#teehee i'm holding hands with my partner

[just-jordie-things]

headcanon request: how would the jjk guys react if someone's trying to flirt with them but they're already in a relationship with their s/o?

YES i love some light jealousy teehee ___

GOJO SATORU

has no chill if someone's flirting with him. or worse, he thinks someone's flirting with him, but they're just taking his order, or letting him know his shoe is untied.

he's literally "I'M MARRIED"

(for the untied shoe one, he definitely trips when he runs off)

he's so annoying abt it fr. always throwing "i have a wife" (even long before you're married) around even when unnecessary

and ppl do flirt with him, he's gojo, but sometimes... he's just a lot.

even if someone looks at him too long, he's wrapping his arm around you and loudly announcing "in front of my wife? you're lucky i'm holding her back!"

and you're just standing there bewildered with the box of cereal you were about to toss into the cart and wondering who the hell he's talking to- and when the hell did he propose??

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

for the most part he doesn't really notice when someone's flirting with him. i think it would take some very obvious hints.

so say someone is really trying to get him to catch on, pulling all the stops- fluttering eyelashes, unnecessary touching, one too many comments about his eyes, and finally, slipping a piece of paper into his hand with their phone number.

megumi can accidentally be a little cold.

he scowls at the phone number before crumpling the paper and dropping it.

"i don't want that," he's completely expressionless when he speaks, and honestly, the flirt-er is lucky he said anything at all rather than straight up walking away. "i have a girlfriend"

and then he walks away.

and when he meets up with you again he's a little more affectionate than usual, holding you a little longer, pulling you closer when you settle on the couch or bed or wherever, kissing you a few extra times for good measure.

don't get him wrong, it's not out of guilt or anything. he just wants you to know that he thinks of you when you're apart, and that he appreciates and loves you to death. nothing could ever change that.

ITADORI YUUJI

i don't often add him to my brainrot posts but i SHOULD and i had the most brilliant thought for him specifically

if he's getting hit on, he'll shut it down casually enough, and just blatantly tell them they're not his type.

and then he'll just start listing everything about you. and lover boy is BABBLING ok, no one could shut him up

he's describing your hair your eyes your nose your hands your style- and once he gets thru the physical stuff, it gets random

he's talking about your hobbies, your weird interests or collections, how sometimes you're a bad driver but you try your best lmfao he gets on such a tangent i don't think he'd even realize his tactic for defusing the flirting is just confusing the other person to the point of no longer wanting to give him their number

and once he's done with his dreamy little speech, he just goes "like my partner!!" all excited and bubbly

he's always rushing off to meet up with you then, having got himself so eager to be around you some more

OKKOTSU YUUTA

he's polite, but firm. he can also be a little quick to say he's taken, but it's only because he wants to let people down easy!

he's very kind when urning down phone numbers or flirty advances, always giving a gentle smile and saying no thank you, or actually i have a girlfriend. and he never apologizes when he says the second one, but that doesn't mean he's cruel! he's just thoughtful and respectful of you!

yuuta's a total gentleman.

but. god forbid. if he gets one of those nasty ppl that pull the "your girlfriend doesn't have to know" bullshit. oh boy. he does not handle that well.

toxic!yuuta jumps out a little!!

for as polite as he can be, he can get nasty when provoked just right, and someone disrespecting you? his beloved?

first it's a lecture- how dare you suggest such a thing? do you often try to break up people's perfect love lives?

then it's standing up for your honor- do you know how wonderful and lovely my partner is? you couldn't even understand the lengths that their radiance extends to. this part usually gets a little messy. he can get carried away when talking about you.

and lastly, he gets personal. deeply. personal. if they're having a not-so-great hair day, or if their attempts at slipping him their number were particularly weak, he's pouncing on that. he sniffs out weakness like a goddamn Chivalrous Boyfriend Bloodhound and sinking his claws in. i think yuuta could be really mean if he wanted to.

but that's kinda hot tho

INUMAKI TOGE

definitely the funniest of all of them. bcuz if he's getting hit on, he kinda just... stands there.

._.

CAUSE HE LITERALLY CANT SAY ANYTHING ???

sure, he could play it off like he doesn't understand what they're saying, or even type a little note in his phone saying he has a partner... but...

toge definitely prefers to stand there, completely blank faced, and stretch out the discomfort as long as possible.

sometimes people just scowl and walk away, finding it rude

one time tho someone actually started tearing up and completely ran away

(you came back just as it happened, an ice cream cone in each hand and a confused look on your face. but there's no way your sweet, mute boyfriend made a person cry, right?)

[jaidens]

Only Bought This Dress (So You Could Take It Off)

pairing [s] : miguel o’hara x reader

warnings [s] : smuttyyy | miguel is big af | spanking, jealousy smut!! mamas favorite treat. | ripping of clothes | miguel is a jealous daddy teehee | name-calling | oml this mann

a/n : guys i really don't know.. except i want him..so

Whenever Miguel invited you to the Spider-Ball, you had no idea what to wear to be completely and totally honest. Your designer was confused whenever you showed her a picture of Miguel's suit and told her to work her magic. And your designer did such.

The colors of blue and red were prominent and it had a collection of dark-orangey red to compliment his webs. It was completely perfect and what you were thinking of without even explaining it. It was a soft silk fabric with lace covered around with strings of pearls.

You had found a matching lingerie set that would have surely made Miguel lose his mind. When he picked you up in front of your apartment you saw how when you walked down the steps in your long, stiletto red bottom heels and that dress he was anxiously moving in his seat and holding only small talk with you.

The limo stopped at a humongous, absolutely gorgeous building the event was being held at. Spider-Men and Women from all over were dressed to the Tens. The driver opened your door and held his hand out for you to grab. You thanked him graciously as you tangled your arm with Miguel's as he straightened out his suit and he looked down at you. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight. I love this dress.” His hand touches your hip, rubbing across the delicate fabric. You smile up at him, tracing across his features and the moonlight that colors his face with beautiful carvings.

He helps you up the stairs, letting you use him as a guide to getting up with such tall heels and concrete steps aren't the best mix. His hand stays on your lower back, holding you closer to him when more and more people start to show up. When you walk into the beautiful ballroom, the white marble floors are covered with people and you look up at the expressive paintings that reside on the ceiling with admiration.

“Look at that ceiling. My goodness, it's absolutely gorgeous." Miguel looks up at it, and you get a sight of his neck, as it stretches “It’s pretty amazing." Miguel leaves to speak with another caterer of the party and you go talk to sweet Mary-Jane. Her bright red hair strikes you as she turns around quickly and drops her mouth open.

“Aren’t you just gorgeous? Oh my wow... I love this dress!” Mary-Jane compliments you while running her hand down your arm. “Look at you! I'm obsessed with those earrings." You and MJ hold small talk before Peter walks up behind her and pulls her away to the drink and food tables.

You find a conversation with Peter. You ask him about why he decided to come to the event. “It’s for charity, love. I'll always go to these types of functions if it's about charity.” You turn your head and see Miguel staring at you and Peter, and you're in for the game. You put your hand on his shoulder and you start laughing when he makes a joke about robbing banks.

But as the night reached its climax, a shadow was cast over the euphoria. My heart skipped a beat as I glanced toward the entrance, meeting the gaze of a familiar face. There he stood, his eyes narrowed with a simmering mix of anger and hurt. It was him—the man I had left behind, Miguel consumed by jealousy.

You continue such actions, just being more calm and touchy. You really only saw Peter as a brother and nothing more. Even after stating that multiple times, Miguel still got worried about him. The live concert band showed up and you got giddy and grabbed Peter's hand and asked him to dance. You were casually dancing with Peter until the switch partners part of the song began and someone grabbed your hand and pushed you close.

“Such a slut aren't you? We're going home after this dance.” Miguel is angry and you can tell. His words are cut off and you see his eyes slowly darken with lust and jealousy. You stare down and rest your head on his chest. “Acting all innocent now too.” You really weren't trying to act innocent. You were worried about beginning to do it because you knew how Miguel would act.

As we made our way through the crowd, I cast one last glance over my shoulder, yearning for the stranger who had stirred something within me. But all I found were empty eyes, longing for freedom that now seemed like a distant dream.

The sleek, midnight-black car cut through the city streets like a predator on the prowl. Inside, the air crackled with a mix of desire and jealousy, swirling around Miguel and me, creating an intoxicating tension. The dimly lit cabin was suffused with a primal energy that mirrored the storm brewing between us.

Miguel's hands gripped the steering wheel with an intensity that betrayed the seething jealousy consuming him. His jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but I could feel his eyes flickering with a fiery mix of possessiveness and resentment.

Earlier that evening, we had attended a glamorous social event, where attention naturally gravitated toward me. Miguel had watched as I conversed and laughed with other men, his strong facade cracking with each flirtatious exchange. The allure of his jealousy fueled my desire, and now we found ourselves alone, confined within the intimate space of his car.

The engine's growl mirrored the tension pulsating between us, as Miguel's grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. The silence was heavy, pregnant with unspoken words and simmering emotions, as we hurtled through the city streets with dangerous haste.

Unable to bear the weight of the unspoken, I ventured, my voice a gentle tremor, "Miguel, what's wrong?"

