#trying to be good and not feel annoying and shell my stuff a bit more

[dirtylilspawn]

hi, i recently discovered your account, and now i'm just in love with your fics, i really liked the headcanons about reader manhandling lads boys. Can you do a reverse version? like, if they wanted to take revenge.

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Summary: The lads boys manhandle you right back.

Fandom: Love & Deepspace

Parings: [Rafayel x Fem!Reader, Sylus x Fem!Reader, Caleb x Fem!Reader, Xavier x Fem!Reader, Zayne x Fem!Reader]

A/N: Hi!!! I'm so happy you like my fics especially the manhandling one, I had fun writing it. And it seems like a lot of people love it haha! Pls don't be afraid to ask anything else you want me to write next. Give me some more good inspiration yall, for me to work on lol. Manhandled pt. 1

Warnings: Fluff & humor, some suggestive stuff, cursing, jealousy, drunk reader

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RAFAYEL

You and Rafayel frequently visit the beach whenever you can.

A was special place for the both of you.

It was summer break, a good excuse to once again visit the ocean together. Staying away from the heat, enjoying each other's company, eating great food, and walking along the sandy beach. That was your typical outing with Rafayel. And if you were feeling more adventurous, Rafayel would take you deep diving along the ocean floors. The two of you swimming along the currents, seeing the beauty of every coral reef or fish, and many other sea life.

Right now, your whole body was floating along the calm waters.

Your back and legs carried by the cool ocean, cradling you with ease. Your eyes were connected with the bright blue sky above you; a few small clouds pass by but otherwise it was a clear sky today. You smiled while letting out a chilled sigh.

You came over to Rafayel's place, wanting to use his private beach to relax and have fun. It has been a suffering hot for the last two weeks, and you needed a break. You didn't even ask him, the moment you showed up to his home, you were already in your two-piece swimsuit. A pretty white bikini with pink shell tracings along the edges, strings wrapping around your neck and upper torso, while the bottoms had string bows on the side of your waist. You also wore a pink see-through coverup with sandals. And to top it off, you held a basket filled with sandwiches, drinks, snack, desserts, that the two of you enjoyed.

This was a surprise of course, but a very openly welcomed surprise to Rafayel none-the-less. Seeing you in such a visually pleasing bikini was nothing but perfection in Rafayel's world, plus there was food, so really, he couldn't deny you. If he could, he'd tell you to dress like that all the time, 24/7. The only problem would be the onlookers gawking over your beauty, plus he knew you'd be against it anyways. A man can only dream.

Anyway, your thoughts soon came to a halt as you suddenly wondered to yourself, where the heck was your boyfriend? He was here with you during the early day, bathing in the sun, playing few games, swimming together. But as you look to both your sides seeing empty water, and Rafayel's beach cabana empty. You can't even hear him, and you were starting to get a bit anxious.

The last time you heard his voice before relaxing on top of the ocean, was that he'll be right back. That he was going to get something before returning to you. That was seven minutes ago

You didn't know what he was trying to do or get at, but it shouldn't take that long...right?

"Rafayel!?"

You called out as your body was still floating above the water. You hear nothing, no reply back. The only sounds were the wind blowing through some trees, and the swishing of the ocean underneath you.

"Where is he? He didn't ditch me...did he?"

You bite your lip, eyes staring up at the sky with a narrowed glare. Your throat emitting an annoyed groan as another minute passes on.

"He wouldn't...I bet he's scheming something...I can feel it..."

You quiet yourself to hear anything, anything at all. You didn't know why but you had a gut feeling that something was not up. You heart starts to pick up, making you feel on edge. Another minute of calm silence stresses you out as you shake your head.

"Okay that's it! I'm done waiting around, where the hell-AAH!!"

Before you could even get up and search for Rafayel, a strong hand starts to wrap around your legs, while the other hand made its way to your back. The mysterious person picked up from the water, holding you close. You're still screaming in horror at the sudden action, squirming in this person's arms, wondering how a stranger wandered into Rafayel's beach. But all those screams die down as you see your mischievous boyfriend with that annoying grin of his as he stared down at you. His whole-body drench with water, droplets from his hair landing onto your chest.

Rafayel then leans into your neck with rampant amounts of kisses. You sputter out nonsense as he continues to do this before leaning away to give you a sly wink.

"Hey princess, didn't miss me too much did ya~?"

"R-Rafayel! What! Why! You...jerk!"

Your terror went to confusion, which went to anger as you grabbed at his cheeks. Shaking his head with so much frustration causing the man to yelp himself getting away from your attack.

"Okay okay! I'm sorry, stop shaking me! You don't want me to drop you, do ya?"

You stop shaking him, but your pout still remains of your face as your arms were crossed against your chest.

"Where were you?"

"I wasn't that far away, just down below the reefs to find this."

Rafayel hand that was on your back reveals on your side a beautiful conch seashell. The outside a shiny iridescent silver refection, with the sun's rays, you could see the tiny rainbows reflected around the surface. On the inside material was a light violet color, its smooth base glittering, drops of water tracing the shell as if they were pearls. This was indeed beautiful shell, one that Rafayel motioned for you to take into your hands which you did. Your fingertips trace the patterns of the conch shell; it was the size of your palm.

"Isn't it beautiful, thought I find the most extravagant shell I can find, for the most extravagant woman here.

You didn't say anything, as you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, feeling a bit silly for worrying so much. Feeling embarrassed how the thought of him being underwater was a possibility. You look away from him, clutching the shell close to your chest.

"...it's pretty..."

Rafayel chuckles leaning in to give you a sweet kiss to your cheek. He starts to walk his way back to the shore.

"I'm sorry for scaring you princess, are you mad at me?"

You sigh, eyes returning to his as you smiled back at him.

"No, just next time bring me with you, I like it when we do things together."

Rafayel kisses your cheeks again, his nose brushing with yours.

"Fully noted. Though, I have to admit, hearing your screams was a lot funnier than I expected, cute even. I might want to hear it again~"

Rafayel stops, the ocean water only encompassing his whole waist. His arms start to get lose around your legs and back. He then teases by swaying you around in his arms, as if he has the nerve to throw you out of his embrace, and into the water harshly. You give him a glare, as you wrapped one arm around his neck securely.

"Don't even try fish boy."

Rafayel could only shiver at your threat, a playful yet nervous grin, as he continues to walk out of the ocean and onto the sandy shore.

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SYLUS

You got into a fight.

No, not a serious fight where tensions rise in one's relationship that causes problems, no. I mean a petty silly fight that started out as a small disagreement, only to result in the both of you - mostly you - giving each other the silent treatment. Honestly you forgotten what the argument as about. Maybe it was about work life, or maybe it was that you had a bad day, whatever it was it made you pretty stubborn to talk to him. Always avoiding him, giving him sarcastic huffs, turning your head upward like some snotty rich girl. Refusing to acknowledge his presence in a very playful yet still mad stubborn kind of way.

He knows this, and he finds it adorable.

How his kitten is refusing any sort of affection due to one silly argument. Playing hard to get as he tries lure you in with apologies and love, while all you do is turn your head the other way. Like a stranger pushing a bowl of milk to a stray cat as it hisses in retaliation. He found it absolutely cute, but the cuteness soon died down into a slight irritation.

"My you sure are a sight for the eyes girly~"

"Aw thank you."

Sylus scoffed watching the sleezy older man compliment you like some common whore for him to take. He could overhear the whole conversation between you and him through an earpiece the two of you shared. And the more that bastard talk to you, the more upset Sylus got.

You were undercover obviously, gathering personal intel from a powerful criminal the frequented this nightclub in the N109 zone. You told Sylus about it in a very brief manner, expecting to go alone on this but the Onychinus leader came along with you. Because he'll be damned if he didn't, and he was right. He knows that this little argument between you and him was just no more than playful banter between you both, there was no actual problem. He knows inside you had already forgiven him, even though you won't admit it. He liked that aspect of your stubbornness, but now he didn't, because now he has to watch another man talk to you while you laugh and smile at his words - not actually - and he can't even get two words in before you turn away.

It bothered him.

And it bothered him even more when he sees this old man start to get fresh. His dirty hands making their way to your exposed thigh. Making his way up your thigh, a goal to get underneath your short red dress. A dress he had bought for you one time, a dress that he can only undress and feel up underneath.

Yeah, he's had enough of this.

Time to put an end to your game.

You on the other hand were trying so hard not to punch the man in the face. Your face twitching in anger but still acting coy and sweet, swatting the old man 's hand playfully off, giggling, but deep down you were seething. You just wanted to go home with Sylus and end this night quickly. Just a little more info, then you can finally go.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when you can see your intimidating boyfriend waltz right up to the private corner where you and your suspect were sitting. He parted the crowd of dancers with ease, his face stone cold and serious, as his red eyes glowered at the scene in front of him. You cursed inside, as Sylus is now right in front of you. His big body looming over yours as you sat nervously.

"Time to go dove."

It was all he said, you were happy he's here. Happy that he came to get you. But at the same time the stubbornness from before rises, now upset at him for blowing your mission. You sat up hands pushing at his chest gently to make him go back, but the man does not bulge an inch.

"What are yo-"

"Hey, were busy here pal."

The elder man then suddenly gets up; he glares at Sylus while bringing you back close to him. His arm and hand wrapped around your waist, making you cringe not liking being this close to the guy. Before you could even say anything, or push this man away, you saw the familiar dark red and black mist of Sylus evol activating around the old man. He grunts in pain, his whole body capsulated by the powerful evol making his hand come off your waist. It crushed him a bit all before he was suddenly thrown back against the leather couch. He let's out a painful groan, as his body sags pathetically.

You watch this, only to gasp loudly yourself as you had found yourself being picked up by Sylus. Your whole body thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ass sticking out and your dress ridding up your thighs making you blush heavily.

"Sylus!"

"We're going now."

He simply says before making his way out of the club, parting the shocked crowded of people that witness the embarrassing scene. As if that wasn't enough, Sylus gave your ass a sharp spank to your cheek making you cry out with shock. Your butt wiggling at the stinging - but very pleasurable - slap to your ass. You whine as you cover your face from the lingering eyes, you did this until Sylus makes his way outside the club. His feet stop as he made it to his motorcycle where he had parked it.

"Sylus put me down!"

"I don't think so kitten you're in time out."

"Time out!?"

"Well, until you apologize and say that you won't ignore me. Otherwise, you'll be staying up here for a while~"

Is your boyfriend seriously putting you in air jail until you apologize for ignoring him. You sigh, rubbing your hand on your forehead, cheeks puff out as you try to wiggle out of this. But it was no use, as he held a firm grip on you. His hand running up and down your smooth back thigh, teasing yet comforting. Honestly it felt so much better having his hand on your thigh than that old man's hand. So much better.

