. It didn't make him sad, it made his angry. He was so angry at his father and it confused him so deeply since he knew his father had no control over what happened to him.

Maybe it wasn't anger towards his father, but pain that he turned into anger like he always did. And he was tired of it, the anger that had been building up inside him ever since he found his father dead, on his Apartment floor with panther Panther  claw marks in his chest, that came from the man his father called brother.

That's where his real anger was towards, his family. Erik couldn't even call it anger, it was rage. He knew that once he met his uncle all hell was going to break loss. All the pain and rage he had inside of him was going to be released. As soon as he got to wrap his hands around T'chaka fat ass neck, and hear that satisfying crunk that came after he squeeze with all his might. And then his cousin t'challa, was next because he knew that once he killed T'chaka his son was going to go after him. But he was going to prepared.

Israel rolled over on the bed and look over the loft bed. Erik wasn't in the living room or kitchen. She had thought that maybe he had left, until she saw the balcony curtains blow up from the door being open. She smiled slightly and peeled the thick blankets back and headed down the stairs. The little cracking sounds the wooden stairs made as she tip-toed down  sparked Erik's interest, he closed the opened book again, and sat it behind the pillow he had on his swinging chair.

He leaned back into the door frame and spotted Israel on the stairs with a grin on her face. "Hi." She whispered softly so her voice didn't sound raspy from not talking for hours at a time.

"You always wake up in a good mood?" He asked getting up from the balcony ground and walking up to her. She chuckled and shrugged. "When I get a good night of sleep, yeah." She said looking down at him into his eyes, that were still slightly red from earlier. Since she was about three stairs above him, She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned towards him. "Um...Thank you for last night, I had fun. It was the first time in a long time that I have felt like someone actually wanted to hang and spend time with me..." she admitted, looking down at his chest as she fiddled with his shirt. He rested his hands on her waist and squeezed lightly. "You don't have to thank me princess, I enjoy hanging wit' you." He spoke softly, brushing her face with his knuckles. Slightly pushing her face to the side.

Her gut felt bubbly with happiness, and her cheeks were starting to hurt with how hard she was smiling. And Erik only made it harder for her to stop from the way he was looking at her.

That look he gave her. The one were he would title his head like a puppy and lick his lips while keeping Direct eye contact.

The thigh clenching look if you will.

"You hungry?" He asked, picking her up and swinging her off the stairs to the bottom. "No not really, I don't like to eat breakfast that much because I'm never that hungry." She said sitting at the kitchen counter. His eyes raised and he turned to her.

"You gotta eat breakfast Israel, that's the most important meal of the day." She rolled her eyes because she had heard it so many time before from her mother. "I know I just don't like breakfast-"

"I'm making you breakfast, and you gon' eat it." Erik said turning around to the refrigerator to grab the stuff he needed.

And A word wasn't said as Erik handed Israel the plate of two prices of Turkey bacon one pancake, and a small glass of a mango kiwi and strawberry smoothie that he sweetened with orange juice.

He tried not to give her much but she still felt like it was to much food for right now. It he gave it to her at like 12 am in the afternoon she would most likely still be hungry afterwards.

She stared at the plate and then back at Erik, a pout on her lips. He nodded his head, as if telling her to go ahead and start eating. She sighed and grabbed a fork and began to eat, Erik as well. But his plate was stuffed. Three pancakes, three prices of bacon, and the rest of the plate was taken up by the four scrambled eggs. He was a big boy and needed all the food he could get.

"Is it good?" He asked, month full of food.

"Yeah, it's good even though your Force feeding me it." She chuckled taking another small bite. Erik gave her a close month smile, chewing his bacon aggressively.

"You'll get used to it, eventually your body will want to eat in the morning, anyway your parents call you yet?" She shook her head, taking a sip of her smoothie. "No, I don't know what's going on but hopefully my mother calls soon to fill me in and let me know they made it there safe." She said her thoughts wondering off a bit.

After they were done eating Erik decided he wanted to workout at his favorite boxing gym. So they both got dressed quickly, Israel just put on a white oversized t-shirt and a pair of gray leggings and her white nike sneakers, while Erik wore black baseball shorts a dark gray workout shirt and black running shoes.

Once Erik grabbed his bag they were at the door and headed to the gym.

Erik turned into the parking lot Of his boxing gym named the home of Apollo Creed. Israel raised her eyebrows but she went with it. Erik opened her door while he throwing his gym bag over his shoulder. "A boxing gym?" She questioned following him inside the cold building. There was about ten different sweating men hitting at punching bags or at their couch Gloved hands.