His gaze pierced through me, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "You know damn well what's wrong," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of accusation.

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the air grow thick with his possessive aura. Miguel's simmering jealousy took on a life of its own, threatening to consume us both. I could sense the hunger in his touch, the burning desire to claim what he believed was rightfully his.

With a sudden swerve, the car veered into an empty parking lot, its tires screeching against the pavement. We came to an abrupt stop, the stillness amplifying the intensity of our emotions. Miguel turned to me, his dark eyes staring into mine, his breath shallow and uneven.

"What were you doing back there?" he demanded, his voice low and charged with a mix of anger and longing. "Flirting with Peter, teasing him with your charm."

A flicker of guilt danced across my features, mingling with the thrill of his possessive rage. "Miguel, it was harmless. Just a bit of fun."

His hand shot out, capturing my chin in a firm grip, his touch simultaneously tender and controlling. "Fun? Do you think I find pleasure in watching Peter vie for your attention?" His voice dropped to a husky whisper, laced with a possessiveness that sent a jolt of desire coursing through me. "You're mine, and I won't stand for it."

In that charged moment, the confines of the car became an arena for our desires and frustrations. The boundaries blurred as Miguel's lips descended upon mine, claiming me with a ferocity that matched the fiery jealousy burning within him. The car's interior became a sanctuary for our entangled bodies, as we surrendered to the intoxicating dance of lust and possessiveness, each touch igniting a passionate blaze that threatened to consume us whole.

In the passenger seat, you, a tantalizing and spirited woman, brace yourself for what you sense is about to unfold. The air is thick with tension as you exit the car, your heart pounding in anticipation.

Miguel storms around the vehicle, his movements exuding authority, and yanks open your door. Without a word, he seizes your wrist and pulls you out, his grip firm yet electric with desire. He gracefully opens the door to the large house and he starts angrily dragging you to the bedroom that you shared together. He flips the lights off and presses a button. The LED lights that sat above turned a dark red. His tan skin is even more beautiful and tantalizing than it was in the sunlight. 

He pulls his tie loose and he throws you onto the cleanly made bed. You bend your elbows to catch your fall. You put your knees up and close your thighs together, giving a sort of pleasure that was becoming single-handedly harder to hold back from Miguel.  He begins to kiss your neck, sending a tingling sensation through your body. His hands move to your waist, feeling the curves of your body before he presses his body against yours. You close your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure that Miguel brings.

His lips travel down to your collarbone, creating a trail of butterflies that spread throughout your body. You can feel the heat of his body against yours and your heart racing. His hands move to your back as he leans in closer, sending sparks through your soul. He looks into your eyes and your lips meet in an electric kiss. You're lost in the moment, feeling alive and full of passion. You never want it to end. You're stuck in this dream before you remember what got you into this mess. He pulls away angrily and rips the perfectly made dress off your body. You stand there, feeling exposed and embarrassed. "Flirting with Peter wasn't a good idea, was it? Or would you rather him fuck you? Your heart raced as he said those words. You felt ashamed. You knew you had to face the consequences of your actions and you were not looking forward to it. He pulls off his tailored suit and you have a full look at his strong chest.

Miguel crawls back onto the bed and he bites your neck. You moan out and grab at his back, your manicured nails scratching red marks on them. "Please.. touch me." You're completely embarrassed that you're begging for him after getting yourself stuck in this situation. He smiles, a wicked glint in his eye as he presses himself against you. His hands roam your body as he kisses your neck, his breath hot on your skin. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as you surrender to his touch. His hand runs down your body, tracing over the delicate lace that you were adorned in.  Miguel's hand travels just under the waistband of the panties, teasing you further. "You like the taste of your own medicine? I bet you do." 

His fingers skim the lace and travel further until they reach your core. He teases and tantalizes you until you can't take it anymore and you cry out in pleasure. Miguel smiles, satisfied with the power he holds over you. "Such a slutty baby. Bet you'll take anything anyone gives you?" You blush and shake your head, unable to find the words to respond. He grins and presses his lips against yours, letting you know he doesn't need your answer. Instead, he just wants to show you how much pleasure he can give you. You feel his fingers rub your clit in figure-eights. You're rubbing your hips against his hands. You're so close before you feel it; he rips his hands away and lays his fingers against your lips.

You accept his fingers into your mouth and suck them off your pleasure. You moan as he moves his fingers in and out of your mouth, savoring the taste of your arousal. His hands return to your clit and you're soon overcome with pleasure, arching your back as you reach your peak. He flips you over and pushes your head down into the soft pillows and pulls your ass up. You're staring at the mirror at his gorgeous body as he pulls his pants down and throws them on the floor.

You can feel his hand rub against your ass before you feel it, a harsh smack against it. You cry out and hear him speak, "I want you to count how many times I spank your ass. If you do it correctly, I'll treat you." You take a deep breath and start counting, determined to do as he asked. As the spanks continue, you feel a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. You grit your teeth and keep counting until he stops. You feel one last rub in a circle over the burning marks. "You did well, baby." He flips you back around and your head it sat between your pillows and he grabs a pillow next to your head.

You twist your body around to be on your back. You're staring into his dark, beautiful eyes. Miguel takes the pillow and sticks it under your ass. You're on display for him. Your legs spread wide to give him room to relax. His strong arms wrap around your thighs and you feel his breath on your core. He looks up at you with a smirk and then explores you with his mouth. His tongue and lips dance around your sensitive areas.

His lips move faster and faster, sending shockwaves through your body that cause you to arch your back and thrust your hips into his face. His tongue is like a warm, gentle wave, caressing you and making you feel more alive than you ever have before. You can feel your muscles tense up as you get closer and closer to the edge, and when you finally reach it you let out a loud, intense moan that echoes through the room.

"So good for me." He groans out as he comes back up from your core and your slick is on his chin and lips, shimmering in the light. Miguel sits up and you notice how tense his body is. He's hard, his tip is dark purple had gotten so worked up from eating you out and hearing your pleasurable moans that echoed throughout the room. You sit up and your hand travels down his abs and to his cock, stroking it. He leans back against the bed; his hands holding him up from falling, and you press your lips against his, tasting yourself and him. You can feel his heartbeat racing as you kiss him passionately. Your hand strokes him as he humps into your hand. "For how dominant you had been earlier... this is different."

Miguel looks up at you. His eyes have tears as you continue to stroke him. You can sense the vulnerability in Miguel as he looks up at you, his eyes glistening with tears. You can feel the emotion radiating off of him as his heart beats rapidly in response to your touch. He is letting you in, allowing you to see a side to him that he usually keeps hidden. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close. You whisper comforting words to him, assuring him that it's ok to let it all out. He relaxes in your embrace, feeling safe and secure in your presence. After a couple of quick thrusts, his abs tighten and he cums in your hand. 

He holds you and you lay in his arms. “You did so good baby. Let’s go get you in the bath.” Miguel picks you up under your aching thighs and carries you to the bathroom that was in your room. He sets you down on the chair that sat in the bathroom. He turns on the bathtub and the water begins heating up. Miguel picks you up once more and sets you into the bath. Your body stretches out and you relax. You share I Love You’s and you lay down for the night.

[anticanonsposts]

Hi !! could I please request something? :) I don't know if you already wrote something similar - but I was wondering how Konig would be with an f!reader who is short? I'm 4'11 and I'm curious how he would act with a reader as such

once again so sorry that this is so late teehee

cw: nsfw under the cut-mdni, sfw over the cut so interact as much as you want, mentions to reader being short, no mention to sex of the reader, no mention of weight

SFW 

I think he would definitely take a double take at you when he first met you and noticed your height

he would really like that you aren’t scared of him 

he assumed since he literally towered above you that you would want nothing to do with him and only be scared, but it turns out to be quite the opposite 

while you love to wear and steal his clothes I think he would try to steal some of yours at some point

he would squeeze into one of your t-shirts and it would end up just covering his boobs 

YOU were a big fan 

he was just happy to see you laugh 

I also have this weird headcanon that if you were upset with him in public you would go under something that wasn’t very tall

like let’s say he pisses you off at a park, so you go stand under a low hanging tree that he can’t get to but you fit perfectly 

think the reverse of him holding something above your head 

NSFW

ok if this boy was already nervous to have sex with you bc you are you and he really really fucking likes you 

oh my, your height definitely complicates things big time 

he is already worried about hurting you simply because he wants to be gentle with you but given your drastic height difference he would check with you even more during any intimacy 

now that being said

did he really fucking like how big his dick looks in your hands

obviously yes

but he is irreversibly patient with you during warm ups

also as always, I headcanon this man as being a bit more submissive in bed, he’s a switch but usually prefers when his partner is in control 

I think the fact that you are so much smaller than him and have so much control over him during this time gets him off so. Much.

like he lives to be bossed around by his smaller girlfriend 

he wants you to boss him around like a big dumb guard dog 

he loves it even more when you get him begging 

begging someone who he could defo over power but has no interest in doing so 

he is at your complete and total will <3

also you loved that you were right at the height of his boobs/chest bc that means you can just bury your face in them at any time 

[finniestoncrane]

Teehee could you do headcanons about the Riddler's reactions to their partner being cockdrunk :) pretty please