"Mmm...sorry..."

"What was that kitten I couldn't hear you."

You can just hear the smirk on his face stretching. It made grumble more, arms crossed as you looked at the ground in defeat.

"I sorry, I won't ignore you anymore...now can you put me down! I'm starting to get dizzy here."

"Seems you have forgotten the magic words that go to that sentence."

You let out a long groan, your body slumping his his hold. You can hear his signature laugh which made you want to just hide away and curl up into a little ball. With man was going to be the death of you with his endless teasing.

"Please put me down."

Sylus lets out a hum of approval before setting you back down on the cement ground. You stumble a bit on your heels before looking up at him flustered. He grins down at you, eyes racking every part of your body making you feel so small. He raises a hand to caress your cheek affectionately. Sylus then leans down to give your lips a brief but passionate kiss on your glossed lips. You close your eyes leaning in gor more. All those times ignoring his advances made you realize just how touched starved you are with this man.

He pulls away, which made you whine - he definitely heard - moving to near towards your ear. Making you shiver feeling his breath against your skin lightly.

"Good girl, now let's get back home so we can make up properly. You kept avoiding me for so long, it's about time I take my well-deserved fill~"

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CALEB

"Hmm...where are you pipsqueak?!"

A goofy smile made it to your face as you hide behind a tree from Caleb. Your back against the wide tree, looking over to see Caleb walking along the glassy fields slowly with a grin stretching his lips. Heart pounding in your chest at the prospect of getting caught by him. You try as much to stifle your own laugher or breaths as he inches closer to where you were.

It was a very bright warm day today, Caleb suggested going out and taking a nice walk around the park meadows nearby. You agreed to this and spent your whole day with Caleb as you walked around the park. Passing by kids who run along the sidewalk or hanged around the jungle gym. Food venders who you defiantly stop by, grabbing something to eat with their delicious food. And couples ranging from your age to elderly ones that sat on benches complimenting you and Caleb and your youth.

It was a very peaceful day.

Once you guys made it to the widespread meadow, you couldn't help but feel a bit playful with him. Before he could even say anything, you start to run away from him, taunting about how he couldn't catch you. Making Caleb grin with amusement and run right after you. The both of you laughing and giggling like little kids. It felt so cliche yet wholesome at the same time running after each other in a field of flowers. It was moments like these that Caleb treasures the most, just having so much fun with you, seeing the look of happiness on your face.

"[Y/N]! You can't hide forever."

You hear Caleb call out, but you didn't respond, as you were still hiding behind the tree you picked out. You slid down the tree into a kneeling crouch, staying as quiet as you could so he couldn't hear. You can hear the faint steps of shoes crunching on the grassy ground come closer and closer. Your heart pounding heavily inside your chest, until suddenly you couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.

You wait a few moments and still you couldn't hear Caleb, nor did he call out again. It was silent, too silent.

You got up from crouching and turn yourself around to look around the tree, seeing no trace of where Caleb was. This caused your heart to skip in fear. You curse inside your head before backing away, knowing Caleb probably would jump out and likely find where you are. You had to get out of there quickly.

And so you do back away.

Right into Calebs chest.

His lips right next your ear, with and evil smirk stretching across his lips.

"Gotcha~"

"Aah!"

Before you know it, his hands grappled your waist, immediately going into a full-on tickle fight. His fingers digging into your sides, tickling you with no mercy whatsoever. You laugh, tears pricking your eyes as you try to move away from his assault. But no, this boy had an iron hold on you.

"Caleb! Haha...w-wait nooo~!"

"After running from me, this is your punishment pipsqueak~"

You whine and moan trying to find a way to get out of this situation. It wasn't until you both found yourself on the ground where you had found an opportunity. His body towered over yours as he stops tickling you for a moment, watching as you trying to catch your breath. The moment you do was the moment you striked, as your hands were placed upon his shoulders. Pushing him over onto the grass with you straddling his waist.

"Ha! Take that!"

Caleb laughs grinning with playful mischief.

"The games not over yet babe!"

His hands are on your waist again as he then tackles you back down, rolling you onto the grass while he was right above you again. Your shock face turns into determination, taking that as a challenge. You roll over him again to pin him down, and he does the same. The both of you laughing about as the two of your rolled along the meadow, trying to pin one another.

It wasn't until Calbe gets dizzy that he stops this. Forcefully manhandling you down with much ease. His hands now pinning your wrists above your head. He pants heavily, looking down at you with his own victorious smile; his looming presence shadows your own body. You try to wiggle away with no avail, Caleb having too much of a hold on you. No match for his ridiculous amount of strength.

"Give up?"

You grunt before letting out a long sigh, head dropping on ground hair messy as well as your clothes. It was a simple pair of jean shorts and [F/C] shirt. He was messy as well, you can see a few grass strands cling to his body, shirt, and pants. A few specks of dirt here and there. His hair was messy, his dog tag necklace dangling above you. You can feel your cheeks heat up, defeated and embarrassed.

You grumble to yourself, looking away from his lingering gaze which made him chuckle. Thinking just how cute you were pinned beneath him, it made his heart flutter.

"Fine, I give up.

Caleb hums, "Good."

He leans down to kiss your lips making your eyes widen but lean into the kiss anyway. He pulls away only to cover your entire face with kisses, causing you to giggle from his cute actions. He continues to do this, even going down to your neck which made you chuckle even more.

Caleb then sighs blissfully in between you neck and shoulder.

He stops and let's go of your wrists, only for him to put his full body weight on top of you. His head laying on your chest nuzzling you, his eyes closed as he basks in this moment the two of you shared.

"Agh, Caleb your heavy...get off~"

"Hmm...nah, let's stay like this for a little while more..."

He says this holding you close like you were so teddy bear. You sigh as you look up at the clear blue sky, feeling the cool wind on your face making you feel a bit drowsy yourself. Your hands wrapped around his head, hands threading through his dark brown locks. Nails scratching his scalp making him groan, burring his head more into your chest.

Everything felt so peaceful and calm in that very moment.

That is until something shifts and prods against your mid-thigh.

"Uh...Caleb?"

"Sorry squeaks, you can't really blame me here."

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XAVIER

He got a call from Tara.

Saying something about helping her with you in the mix of things, it sounded urgent. So of course, Xavier immediately got up to go over to where you were. You told Xavier that you were going out with Tara and Simone for a girl's night out. Just a simple date with the crew, drinking and some karaoke. He smiles to this, saying to be careful and have fun, giving you a kiss as he watched you head out.

And now he watches as you were singing your heart out to some random song, standing on top of a table, microphone in hand, as you slur the lyrics to the song badly. He watched this drunk you in action with amusement but worry. Tara was also there watching the hilarious scene, but she was sat next to Simone who was also heavily drunk, cheering you on with slurred "Whoos", her eyes barely open. Tara was holding her up as she was slumped against the couch, trying to get her to drink water.

"It's been like this for an hour; can you take care of [Y/N]. I have to get Simone back to her place; it's a bit far."

Xavier nods his head, "Yeah, I'll take care of her. You go on ahead."

Tara nods and she gets up bring Simone on her feet. She wobbles and whines about how she wants to stay more, but Tara declines that. She had already called a taxi to come pick them up. Both exit the room, leaving just you and Xavier. You didn't even know Xavier was in the room, to focused on the song at hand.

That was until Xavier grabbed the remote and paused the karaoke game on the tv, the room now silent, making you groan and turn to him. There was a pout on your face, but it soon turned to a goofy smile as you saw your boyfriend was here.

"Xaaavier, your here!"

You lifted up your arms joyfully making Xavier chuckle.

"[Y/N] what are you doing?"

You laugh.

"I'm singing obviously, duuh, c-come on up...and sing with meee~"

You start to dance on top of the table, making it wobble. And Xavier catches this, worried about your well-being.

"I think you done enough singing for today angel, how about we go home."

You turn to him with a sad pout.

"What? Nooo...the night is young just one more song pleeeease~"

"You're drunk [Y/N], you have to come home."

Your head shakes, as you crossed your arms like a child.

"How dare you good sir, I'm not drunk...can a drunk person dance like this!"

You then dance terribly on top of the table, limbs moving carelessly in the air, your skirt flowing with every movement of your hips. Xavier sees this and shakes his head with a laugh exiting his lips. He found this adorable; you completely wasted dancing like nobody watching. It almost made him wish he had his phone to record this silly moment of you.

But his amusement turned into worry as he saw the table wobbling again, this time more frequently.

"[Y/N], how about we get down-"

"No way party pooper, I'm not fini-"

The table buckled violently underneath you, causing you to stumble and fall. The microphone in your hand falling out and onto the floor with a loud thud. You gasp, heart pounding in your chest as you felt the scary sensation of falling. But Xavier being the quick person he is caught you just in time. His arms wrapped around your waist securely, as you had wrapped your arms around his neck. Xavier made your legs wrap around his waist, his hands holding your thighs so you wouldn't go anywhere. Your body was shaking from the frightening fall, sobering you up just a bit.

"Uhm...you know what...your right...I should probably get home...yeah."

You said as you try to calm your frantic heart, clinging onto Xavier like a life preserver. You can hear him chuckle at your words in your ear, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. He doesn't say anything but walk over to grab an un-open bottled water for you and your purse. His one hand still carrying you with no struggle. You can feel your heats heat up in embarrassment, as you and Xavier walked out of the karaoke room. A few passersby's watching confused at the situation.

You moan, hiding your face in his neck, you can feel the chill air of the night as Xavier walks out the building.

"Here, drink."

Xavier orders you to drink the water, presenting it to you. You grab the bottle, unscrewing the cap before taking a nice swig of water down your throat. One hand was wrapped around his neck while the other clutched the bottle, groaning at the cool refreshing water. Xavier continued to walk down the sidewalk, his hands clutching underneath your thighs that still was wrapped around his waist. You stop drinking the water when done, the liquid reaching the bottom of the bottle, as it was almost finished. You let out a long sigh, resting your head on Xavier's shoulder.

"Feeling a bit better?"

"Mhm..."

You mumbled with a yawn. There was silence between you two as Xavier continued to walk with you still in his arms. You can still feel the embarrassment still lingering in your cheeks. Your boyfriend seeing your dance ridiculously while also carrying you like a child. You can see a few more people walk along the sidewalk seeing this embarrassing situation you've gotten yourself in. You wiggle in Xavier's tight grasp he has on you. His manhandling on you getting to your head, but he doesn't care as he holds on to you tightly not wanting to let you go.

"Y-You know you can set me down now, I can walk."

Xavier smiles shaking his head. He leans into your neck giving you sweet butterfly kisses all before he nips at your neck with his teeth. Causing you to gasp and whine more, face hotter than before.