"Yes, that's what the sign says right?" He chuckled dropping his bag on the floor. She rolled her eyes at his slick reply and plopped Down on the bench near his gym bag, "you didn't tell me it was a boxing gym but k, smart ass." She mumbled, watching him watch her while he put on the thin black gloves that fighters put on before the actual boxing gloves. He was clearly not new at this because he wasn't paying much attention to his movements, he was staring at Israel. Something she had noticed he tends to do a lot. But they were even because she caught herself staring at him today more times then she'll like to amid.

"Come on," he smiled pulling her across the gym catching some of the busy men eyes, there was a couple of "damn Erik who dis?" And "this yo new girl?" Erik only grinned, winking at them. While Israel tried to hide herself behind him. Erik noticed and chuckled softly before hugging her to his side.

"You bout to get a couple of boxing lessons for free, by thee Erik Stevens." He sang playfully making her crack a smile. He turned around to look in the big box of gloves and found some pink ones from the little 15 year old girl that used to box here. They looked like they could fit. "Come here, gimme your hand." She slide both her hands in the glove and smiled at how cute they looked on her. "Tiny ass hands," Erik mumbled jokily making her roll her eyes and giggle. "Big ass hands...hulk smash face ass 'I'm Wreck-It' neck ass-" She shot back. he laughed loudly throwing his head back before telling her to "shut the hell up before I knock you out." She just rolled her eyes.

" Ok we're gonna start with a simple, 1,2." He explained taking jabs at the air, making his Biceps and man Titties bounce, In the form fitted workout shirt he changed into in the car. She copied the simple move but aiming at his hands this time. "Ok we gonna do that same move but with a duck added to it," he beamed, excited that she was catching on so soon. "Hit, hit, duck." She moved fast dodging his hand. "This is kinda fun but-" Israel began but was cut short by a high pitched voice and a light skin girl with long loss curls came walking to Erik.

"Erik?! Is that you?!? I haven't seen you in so long," she was so tall that she was almost Erik's height. Israel felt like a child standing next to them.

"This is my homegirl from back in the day, Erie." Israel smiled and waved shyly. "Aw is this your little sister?" Erie smiled sarcastically bending down a bit sticking her hand out for Israel to shake, Israel's smile dropped and things got awkward quickly when Israel didn't grab her hand and only stared at the girl.

"Um Nah this is a good friend of mine, but uh it was nice seeing you Erie." Erik chuckled while dismissing the girl trying to hold in his laughter.

"Oh...well I'll see you later I guess, you should Dm some Time so we can really catch up without..." She tailed off glancing at Israel before smirking at Erik and walking off, making sure to make her ass bounce with every step she took. Israel tore her eyes from her and rolled them. While Erik was busy starring at her ass Israel began to take her gloves off, using her teeth to undo the Velcro on her gloves. The tearing sound brought Erik's attention back to Israel. "What are you doing we still-"

"I'm not really feeling it anymore plus my arms are already getting tired." She huffed swinging her arms back and fourth trying to shake the 'soreness' out of them. Erik mumbled a "yeah already." knowing why she wasn't really feeling it anymore, he left her to sit on the ground while he went and found his trainer, RJ. Erik had been working with Him since he was 15, RJ was one of the only people that Erik felt like care for him when he was Foster care. RJ had found Erik fighting a boy a little older then him outside of a gas station and praised him for how good of a fight was and encouraged him to get into. Erik was definitely hesitant about it at first but RJ eventually convince Erik to do it especially since he was going to be training him for free. It was a way for Erik to blow off some steam with all the Pent up anger he had for the world, RJ was just happy to keep him off the streets. He knew the kid was A genius, he was too smart to end up in jail or dead.