Riddler Headcanons oh for SURE lmao, i mean one and done they're all getting a massive ego boost from it but i'm so certain they'd all use it to their advantage in different ways (though i left some out because they were giving similar vibes to others in my mind) 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: nsfw obviously, mentions of sex etc.

telltale

peepaw is not playing around here

the minute he realises you're slurring your words he is honing in

teasing you, touching your skin to watch your flesh tremble

making things worse for you, watching you squirm

knoiwng you don't have the mental capacity to stop him

knowing you don't want him to stop

it's a nice boost to know he's still got it all these years later

arkham

yeah he's not at all surprised because he is the greatest

and to be honest you should have been prepared for this

like why didn't you have an energy drink by the bed to chug

it's his fault you're like this, because he's a sexpert, duh

but get up and get back to work!!

robots need building, floors need sweeping, plans need planning

there's no rest for the wicked, and judging by your squirming...

you're still in quite a wicked mood, even after his amazing efforts

gotham

you can lie there in the little puddle you helped create

forget who you are, forget you're human even!

there's no need to get up and do anything because he's on it

bringing you water, a sugary snack, and a towel

he'll help you sit up, fluff the pillow behind you, and then lay down

gazing at you in awe, reaching to help you

as you struggle to hold the mug in your shaking hands

young justice

i think he'd go into panic mode immediately

are you not talking to him because he didn't do a good job?

have you died? why are you just laying there drooling in silence?

oh! because he did good!? wow... well...

how soon can you go again? because that was a neat ego boost

and it's got him primed and ready for another round

dano

you lay there in blissful post-orgasm glow for as long as you need

he's going to be next door in the bathroom gazing into the mirror

smiling widely at himself, pretending like he's doing a speech

thanking the audience for giving him this prestigious award

"best fuck ever" going to him? edward nashton?

he couldn't have done it without you, his wonderful partner

who he has just remembered is still laying naked in his bed

and who he is now rushing back to

zero year

so here's the thing: while you should be the one getting up

ruining the post-orgasm joy to get him a drink and a towel

he will take your inability to respond to his demands well

it's a compliment really, he fucked you so good that you're dumb

or at least dumber than you were before *hehe, ow, don't hit!*

unfortunately he will be bragging about this to everyone

literally anyone who will listen

so it's not much of a secret that you got drunk off his cock

[xtreklx]

Nightmares ~ Ninja Turtles x reader

Scenario: bayverse Turtles x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: SFW, angst + fluff

A/N: hey guys :3 thank u AGAIN for all of the love on my latest writing! it's so kind and also motivating for me, so keep an eye out for more! I just started a new job but I have a bunch of WIPs so it's rlly hard not to just sit and daydream during my shifts 🤭 but anyslay here's a little self-indulgent scenario for how the turtles would react to their partner having a nightmare. I thought of this after having a nightmare teehee. enjoy!!

__________

~ Leonardo ~

"Y/N? Wake up for me, princess."

You sat up with a start, your chest puffing up and down as heavy breaths left your body. At first, you could barely see what was around you, reality blending together with the horrifying dream you were in mere moments ago. But you came back to your senses as you looked around your bedroom and made eye contact with your boyfriend, who was sitting up next to you on your bed. He was watching you with worry on his face, ready to spring into action. It made your heart swell to see.

"Are you alright?" Leonardo asked you, his blue eyes boring into yours, and you nodded as your face scrunched up with incoming tears, letting your feelings of both fear and relief consume you. He wrapped his strong arms around you gently, pulling you into his lap and holding you against his plastron. You took deep, even breaths, trying to calm yourself down and keep the tears in, and he began to slowly rock you from side to side.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He softly inquired as his hand began to brush smooth strokes down the back of your head. You sighed into the movement, your eyes closing softly. "I don't think I really need to. It wasn't real; my anxiety is just getting the better of me, that's all."

You let out another sigh, the breath quivering slightly, before opening your eyes and looking up at your maskless boyfriend. His gaze was soft, his ocean irises etched with concern but understanding. He didn't say anything, but nodded at you, keeping you in his embrace. You reached your hand up to his cheek, stroking it softly.

"I'm just really scared of losing you. I don't know what I'd do," you whispered, voice cracking and fear taking over. You had unconsciously let go of the tears and allowed them to prick the corners of your eyes again. Leo's gaze hardened with a determination, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His hand moved to cup the underside of your chin, gesturing to look him in the eyes.

"I swear on my honor, princess: you will never have to find out."

~ Raphael ~

You yelped as you woke, your body giving a shake. You pushed yourself up slightly onto your elbows, frantic, and breathing heavily. The frightening nightmare was still in your system, but as you looked around, your mind slowly crept back to the real world. You were in your boyfriend's bedroom, the red covers of the bed you were on and the knitting table in the corner being a dead giveaway. As your mind relaxed, realizing that it had all just been a dream, you closed your eyes for a minute, breathing in and back out a deep sigh of relief.

You returned to reality through taking deep breaths, and you slowly reconnected with your senses; particularly, your hearing. In the background of your momentary freakout had been Raph's low snores, and they came back to you now, growing louder in your brain as you grew more aware of them. You couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. Obviously, nothing had disturbed your 'sleep-like-the-dead' boyfriend.

You slowly opened your eyes back up to look down at the source of the sound beside you. Raphael slept on his stomach to your right, his arms bent upwards at his sides and his head turned in your direction. Normally, when you slept next to each other, he liked having you pressed up against his side as he slept on his stomach, so that you were partly under his massive shell. He liked to say that this was because in any emergency you would be protected, but you knew that was just masquerading his desire to be as close to you as he could be. He was not very communicative at times, sure, but as your relationship grew, you learned how to read his silent admittances of love and desire.

In all of your nightmare commotion, you had moved away from him, so you scooted closer to his side now, laying on your side to face him. You peered up at his sleeping face from your position, maskless and truly at peace, despite the angry snoring implying otherwise. You smiled to yourself as you looked up at him, glad to know that he was getting some much needed sleep.

Suddenly, movement shocked you as Raph re-adjusted in his sleep, and his massive arm was thrown over your waist, tightening and pulling you impossibly closer. You didn't make a sound, hoping not to disturb his slumber, but his snores continued as he held you close.

You smiled to yourself again and focused on the sound of Raph's snores to lull you back to sleep, knowing that you were safe from all harm with him by your side.

~ Donatello ~

You gasped as you woke up, shivers still shaking your body. You came to your senses quickly, realizing that none of it had been real, that it all had been a dream. But it didn't stop the feelings of fear and pain from bubbling into reality with you. And it didn't help that the one person you needed most wasn't by your side, where they were supposed to be.

You sighed out of frustration as you got out of your boyfriend's bed, tears stinging and threatening to spill. You slowly stood up and made your way out of his bedroom towards his lab space. And there Donatello was, hunched in his desk chair, typing furiously away on his computer and glaring at the much-too-bright screens through his tortoise-shell glasses.

"Donnie," you called out to him, voice cracking as you rubbed your eyes, not as accustomed to the brightness as his were. The sound caught his attention immediately as he turned toward you, eye ridges furrowed. "What is it, dove?" You glared at him, frustrated, the sting at the corner of your eyes growing stronger.

"You're not in bed," you stated simply, sounding almost insulted. Despite your tone, Donnie could see the wear that sleep was having on you, and smiled at you softly. "I just need about twenty--"

"I had a nightmare." Your voice cracked again, and the tears did what tears do best. The smile fell off of Don's face as he opened his arms for you, and you stumbled into them as sobs raked your body. He lifted you slightly so that your legs straddled his lap as you cried into his collarbone. You wrapped your arms around his neck and burrowed your face further into his skin. He stroked your back, shushing you softly and whispering comforts into your ear. "It's alright, dove. You're here with me now, I have you."

Your sobs grew softer as he continued to pet you, softly rocking himself and you from side to side. You stayed like that for a few minutes more, and he smiled to himself again as your breathing continued to even, happy to see that you were starting to feel better. "Listen, let me finish up here and then I'll take us back to bed, okay? Does that sound like a good plan?"

You didn't answer, and as Donnie pulled you away from his chest, he saw that you had already cried yourself back to sleep. He chuckled to himself before replacing you, leaning forward to his computer to save his work before standing up from his desk chair, your form still wrapped around him.

~ Michelangelo ~

Michelangelo awoke with a groan, turning from his side to lay on his shell and rubbing his hands over his eyes. Something had just hit him in the face, causing him to wake up. He rolled back over to his side, deciding that it was nothing serious and about to go back to sleep, when the same small thing hit him on the plastron. Two more times.

He opened his eyes to see you thrashing around next to him in his bed, your face scrunched up as you mumbled incoherently. He stared at you for a moment as his groggy brain tried to process what was going on. You had to be sleeping, right? Is it a dream? He sat up on his side of the bed and was dumbstruck for a moment, unsure of what to do. What if he tried to wake you up and it didn't work? Would that make it worse? Or what if he woke you up and you got mad? That would definitely make it worse.

Mikey decided he had to find out, as your thrashing got more violent while he watched. He reached his large hand through your waving fists to reach your shoulder, softly trying to shake you awake. "Angelcakes? Wake up, babygirl," he spoke to you softly. It took a moment of shaking your shoulder, but you startled awake with a yelp, eyes wide and flickering around his bedroom before landing on him.