"No, I think I'll hold you till we get back. Who knows what will happen if I let you go. You might just climb up one of these lamp posts and start dancing~"

"Xaaavier.."

Yeah, you had a feeling he'd hold this over you for a while.

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ZAYNE

"Are you going to wear those?"

That's the question Zayne asked you firsthand. Seeing you place on a pair of nice heels on. Heels that were a little higher than the normal pair of heels you would usually wear to a formal event. The two of you were going out to a fancy gathering with some of Zayne's collogues. There was a plus one, and Zayne asked if you had wanted to accompany him to which you had said yes. Knowing that he finds you company to these certain event barrable then if he had gone alone.

You looked up at him with a coy smile stretched across your lips. You hand leaving your feet as you just finished placing the second heel on your right foot. You stand up giving him a good spin around, showcasing your beautiful outfit to him. A long silver dress, your hair up in a tight bun, earrings, a necklace, and those high heels.

"What? The heels? You don't like them?"

Zayne doesn't say anything, only starting down at the shiny silver heels you wore. He adjusts his tie on his tux, as his body was facing a bedroom mirror.

"They're a bit higher than what you normally wear my love."

You get what he was saying to you, that these heels were too much. How he was worried you'd be too uncomfortable all throughout the evening wearing them. Getting yourself hurt making it unbearable to walk. But you were too confident and stubborn, thinking nothing of it when putting on these heels. You looked too good in your outfit, and these heels topped it off, you figured you could handle them.

"Yeah, but I can handle them perfectly see."

You walked like a model on a runway, showing him how you were comfortable with these heels on your feet. You then turn to him with a playful smirk, a hand on your hips.

"See, easy no need to worry I'm fine."

Zayne cocks a brow up as he looks at you for a moment, as if scanning your expressions. He then sighs rolling his eyes back over to the mirror he was facing, checking out his appearance for the final time.

"Alright then, don't come complaining to me when your feet are in agony."

You puff your cheeks at him, sticking your tongue out playfully.

"Oh please! I'm stronger than I look, I bet I can even last the whole night!"

Zayne lets out a small huff of a laugh, while shaking his head, a small but all-knowing grin curling the corner of his lips.

"I know you're strong honey, c'mon it's about time we head out."

And that's where are story leads us, to you sitting on an expensive couch in a private room with Zayne. Your legs and feet propped up on Zayne's lap as his rough hands massaged the soles of your feet. His suit jacket was off, as the sleeves of his black dress blazer was rolled up to his elbows showing his scars. You were dramatically laying back against the couch's armrest, letting out pitiful groans and whines. Your head was tilt back to the decorative ceiling; the feeling of Zayne's hands massage you making you sigh with relief.

Thirty minutes.

Once you reached the thirty-minute mark of wearing those heels, began the intense pain that came after it. You tried your best to stifle the pain away, tried to grin your best smile while taking to many of Zanye's collogues. But the searing pain of those damn heels digging into your skin, making your feet sore with every second. The constant ache with every step you took. Hell, you even stumbled a bit which made people question if you're okay which was embarrassing. It wasn't until you actually stumble and fall into you boyfriend's arms that you knew you were done.

Here was your boyfriend, guiding you to a private room away from the massive party of onlookers. Guiding you gently to the couch so you can sit. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to say anything because you already know what's going through his mind.

"I guessing this is the part where you say I told you so."

Zayne chuckles at your pouty tone. Even with your disgruntled appearance he still finds you absolutely gorgeous. One of his hands ran up and down your legs, your dress ridding up a bit, as his hands made contact with your thigh causing you to shiver. He gives you thigh a good squeeze before lifting your right foot up, making you quirk an eyebrow at him. But it soon went away when his lips pressed a chaste kiss against your ankle. Giving you a good number of kisses till he reached about twelve.

"I wouldn't stoop to such lows my beloved."

He speaks sending a painfully blissful pressure point to your bottom foot causing you to whimper. God, when it came to massages, he was so great at them, always manhandling your body, subduing you into a messy puddle.

"But I will say next time please don't compromise your own health just because of some fashionable clothes, okay?"

You look up at him, seeing his gentle expression towards you. Your heart flickers, giving him small smile back.

"Okay...sorry for cutting the party short."

"No apologies needed, I wasn't really focused on it anyway...now-"

Zayne had placed your legs and feet aside before standing up from the couch. He then gets his suit jacket and places it along your shoulders. He gets your heels in one hand, before wrapping his left arm around you to pick you up. You gasp in shock, wrapping your arms around your neck as he picks you up, one hand with ease. He gives you a smirk, making your cheeks flush and stomach twist.

"-Let's get you back home so I can take care of you."

"B-But wait! What about the others? Seeing me like this in your arms?"

Zayne only walks back to the door that led you to the private room, his right hand the held your heels operating to twist the door handle.

"I'll just say I'm tending to my dear patient who's in need of my assistance~"

And that's exactly what he said, though a big portion of embarrassment still resided inside you as you were carried away. All because a pair of some stupid heels.

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Hi! For the valentine's matchup, Sugar! For Genshin Impact fandom. ♡ I'm a straight woman, introverted, a bit shy, I get nervous easily, I can come out as a bit intimidating at first but I'm very kind and respectful. I'm reserved, quiet, but with friends very funny, mischievous (in a good way ofc, i love to tease lol but I get easily annoyed if someone does that to me) and clumsy, I'm a bit distant (trust issues but with a bit of time I warm up) and kind of a loner lol but I try to make friends and I'm independent. Tho I'm very fearful and I got some insecurities I'm determined and I'm working to overcome all of that and always improve, I'm stubborn, very emotional but I know how to balance thinking with my feelings and/or rationality and lastly I'm mature and I drive myself with my self-implied mindset, I know very well want I want and what I don't. My likings, well I love drawing, dancing, listening to music, arts^^ and I love psychology, still learning but it's so useful. I love cute stuff, plushies, sanrio... yk. But then I love dressing black, I love all these dark stuff and accessories too, I got duality in a lot of things 😭 But the dark stuff are a lot more my vibe i think. My dislikes, I think I hate noisy/overly energetic people, my energy drains so quickly with them, they absorb me LMAO, I hate cold, I hate uuh, adrenaline? And people, of course, in general, society yk😭😭. Thank you so much. I hope is not a lot🎀🎀🎀 –anon

˚ ༘♡⋆｡˚𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆!❀

♡ Wriothesley actually really likes the different dichotomies of your character; you seem intimidating but are kind, dress in dark colours but love cute things. He finds it both fascinating and adorable in its own way - you're almost like a grumpy-looking black cat that's actually the sweetest creature ever.

♡ He's alright with the fact you're introverted while he's an extrovert. Within the boundaries of your comfort zone, he enjoys pulling you out of your shell and taking you to social events. But he doesn't go to the surface all that much so, soon enough, he'll have you familiar with Meropide's residents to show you they'll always be respectful to you!

♡ Wriothesley wants to do his best to help you overcome your insecurities and help you realise that he really, really likes you and so he wants you to be yourself around him.

ᯓ♡ 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆?𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔

♡ Being one of the most well-versed people in cutesy-ness he knows, Wriothesley gets Sigewinne to help him pick out some presents for you - so prepare for a whole sanrio haul to bring home! Plushies, skincare, charms, knick-knacks, you name it. They're all packaged in pretty bags of valentine-themed colours, tissue paper on top to hide the contents, even covered in stickers!

♡ He actually leaves Meropide to take a trip to the surface for your date. Everything's been set up on a private little island in the water where the two of you can sit and enjoy each other's company. There's a blanket laid out with cushions and afternoon tea.

♡ Knowing how much you love drawing, Wriothesley decides to get on trend and have the two of you paint on a canvas each and switch them back and forth in rotation so that you have to build on each other's ideas and can each end up with a little work of art you made together.

𝒑.𝒔. it's not a lot at all! I actually prefer longer entries because it gives me more to work with and actually makes it easier to write everything lol. Also this is technically the first piece I've written for Wrio! ♡   : · missed the event? Try ships instead! ☾ ⋆ ﾟlike my work? why not: ∘ buy me a coffee? ∘ comms. ∘ taglist ∘ follow/reblog

[burritello3000]

Okay, this is a crossover based off of @somerandomdudelmao’s Marble Sky and CAS series. While I was reading this post I was like “they should have a crossover” and this came to me like a month later while I was sleeping. If Ecliptica seems off it’s because I wanted to write some protective Uncle Tello and Casey Junior scenes. … IT WAS FUN OKAY. This takes place around the latest Marble Sky update (as of 6-18-2024).

Oscar had been talking to Ecliptica, just having a little chat, like what they used to do. Oscar had to slip away from Ward and Holly to do this. He was trying to get information without being too suspicious, while trying not to give away information. You know, classic spy stuff. Alcor was with them too, snoozing away in Oscar’s lap.

“So~” Oscar said, stroking the fur on Alcor’s head. “I was thinking—”

“My Moon?” a voice interrupted him. It was another Marmor. He looked nervous, his tail flicking. 

Ecliptica tilted her head towards him, an annoyed look on her face. “Yes, yes, what is it?”

The other Marmor gulped. “There’s a bit of a… situation in Lab B. We were testing the multi-dimensional portal machine the scientists have been working on.” He was fiddling with his tail now. “There was a purple flash, and an unknown alien species appeared out of nowhere.” He glanced in Oscar’s direction. “There is a human with it. The unknown alien is particularly aggressive and protective of the human. We are trying to detain it, but we need your help, my Moon.”

Ecliptica stood up, staring at the wall for a few moments. She was probably using her echolocation thing. An explosion suddenly rang out, causing Alcor to scramble out of Oscar’s lap in surprise. She straightened. “Let’s go.”

“Another human?” Oscar butted in, running up to her side. “Can I come? Maybe I can help calm them down.” He needed to see if this new person could be an ally, and maybe stop the Marmors from eating them if Ecliptica decided to.

She glanced at him, a small smile on her face. “Okay. I’ll protect you.” She started walking towards the direction of the explosion. Oscar followed her and the other Marmor, hiding a grin of his own. I’m not that one that needs protection, Ecliptica… I’ll stop you soon enough.

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First of all, this was not Donnie’s fault. Sure, maybe the time portal needed a few adjustments, but it wasn’t capable of something of this scale! He had programmed it to travel through time powered by Hamato ninpo. Not to travel to a weird alien (why did it have to be aliens) spaceship floating in the middle of fucking SPACE! And he hadn’t been expecting to accidentally take Casey Junior, of all people, with him. 