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It had been two hours since Erik had been training and two hours since Israel been sitting on the hard floor but she barely noticed the numbness in her butt and legs because she was to busy drooling over Erik's delicious body, it was shiny in sweat and his movements were Swift and fast. The faster he hit the punching bag the more his muscles jumped and bounced, Israel don't know how many she licked her lips or clinched her thighs together but she knew her lips were going to be raw and she would have to take a shower as soon as she got home, she didn't care though it was Worth it. She'll sit here all day and night if that meant she could watch him. She wasn't the only one enjoying this whole situation so was Erik. he knew she was watching his every move, she tried to act like she wasn't but she made it very obvious that she was checking him out, but he liked the attention. He liked how easily he can drawl women's attention without even trying. He had her eyes glued to him, not only hers but Erie's too. He caught her staring at him multiple times but instead of scaring away whenever he caught her she locked eyes with him, giving him very seductive look. Erik only chuckled at her Poor attempt and backed over to Israel to grab his ice cold water bottle. Her breath hitched as he reached over her, his hot body almost pressing against her. The scent of his sweat and actual body odor mix with his deodorant made her mouth water. She wanted so badly to reach up and touch his torso but held herself back, sparing herself the embarrassment of rejection. "Are you done?" "Yeah Come on someone wants to meet you before we leave," he said grabbing her hand to help her off the ground. The feeling in her legs started to come back finally as she made her way over to the punching bag. "Israel this my nigga RJ, we go way back." RJ smile brightly at the girl and extended his hand out to her. "Nice to meet you." She beamed at the handsome older man, holding his hand longer then she intended to. RJ didn't mind at all though. They both broke apart when Erik cleared his throat real obnoxiously eyeing the both of them like they stole something from him. "Nigga Y'all tryin' fuck later or what? The fuck." Erik hissed bluntly more so towards RJ, he was way to old to be looking at Israel any type way. He was in his early 40s and Israel was in her late teens, that shit didn't really sit right with Erik. Israel became tense and RJ just dismissed Erik's out burst rolling his eyes and punching him In the arm with the foam glove.

"Shut yo dumb ass up Erik, anyway it I was just trying to see what your name was and shit for later..." Erik's face scrunch up in discussed as he pulled Israel behind his back. "Nigga you old as dirt still trying to flirt with young girls....grow up." Erik chuckled grabbing his bag and Israel's hand pulling her behind him. "Ok and? I'm aging like fine wine, ain't that right baby girl?" He raised a eyebrow at Israel making her turn her face away to hide her smile from the both of them knowing that they'll probably just clown her. "More like milk, anyway I'll see yo old ass later." Erik dabbed him up and left making sure Israel was right behind him. He opened the door for her and she climbed in, putting her Seatbelt on without him having to tell her too this time. Erik got in next making the car bounce a little from how big he was. "Don't pay that old ass nigga no attention, he do that to all the girls that come in to the gym. He swear he's charming-"

"Welllllll......" Israel tailed off

"Woooooow....." was all Erik said before slumping down into his seat. "He fine." Israel laughed widely shrugged her shoulders. "Hell Nah He could be your dad or some shit he's like that old ass uncle at the cookout that get drunk before the party even start." Israel giggled wildly because she does really have a uncle that showed up to the family events already drunk. After their laughter died down things got quite. Like it always seemed to happen when they were by their selves. It wasn't necessarily a awkward Silent just a little uncomfortable, the type when you don't know what Else to say to keep the conversation going but Israel still enjoyed his company.

It was nice finally being around a man, it felt familiar to her. She was always only around boys and men growing up most of the time since she had no younger or older sister in the house, plus the girls that she did have In her family like her aunts and older female cousins were rude and bitchy for no reason so she stuck with just hanging around the boys. it was what she was used to and most comfortable with.

Erik's deep voice shook her out of her train of thought and now her eyes were staring into his trying to focus on what he was talking about. "Huh?" She said trying to process what he said. "I'm gonna drop you off at home."

She pouted and huffed out her breath before mumbling "I don't want to go home, why can't I just stay with you?" Erik chuckled dryly. "Because I got other shit to do Israel." The sternness in his voice jumped out and Israel was just about to let her bratty personality show but quickly caught herself.

She was really quite the rest of the ride this time, extremely quite. Erik only chuckled at her for being mad that she was going home instead of with him, but he didn't give a fuck. He had other shit to do like he said.

"So you not gon' talk?" She shrugged before turning on the radio. Erik turned it off. "Don't touch my radio, answer my question."

"What?" She asked as if she didn't hear him the first time round. "You wanna stay with me?" She nodded with puppy dog eyes. He almost melted. Almost.

"Mm." He hummed pulling up to her house. She pouted And huffed, annoyed with him playing with her.  "Whatever." She snapped before grabbing her phone out of his lap and slamming his car door shut. She heard Erik's annoying laugh loud and clear as she stomped her way up the steps to her door. Erik's slowly pulled away making sure she got in safely and when she did he speed away.

Soon as he stopped at a red light he grabbed his phone and went to his new contact: Israel (with the pleading face emoji) since it described her best. His fingers work at the speed of light as he tried to send the text before the lights turn green.

Good night, princess. Imma see you soon so you don't gotta pout and shit alright? He sent and almost instantly she read it. The gray dots appeared and vanished then reappeared and then her rely popped on his screen. Ok :) it was simple but it made him smile.

He almost sent her a text back but decided to just leave it at that. She was happy and fine now so there was no need to reply back.

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Sorry about the weird spacing in some areas Tumblr be weird sometimes with that. 