You sat up slightly so that you were leaning on your elbows, taking a deep breath. "Oh wow," you sighed out. "What a brutal nightmare. I haven't had a dream like that in ages." Your voice cracked as you spoke, partially from sleep and partially from the terrorizing images that wouldn't quite leave your brain yet.

Mikey's brow ridges furrowed for a moment. Out of all the turtle brothers, he was the one who went through nightmares the most often, and he knew exactly how you must be feeling. He watched as your eyes began to well up with tears, and it pained him to see you upset.

His large hands went to cradle your face, tough thumbs softly stroking the apples of your cheeks. "Hey, I'm here with you, angel. Nobody else, just me. No tears. Please?" He smiled at you softly as he whispered to you, before his face lit up. "Hey! Whaddya say we go get a midnight snack to get your mind off of it? Food is always good for clearing the mind~"

You couldn't help but chuckle, matching Mikey's dopey grin with one of your own. You cherished him so much; he always knew exactly how to cheer you up. "Let's do it," you responded to him. He got out of his bed and offered you his hand, guiding you into the kitchen and making you laugh at his jokes all the way. By the time you were chewing on a cold slice of pizza, you had forgotten what the dream was even about, all your focus on the sunshine boy in front of you.

[tw1l1te]

Heyy you fabulous writter! You've had me hooked ever since I first found a post of yours and I don't know if you're taking writing requests but if you are...I'd like to humbly request you to write this idea?🙏

Essentially I think it'd be really cute having a small one-shot of the LU boys in twilights hyrule and them meeting his S/O. His S/O can either be a simple farmer who grew up in the same area or the idea of someone he met on his journey who also had animal turning 'abilities'/features comes to mind so they understand each other more than most. IDK if it's a silly idea or not I just thinks the boys reactions (especially time teasing twilight and such) would be Hella cute! Anyways thanks and keep the good work up! 🫡

- Anon🧋

Yesyesyesyes living out my cottage core dream with mr. cowboy teehee

~

Twilight was getting giddier by the second as he approached Ordon, and the boys could tell. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying the keep the nervousness at bay, but how could he do that when he was about to see you. His beloved.

"I don't think I have ever seen you this jittery before, Pup. What's wrong?"

Twilight was about to answer him when they hear a loud gasp.

Twilight turns to see you on a tree above them, clad in what seems to be.... his old tunic? You jump down, hopping down branch by branch before landing inches away from Twilight.

"Oh by three- you're home! I missed you so much-"

He shuts you up, by pulling you in for a kiss, months of love and desperation melting onto you.

You had to pull away to avoid creating awkwardness for the others, "Alright, easyyy cowboy. Now why don't you tell me about your lil' friends?"

Time raises an eyebrow at him, clearly interested in your character.

"Oh! I completely forgot t' introduce myself! I'm Y/n, mister hero's partner."

Time nods, holding out a hand to shake.

"I'm Time, a... friend of Link's. We all met on his recent adventure."

You nod, squinting a bit at him, then eyeing the rest of them. You walk around them slightly, eyeing their garb and equipment a bit before nodding back at your boyfriend.

"They're Links too, aren't they?"

Legend jumps slightly at that, "How did you-"

You smile at him, "I gotta good nose."

Twilight shakes his head, chuckling "Alright, lets go back to the village before you start figuring everyone out."

You jog up to him, animatedly waving your hands, rambling about Colin and how good with swordsmanship he's become. Before you could continue rambling, Wind asks, "How'd you two meet?"

You and Twilight pause, looking at each other before responding.

"Oh, y'know, I met him on his quest during the Twilight Era. Stinky do-wait, they know, right?"

"They're too nosy for their own good."

"Right, so. I met him while I was in my alternate form. Fell on top of me from a brittle tree-"

"-Wait, you have a wolf form too?!" Wind exclaims, running up to you.

You snort, this kid's funny.

"Nah, that's hero's spirit and all. It's better if I show ya."

You focus for a moment before you feel the shift, still uncomfortable but so much less painful than the first time it happened, oh so many years ago.

Opening your eyes, you can feel your senses sharpen, everything intensifying tenfold.

"A fucking fox???!?!! Twilight, your wife is so cool."

"Not my wife yet, but thank you."

You walk up to Wind, cooing at him. He hesitantly pets your fur on your head, earning him a soft purr from you.

You walk up to the rest of them, just looking at them. You give a few extra sniffs to the pink-haired one, him smelling like hare.

Shifting back, you walk back to Twilight, your fur coat retreating back into your skin. You give him a peck on the cheek, continuing your way back to the village.

"Y'all coming or what?"

Twilight breaks out of his lovestruck trance, following you. Time walks up to Twilight, muttering to him,

"I can tell you've got a thing for foxy personalities."

"Oh, shut up."

[endless-weightless]

E42!Miles Morales x Reader headcanons

Both headcanons of him and of him being a romantic partner cos I'm bored teehee. Also no nsfw cos he's a minor and sorry if the Spanish related hcs are inaccurate or smth like that, I only speak English but please lmk if I got smth wrong!

TAGS/WARNINGS: Fem!reader, fluff, minor angst, cussing

WORD COUNT: 908

Just Miles headcanons

⚜Always smells fresh. He probably uses the perfect amount of Axe body spray or just wears a good cologne.

⚜E1610!Miles is taller than E42!Miles by a few inches because the spider bite most likely affected his growth.

⚜Piggybacking off of that last hc, he probably wears insoles to make himself a lil' taller, but he definitely tells Aaron it helps with the "pain of being on his feet all day", which he knows is bullshit because he's been doing Prowler work for years and has never once considered wearing insoles.

⚜If high maintenance was a guy, it'd be Miles G. Morales.

⚜Had to use a shitbox of a speaker for YEARS until he started making money as the Prowler. Rio would come home from work only to hear some bullshit by Playboi Carti playing at full volume on the worst speaker you've ever heard.

⚜Takes bathtime VERY seriously.

⚜Made his voice way deeper in front of E1610!Miles and probably has a much more calm voice, almost soothing.

⚜Will occasionally forget words in English and will just replace them with a Spanish word and leave you looking confused as fuck.

"You know the thing I'm talking about, it's the uh... rizador!"

"The fucking what?"

⚜Randomly got popular one day in 8th grade/year 9 for no reason, like one day everyone just started dabbing him up.

⚜Speaking of which, if you ever go anywhere with him and he sees anyone he knows, you best believe you'll be awkwardly standing next to him as you wait for him to finish dabbing up the entire population.

Now for romantic headcanons

⚜Was bold asf when he was pursuing you. He'd purposely stare at you in class so you'd make eye contact, and he'd always be the last to look away. He didn't ask for your snap from his or your friends. Instead, he walked right up to you and asked you himself, and he wasn't dry when it came to the snaps either.

⚜Constant compliments, even before you became official. He'd always go out of his way to let you know he liked your outfit, your hair, or even just to say you looked beautiful every single day.

⚜Miles will always give you his jacket if you start to look cold. He can always sense when you're going to get cold and he will not take no for an answer, so don't bother.

⚜This next hc is for my afab pookies. He'll keep track of your cycle and will toss a bag full of pads and tampons at you the second your period starts, which he always knows before you for some reason. He always remembers what brands you like, and he knows all the tricks he learnt from his mother to help you with cramps, headaches or mood swings.

⚜He knows calling you mami makes you fall face first for him, so he'll use it to his advantage to make you less mad when he has to cancel plans.

"Miles, baby, this is our third date this month we've had to reschedule :/." "I know, mami. I'm sorry." He'd say as he places a kiss on your forehead.

⚜Not too big on PDA. Of course, he'll constantly be either holding your hand or having his arm around you and kiss you goodbye, but he'll never go out of his way to shove his tongue down your throat in front of everyone.

⚜But my GOD, he is affectionate in private. Miles cannot keep his hands to himself to save his life. He'd pick you up and dip you to kiss you if he could.

⚜He constantly feels guilty about having to ditch dates for Prowler work, so to make up for it, he'll take you on massive shopping trips. The mf won't take no for an answer either. He couldn't give two flying fucks if you couldn't go around spending hundreds of dollars on clothes, he wants you to know he'll do anything for you despite his mysterious job he never speaks about.

⚜The biggest gentleman ever. He probably learnt it from his mother since she was his only parent, and he definitely has some feminist ideologies ingrained into him, though he does prefer to be the provider and for you to stay safe at home/school.

⚜Miles would occasionally daydream about settling down with you and having a child together, but he knows his job is too dangerous for that despite his longing for a family.

⚜He shows his affection by buying you gifts and spending any and all of his free time with you in return for just your touch and the sound of your voice. He'd prefer to spend every day by your side but he knows you can't get involved in his work and he'd prefer you to stay safe despite how feisty you may be.

⚜If you two went to prom/formal together he'd fall head over heels the second he sees you all dressed up. He'd take as many photos as possible and brag the whole night going "Yeah that's my girlfriend." with a stupid grin plastered across his face.

⚜Almost never talks about how he feels or opens up, he probably would only share how he feels if he broke down in front of you, which he would hate because he likes to feel like he's the protector and provider so if he's not showing you strength he feels weak and unworthy of your love.