He did a supply check. He was wearing his goggles, but not his battle shell. He quickly made one with his ninpo and put it on. Battle shell over a t-shirt was not a good idea, but he’d have to push through the discomfort for now. After surveying the room, and taking note of the ten aliens in the room with him (six looked like nerds while four actually looked dangerous, but more would likely be on the way soon), he put an arm in front of Casey, blocking him and moving in front of him protectively. “Stay back, Casey.”

“Uncle Tello?” Casey whispered, grabbing his arm. “Where are we?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” he murmured. “But stay next to me; they might be hostile.” Casey’s grip tightened.

Donnie cleared his throat, spreading his hands and holding them up. “Good evening, gentlemen, and ladies, it seems there was a miscalculation in my time portal. We come in peace.”

The aliens finally reacted. The four that looked dangerous held up their shields and drew their swords. Well, to be honest, the swords looked more like glow-in-the-dark cattle prods. Five others started panicking, while the one closer to him was examining him curiously. Donnie didn’t like that feeling. A smile spread across the alien’s face as he noticed Casey. Oh, Donnie definitely did not like that. He let out a threatening hiss as the curious alien came closer, still eyeing his nephew. Well, the ‘eyes’ didn’t exactly look like eyes. Instead, they looked like black holes on their faces. He put that away for later. For the sake of simplicity, he would keep calling them eyes for now.

The alien scrambled back, ducking behind one of the armed guards and darting out the door. Greeeeaaaat. “Sorry about that,” Donnie said, trying to salvage the situation. “I like my personal space. Do you speak English?”

One of the guards stepped forward. “Yes, creature.” He motioned to the other guards, who moved forward with him. “Surrender, or we will alert our Moon.” He licked his lips. “And we might not eat you.” 

Donnie stiffened. “Yeah, not a big fan of the getting eaten part. So, ah, no. Not surrendering. But I’m sure we could work out a deal?” He wasn’t as adept at smooth talking as Leo, but no one could outsmart him. 

“… No,” the alien purred. “Surrender, now.” 

A smile tugged at Donnie’s lips. “Ah, okay. We’re doing it the hard way it seems.” He imagined blueprints in his head, feeling metal build upon metal and gears click into place. He summoned a barrage of mystical guns and missile launchers. The shock on the head alien’s face was very satisfying. “Now, stay back, and let me talk to whoever is in charge here. Your ‘Moon’ I’m guessing?”

The alien snarled, taking a few more steps forward, jabbing his cattle prod. This one is brave, or just very stupid. Probably the latter. “We will not surrender in our own ship. Besides, you won’t scare us with your fake light show.” 

“You aliens always ask for it,” Donnie snarled, thinking of the stupid air of superiority the Krang carried. Well, who’s on top now you pink bastards! I won’t allow my family to be pushed around by aliens ever again. He unleashed one of the triggers, causing an explosion (by the entrance wall of course, he did not desire to get sucked into space, thank you very much). “Was that fake?” 

In the silence that followed, someone pulled a lever, chasing the room to turn blue as an alarm blared. He glanced down, making sure that Casey was still next to him. He was, looking out at the aliens with wide eyes.

The foolish alien bared his teeth at Donnie. “Our Moon will be here soon.” The softshell didn't miss the nervous tremble in his voice.

He shrugged. “Whatever, then maybe I’ll be able to have a conversation with someone civilized.” Casey snickered.

A few more moments of tense silence stretched out. That was, until, another alien ducked under the broken entrance and entered the room. The scientist that had run out of the room followed her. Donnie’s eyes widened as a human followed the aliens. 

He then switched his attention to the first alien that had entered. She was tall, taller than Donnie and all the other aliens in the room. This made him feel a bit anxious, because Raph and the Krang were usually the only ones that were bigger than him. “Hello,” the alien rumbled. “My name is Ecliptica, and you are on my ship. Don’t worry, we won’t eat you. For now…” That sent a shiver down his spine. He noticed the other human staring at Casey. He pulled his nephew closer. 

“Like I was explaining to your colleagues,” Donnie started. The other human’s eyes lit up with surprise. “I was building a time machine, and there was a mishap. I didn’t expect this to happen.” He glanced at the other human, who was still staring at him. “What kid, never seen a mutant before? I’m assuming you are also from planet Earth? Unless it’s called something else in this fucking dimension.” 

Ecliptica drew up to her full height. “Now, no need to be feisty.” She glanced at the human beside her. “Give us your human pet, and we might spare your life.” He felt Casey press harder against him.

“Don’t fucking touch him,” Donnie snarled, his markings lighting up as he added more firepower to his display. “And he’s not my pet.” 

The other human stepped forward, opening his mouth like he was about to say something, but was stopped by Ecliptica. She put a hand on his shoulder and knelt down, whispering something in his ear. She stood up, looking at him. “Not your pet? Then what is he? One of your slaves?” 

Anger boiled in his chest. “No! And it’s none of your business.” If he told him that Casey was his nephew, they would just use him as leverage. 

“Fine,” Ecliptica replied, holding up a clawed hand. “Then die.” 

“Wait!” Donnie’s stomach tightened as Casey ducked out of his grip and approached Ecliptica. “Don’t. I’ll come with you.” 

“Casey Junior!” Donnie yelped, his heart pounding. He hadn’t gone through literal hell and back just to lose Casey now. “Get back here right now, young man. Leo would kill me if anything happened to you.” He stared into Casey’s eyes. “I’m not losing you to aliens again.” It was probably not the best idea to expose his emotional trauma to everyone. 

Casey’s eyes shimmered. “Don’t worry, Uncle Tello. I can take care of myself.” 

Before Donnie could make another move, the other human came forward. “Woah, everybody chill.” He put a hand on Casey’s shoulder, prompting a low hiss from Donnie. Ecliptica snarled back. “My name is Oscar, resident human assistant/ambassador, I guess.” He turned to Ecliptica. “Anyways, let’s maybe not eat them for now? They could be useful.” Oscar smiled at Donnie. “This one’s probably super smart, based on the flashy display and oversized forehead. Also, look at that gear. Total brainiac. Besides, you let me, Ward, and Holly hang around, what’s two more?”

Donnie narrowed his eyes. “Scoff. Even if your flattery is weirdly accurate and truthful, nothing will be discussed until you give me back Casey.” 

“Silly, alien,” Ecliptica tsked. “I will decide that. But… yes. You will stay with us for the time being. Until we decide what to do with you. Now, put away your weapons.” She leaned forward. “Though, I am curious on how it works.” 

He crossed his arms. “First, Casey Junior. And our confirmed safety.” 

He didn’t miss the twitch on Ecliptica’s face. It probably wasn’t the best idea to be acting and talking like this to their leader, but being subtle wasn’t one of his strong suits. “Yes, little alien, you can have your human back. And we won’t harm you.” There was a silent ‘for now’ following her words. If there was anything Donnie had learned, it was that aliens could not be trusted. 

“Please stop calling me ‘little alien,’” Donnie said, his weapons disintegrating. “My name is Donatello. Donatello Hamato.” He walked towards Casey, keeping an eye on Ecliptica. “Thank you. Where can we stay?” 

“You bros can bunk with me!” Oscar offered. “If that’s okay.” 

“Yes,” Ecliptica answered, her tail flicking. “But, if you do anything Donatello, we will know.” She gave him a smile full of sharp teeth. “And it won’t end well for you.” 

He waved his hand. “Yeah, yeah, we get it. You’re menacing.” He turned to Oscar before he could see Ecliptica’s expression. “Now, show us the way!” 

Donnie kept a firm grip on Casey’s shoulder as Oscar led them down the hall. 

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“Oke doke,” Oscar said as they stopped in front of a door. “Soooo, I have two roommates, but don’t worry! We have extra beds and they won’t try to eat you. Well, physically at least. Ward might try to eat you emotionally~ He’s such a downer.” 

Donnie raised an eyebrow. “Uh, okay. By the way, are you spying on us for the rest of the aliens?” 

Oscar leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “No. In fact, I’m far from it. I’ll explain more when we get in the room.” Donnie nodded in return. 

Casey shuffled his feet. “Is Ward a human too?” 

“Yep!” Oscar replied. “Ward is human, but Holly’s an alien.” A scowl immediately hit Donnie’s face. Oscar glanced at him. “Don’t worry, Holly’s super nice and peaceful. He’s only here because the Marmors destroyed his planet.” 

“Marmors?” Donnie asked. “Are they what Ecliptica and the rest of those aliens are called?” 

Oscar nodded. “Interesting,” Donnie murmured. “Anyways, I would like to get out of eyesight of the Marmors. If those are eyes on their faces.” 

“Well, those aren’t eyes,” Oscar said. “They’re more like holes in their faces. They use it for echolocation or something like that. Also, Holly explained it to me, but they have this hive mind thing where they all see what each other see.” He shrugged. “So they can’t hear us, but they can see what we’re doing.”

“Shit,” Donnie cursed. “Well, that’s great, he said sarcastically.” He hated hive minds. Too creepy and close to the Krang. 

Oscar chuckled. “I like you! Anyways, let me go and explain the situation.” He tapped the panel on the side and the door slid open. He practically burst into the room. “WARD, HOLLY, WE HAVE NEW ROOMMATES!!!”

There was a thunk and a yell of pain. A middle aged looking guy appeared, a grumpy frown on his face. “Seriously, Oscar? You made me fall off the bunk bed.” 

“That sounds like a you problem,” Oscar said, flipping his tied up hair. “Besiiides, we have new roommates! And guess what? They’re both from earth from a different dimension!” He stepped aside and gestured to them. “Come inside. We don’t bite~”

Donnie rolled his eyes, slightly ducking through the doorway and entering the room, glancing back at Casey as he followed him.

The guy’s eyes widened. “Oscar, I thought you said they were from earth? This one looks like an alien.” 

“I'm not a fucking alien,” Donnie explained again through gritted teeth. “I am a mutant turtle. There’s a big difference.” 

“Ward?” someone called. Another guy entered the room, except this one was wearing some kind of armor, had purple hair, and had an eyepatch. It painfully reminded Donnie of Raph. “Did you hear that explosion…” His voice trailed off as he noticed Donnie and Casey. His eyes brightened. “Hello! My name’s Holly. Can I touch you?” 

“Hi, Holly. No.”

The alien smiled gently. “Please. I promise I won’t hurt you.” 

“Sigh,” Donnie said, holding out his arm. “Go ahead.” 

“Did you tell him?” Donnie heard Ward mutter. 

“No, why?” Oscar responded.

Casey turned to them, his voice angry. “Tell him what?”

“Cas—” Donnie started to say, but was cut off by a flash of soft, purple light. The softshell turned around, his breath catching in his throat. 