[darling-i-read-it]

Marguerite Baker

Part 3

RE7 Rewrite Masterlist

Ethan Winters x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: spoilers for re7, violence, injuries, blood, gross rotted stuff, marguerites boss battle so gross sack thing, bugs, injuries

Author’s Note: I am having a ton of fun with this! At the time of me writing this I haven’t posted any of the parts lol so hopefully you all are enjoying it as well!

Some of these lines are directly from the game so they may sound familiar.

Summary: Getting the serum recipe, going through the old house, killing Marguerite and getting the D-series arm.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator. Some of these lines are directly from the game so they may sound familiar.

(not my gif) (i'm not posting any pics of marguerites boss fight cause I know a lot of people are super grossed out with it and I don't blame them lol)

Ethan dozed off in the trailer. You sat on the counter, counting each and every bullet the two of you had together. You looked around at everything in the trailer. You were fairly certain it was Zoe’s. She had left behind a couple extra weapons and bullets that you scrounged together.

Ethan began to stir after about 30 minutes of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. You handed him a water bottle you had found in Zoe’s fridge. He took it gratefully and drank about half of it. He ran his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath as you handed him all of his stuff back.

“We have to go to the old house,” you told him. He nodded.

“Did you get any sleep?” You shook your head.

“I didn’t want any. I’m too hyped up on adrenaline. The second we get out of here I’m going to crash for days.” He laughed a bit and nodded, standing up. He got himself situated. He got himself together, looking you up and down. You were both dirty and worn from the entire situation. You looked like you were about to collapse if you closed your eyes, your gaze wide. You opened the door a bit and looked around outside.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked. You shrugged and grabbed a gun.

“I don’t know what else we can do. We’ll get lost without Zoe.”

“That’s a good point.”

“I’m the brains, you're the brawn babe.” He rolled his eyes and looked himself up and down. He was scrawny. He barely had any muscle on him. “We share the brain and brawn then. Come on.”

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The two of you made your way to the old house. It was the same place you had seen Mia go in the video she made for the two of you. You had some idea where you had to go then. You just had to find the serum. That was it.

You stayed close together as you walked through the place. You found some extra weapons along with things that you could use back at the house. You were quick and as quiet as you could be, only speaking when you needed to speak. As you entered one of the rooms you picked up a piece of paper that was lying on the table. You read through it quickly.

“The mothers name is Marguerite. The man is Jack, which we know and the boy is Lucas,” you said quietly. “Seemed like they were a regular family before all this. I wonder what went wrong,” you whispered. He nodded and looked over your head at the paper.

“Must have been something huge.”

“No shit.”

Suddenly something rammed into the gate wall behind you. You and Ethan turned around quickly, him standing between you and the gate. Mia was there, her hands through the holes. She looked desperate.

“Ethan!” she said breathily.

“Mia!” you said mockingly. “Are you going to try and kill us again?” Ethan grabbed your arm.

“That wasn’t me...I’m sorry,” she tried to say.

“No more bullshit Mia. I want some answers. Y/N told me what you told her but I know there’s more,” Ethan said.

“I know, I know you’re right. And I always wanted to tell you but I can only remember a little and the rest is gone!” Behind her Lucas appeared from the corner, grabbing her tightly and pulling her back.

“Daddy right? Who are you, you precious thing?” Lucas stuck his head out at you, a disgusting smile on his face. “We would get along,” he muttered. Ethan blocked Lucas’s view of you as he slinked away. “Well don’t just stand there Ethan! Do something.” Mia yelled for help and the door shut. You moved aside and looked at where she had just gone.

“That guy seems like a dick. We would not get along.” Ethan scoffed.

“Come on. We have to get that fucking serum.”

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The two of you made it through to the other side of the old house just in time for Marguerite to push you down a hole in the ground. You figured you would have plenty of time to get in and out but she had caught you.

As you landed in the wet ground underneath the house, you felt the wind get knocked out of you. Marguerite's bugs flew down and beside you Ethan was standing. He used the fire thrower to the best of his ability and without even standing up you shot Marguerite in the face. She stumbled back and then forward, falling into the hole with the both of you. You screeched, quickly climbing up. Ethan was hot on your tails. Marguerite slinked away underneath you into the rest of the underground of the house.

He held tightly onto your arm, letting out a loud annoyed sigh.

“She’s nice,” you muttered.

“Not a great cook though.” You laughed and nodded. “Are you alright?” You nodded curtly.

“I think. You?” He nodded, holding up his hand.

“Still stapled on.” You rolled your eyes and turned around, walking back up the stairs. You opened the door that she had stopped you from opening. It opened up carefully and you were able to step inside. There were a lot of hanging baby dolls. In between some candles was a box. You rushed over to it and opened it up.