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That's all I can think of rn lmk if you want any other characters!

[moonknightshifts13]

Fell Out of Love? (Part Two)

Pre-Marriage Steven Grant + Jake Lockley + Marc Spector x gender-neutral reader (Angst)

note: here's part two to my previous story teehee. very sad- maybe lol. Thank you sm for 50 likes so far in total! I'm very thankful and I hope you guys continue to support me! love you lots and I hope you enjoy this one! (also, the point of view switches a lot from first person to third person so I apologize for it!)

It’s been a few harsh months since Jake announced that Steven didn’t want to get married to me. I never questioned him after the sudden outburst…although I did have many questions. I went by the flat once I knew they wouldn’t be home. I’ve been wanting to text Steven and ask if he meant it- but he did, didn’t he? Why would Jake lie to me about something that serious? He wouldn’t lie to me about it. He knows that Steven and I love each other dearly. 

I’m on my way to a small cafe shop after getting out of work a bit later than usual. Upon arriving, I notice that there is a long line and I still stand in it. A couple of minutes pass by and the line moves up more quickly. Eventually, it’s my turn and I order my latte. I pay and I go to the side to wait for my order to be called. My order is eventually called and I go for it until I hear the barista say someone’s name.

“Order for Steven Grant!”

I hear his name and I freeze in my steps, too scared to look behind me. I’m holding onto my latte and before I know it, I hear his voice.

“Yes, that’s me- um thank you. Oh, excuse m-”

Steven’s sentence is cut short as he sees me just frozen there. I make eye contact and I realize something. It’s not Steven, but Marc imitating Steven. I just stare at him and he stares at me, both of us realizing that we’re literally just..there. I blink and I quickly look down as I exit the cafe. I hear footsteps behind me and my name being called out. 

“Y/N wait-”

Marc says softly and my body involuntarily stops. I feel my breath quickening and I’m scared. What’s he going to say? Is he going to want me back? Is he going to tell me about the new girl he’s in love wit-

“y/n?”

Marc says softly and more faintly now. I turn around and I look at Marc. Oh, my precious Marc. My precious Jake….my precious Steven. I just stare at Marc, and I don’t say anything. My mind still going crazy as I finally see my fiancé- well ex-fiancé in front of me after all these months. Marc looks at me with soft eyes and he reaches a hand out to me, but I move back a bit. 

“y/n-”

“Why?”

I say sternly and this catches Marc off guard. 

“What?”

“Why? Why wasn’t I good enough for Steven? For Jake- for you? Just…just tell me why and I won’t bother you again”

I say faintly and scared, not wanting to know the true answer. Marc just stares at me, not knowing what to say because what can he say? He wasn’t the one who ended things. It was Jake and Jake did it to protect his brothers…in some way. Marc didn’t want to end things with them. Marc and Steven were in love- they are in love with them, how could they ever end things with them? They’re sweet, wonderful, kind, caring partner? They are the world to them. Marc stares at me and he just looks at me.

“You are good enough for us, y/n. I promise. We didn’t end things with you-”

Marc’s sentence is cut off as Jake takes over the body naturally but I don’t notice it at first. Jake grips his drink a bit tightly and stares at me. Marc yelling at Jake, demanding to know why Jake took over the body and what he was going to say. I finally recognize that it’s Jake in front of me and I open my mouth to say something but Jake speaks.

“Lose our number, okay? We found someone better. I’m sorry”

Jake says and I feel my heart break even more than it did the night ‘Steven’ proclaimed to end the marriage.

“Jake- you don’t mean that. What was Marc saying? Please-”

“It doesn’t matter, okay? We found someone better and we’re very happy, so- lose our number and stop bothering us.”

I feel myself get teary eyed and I just nod softly. I clench onto my latte, and I turn away from Jake, walking away from them. From us. Jake stares at me as I walk away, and he can hear Marc screaming at him. Another opportunity where things could’ve gotten fixed was not ultimately broken. Jake broke every chance they had to fix his mistake. Marc wouldn’t ever let this slide from Jake, now knowing that Jake was really the one to end things with Y/N. After all this time, Jake just wanted quiet and peace from a hectic life hence why he ended things with Y/N and Steven. It was to protect his brother’s heart but to also keep the peace between them all. Marc swore on his life that he would never front until the day that I came back or the day that Jake would apologize to me for everything. Jake knew that day wouldn’t come so he accepted the quiet in his mind. Oh, how the peace and quiet in his mind was slowly killing him as he accepted that he was finally alone…just not in the way that he wanted to be. His brothers long gone and now…you were gone too.

[hazbin-proship-central]

teehee, im the charlentino (thats their ship name i think?? it sounds cool!!) anon, and im here with more charlie/vees stuff cuz the brainrot is strong 😭 (and yeah, i initally wanted you to rate the ship but i got out of control a little lol)

i actually thought a lot about val's smoke and all the stuff he uses, a bit of relaxation for charlie to forget all her troubles with redemption and such, so she can enjoy her time with him. she'd willingly come back for more, just one last time... and like all drugs its probably addictive sooo not his fault she got herself hooked and comes back more often than he calls her ^_^

as for vox, i think he'd enjoy sharing her with val, and he was probably the one who got vox onto that. it would stroke his ego, alastor doing all that in her hotel and she still comes to the vees instead. and ofc no one could pass an opportunity to have a piece of that charlussy. to me vox is all about control and being the best of the best - even though the sinners don't care much about charlie's status, it will have to mean something in the future. the sooner they can get to her the better. plus i can't just not include vox's weird alastor obsession, so he'd totally be like "admit im better than him" with his hypnosis (it's not necessary, she'd be outta her mind before he even used them). it would be a power trip for him, having a princess on her knees for him?? but ohhh im stuck the hypnosis... him and val do make the perfect pair with their powers.

(im also thinking of desperate "mr. vox pleaseeee help me advertise the hotel, i'll do anythingggg" charlie. but thats separate from this scenario)

so, to sum it up: they definitely share, though vox likes some alone time with her every now and then

velvette on the other hand? i don't think she'd be willing to. she'd like charlie for herself. and with her fashion thing i think she'd dress up charlie like her personal doll, her brand's fancy lingerie, full face of makeup just to ruin it by sitting on her face. by the time velvette gets her turn charlie would be already deep enough to just accept and enjoy it. vel wouldn't admit publicly to interacting with her though, after charlie's interview on the news. wouldn't wanna ruin her own image by associating with such a loser, so just some alone time. she's short but deadly and i can't imagine charlie topping with any of them, so vel is on top too. i'm a little lacking in the velvette/charlie headcanon department, which is criminal!!! i need to fill my head with more toxic yuri...

technically it was a deal with valentino, but if there's anyone he would share his favorite toys - it's his best business partners. (or lovers, i also like the polyvees ship as a polyam person myself >_<) and charlie comes back to the hotel tired, filled with guilt, telling herself that it was all for Angel's wellbeing, she totally doesn't enjoy this, and actually- shit, she totally can't wait for the next time val calls her.

charlie and vaggie would definetly have a huge fight about it, and the "you didn't tell me you're an angel" argument would hold no power, since charlie didn't tell her about the deal with val too. and she'd be neglecting their relationship in favor of moth dick appointments, val is insatiable. love me some good relationship troubles (and he probably loves this too cuz he's an asshole lol) <3

here i am, such a huge charlastor shipper, devoting my time to charlie/vees... sorry deer boy, there's enough princess of hell for everyone !!

(btw, do you do anon sign-offs? i'm definetly gonna ramble some more, and i would be 🌈 anon (for my everlasting love of putting charlie in situations<3))

Ooooo sooo good!! Shes so addicted to Val's drug she just cant get enough <3 Val would definitely share his new toy with Vox and Vel if they were interested 🤭 and I totally agree with you on Vox making her say she prefers him to Alastor hahah. He'd probably say some shit like "Tell me, little Miss Morningstar. Am I better than that radio bitch?! Tell me im better than him. Tell me." While having his way with her :)

Imagine Val forcing her into a threesome... she'd be all like "Hey, this wasn't part of the deal!" But before she can really start protesting, Vox and/or Val use their respective abilities to lull her into a sleepy, drowsy, hypnotic state, so she cant fight back 😳😳

Honestly I have a hard time imagining how Velvette would interact with her! She would definitely make her do some degrading shit tho, just for her entertainment. Make her walk on all fours and call her a stupid dog/puppy, that type of thing lol.

Also, yeah! I can do anon signs offs! Youre the first! Welcome, rainbow anon! Ill be happy to hear any other rambling you have in the future lolz

[indecisive-dizzy]

Hi pookie :3

Idk why but I’ve been thinking about InStitches (Barnaby/Daisey) a lot today

I like the idea of them, but idk how they’d work out romantically :,)

So I’m thinking they have a love hate relationship, one minute they’re cool the other they’re beating each other up :D

Daisey: You got a date yet Barnaby? 
Barnaby: No... 
Daisey: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Barnaby: When I first met you, I did not like you. 
Daisey: I'm aware of that. 
Barnaby: But then you and I had some time together. 
Daisey: Uh-huh? 
Barnaby: It did not get better.