In Holly’s place… was another mutant turtle. He was wearing the same clothes as Holly, including the eye patch. He was as tall as Donnie, but without the goggles. There was a lavender colored stripe running from his lower lip, along his throat, and disappearing into the color of his shirt. Looks like a Blanding’s turtle, his tired brain supplied. 

“Great,” Donnie grumbled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “He can shapeshift. Awesome.” 

Holly inspected his new form, eyes wide with curiosity. “This is cool. I feel strong.” 

“Yeah, that’ll be the super soldier genetics,” Donnie said. 

“Super soldier?” Ward’s voice was shrill with disbelief. 

Donnie closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his beak. “Is now really the time for my origin story? Of course it is. Me and my brothers were mutated by a warring warrior scientist to destroy humanity. Don’t worry, our dad got to us before that could happen,” he added, imagining the looks on Ward and Oscar’s faces. He clapped his hands. “Anyways, my name is Donatello. But call me Donnie. I’ve had enough of being called Master Donatello in the last twenty something years to last me a lifetime.” 

“Hi,” Casey said, holding out his hand. “My name is Casey Jones Junior. You can call me Casey or CJ.” 

Instead of grabbing his hand and shaking it, Holly excitedly shook his hand around. “Shaking hands is fun!” There was a flash and he turned back into his human form. 

“So, how does the shapeshifting work?” Casey asked, staring up at Holly’s face.

Holly smiled. “Well you see. I have to be touching the creature and—”

Donnie started tuning out the conversation, but paying attention. He was also curious, but he wanted to talk to Ward and Oscar.

Oscar was way too much like Leo for Donnie’s liking, the last thing he needed was a dumb-dumb that always smooth-talks his way into trouble. It was also making him slightly homesick but that doesn’t matter right now! What matters is finding a way off this spaceship and back to his own dimension. 

Ward seemed… eternally tired. He might even have a bigger Raph chasm than, well, Raph! Now that was alarming. The softshell also didn’t miss how jumpy he seemed. Donnie flashed him a smile. “Sooo, first time?” 

Ward gave him a wary glance. “W-what?”

“Y’know. First time dealing with murderous aliens?” 

“Um,” Ward said, a confused look in his eyes. “No! Why? Have you done this more than once?!”

“Eh,” Donnie replied, waving his hand vaguely. “Not exactly. In my dimension, the Krang took over the world and basically killed everyone. Casey went back in time and, with my help, brought us all back to life.” Ward looked confused and alarmed now. 

“So~” Oscar said, shoving Ward away in the face. “Is Casey your nephew? You said you had brothers. Is he Leo’s son?” 

“Yes, but it’s more of an adopted family situation,” Donnie explained. “His mother was one of our best friends. So when she died, we decided to take care of him.” He could hear the nostalgia in his words. Damn, he sounded old. “Leo’s always been more of a father figure, while the rest of us have been more of cool uncles. I have three brothers, and one sister. Leonardo is my twin. Raphael is my oldest brother, and Michelangelo is my youngest. April is like a sister to us.” 

Oscar smirked. “Ah, all renaissance artists huh?” 

“I’m surprised you know who those people are,” Ward grumbled, nudging him. 

“Whaaaaat,” Oscar said. “I know stuff! My family has a lot of art from them.” 

Ward rolled his eyes. “Of course.” Okay, Donnie liked Ward. 

Donnie felt someone tug on his shirt. “Uncle Tello?”

He turned around. “Casey Junior?” 

Donnie bent down as Casey reached up. “I asked Holly,” his nephew whispered. “He said there is an alien species called the Krang.” A shiver ran down the softshell’s spine. “But the Marmors killed them off. I described the Krang to Holly, and he said that this version was a tiny, peaceful race.” 

“Huh,” Donnie said, pulling away. “Well, at least they don’t exist anymore. Although, I’ll believe it when I see it. Also, Casey, about that stunt you pulled earlier…” He glared at his nephew, who shrank under his gaze. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING! DON’T YOU DO THAT AGAIN, MISTER! OR YOU WILL BE GROUNDED. And that’s not a threat, it’s a promise.” Donnie patted him on the head. “You almost gave me a heart attack! Just don’t do that again.” 

Casey rubbed the back of his head. “Yes, Master Donatello.” 

Oscar moved in front of him. “Sorry to interrupt the lecture, but can you do magic? Based on your light display earlier, you seem pretty powerful.” He gave Casey a wink. 

“Don’t try to distract me,” Donnie growled. “And it’s not magic. It’s my Hamato ninpo, passed down through generations of the Hamato Clan. And I’m assuming you are asking because you want our help getting out of here.”

Oscar put a finger to his lips. “Lower your voice, but yes. We’re actually working to bring down the Marmors.” He threw his arms out. “We can discuss this in the morning! For now, let’s get some sleep! Feel free to take any of the empty beds.”

The softshell just nodded, feeling too tired to respond. The situation was starting to sink in. Casey took his hand and led him to the next room, where there were more beds. “I claim top!” 

Donnie took off his battle shell and flopped down on the bottom bed, letting out a deep sigh. 

“Uncle Tello?” Casey questioned, looking at him upside down. 

Donnie turned his head to look at him. “Yes, Casey Junior?”

His response was quiet. “How are we going to get back home? Everyone’s probably worried.”

“… I don’t know, Casey. I don’t know. But we’ll figure something out, we always do.” 

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The end! I couldn’t think of a good enough plot so that’s it, sorry. I hope you enjoyed it!!!

[numberonetacostan]

Ooooo interesting!! I always thought that was how it was going to go! Though I don’t really need a monologue but you could make one if you would like ^^

Also, for the actual ask. In your version of S3 Ep 14 “Spring on Breakfast” What would her and Yin-Yang do in each of the five rooms? What would their conversations be and what would both of them say when they see Microphone in the “Balanced Breakfast” room? Would Taco do anything in the rooms at all? Or would she let Yang do all the work and they get in an argument because of it? Would Taco have a break down over Microphone being here? Would she hear Microphones voice like how Nickel and Balloon heard Suitcase’s voice? What would she do about the Bear that she and Yin-Yang got attacked with? Would Yin-Yang go on without her? Or would they try to save her when she fell?

I really love your AU and would like to see more of it ^^

Hiya Mushy!!!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in another question about my taco in iii au!!! X]!!!!

I'm not the best at reading hints or implications, so I wasn't sure if I was missing something!! Thanks for clarifying!!!^^ You can always feel free to ask for stuff tho, even if I can't guarantee a good or quick delivery!

Spring on the Breakfast time!!! I am once again typing this as I rewatch the episode, so hopefully I won't miss anything!!!! So, each of the five rooms!!! The first room, the don't press the button room, I suppose Taco would have to fight the bear, at least a little bit. With all her cracks, she is rather fragile at this point, however, so she's probably just throw something at it while Yang does most of the fighting. Maybe shoot it with her Space Shooter? She'd be quite annoyed at him for pressing the button!! They do not get along during this episode. She isn't keen on participating, but is forcibly beamed up into the box and wants to leave asap, so she at least follows Yang through the puzzles.

The try not to fall room isn't much of anything. We don't see Yang and Silver walk through it, so I'm supposing that means Yang didn't have any trouble. Tao wouldn't either, so they'd just walk on through. Yang might ask to use Taco's Space Shooter though, to which she would give a definitive and immediate NO.

The loser room is awful for Taco. They still make it there last, and get the season 1 variant of the room. She's surrounded by the images of almost all the people who she's ruined her relationships with because of her lies. People who she's watched go on without her living in a nice, warm hotel while she's alone outside in the cold. Yang would again complain that there's two Papers and that the puzzle makes no sense, and would tell Taco to make herself useful for a change (re: her history of adamantly doing nothing during challenges)!! And Taco, sort of would. Mostly because she'd be looking at all the pictures sadly!!! I can not emphasize enough that she is having a terrible time.

The feather room!!! Yang throws the poor girl to get the springs down initially, like he does with Silver, and could grab them out of her shell to go put on the scale. He is chaos, after all. When Taco gets up, she'd see Mic staring off into the distance. She would stare and stutter and be rather shocked, but after a moment start moving towards the fake Mic babbling the starts of apologies, and walk right on to a pit trap. Honestly, I think for her it would be worse for Mic to be completely ignoring her, like how Pickle ignored her letters, so the Mic toy wouldn't even turn to look at her as she's doing this. Yang would turn around and see Taco gone, and be pretty confused to see Microphone there. They... never really talked in season 2, yeah? Different teams and all. He'd try to talk to Mic and get her attention, and push the toy over when it doesn't respond to him. Overall he'd be slightly annoyed that Taco fell and left him to do the rest of the challenge but not give much of a shit about Mic being there.

She does have a breakdown after the challenge!! I think she'd do her best to hold it in while she's in the little cage for everyone who fell in, but once she can leave she heads to her safe little hut and has a good cry. Balloon finds her there too!!! He just had his big fight with Nickel, he's feeling pretty down too. I think they should have a good cry together!!! Taco wouldn't want to talk to Balloon much about what happened- she's still keeping the fact that she and Mic worked together a secret- but she would receive hugs!! And as Balloon's closest friend left, I think he'd vent to her about what happened!!! After asking her if she was up to it <3!!!

I'm so very glad you like my au so much!!!! I don't have any more planned posts about it for the moment, but I'm always always happy to get questions and/or suggestions for it!!!! Specific questions like what you send actually make it a whole lot easier for me to brainstorm stuff and type it down^^ :)

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt24

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Marvin paused to tie his hair back into a more secure ponytail when he and Jackie reached the edge of the forest where the new Ego was due to arrive. Host’s vision granted them a few hours of grace before the new person…‘spawns’. That explained why Jackie seemed to have been waiting for Marvin when he showed up on that roof. 

“Looks like a straight shot to the center from here,” Jackie said, tilting his head as he read his phone. 

“I’d be less annoyed if it hadn’t rained earlier today. I hate mud.” Marvin muttered, tucking the stray strands of hair behind his ears. 

“I mean, if you’re that worried about the mud.” Jackie turned his back toward Marvin. “I can give you some-”

“If you say ‘up up’, I’m kicking you face-first into a mud puddle.” Marvin cut Jackie off. 

“Um…a piggyback ride?” Jackie’s tone gave away that he was absolutely about to say ‘up up’. 

“I’ll be fine. Let’s just get whoever this new person is and go back to the House. Some tea, a book, and going to bed early sounds like heaven right now.” Marvin pushed a branch aside and started walking. Jackie was at his side a second later, trying to help move some of the lower-hanging branches out of both of their ways. 

“I don’t get why stars were mentioned when he’s showing up in the afternoon,” Jackie commented after about a minute of silent hiking. 

“Have all the Egos gotten that…vision thing?” Marvin asked. 