There seemed to be some sort of bones inside, along with a vile. On the back of the lid was some sort of recipe.

“D-series cranial nerve and D-series peripheral nerve,” you muttered aloud. “This is just the recipe for the serum, not the serum itself.” He let out a groan.

“Awesome.” The phone behind the two of you rang.

“If she knew where the phone was she should have come here herself,” you muttered. Ethan picked it up and you leaned against it so you could hear.

“Well? Did you find the serum?” she asked.

“We just got done dealing with your mom and her fucking bugs. Wish you could have warned me.”

“Sorry about that. What about the serum?”

“Haven’t found any but we did find out how to make one. A D-series head and arm. That can’t be right,” he muttered.

“A head? I think I have that around here somewhere.”

“You do?” he said incredulously.

“I don’t know about the arm though. Have you searched the whole house?”

“No not yet. We still have to check the second floor.”

“Alright, check it out. No funny business you two we’re on a mission.” You rolled your eyes.

“We’ll try to keep our hands to ourselves. We’ll meet you at the trailer if we find it.” He hung up the phone. Before he could even say anything you ventured further into the second floor. It wasn’t long before you found a door that had a single lantern on it.

“Looks like we need the other lantern,” you said aloud.

“This is why you’re the brains.” You rolled your eyes.

“Marguerite had one when she went down there.”

“I am not going down there.”

“You may have to.” The two of you walked back to where the hole in the ground one and saw the lantern just before Marguerite's impossibly long arms came to take it away. You let out a shaky sigh and gestured to him.

“Man first. We live in a patriarchal society.”

“I hate you.” He climbed the ladder down and looked around before you even thought about going down. You waited for a minute and he gestured for you to follow. You were careful as you went down and noticed Marguerite had some sort of pathway for the two of you to follow.

You went down that and came up to a green house of sorts. You went inside warily, guns raised. You and Ethan shared one last look before going up the stairs.

Marugite crashed through the window, causing you both to fall backwards. She gave you an intense look, her long limbs reaching around you.

“I’m her mother. Not you!” She hurried away. You and Ethan quickly regained your balance and held up your guns.

“Did you see her-”

“Yeah.” You swallowed hard and went up the stairs.

It took you and Ethan a good amount of time to get through her. But you had the grenades and Ethan had the flame thrower. Between the two of you, it took longer than it should have. She blew up after some time, leaving behind only her lantern.

You picked it up.

“Just fucking stay dead okay?!” Ethan said, out of breath. You nodded.

“I second that. Let’s just go and get the arm okay?” He swallowed, looking over at you. You watched as his eyes went big. “What?”

“Your chest.” You looked down and saw blood was pooling around your chest and shoulder area. Your eyes went wide as well as the pain hit you. Marguerite must have gotten you and you hadn’t even noticed with all the adrenaline. Ethan quickly rushed over to you and put his hand on your shoulder. “We’re going back to the trailer so I can look at this.” You nodded and let him help you walk out of the green house.

It was a very short walk to the trailer. He sat you down on the bed and kneeled in front of you. He tugged at the hem of your shirt.

“At least buy me dinner first,” you said through a groan. He gave you a look and he helped you take the shirt off. You had a large gash from your collarbone to your arm. Ethan winced just at the sight of it. He pulled out some of the first aid he had found.

“This is going to hurt.” You nodded as he poured something on it. You winced through gritted teeth. He pulled out some bandages. “You aren’t dying on me now, I don’t care what you say.”

“You held your own pretty good back there,” you admitted.

“Yeah, with your help.” You watched as he focused his eyes on your wound. He looked so intense. You had always liked Ethan but when Mia went missing he was all you knew. As you stared into his eyes you thought maybe you had always loved him.

Loved him?

It hit you like a bag of bricks. You took a short breath in and Ethan just assumed it was the pain. You had to look away as you felt yourself get flustered. He was your best friend's husband. But she had been gone for three years and she was always gone before that anyway. You found it in yourself to look back at him. He was smiling slightly up at you.

“It’s the best I can do.”

“It’s great,” you said. “I already feel better. Thank you Doctor Winters.”

“Just doin my job.” You swallowed and stood up. He grabbed your arm, shaking his head.

“You aren’t going with me. I can get the arm.” You shook your head more aggressively than him.

“I’m not letting you go alone.”

“You just said I could hold my own.”

“And you admitted you needed me.”

His hand was firm on your arm. You stared into each other's eyes and suddenly it was so obvious you had always loved him. That's why you came. Sure, you hoped Mia was okay but truthfully you couldn’t let him die if you could help it. The way he laughed and the way he hated beer but drank it anyway and the way he reloaded a gun was weird and the way he looked at you.