Barnaby: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake? 
Daisey: Aww- 
Barnaby: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

Barnaby: I’m in love with you. 
Daisey: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. 
Barnaby: I know. 
Daisey: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Barnaby: Hey Daisey? 
Daisey: Yeah? 
Barnaby: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false? 
Daisey: 
Daisey: ...What.

Barnaby: *is throwing stones at Daisey's window* 
Daisey: You have a phone for a reason, Barnaby! 
*THUD* 
Daisey: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

Barnaby: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh... 
Daisey, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you? 
Barnaby, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES???

Barnaby: Hey guys, today Daisey pushed me, so I'm starting a kickstarter to put them down. 
Barnaby: The benefits of killing them are that I would get pushed way less.

Barnaby: I never understood why people cared so much about their dumb friends until I got a dumb friend myself. 
Barnaby: *Picks up Daisey* 
Barnaby: I’ve only befriended Daisey for a day and a half, but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then my self.

Barnaby, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast. 
Daisey: You're kinda ugly.

Daisey, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want? 
Barnaby: Blue flavor! 
Daisey: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry? 
Barnaby: Blue flavor! Blue flavor! 
Daisey: Blue is not a flavor! 
Barnaby: BLUE FLAVOR!

Points! Points! Hey I recognize that ship name! (truthfully I had to look back n double check it was me who did that but yeah! InStitches heheheee)

I think if they did work the dynamic would be them constantly roasting/messing with each other lol

tbh it's one of my fav dynamics. platonic or romantic partners roasting the heck out of one another (playfully ofc) but no one else can insult them genuinely.

they're fights are 60% Barnaby's fault ajdhhd he can't help messing with Daisey. of course Daisey gets revenge but Barnaby is not so easily fazed lol

They love each other but I think over time they realize romance isn't for them, a qpr on the other hand? And they're both dating Howdy? Now that's something!

Anyway yeah Barnaby/Howdy/Daisey. Barn and Daisey in a qpr and they're both dating Howdy <3 food for thought teehee

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

...part two maybe 👀👀👀

teehee!! having fun making him my Ruined Barbie(TM)

Part One

"where the hell is my leg?"

the nurse shut her mouth, pursing her lips. "we were going to tell you once you had-"

"ma'am." eel practically growled, eyes burning. "i'm really tryin' to be polite."

"your right leg was ruined from about halfway down your thigh from the crash, captain. there was no saving the limb, i'm sorry." her voice was kind, but distant.

a ringing and static filled eel's ears as he sat there, in that strange hospital bed, almost two months after his last memory, missing his godamn leg. he swallowed, gravel seeming to be stuck in his throat as he screwed his eyes shut for a moment as he waited for his hearing to come back.

opening his eyes again, he squeezed harvey's hand three times. "ok. that's- there's nothing to do now, it's fine." he took a deep breath, determinedly not looking at the flat covers where his leg was.

"where are we? like, what state, country?" he manages.

"just outside of salzburg, in freilassing, germany."

he nodded quietly. "uh, are- is there anythin' else? i wanna talk to my partner alone." he glanced at jack with a slight nod to the door. he smiled tightly before slipping out into the hall. the nurse checked a few more things before leaving after him, leaving eel and harvey in a strange silence except for the beeping of the machines around them.

"harv." eel looked up to meet his lover's eyes, the baby blues staring lovingly back. "what- what happened?"

show averted his eyes, squeezing eel's hand tighter. "you want the- want the report version o- or what i hea- heard?" he said quietly.

"i want to hear it from you, harv. can you tell me what happened?" he reached across to hold his lover's chin, bringing his eyes back up.

"i had no idea where you were. that was the scariest part." he started, looking down at the hem of the sheets, the hand not holding eel's fiddling with it.

"we were in a dogfight, all of- all of us in the air, MIGs flyin' around us, and you came through o- on my comms, but they was broken.

"i could hear you, but no one else could. and they could all hear me. you came on comms a- and told me- you told me-" he stopped, gripping eel's hand.

"you told me you were going to die."

eel sat in the silence that followed, feeling like he was hearing a story told, not his own memories.

"you said- you said to say bye to the kids for yo- you and that the MIGs had got- gotten your engines or somethin'.

"and then the only thing i could hear over the comms was missiles and your screaming."

harvey let go of the sheet hem to wipe at his eyes, and eel rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand gently.

"i asked ground- i asked ground for y- your last known coord- coordinates, so i could get you. they said you were miles away and i wouldnt h- wouldnt have enough fuel to get there and to the base. i said-"

he gave a watery chuckle. "i told them to shove their fuel so far up their ass that they ta- taste prime unleaded gasoline for- for weeks." eel smiled. "that's my boy."

"i managed to make it to- to a- a little town close to here with an airstrip, and i spent a day looking for you. you'd h- had the sense to try and eject, but i- it must not have worked or something."

eel started coughing, wincing at the pain of his throat. shoe quickly let go of his hand to get a cup and pitcher of water from the side table, handing him the cup half full.

"hey, take- take a- take a deep b- breath, yeah?" eel nodded, handing the cup back and sitting back down. "you're doin' great, harv. can you tell me what happened after that?" he grabbed both of harvey's hands again, catching his eye.

"yeah, uh- uhm. yeah, i can." he swallowed. "i f- found you in the woods about- about fifteen miles out- outside of the town.

"there was a trail of rubble, and the- the skid marks w- were almost a half-mile long. when- when i finally got to the actual wreckage, i was- i was already acc- accepting that you- you were dead."

the beeping of the heart monitor filled eel's ears for a moment.

"i had- i had to dig- dig you out from under y- your own par- parachute.

"i tried everything i could think of the stop the- stop the bleeding, i tied a tourniquet, i wrap- wrapped a chunk of your parachute around- around it, i tried everything." his voice started to shake. "and you j- just wouldn't stop bleeding.

"i was s- so sc- scared, ez." he finally looked up to meet eel's gaze, tears tracking their way down his cheeks.

eel reached up and cupped harvey's face in his hands, wiping his tears away with his thumbs as he looked at him.

"c'mere." eel scooted over on the bed, pointedly ignoring how awkward it was with one leg, and patted the space beside him. shoe started shaking his head. "n- no, i don't want- i don't want to hurt y- you-" "just get up here, you butt. doesn't matter right now." he picked up shoe's hand and gently pulled him forward until he relented, crawling onto the bed and wrapping his arms tightly around his torso, putting his head on his lover's chest.

"harv, i-" he stopped, putting his hands on the other's shoulder. "sweetheart, you're shaking."

a sob wracked shoe's body as he clung onto eel. "i- i thought- i thought you were gone." he whispered into eel's shirt.

eel's heart broke.

shoe had always been the stronger one, the one to get them out of the shenanigans that eel (let's face it, it was probably equally both their faults.) got them into, the one the kids turned to when they needed help.

sometimes it felt like everyone needed shoe a lot more than they needed eel.

and here he was, broken down because the one thing keeping him together almost left him.

he grabbed shoe's chin and tilted his head up. "listen to me, harvey. i am so proud of you. you had no obligation to come and find me and you probably disobeyed orders to do so.

"i'm not planning on disappearing ever again, and i think it'll be pretty hard to do that for a few months-" he gestured distastefully at where his leg should've been. "-but you are so strong for doing that." he studied the eyes of his partner, a soft smile on his face. "i'm here now, alright? you ain't gettin rid of me anytime soon, sweetheart."

he lowered his face down to press their lips together, moving his hand to the back of shoe's head.

harvey broke away first, resting his forehead against eel's. "i missed you so much." he murmured. "i know, and i'm so sorry i had to do that to you. but i'm here now, yeah?" he turned his face to press a kiss to harvey's temple.

"i'm here now." but not all the way.

[futureseaempress]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

hi so my sweetheart tagged me in this @hypnostheory so thank u bb

1. How many works do you have in Ao3?

27 (teehee that's my fave number) (i also have like two more on a google drive that are wips,,, some princes don't become kings & first date which is called nastygum in like all my notes)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 163,308 which is like longer than twilight i think

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Homestuck, AFTG, SK8 the Infinity, TMA, Stardew Valley, RWRB, and uhhh law and order svu

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

honey, why're you calling me so late? (matchablossom)

about to bloom (matchablossom)

baby kiss it better (first prince)

i only want what i can't have (first prince)

as certain dark things are to be loved (jonmartin)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i would love to but sometimes i just don't have anything to say

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uhhhhh i don't think any of my fics have super angsty endings-- fanning the flame was supposed to end with a super sad chapter about agnes and jack but i never wrote it lmao maybe i'll get back to her in november

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ummmm i try to end everything on a loving/happy note bc that's what i like to read most

i think asking you to stay has like the cheesiest last line

8. Do you get hate on fics?

uh not yet thank goodness. i used to back in my wattpad days though and i did have someone say something kinda off color to me in a writing exchange but that worked itself out

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

because it's most of what i read i try to include like a horny scene in most if not all of my stuff but i like anything rlly i sort by ship, explicit, and go from there I think "Coming In Pants" is a frequent flyer.

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s your craziest one?