“I think? I mean, like, I haven’t been told otherwise.” Jackie shrugged. 

“So Host did a spiel of sorts about me?” 

“Yeah.”

“What did he say? This guy has mentions of the stars, Mad was the whole opposite thing, what was my thing?” Marvin snapped off a small twig and stuck it into his pocket. He wanted to study the plant and see if he could use it with his magic. The plants of this reality seemed familiar enough, but he’s yet to take a deeper look into them. 

“A hard shell with a soft heart.” Jackie pulled some branches back. He made an exaggerated gesture with his arm, had the biggest smile, and bowed a bit for Marvin to go first. 

“About half-right.” Marvin joked as he walked through the opening. 

“Nah, he got you pegged down,” Jackie said as he followed. “I mean, if he didn’t, you wouldn’t have made sure I wasn’t hurt during all of those falls.”

“You don’t have to have a soft heart to not want to kill a man.” Marvin rolled his eyes as he waited for Jackie to be at his side again. 

“That might be true, but you’re still really nice.” 

“Don’t give away my secrets.” 

“My lips are sealed.” Jackie chuckled, pausing when he saw a figure in the distance. “There he is.” He said with a point. Marvin lowered Jackie’s hand and squinted a bit to try to get a better look at the new Ego. 

“That’s not a Septiceye,” Marvin stated. “He doesn’t…feel right.” 

“Maybe there’s a new-wait-” Jackie tilted his head. “That’s an Iplier. That’s weird. We don’t really do crossovers with this.” 

“Maybe we should go back. It sounds like you guys have a system with this and everything is going against it.” Marvin suggested. He figured that if they were going to bail, they’d need to do it before they were noticed. 

“There’s probably like some super-mega complicated stuff about this that we’d never understand,” Jackie said. “He looks just as confused as the rest of us did. I bet he needs some help.” He jogged off before Marvin could say anything else. 

“I still don’t trust this,” Marvin said to himself. 

Call him overly-cautious but he stayed back and hidden from the new Ego. The element of surprise was always good to have. He also recalled Anti’s comment about favoring the left and his gut told him to trust it. Marvin kept his eyes on Jackie as he moved through the trees, feet glowing as he made himself silent, going until he was to the left of the two.

“Hey!” Jackie greeted, waving and going to the man.

“Who are you?” The man asked, turning and showing the red, sharp spiral around one of his eyes. Marvin was too far away to see if it was painted, tattooed, or carved on the skin. None of those options sounded too hard to believe. 

“Jackieboyman or Jackie for short,” Jackie answered, bouncing a little on his feet. “I’m here to-”

“I don’t have time for this.” The man held a hand up and started walking. 

“I’m here to help.” Jackie skipped a little to get in front of the man and finished his previous sentence. “I’m a hero.” He had a proud puff to his chest. 

“And I have important places to be.” The man scoffed and walked past Jackie again. “I do not have the patience to deal with some child playing pretend.” 

“Child?” Jackie looked a little offended at that. “And pretend? It’s not pretend, I am a hero. I’m super strong and fast and cool and-” 

“Enough.” The man turned and backhanded Jackie across the face. 

Marvin felt his heart leap at that.

Time to give some hell. 

Marvin’s feet continued to glow as he took off, sticking to the left had him at the perfect angle to rush the man. He braced his body before slamming his shoulder into the man’s side and making him fall over. Marvin used the magic on his feet to prevent himself from falling over with him, sparks of green magical energy came off him before they and the glowing faded.

“That was totally wicked!” Jackie exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. “I didn’t know you could do awesome stuff like that!” 

“There’s a lot to still learn about me.” Marvin chuckled. “I-” He stopped when he felt something on his chest. Looking down he saw the man up on one knee with a red and black glowing hand on him. Marvin had a good feeling what kind of spell was about to be used on him. “Oh, fuck you.” He got out before a surge of magic went through him and he was sent flying, landing right in the center of a mud puddle. 

“Marv!” Jackie rushed over and was with Marvin in the next blink. “Holy shit, are you okay? Anything broken? I can go full fireman and-”

“There’s mud in my hair!” Marvin wailed, wanting to gag at how horrible of a feeling wet mud was and it got so uncomfortable when it dried. 

“Just a little.” Jackie tried to get some of the mud out with his fingers. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the man was gone, likely using the push as a distraction to get away. “Henrik’s got this like hair mask thing you could borrow and-your eyes!” Jackie shouted the last part when he saw Marvn’s face.

“My eyes!? What about yours!?” Marvin had the same panic in his voice as Jackie.

“They’re red!” The two yelled at the same time. 

[rrezshifts]

🌼 🌺 & 🪷 for the pretty flowers ask game!!

the pretty flowers ask game with my young avengers reality… again

🌼 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ beautiful blossom ↠ what do you find most beautiful about your significant other(s)? what about that aspect of them is so beautiful to you? and in turn what do they believe the most beautiful thing about you is? why do they think that way?

i find so much beautiful about tommy. too much. his physical appearance is something to behold. his natural white hair, and how it’s not just on his head and face but his arms and his legs and his stomach. and how the pale white contrasts with his skin that is slightly tanned. his legs! oh my god his legs, they’re not necessarily thick and muscular, but they’re not small, and the hair that scatters them drives me wild. i love his fluffy hair, and i love to run my fingers through it, it so soft and rarely tangles. his arms, lean and a bit muscular, i love when they wrap around me. and the tension a hug from him can relieve. i adore his hands and his fingers and how they hold me and touches the parts he loves. and i adoooreee his smile! but there’s also things beyond that i love his personality, and how much joy he brings to my life. he’s a very joyful person who has so much love in him. he cares for so much, and i can see that care everyday. he’s such a beautiful person.

he would probably say my face is the most beautiful thing about me to him. he would also share that everything about me is beautiful but his favorite is my face. not like as a whole, i have a pretty face, thing. but like he loves my eyes, because they hold so much emotion. he loves my mouth and all the love it gives to him in many different ways. he loves my nose and the way it feels, including the feeling of my breath against his neck when i hold him. there’s just a lot for him to appreciate in one area for him.

🌺 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ helpful hibiscus ↠ how do you and your significant other(s) personalities react to each other? are there times where you bump heads about stupid stuff? or do you and your significant other(s) seem to blend together?

the first thing i’d like to point out is our personality types, it’s funny bc i’m an ISFP, and he’s an ESFP. we have a lot of similarities which can be good and also bad. we’re both conflict averse, so sometimes we go without communicating when we should. we’ve been learning to get better at that for sure, due to the fact communication is something we could benefit from in our relationship. on the other hand we’re both sensitive people, which is good for us. we’ve become good at helping each other out with our emotions in a healthy way. when it comes to differences in our personalities, he can be more spontaneous than me, jumping into things with less planning than i would like. i can do spontaneity, and i like it, but often only with less complex and important things. but like… trips? no. when it comes to our differences that can benefit us, he’s more outgoing than i am, truly the life of the party. and he brings me out of my shell quite a bit. but he does so while being aware of my needs and limits, which i appreciate very much. we’ve also both got ADHD, so we’re fun and annoying together.

🪷 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ lovely lotus ↠ do you and your significant other(s) do any "cheesy" stuff? like having matching pajamas, matching halloween costumes, and picnic dates? or building the flower legos, cooking together, baking together?

all the damn time! our number one hobby is watching movies or shows in his room and just cuddling. so after we started dating, i ending up gifting him matching sweatpants for the both of us (which he loved). but we spend a lot of time in his room, we do activities on the bed or on the floor, stuff like legos, sure. but tommy loves trying new art mediums, and he wants me to try them too. so i’ll come over one day, walk into his room, and it’s covered in tarps with him smiling wide, covered in paint or chalk or pastels and motioning for me to come join him. and he’s not careful much either, so he has ruined his carpet on many occasions (as have i). now the carpet is hardwood because of that, i just came into his room one day and the carpet was gone. anyway.. we have also baked and decorated the the treats like both acts were another art form. he truly loves being creative, and it’s so fun for me to watch his mind work a mile a minute to create something or to fix a mistake. we go on dates often too, share our shakes with each other, feed each other food. and anything he can do in public to communicate to others that he’s mine and i’m his, he will. not to mention he just enjoys doing things with me, and if i don’t enjoy said thing, we’re both more than happy to have some parallel play time. oh! he also plays the guitar. he enjoys playing it softly when i sing, which i think is cheesy.

© rrezshifts last updated. 01/06/2025

[icarianarts]

hi from another veryy shy person! was it hard to feel comfortable on vrchat/SL for you at first? i always get too timid to play with or meet others comfortably just bc im unsure how to participate … could i ask you for any tips to start for ppl like us and how to have more fun / break out of our shell on games like that?

With VR Chat and Second Life specifically, I always feel the need to emphasize the atmosphere in these games can be highly unpredictable and a good half of the time I run into a lot of unpleasant people. My method for this is to block as quickly as I can and not entertain these any further, so if you are curious about either of these just be aware that they can and will house really annoying and bad people a lot of the time….BUT with that being said, with VR Chat specifically I find a lot of folks on there are already in a similar boat. There is a ton of equally shy, but also curious people and I find that usually the quickest way of getting into a conversation with someone is finding someone with an avatar that is from a game/show/whatever you enjoy. It is much easier to figure out common interests off the bat and usually people there just love to talk about that type of stuff.

People on vr chat tend to also be stuck in goofy, usually light hearted pseudo roleplay improv type of stuff. I’ll go to the McDonald’s world and idle behind the cash register sometimes and people love to come up and pretend order random shit so sometimes you can establish banter right away LOL I think my best interactions have consistently been with people I stumble into that just want to get a good bit going. I am still thinking about this Skeletor avatar that clasped me by the shoulder and asked if I’d like to see a land where the receipts stretch for miles and he walked me over to a Walgreens.

For games like Second Life, voice chat is optional and texting is much more efficient. This is a much older game that also has been kind of closed off since its initial popularity has waned and generally speaking people take it much more seriously than VR Chat. It leans on the more older side, so usually I am the youngest player in a sim by over 10-20ish years if it is just me and my friends are not also with me. It’s one of these games where it is best explored with at least one other person until you fully get the hang of things, and also just a bit difficult to find active areas. Most the people here also kind of just are there to talk, avatars are much more personalized than how the general public of VR Chat’s tends to be and I find that asking questions or just simply going oh I love how you did xyz to your look! Usually can go a long way. They also have much more elaborate profiles and you can use that as a reference to go off of, you can tell who might not be interested in small talk very easily on there LOL

Second Life I would say might be a bit more difficult to comfortably socialize in for beginners just because of its history and how the userbase is known to act. I have a lot more content warnings to give about this game than I do VR Chat because of how much bigger it is

I always do my best to usually remain polite, I avoid a lot of humor that would be reserved for people who I would have known for ages—stuff like playful rudeness comes across as overfamiliar almost all the time and can also lead to misunderstandings especially if someone is a stranger. It’s a biiiit difficult to try and figure out a good starting point to offer advice for just because these games are so expansive and come with such crazy varieties. If you have any more questions let me know as I tend to kind of go off onto a ramble and don’t know if this. Fully answers things or not. 😅

[frankenwolf1564]

Legacy Evolution Strongarm: Failing to fall in love

Coming into Legacy: Evolution as the first Robots In Disguise 2015 representation in modern Generations, Strongarm… utterly failed to meet expectations.