“I’ll be okay. Get some rest. Hopefully Zoe will come here before I do.” He let your arm go. He had felt the tension.

You were getting so dizzy from blood loss you had to sit down.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. You reached forward and held his hand.

“Please be safe Ethan.” He nodded curtly and left the trailer. You put your head down on the pillow and let yourself breathe evenly.

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Ethan returned with the D-series arm only a half an hour later. Zoe was still not there. You were sleeping peacefully on the bed, your face finally at peace. He watched you for a moment. You were his only friend over this whole Mia thing. Most of his friends beforehand had left him when he got super into trying to find her but not you.

And then you told him everything and it all kinda changed.

He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. If you died...he couldn’t deal with it. You were his best friend. He...he loved you. He didn’t want to admit it to himself because of Mia but he really truly did. He ran his hand over his face, letting that settle in.

Suddenly the phone rang, waking you up. Ethan turned quickly and picked it up.

“Now where the hell are you? You know what, nevermind. We only need the head and you’ve got it.” You stood up and walked over, putting your head against the phone like you usually did.

“Hey buddy!” You let out an annoyed sigh. Lucas. “I thought you should know. I decided Zoe needed a time out. She and Mia are here with me. And they’re keeping each other company.”

“Just let them both go, what do you need them for?!”

“That’s family business Ethan! Not your concern understand? Now. If you want the head feel free to come by any time and I’ll give it to ya! But only if you participate in a little activity I put together for you two!”

“Where are they?” he asked.

“I know you’re excited! But don’t worry! It's not going anywhere. First step I need you to take partner is for you to take a look in that fridge there.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh come on now, don’t be like that. You wanna have fun don’t ya? Now look in the fridge.” Lucas hung up. You gave Ethan a look. Ethan put the phone down. You walked over to the fridge and found inside the deputies head. You scoffed.

“This guy again. Man.” You picked it up, wincing at the pain and the smell. On the back of his head was a note. “‘The pig is waiting for you in the dissection room bitch,’” you read. “Now that’s not very nice,” you muttered, putting the head back in the fridge. Ethan let out an annoyed sigh.

“This can’t ever be easy can it?”

“Hell no.” He gestured to your arm .

“How are you feeling?” You shrugged then winced.

“It’ll heal nicely,” you muttered. “How was getting the arm?” He showed it to you, waving it around as he spoke.

“Weird. I thought I saw a little girl and there were all these childrens toys. I got out of there quick though.” He put the arm down and walked up to you. “Let’s change the bandages and then we’ll go to the dissection room.”

“Bitch,” you mocked. Ethan laughed, raising his hands up to your shoulder. You sat down on the table and let him take a look.

“You aren’t lookin too good,” he muttered.

“You should never say that to a lady.” He rolled his eyes.

“You always look stunning. Even covered in blood and dirt.”

“Aw Ethan, thank you. Right back at you.” He put a new bandage on and you watched him do it. If he had looked in your eyes he would have seen the metaphorical hearts coming out of them. Finally he looked back up at your face.

“You should be okay now.”

“Thank you,” you said genuinely. He nodded curtly and stood back. “Can I ask you something?” He nodded. “Are you going to stay with Mia if she gets out of here alive?”

“Don’t ask me that,” he muttered.

“Why?”

“Because you’re messing with my vows by the answer I wanna give you.” You smiled a bit, looking down. “We have to go get whatever he left for us. Come on.” You nodded and stood up. You almost tripped forward from dizziness and he grabbed your healthy arm to keep you steady. Your faces were mere centimeters away. You looked into each other's eyes and he couldn’t help himself.

He kissed you.

Suddenly the pain from your arm was gone. You melted into his lips. He pulled away and froze. Your eyes went wide.

“Did you mean-”

“Yes.”

With that he walked out the trailer door to the dissection room.

Part 4

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 4)

[Donnie x fem reader]

sfw, chapt. 3, pt. 4 here

Sighing, you set your phone face-down after sending your last text to Bo. What an abrupt end to something that had been so good. You were confused, a little taken aback and honestly sad. You'd thought the two of you were getting along well. Bo was smart, well-spoken, funny, and all around, a really nice person. He listened to your venting and seemed like he had a response to everything. Always, he had some random fact to hit you with whether it was about biology, chemistry, astronomy, language—you weren't sure where he got all his knowledge from. He'd never mentioned school, if he went. He didn't mention a lot about himself, actually. 

People come and go, someone had once told you. You guessed that he was one of those passersby, as much as you wanted it to be more. 

More?