Nope. Not my cup of tea. OH MY GOD ACTUALLY I'M A LIAR IN 2012 I HAD A ONE DIRECTION RPF TWILIGHT FANFIC? THAT I NEVER POSTED AND SOLELY EXISTED IN MY NOTES APP THAT MY FRIEND AND I WOULD LIKE ROLEPLAY???? seventh grade was wild for me

11. Have you ever had your fic stolen?

YEP! both my current fanfic and my older stuff like i had a terrible homestuck fanfic on wattpad that someone reposted saying mine was too smutty and then on ao3 there is a fic,,, that,,, very heavily seems to draw from baby kiss it better but idk maybe henry wearing alex's white t shirt and a taylor swift cardigan while sick before alex blows him is just reaaally common

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

so other than some garbage i was writing in middle school no, but i do for sure like let my partner beta everything and we run ideas by each other all the time and like work out how to block stuff and what seems interesting they keep me from going to melodramatic and i help them know what sex sounds fun

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

oh god i can't choose. i love davekat, but i love alex and henry a lot. like a lot. like wow i loved the book last year and the movie has given me brain worms and there's other karkat ships i rlly like. hmmm okay i have two hands and i hold my sons Crabapple and Firstprince.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably never will?

so many davekat wips

the sweet home alabama fic for sure.

the nanny au. uh the other davekat band au that's just a draft... probably fanning the flame. there's also a coda for more silver paint that haunts me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

uhhhhh i think i'm good at banter? (see echoed through my mind) i think i'm good at like making stuff fit into canon and comply with it in fun ways (see this hope is). i think i'm good at writing characters having break downs (see chapter 3 of silver paint or going with the flow)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I SUCK SO BAD AT FINISHING THINGS AND I GET STUCK ON MY PORN EVERY TIME

also commas

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

bafhehasdk so like it's kinda a pet peeve a lot of the times i feel like spanish especially ends up reading kind of like Law and Order dialogue like "he trabajo'ed here last week" but i eat that shit up in theory. like people would probs do better throwing random french in shit bc my ass would be like SOUNDS RIGHT TO ME. it's also like cultural references get lost and i know just enough spanish to know when something is "off" so i prefer like "This is a line of dialogue," they said in Spanish.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Homestuck! on wattpad! in 2012! it was bad mpreg! i was 13!!

TMA on ao3! in like 2020

but i did once write a one direction rpf with my friend that we posted on instagram in 2011

20. Favorite fic that you’ve written?

oh god i don't know. i think it's gotta be glory just bc i spent so long with it and i'm hoping to finish it during november (i do nanowrimo in a crazy bass ackwards way) but tire trouble is like the one everyone else loves best??? and i have a sequel in the works for it im just super into rwrb rn

I’m tagging @wardenhawke bc i feel like you might like talking about your ocs at least and i like u

[sluttycinderella]

Razorgate Part Two: The Thrilling Continuation

Welcome back guilt ridden cockroaches of the scorched earth, to this absolute madness! I've decided to make another post because a lot of people brought up some good points that I want to address and some damning new information has come to light in recent days. So let's get into it!

First of all, some of you pointed out that it's actually not that weird if Dan and Phil share a razor since their junks always touching each other anyway. I don't shave and I'm sure it's pretty obvious but I've never gotten to the point in a relationship where I'd be cohabitating with a partner so I have no frame of reference for this sort of thing. I appreciate all of you who had the courage to call me out on my bitchless ignorance.

Some of you also mentioned the hair cutting videos, which I can't believe I forgot to include! It really was a glaring oversight on my part, how dare I call myself a researcher! So let's do a good old fashioned razor analysis on both hair cutting videos.

Trying To Cut My Own Hair

In Phil's hair cutting video, he refers to this as a "professional barber [razor]" (he says lazor at first, oh philly...)

This is the Surker K9S which I don't think the company actually sells anymore as I could only find it available on Ebay:

But yeah it makes sense why even if they still own this one, which who can say if they kept it in the move, they wouldn't use it for their slits as it's fucking gigantic and would probably take their entire eyebrows off.

One thing of interest is that Phil says he bought the razor specifically for this video, meaning that either they didn't have the Manscaped razor at this time or he didn't feel it would be adequate to cut his hair with (probably the latter.)

I TRY TO GIVE DAN A HAIRCUT

The Surker K9S is once again the weapon of choice for Dan's hair as well.

So in both the hair cutting videos, there are no ball shavers present unfortunately.

The Smoking Gun

So originally when I watched the stream, I had sworn that when Dan left he came back in with two razors, one in each hand:

BUT, when he goes to sit down, he's only holding one

BUT! Then the lovely user @finding-you-in-any-world sent me this ask:

And I went back and watched the part of the stream they referenced (1:45:45) actually on 1080p this time because for some reason my laptop streams YouTube at 360p automatically, AND THERE ARE INDEED TWO RAZORS!!!!

You can see in the stream that Dan comes in holding two razors, then transfers both of them to one hand, then places both of them down! Let's watch it back in slow motion shall we?

So yes, Dan and Phil do indeed own two electric razors but since I've already regaled you all with far too much information about the first razor, I thought it only fair to do the same for our new challenger.

Now a quick Google image search has led me to believe that this is the Philips (teehee) Norelco Bodygroom 7100 which has since been discontinued. The product information page claims it's for "anywhere below the neck" so not quite as damning as the Manscaped one but still very clearly not a face shaver.

But how old is the Philips Norelco Bodygroom 7100 exactly? Well, we can't be 100% sure but I did find this ad from 2016 which both puts its release somewhere around 7 years ago and is also just kinda hilarious:

So yeah, Dan and Phil do indeed own at least two electric razors! And considering one is the most recent (and incredibly overpriced) Manscaped razor and the other one pre-dates the election of Donald Trump (and is also literally called Philips) I think we can guess with a lot of confidence whos is who's.

That's all for now! Thank you for being here with me once again to share in my brainrot and if there's anything I missed or stuff you want to add, please let me know!

Razorgate: an empirical, peer reviewed study*

*there is nothing genuinely scientific about this, it is merely a result of mental illness and unemployment.

So we all saw this right?

But after this bomb was dropped I began to get curious about the other slittenings. Did they use the same razor for all of them and no one had noticed? Do they actually own more than one razor? And if they don't, if this is truly the only phrazor, then I don't think I have to tell you that raises a lot of questions.

Firstly, I went back to where this all began, Phil's Birthday stream, to identify the razor that carved the very first slit and forever cemented itself as a part of herstory:

Now that is very clearly the Manscaped logo, no question about it. Here’s a high quality photo of the logo for comparison:

(You can also clearly see in the Twitter post that it says "Manscaped" across it but I like to double check my work and I also wanted to prove that they were both Manscaped)

And it's a good thing I did double check because OP made a CRITICAL ERROR in their post! They claim that the razor in question is the Lawn Mower 4.0 when in fact it's the Lawn Mower 5.0 Ultra! Unlike the PUNY, PATHETIC, UNMANLY 4.0, the Lawn Mower 5.0 Ultra comes with an interchangeable foil blade, a USB port, and a more advanced spotlight!

How could OP be so careless? Dan and Phil would never own an outdated razor! They require only the finest in ball shaving technology!

Also fun fact: The first appearance of the Lawn Mower 5.0 Ultra on the Manscaped YouTube channel falls right in between the dapg return announcement and their first video back so make of that what you will...I for one shall be sculpting my own hill out of the very earth itself, "Manscaped Sponsorship Hill", I encourage you all to join me.

So after spending far too long researching the intricacies of razors that shave an organ I don't even have, I now needed to check if it was the same razor being used in every slittening:

Here they are side by side for comparison, left is Phil’s birthday, middle is the We're All Doomed post-premiere, right is Dan’s birthday. Now it appears the WAD one is missing the logo but I'm going to go ahead and chalk that up to the poor quality of the clip I found (if anyone has a better version PLEASE hit me up so I can confirm my hypothesis). And considering the photo taken in the aftermath seems to show Phil holding the 5.0 Ultra:

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's the same thing.

“But,” I hear you shouting, “so what if Dan and Phil used the same razor for all the streams? They already said they only owned one razor so who cares?” Well this isn’t so much about proving that they’re the same razor as it is establishing a baseline. It’s hard to trust basically anything Dan and Phil say lately, what with piggate and the “pillow” bar and the fake view from the Phouse, knowing that they aren’t lying about only having one razor (to the best of our knowledge) is crucial in figuring out what exactly is going on. Remember, we’re doing science here.

And with that in mind: In my professional opinion, I can say that for all three slittenings, the Manscaped Lawn Mower 5.0 Ultra was the weapon of choice.

Sidenote: I went down a bit of a rabbit hole of Manscaped reviews during all of this and apparently Manscaped razors are kind of just a scam. This razor is $109 and they try to trick their customers into subscribing to their "Peak Hygiene Plan" which you don't actually need by offering a deceptive discount and hiding the terms where people aren't likely to see them. So yeah, fuck Manscaped and I for one think we should cancel Dan and Phil for not ethically consuming under capitalism.

But that's beside the point, we know that they indeed only have one razor and that that razor...is for balls. What does that tell us?