RID15 is not the most popular TF show. It has its share of fans and it certainly has its moments, but opinions are divided and it was undeniably quite the tonal shift from the previous series, Prime. However, Strongarm quickly proved to be a fan favorite, with a fun personality and somewhat stocky design that wasn’t just the paper-thin body type Hasbro generally likes putting female characters into. So when she was announced for an update, people were understandably excited! ...then she was revealed to be a retool of the Legacy Elita-1 mold, dashing much of that enthusiasm.

Now, Legacy Elita-1 is a fine figure. She… has her share of problems, most of which are symptomatic of larger, broader issues, but she’s still a good time. Her repaint as Minerva is even better, especially considering she was designed with her in mind. Strongarm is… less good. She looks. Fine. People generally overstate how bulky she was in RID, she is not the biggest bot, but this is a step past even that. She feels a bit odd proportionally but it’s not a huge deal. The real issues come from handling her. She doesn’t have the room or clearance to do much of what she wants to do. The wheels on her shoulders constantly clash with other parts, running into her forearms if you try to bring them down to the sides and bumping into the backpack if you try to bring her arms out. The further down you want the wheels to fold the more you need to bend her elbows, so she can only do one thing at a time, essentially.

Originally, on Elita-1, the wheel wells were attached to the backpack via struts, not “actually” part of the figure. You could move them around and fudge the look but it was just that. Strongarm moves them to be permanently affixed to the shoulders, and on paper, moving parts off the backpack should make the figure better, right? Shell forming is generally pretty lame. Not having as much of the car mode on a backpack should improve the figure as a Transformer, right? Well… kinda? Yes, Strongarm relies less on that backpack, but now she has to fight herself because she doesn’t have adequate clearance. The mold wasn’t designed to have that much… stuff where it is.With Elita-1, you can very easily move the wheels out of the way, giving her arms all the room they might need. It might not always look the most natural, but she can do it. Strongarm can’t.

Not as relevant a change, but the door wings are a joke. They’re barely noticeable and, as far as I’ve found, annoying to get out without feeling like I’m bending and flexing the clear plastic they’re comprised of more than I should.

I haven’t found her transformation particularly fun, either. She needs a tiny bit more room to breathe, but doesn’t get it. It suffers from the same shoulder and backpack problems just posing her does. Everything from the waist up feels cramped and claustrophobic. Her vehicle mode looks substantially better, lacking any of the proportion issues of her robot mode. It doesn’t save her, and the feet are no less awkward than on previous runs of the mold, but it still looks nice overall.

I’ve… tried liking this figure. I want to like it. Strongarm is a cool character, and strictly speaking there’s nothing fundamentally wrong with it. I’ve handled worse. I’ve disliked better. But she’s just no fun to handle. This is even my second run with her, but I ended up returning her last time and history has repeated itself. I’ve handled fiddly. I’ve handled complex. Strongarm is just… frustrating. Why they package refreshed her for United is beyond me...

[onskepa]

Unlitsa ch 2

Alright here is chapter 2! If some of yall are just seeing this one first! here is the previous chapers! Uniltsa series . Enjoy!

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[first pov]

Apparently I am a smartass in this world. Since I was the one who made the inhaling implants on the humans here. So why do I feel like a dumbass at the moment. I have no idea what each foods are, and scared they would taste something I might not like. "here uniltsa! got your favorites!" tuk says to me as she brings a leaf full of some fruits and other things. "ah...thanks tuktuk" the kids eyes light up with that nickname. So that's good.

Tuk is so cute up front! but from what I remember, she was still short but almost as tall as spider. So why is she a little more shorter? I could never ask what year this is. I would look rather dumb. Last thing I need is people questioning me. But so far, not many noticed my odd behavior.

So far so good.

[third pov]

Uniltsa took her time in eating eat item carefully. While the taste was something familiar, but was still a bit skeptic one some things. Lo'ak saw her eating her food slowly. "you sure you're ok?" he looks at her concerned. "Usually you're eating as quick as you can".

Uniltsa blinked a few times before respond, "sorry, I just have a lot in my mind right now". Lo'ak scooted closer, their shoulders touching. Feeling concerned he looks into her eyes, scanning for something. Knowing her since birth, he can basically read her mind. This time however. Whatever she is thinking about. He cant detect.

"you alright? if you're sick I can take you to grandma to fix you up" he suggests. Uniltsa just shook her head. "no no, I am fine really" she smiles up at him, but it looks more of a nervous smile.

Lo'ak wasn't ready to drop it but stopped asking. Every since this morning his friend sure has been acting odd.

Later on lo'ak took uniltsa out to do their stuff when every time they pass a flower, a pretty rock or a water stream, uniltsa has to stop to look at it. "I swear, you look at all of this its your first time" lo'ak says while crossing his arms.

Uniltsa once again stopped to look at some pretty large flowers. Admiring their beauty.

"w-well yeah! Sometimes when you do things over and over you forget to notice some details" she replies quickly. Lo'ak merely shrugs. "Well are you done? I want to get there while we still have daylight". Uniltsa sighs silently and continues on their path.

Trying to play it cool, she asks "I forgot, where are we going again?". Lo'ak answers, "weird of you to forget but we're going to the long river to collect some beads. Tuk's birthday is in a few days so as we gotta find the best of the best stone for her".

Tuk's birthday? From what uniltsa, tuk was 8 at the start of the second movie. And she is smaller when looking face to face....so how far back did she go?

"right right. Ummmm....I honestly don't know what to give her" she says, literally not knowing what to give her. Lo'ak huffs a bit with a smirk. "Come oooon, you always give her the best stuff, tch, I remember you gave her a empty shell of a bead and she still has it! I swear tuk loves you more than her own siblings".

"jealous?" Uniltsa smirks teasingly. She noticed lo'ak's tail swish in a certain way. But looking at his face, seems she is sort of right.

puffing his cheeks a bit, looking slightly annoyed.

"no" his ears gave away.

Smiling more, she points at lo'ak, "you so are! Cant help it if tuk loooooooves me!!" she giggles out. Lo'ak smiles a bit too. Seeing his friend go back to how she usually acts. "whatever! lets just go!" he stomps the way further.

Grinning to herself she follows him. She takes her time in the path was because while mentally she doesn't know any parts of the forest, her body does. It is very familiar with the forest and its like by instinct to know where to go. Perhaps that is something she can rely on while still figuring out in what year she is in.

But during the mean time, hanging out with lo'ak, her fictional crush, is turning out to be a lot of fun.

And that is it for this chapter! Hope you all liked it! until next time! see ya!

Taglist: @deathislame , @mochacoffeeumai26 , @shit-i-say-shit-i-think , @tojisleftarm

[femboyhunting]

Mickie gives me cuteness aggression. Every time i see him i get the sudden urge to rip this throat out with my teeth ❤️ Can you tell me more about himb

He will absolutely kick your ass though so you best behave. He started working out just to be able to kick ass better.

So I'm pretty bad at coming up with stuff off the top of my head so please do feel free to ask if you have anything specific you want to know about him.

He's a really good dancer.

He started a band that he called For Profit Orphan Farm, because that's what he calls the orphanage. He also sometimes calls Bailey a for profit orphan farmer. On the topic of Bailey, He also has a drawing he made of Bailey he made pinned to a dart board. Throws darts at it.

He and Bailey have kind of a weird complicated relationship that's only gotten more weird and complicated over the years. It started off as entirely adversarial at first, Mikie hated Bailey's guts. Then eventually he figured that considering how much power and influence Bailey has, it would be in his best interest to get on his good side. So he decided he'd work to gain Bailey's trust then when he had it he'd betray him and take over. He didn't really change his additude but he did work to make it obvious he was an invaluable asset. Bailey ended up having to rescue him a few times and each time he'd give him a chunk of extra money in his weekly orphan fee. After all money is the only thing Bailey gives a shit about. They're not "friendly", Mikie even acts openly antagonistic and insulting towards him sometimes but it's almost joking? They almost sort of have something of a banter going? He plays pranks on him sometimes. Mikie would never admit it to anyone or even himself, but he sort of wants to impress Bailey, prove he's more than just another orphan. It's impossible to know what he truly feels for Bailey, even less so what Bailey feels for Mikie.

Mikie hasn't actually been in the orphanage since he was a child, instead he came to the orphanage in his mid teens after his parents lost custody. At that time he was a total loner with a bad additude but Robin really brought him out of his shell. Robin was his first friend at the orphanage, perseverating to try to be his friend even on those first days when Mikie kept telling him he was annoying and to scram. Mikie doesn't talk about his parents, he actually doesn't remember them or his childhood before the orphanage much aside from vague feelings and snippets. And he doesn't really care to, he's perfectly content to act like his time before the orphanage doesn't exist at all.

He's a delinquent that likes to cause trouble in school. Essentially harmless stuff. Well other than pepper spraying people. But to be fair those people were Whitney and his pack of friends. Mikie maintains that if you don't start none there won't be none, and it's not his fault Whitney keeps running back over and over again to get his ass kicked. He also intervenes when he sees students getting bullied and is generally kind of scrappy and rarely runs from a fight. So he's in fights a lot. Which means he's in detention a lot. You'd think his obvious status as a delinquent would mean he's probably getting shit grades but he's actually doing surprisingly well, like he actually gets good grades. He's the worst at math, unsurprisingly. River likes him since he volunteers at the soup kitchen occasionally. River thought he was another rude asshole kid at first but Mikies always been earnest and worked hard and proved himself to be ultimately a kind person even if he's a bit rough around the edges. So River bumps up his grade even though he really shouldn't.

He doesn't really know how to draw, he's not a good artist.