When had you started thinking that? More what? 

You were tempted to pick your phone back up, to check and see if there were any new messages. Not that you could expect much; Bo had been so curt about his exit from your friendship that it was left at his last text, "Again, I'm sorry." You wanted to say something, but what was there to say? It was his decision. A sudden, uncharacteristic, and frankly odd decision, but still, his. Thinking back on it, you tried to remember any instance you might have crossed a line, or maybe said something you shouldn't have. That's what made you open up the messages again, scrolling up and up and looking for anything weird, but finding nothing of the sort. It had all been normal up until when you texted him about the clamor you'd heard outside your apartment building. And then it went flat—he didn't even respond to it, just said his apology and his goodbye before going offline.

You wanted to take your mind off it with a game, but as you looked through your list and saw the one you and him had played together, you knew it was near ruined for you. It just wasn't the same to play alone or with your acquaintances. An otherwise boring game made fun by one particular person, but now it was barely what it used to be.

Unfortunate. 

The next morning might have felt more normal if it weren't for the fact that everyone was pretending like it was. For the sake of secrecy from their father. As far as Donnie knew, Splinter still didn't know anything was or had been going on, and he intended to keep it that way, too. He wanted to tell his father, he did, but all he saw coming of that was reprimanding, or at the very least an awkward discussion, and possibly, time in the Hashi. He was already feeling the aftermath of his actions; he didn't need any more. Especially as he checked the messaging app one last time, only to find it empty, aside from her goodbye. 

Donnie stood at the kitchen counter, mask off and groggy as usual, scrounging for something to eat. Maybe a cup of coffee (if they had any), which he was looking for when Mikey bounced in. Normally, his brothers would avoid him when he was in one of his "moods". He hadn't a passionate temper like Raph but a slow-brewing one, the kind that festers until it's alleviated or boils over. Cold quiet was his thing. 

But Donnie knew why he was here. So did Mikey. He had that familiar glint of mischief in his eye. 

There was no coffee, so he settled for some kind of pastry they'd found while looking through the dumpsters. Really, the item was fine—only the packaging and appearance was defective. It was a wonder just how much food grocers wasted over arbitrary reasons, but regardless, he was happy to oblige his secret sweet tooth. 

From the corner of his eye he could see Mikey waiting eagerly for him to turn around and regard him. To listen to whatever he was about to talk his ear off with. Their youngest brother was more often than not bright-eyed in the morning, something Donnie's morning fog could not always entertain. He picked at his food at the counter for a moment, mind wandering back to his night and subsequently,  the unresolved feelings. Dreadfully unresolved, he groaned inside. And they probably would continue to be, as after sleeping on what had happened the previous night, thinking about her, he realized something that made his face flush. Oh, no. 

He froze in his place, suddenly very awake. He looked over his shoulder and found Mikey was distracted rummaging through the food for his own breakfast, and with a faint cringe, tried to sneak out of the kitchen undetected. No way would he admit to Mikey's words on the rooftop that night, the ones that made him flinch with embarrassment. The same ones that bounced around his head despite all attempts to stuff it down. "You like her, bro." 

Things involving him could never be simple, could they?

Abandoning his plate, Donnie began tip-toeing out of the room right behind Mikey. His foot hit the leg of a chair and caused a creak—he winced. As he thought, Mikey looked back, "Why are you sneaking around? You didn't finish your breakfast. Can't go on patrol on an empty stomach, dude." 

Before Donnie could even answer, he continued in a whisper, "Plus—"

"Whatever it is, Mikey, not now," he cut his brother off, "last night was the end of it, alright? You need to let it go." It sounded harsher than he would have preferred, but he felt the need to drill it into Mikey's skull that it was over, that it was just something he'd have to deal with. There were a lot of things they dealt with despite not liking it. With time, he'd forget—more accurately, be able to ignore— and maybe he could find the same enjoyment in his brothers once again. That sort of friendship.  But at the moment, it was ruined for him—he got a taste of something more and it was taken away what felt like second later. 

Mikey's face fell. Donnie couldn't stand that, seeing him upset over something he'd said. He had a bit of a soft spot for their youngest, no doubt. Just wasn't always obvious. 

"Aren't you afraid you'll regret it?" he asked, voice soft. 

Fear was a strong word, but of course Donnie was anxious. It was the thing holding him back from being able to simply compartmentalize everything, to put it in a box and on the metaphorical "deal with this later because it's uncomfortable right now" shelf. Or to deal with it at all, as ignoring his problems with studying and unrelated research and experimentation wasn't exactly prime management. He knew that. 