Conclusions

There are a multitude of conclusions one could jump to in the light of such a revelation, I shall display them in a convenient numbered list for your viewing pleasure:

One of them prefers to use straight (lol) razors to shave their...you know...I don't actually know if this is a thing people do or if it's even possible, people with balls please sound off in the comments, thank you

Only one of them actually shaves in which case I support them as an infamous pussy hair enthusiast (iykyk)

They share a razor (Please, God, no, that's actually disgusting)

Either way, this thing was on someone's balls and then it touched both their faces so I really hope they cleaned it properly!

Alright, so that whole exploration may have been a bit useless, it indeed only confirmed what we had already been told, but I spent literal hours comparing photos of ball hair trimmers and I'm not one to admit defeat. Consider yourselves peer reviewed, Dan and Phil, and maybe check out Beardscape instead! Apparently they have better, more comprehensive razors for the same price.

If anyone even more demon than me has any corroborating evidence (maybe of them using straight razors at any point or anything else razor related that they've said in the past) please let me know so I can take it into consideration! Thank you all for your time.

[delusional-mishaps]

Epic x S/O headcanons (fluff and NSFW)

Fresh x S/O headcanons (fluff and NSFW)

Pleeeeeeeeease?

what is with u silly silly pea pole wanting nsfw sharty bae i dont do that here READ MFS!!/lh

Epic (am i gonna have 2 come up with names for these mfs too or smth):

he's soso silly and he's such a good partner look at how kind and silly and splorbo he is

i feel like he'd be the type to spoil his s/o idk why! but your house is probably filled with gifts and/or trinkets he bought you. most of it is the most bizarro stuff you've ever seen and when you ask him where he got them he just replies, "doesn't matter, i thought of you when i saw it" sweet but?? menacing.

the amount of inside jokes the two of you would have???? how do u guys remember them all pls

u guys have a secret handshake. he has one for everyone he's close with but yours is special because it involves a kiss teehee

he's a very friendly person so ur friends with all his friends and they all love you if they see him without you they'll ask where you are. he starts to think they like you better than him BAHHAJC

he'll whine like a little baby to you about it too. "bruuuuh you stole all my friends how could you do this i thought you loved me 🥺" he's only joking ofc he's rlly glad they like you so much

in case you haven't read the other post with him, i'm convinced he wouldn't use any pet names and he'd only ever call you "bruh" in the most affectionate, romantic way possible

you can carry this man around like a toddler and he'd thank u

"hey thanks bruh my feet were starting to hurt anyway" and he instantly passes out on ur shoulder and drools on you

sometimes, if you listen close enough, you can hear him singing and/or talking to himself in the shower <333

Fresh:

mf doesn't know what dating even includes he's clueless

he's just a naturally touchy-feely person,,, skeleton,, so he never correlated that that's,,, smth ppl who date do??

THAT BEING SAID he takes the dating pass to go above his normal physical invasiveness, he's constantly touching you (get ur mind out of the gutter.) and holding ur hand and snuggling you and giving you those weird skeleton kisses they all like to do,,!!!

he's at ur house all the time :) mostly cuz he doesn't,,,, actually,,,, have his own house,,,, but it's fine cuz you don't mind, right? :) yeah :)

ok tbh he's a bit over bearing and extremely clingy and possessive. he's like the stereotyped "don't even look at my s/o that way i'll kill you" man yunno

and he will kill them. he is not innocent 🌝

ok not a relationship headcanon but i feel like he'd use neo(n hehe) pronouns like neon/neons or smth idk but he would 100% use neos

tbh you two also probably have a secret handshake except fresh always tries to switch things up on you every time and you never actually know what to do so you just stand there with your hand out while he goes slapping and punching it and stuff

"babe what would you do if i had a parasite?" "idk why" "cuz i do 🥺"

mf doesn't even have a parasite he is the parasite. but it's easier on him if you just,,, think he has a parasite. maybe he'll tell you one day, maybe he'll go batshit and possess you who knows. fresh roulette 🤪

sometimes i think it's funny if he actually swears and had a sailor's mouth but i also think it's really funny if he comes up with really obscure replacements for swears like how my mom will say "fudgesicle" instead of "fuck" so as a compromise he has a potty mouth but never actually swears, it's all really weird alternatives. he also only ever does it around you because he otherwise has a reputation to uphold. he'll still censor you though 😋

he's never actually said the words "i love you" to you unprompted bcs he just!! doesn't think to say it????? actions speak louder than words and all that jazz. but if you tell him you love him, he'll say it back

[xiaoyunenigma]

Pretty Little Liars (Chase X Chief)

A/N: XD another special chapter for @knnw-a because I just can't help but fangirl like a fool for her small comic teehee XD

Because my god its soo cute!!

I also added an extra scene where Chief blushed with Carin

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I think we all know how this would go by now XDXD

This. Is. HIGHLY. Suggestive. (Chase is very dominant in this, eheks!)

___

Lying.

That is what Chief Charlie Burns is good at.

Superb, as a matter of fact. It came to a point where he had risked his own life due to his... deception.

To say Chase was disappointed was an understatement. This distaste worsened when Chief flat out told Chase to not be bothered about his business with Carin, a female human that associated with them during the Lad Pioneer incident.

'This isn't going too well...' Chase growled, swinging a right hook on the wooden training equipment. 'Not only he's avoiding me, Chief is starting to get closer with that...femme.' his optics narrowed and he slammed a mean chop to the branch, nearly snapping it off.

"Oi! Be mindful of it! I'm using that too!" Heatwave yelled, snapping the police bot out of his brooding.

Chase sighed and wiped his tired face, still contemplating about confronting his partner about this.

"This has to stop." Chase muttered out loud and walked off, leaving his teammates in confusion.

"What has got to stop?" Blades asked, tilting his helm towards Chase. "Is it my singing? Or is it Heatwave's nagging? I mean, I understand that Heatwave is kinda bossy but-Ow!" Blades was promptly silenced with a knuckle to his helm by the firetruck.

"Hey! I was speaking the truth!" Blades cried out, pouting at his leader.

"You want another one?" Heatwave replied, holding his fist up again.

"No!" Blades denied, sticking his servos out. "You're mean..." he added softly.

"Yes. I am. Got a problem?" Heatwave rolled his optics, crossing his arms in front of him.

"Can't you be nicer?" Blades asked, rubbing his injured area.

"Sure. On one condition."

"Name it!" Blades said eagerly.

"You behave." Heatwave smirked and knocked the helicopter's forehelm before trotting away, leaving the yellow and white mech to sulk even more.

"Aww, come on!"

---

"Chief! I wish to speak to you at this instance!" Charlie demanded, using his holoform as he barged into the human area. On a normal occasion, Chase deemed that this humanoid avatar is an extra and seldom used it.

Today shall be an exception for the mech, and we all know WHY.

"Chase, what have we talked about coming into the human area?" Chief sighed. Taking a large gulp of coffee, the police officer set his cup down to face the ticked off Cybertronian in human disguise.

"Talk. NOW." Chase seethed, yellow eyes contrasting with Charlie's dark ones.

"About what?" the Chief replied with a clear annoyance in his tone.

"Why are you ignoring me? Why do you always lie to me? WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH CARIN!?" Chase snapped, slamming both hands down on the table.

"Where is this sudden anger coming from?" Charlie's eyes twitched as he stood up to level with his angered partner.

"Haven't I told you that it's-"

"You tell me it's none of my business, ONE MORE FRAGGING TIME, I will not hesitate to use force." Chase lowly growled, successfully making his charge flinched.

"Chase, I can explain-"

"Do it then." The mech cut him off, which was a first for the both of them. All these while, Chase has been so obedient and lenient with the man that Charlie failed to realise that his guardian has feelings too.

And BOY, he is NOT happy now.

"Why are you always lying? Does that mean you don't actually care for me, sir? Is this another 'White lie' or so in your human terms? EDUCATE ME THEN!" Chase seethed.

Seeing that the aging human wasn't replying, the impatient mech decided to take matters to his own servos and made a grab of the man.

"H-HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" Charlie yelped, hitting Chase's back as the mech slung him over his shoulder. Chief's attempt on getting loose had failed as he was brought into a room.

To be exact, HIS room.

Locking the bedroom door, Chase harshly dumped the man on the bed and pinned him down, not letting the policeman escape.

"You're. MINE." Chase lowly stated, sending shivers down Charlie's spine.

"It is MY business to know EVERYTHING about you. I am to be given the HIGHEST clearance of your secrets and to be kept NONE of your fibbings. ARE. WE. CLEAR?" Chase stated, his commanding aura surpassing Chief's usual strict demeanour.

"C-Chase-"

"I said ARE WE CLEAR?!"

"Y-Yes..."

"Yes what?"

Charlie stared up at the mech, unable to answer as he gaped in shock. "I-I-"

"You BELONG to me. Is that clear?" Chase hinted again, pressing closer onto the grey-haired man.

"Yes...Sir?" Chief hesitantly replied, which made it seemed like a question rather than a statement.

Sighing, Chase ran a hand through his holoformed hair and smirked at the terrified man.

"I see you are STILL in doubts of who is in charge of this situation. Let me give you a lesson then, Charlie."

[talentlesshuman]

Halloweenie version of my Sona! I’m Frankenstein's monster :) also ft. all my friends as halloween creatures as well!