After a while of thought, Donnie was able to give him an answer. "Well…I mean, how could I not be?" he inquired in return before leaning out of the doorway to scan the lair. Everyone was either in their room, the dojo, or there, in the kitchen. Mikey has always made him feel most comfortable, and he was sure that was the case for the other three, just that they had other ways of showing it. He was certainly easy to talk to; if Donnie weren't so careful of his mouth and what came out of it, he could probably spew way more to him than he liked. Mikey could come through sometimes, though, which prompted him to keep going, "It was a big thing for me. We've been disconnected from everything else for so long that it was just...exciting, to get a look into what it's like. Being 'regular', you know?" 

Mikey sat down on one of the bar stools, feet idly shuffling against the floor as he folded his arms and rested on them. "You didn't hear it from me, but I'm a little jealous," he said playfully, but Donnie was aware that it was the case. "Maybe I'm pushing you to go after her because I'm trying to live vic–vicrous–v–…" 

Donnie smiled, he couldn't help it. "'Vicariously'?" he suggested. 

"Yeah! That," Mikey beamed, nodding. "You get what I mean." 

"I understand." 

The conversation died off soon after as Donnie decided to get breakfast over with and do whatever needed to be done before they left for patrol that night, darkness falling earlier due to the upcoming winter. It wasn't too cold for them to be out yet, though, so that still meant a chilly patrol in the Autumn breeze. He hated the cold. 

As Donnie was making himself busy at a circuit board in his lab, he heard the beads in the doorway shift, and to his surprise, Splinter came shuffling in. 

"Sensei?" 

He put down his soldering iron, spinning around in his chair. "Something the matter?" 

Splinter ran his fingers along a shelf on the wall as he wandered by, careful to not disturb any of the items lining it. Beakers, recently-repaired electronic parts, projects put on pause, things that would loathe to be broken. 

"There is always something," Splinter replied enigmatically, "I would not be here if that weren't true. Would you agree?"

 I'm compromised!

Donnie had a strong but hidden dislike for vague speaking, even if he did it himself sometimes. When spoken to you it's much more bothersome. 

Splinter waited for his answer, looking at him expectantly. "Donatello?" 

"Yeah, um…yes, I would—I would agree. I suppose. So...what is it again?" Damn his stutter, he couldn't get away with anything, hardly. He was only able to stifle it just enough. 

Picking a random pipette on the desk next to Donnie, Splinter studied the green liquid close for a second before his nose twitched, and he put it back down. "You have been very busy lately, it seems. What is it that you work on all day in here? Or are you playing games?" 

Donnie's heart thumped. His hand found that particular spot on his neck and began to scratch, and Splinter looked at him dead in the eye. He should have known; there was no hiding anything from their father, he was too good. Stupidly, infuriatingly perceptive. Donnie caught himself scratching that spot and slid his hand away, he hadn't even noticed he was picking at it again. He knows, Mikey told him, I probably look like a guilty idiot right now, I'm—

"I haven't been playing games," Donnie blurted out. 

Quizzically, Splinter gestured at the computer screen on the other wall, which had the menu of the game he'd opened up just earlier. Reminiscing over it even though it had been only a couple of days since he and his friend had last played together, but he stared at the screen as if it had been years. It made him realize how easily he'd gotten attached to that. Well, to her. He was on the fence about whether he wanted to try playing again or not and left it on.

Oh, you have to be kidding. I'm a fool in a man's shoes. 

Donnie laughed uncomfortably, "You caught me, Sensei," he said, "I guess I have been playing games more often lately." 

It was honest enough, right? 

Splinter hummed and cupped his hands behind his back. "I see."

Straightening out, Donnie dipped his head a little. "I'll...lay off on them. Sorry for lying. I've just been really distracted recently." 

"Liars never prosper, my son. Take care of yourself." 

He then left. 

So he didn't know. Donnie still couldn't say it with any degree of confidence, because Splinter would trip them up here and there, but it was assurance enough to know that if Splinter was aware of what had gone on between the four brothers and his new—rather, former—human friend, he would have confronted Donnie about it. Or all of them, considering it was now a secret they were all in on actively hiding. And on top of that, Raph and Leo didn't know Mikey was conspiring. Layers and layers, he sighed. 

With Splinter gone, he let out a breath of relief. Too close. Much. But, swiftly evaded. A chuckle left him, not of humor, but more because he was actually feeling a little confident. Just a little. They were really hiding something from Splinter; it was reason enough to pat himself on the back, nothing got past Splinter. Except for him.

Briefly, he thought of Mikey's outlandish idea as he spun back around in his chair. "Mikey, you are crazy," he mumbled to himself as he took his soldering iron, resuming his work from before. "But..."

Chapter 5