He's kinda in a thruple with Kylar and Sydney. (Well technically Mikie is seeing like a bunch of different men but Ky and Sydney are the only ones he thinks of as his actual boyfriends he actually loves.) Which was a whole goddamn mess to set up and frankly is still more or less a goddamn mess. They're kind of competitive and snippy to eachother. Ky is more openly antagonistic and Syd is just sarcastic and teasing. And while Mikie does think it's kind of very super hot when boys fight over him (he feels really guilty for this) he does genuinely care deeply for both of them and wants them to get along. He also tries to get Ky and Robin to hang out. Mikie worries about Ky, thinks he could really use a friend. Though it's probably kinda dumb to keep trying to get Kylar to get along with people Mikies been inside of but oh well Mikies never had very good judgement when it comes to relationships.

[yoshiandyuriwithbecky]

Thanksgiving Day 1997 was... quite interesting and eventful for the Harvard Lesbians.

So when Thanksgiving came, Yoshi had planned to go visit her parents up in Queens, but they fell under the weather, which put the kibosh on those plans. So she decided to go with Becky to spend it with the Littles - and Yoshi was glad for this, as she was growing more and more attached to her roomie. Like, REALLY attached.

So they arrived, and Becky decided to take over lunch duties. Sure, she hadn't cooked anything in years, and it... wasn't great (let's just say that she looked really creepy without eyebrows), but it would work out this time, right?

Yoshi was in the dining room talking with the rest of the Littles (and Mr. and Mrs. Little, being well-meaning but kinda oblivious extremely white people, were probably surprised that she had never been to Japan yet and was born in NYC) when they noticed smoke in the air. Then the fire alarm went off.

"Oh no... not again!" Nicky ran into the kitchen and Yoshi followed her.

Next thing Mr. and Mrs. Little heard coming from the kitchen was their guest yelling "OH SHIT!"

Becky was just standing in a state of shock in front of the raging inferno she'd just started. After Nicky and Yoshi found the fire extinguisher and put it out, Becky was still like a deer in headlights. Her parents came in and were like "Awww, Beckers, it's okay!" "Don't worry, honey, you can't be good at everything!" But Becky was still catonic. Yoshi noticed this and made moves to get her out of the house.

"Hey, uh... if everyone's okay with Japanese, I can whip up one of my mom's recipes. I just gotta go get the ingredients."

Everyone was fine with this, so Yoshi headed out, and took the still-shell shocked, on the verge of a panic attack Becky with her. Nicky caught on that the two needed some alone time and stayed behind.

As soon as they got in the car, Yoshi immediately went about calming Becky down. She showed off her future therapist skills, took her through some breathing exercises and the whole time, held her hand.

"It's okay, Becky. It's okay."

"... I'm such an idiot. I ruined everything."

"Okay, first of all, you're like the smartest person I know. Second, you didn't ruin anything. Did your parents look like they thought you'd ruined everything? Did Nicky? No. And I sure don't think you did."

"I'm just... so embarrassed. Everyone just expects so much of me, because I'm 'The Amazing Becky Little'. And I just let them down."

"Well, that just means you're human. No one can be perfect at everything. That's insane. And really, if setting the kitchen on fire is one of the worst things you've ever done... I'd say you're doing alright. Amazing, even."

"I guess. .... I'm sorry you have to see this side of me."

"Becks, it's okay. Really. I'm always here for you, you know that."

"... I guess I just feel like people only put up with me because I've accomplished so much. I'm a top student, a top athlete... but without that, I'm nothing. If anything, I can be annoying and arrogant without even meaning to. I hurt Nicky so badly..."

"Listen. The fact that you feel this way means that you're nowhere near as arrogant as you think. Yeah, you've been a LITTLE high on yourself, but as soon as you realized that, you've cut it out. I can tell Nicky's forgiven you... you just haven't forgiven yourself. I know it's really hard, but please try. You owe it to yourself."

"Okay..."

"And... sorry if this sounds blunt, but all that stuff you've done? All those trophies?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't care. I mean yeah, it's impressive I guess, but it's not why I like you. That doesn't even enter the equation. You're kind, supportive, smart, charming... kiiind of a dork, which is pretty adorable... next to Yuri, you're the best friend I've ever had. Granted, I haven't really HAD friends, but you're enough for me."

"... thanks, Yoshi."

They eventually pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store they were going to. Becky was feeling a bit better already, and they got their stuff and returned to the Littles' place.

Yoshi got to work cooking her mom's recipe - and Becky even helped - and it was a success. From that Thanksgiving on, the Littles skipped out on a "traditional" meal for Yoshi's family recipe. Nicky and their parents could tell that Becky was in better spirits just from talking to Yoshi, and appreciated their sister's/daughter's roomie for that.

Afterwards, Becky and Yoshi returned to their hotel room.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah... I mean, I still feel like an idiot, but I guess it's not the end of the world."

"Well, good. Just stop being so hard on yourself, okay?"

They watched TV a little but then went to their bedroom, and settled into their beds on each side of the room.

"Becky?"

"Yeah?"

Yoshi hesitated for a bit. "You may not feel like it, but you ARE loved. And not because of all the cool shit you've done, but because you're... you. I mean, I've only been here a day, and I can already see it. All your friends love you, your parents love you, and your sister definitely loves you."

Then Yoshi hesitated for a bit, but clearly wasn't done talking. She started to stim a bit by tinkering with her prosthetic.

"And you wanna know HOW I know? It's because I, well...." *Yoshi clenched her hand around her prosthetic and closed her eyes* "... I love you too."

Becky was stunned. "…. Yoshi…"

Yoshi sighed. "There, I said it. I ripped the bandaid off. Sorry if this is weird, but I can't keep it in anymore. I LOVE you, Becky. I've loved you for, shit, half a year by now. I'm REALLY sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, and if you wanna get a new roommate, I'd understa-"

By then, Becky had already come over to Yoshi's bed, sat next to her, and put her finger to Yoshi's lips. Yoshi noticed that Becky had tears in her eyes.

"Yoshi... it's okay! I love you too!"

Now Yoshi was stunned. "Wha-"

Becky leaned over and wrapped her arms around Yoshi tight, and was actually starting to cry. "I love you so much!"

Now Yoshi was starting to tear up. "I love you too…"

They held each other a little longer, and then Becky kissed Yoshi on the lips. Then, well, they weren't quite ready to advance to the erm, "studying" stage yet, but they did furiously make out and went to bed cuddling.

Needless to say, Becky was feeling much, MUCH better. And Yoshi was feeling better than she had in a very, very long time.

And a couple highlights of the morning after:

1: Becky woke up wondering if that wasn't just an amazing dream... then she saw Yoshi's glasses and prosthetic on the sidetable. Then she realized she was SPOONING Yoshi. Meanwhile, Yoshi woke up thinking "No way that actually happ- oh wait, it did. She's holding me."

2: Yoshi dressed up for the day in her standard outfit - white V-neck with a lily design on the front, black blazer, black skirt, black calf boots and a black choker (as well as Taro's heart gem necklace). Becky was like "Hey, can I tell you something? Something I've been wanting to say for ages?" "Yeah?" "... you look REALLY hot in that outfit."

RIP Yoshimi Mizuno

Cause of death: Heart attack caused by her favorite Barbie, who she'd been crushing on for months, saying she was hot

And before leaving for MA, Becky wasn't quite ready to tell their parents, but did confide in Nicky in private. Nicky (who wasn't the least bit surprised) made it clear just how proud and happy she was for her sister and eventual sister-in-law. And... it really made her think about her own feelings towards a certain redhead.

(Holy fuck did I just write all of that, I'm exhausted, how did the relationship between my stupid OC and an extremely minor Pepper Ann character become my hyperfixation)

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

What's uppp! Luv ur blog and i got curious with the matchups so i'd like to request a matchup for MHA!

Also just to recognize my ask, I'd like to go with 🪩

So let's get to myself:

I'm female and go by she/her. Also i’m straight.

Appearance:

1,80 (5'11/6'0?), chubby, brown eyes, dark red (colored) mid length hair, usual ear piercings, one nose piercing on the side and a lip piercing (ashley), big ahh feet and hands LMAOOO.

Style:

Ijust can't decide so i switch it a lot. Either it's streetwear, punk or something elegant/ sweet (wild combo ik). My room looks pretty natural (lots of plants and wood etc.) since i need something that keeps me down to earth 💀

Music taste:

Big ass spectrum but let's try. Luv rock/hardrock/ metal, enjoy techno from time to time. The usual tiktok songs,.. Tbh anything that's very loud or makes my headphones vibrate 10/10. From time to time i do enjoy the calm/classical music but only if i REALLY feel like it.

Fav current songs if it helps:

Black No. 1 from Type O Negative

Fucking Your Ghost In Chains of Ice from Leviathan (pls ignore the title 😭)

prayer1 from april27

Nightmare from plenka

Stay from Narrow Head

Wicked Game from Chris Isaak

Personality:

I've seen others mention it so; aries sun, pisces moon, virgo rising and ENTP.

honestly think it fits just not AS serious. People often mention i look rather intimidating at first which is understandable since i can seem uninterested and reserved but when talking to me i really love making others laugh, as well as laughing myself. Honestly my love language (combined with aggressive love). Love to goof around but i like to seem more closed off at first.

It makes things more interesting. Very personal emotions i like to only keep for myself (like most ig). I isolate pretty quickly and don't mind it since I've always been more independent and alone (not at all badly, i like the peace around me while enjoying the chaos inside my head 🫦😭).

I've actually never been in an relationship but based on other experiences i like both to be in control and let someone have control.

definitely not the type to only have one thing.

Likes:

Swimming, MUSIC, analyzing, watching trash tv and cooking shows (i just love judging people < /3), reading on my phone ig though i don't read many books irl, gaming from time to time, eating LMAO, adrenaline boosting stuff like rollercoasters,...

Dislikes:

Cooking (ironically), bugs that have this hard shell on them (scared shitless, can't deal with them biches), morning breath, no motivation days, people that don't have their own personality (i get annoyed easily)

so yeah idk if this is too long or short or whatever.

I'd be happy if you would match me but if you don't feel like it that's totally fine love <3 don't stress, take ur time.

Hi 🪩Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchup!

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

You and Shoto are the “intimidating but actually just reserved” couple of UA. People are often too scared to approach you, especially when you’re together but once they get to know you, they enjoy your company.

Shoto loves the more goofy side of you, especially since it brings out his sillier side as well. He feels honoured that you’re comfortable enough with him that you feel you can let that more private side of you out.

Enjoys watching tv with you and just relaxing in general. He doesn’t mind what you get up to, as long as you’re spending time together.

Shoto’s surprisingly good at motivating you when you’re struggling to find the energy to do anything. He’s been there before and knows how annoying it is.

Gets rid of bugs for you. He’s happy to either take them outside or just kill them depending on which you would prefer. If it’s a particularly large bug, he might baulk a bit but he’ll push his own concerns aside to help you out.

[megismorallysunny]

24/09/23

ok so i totally meant to do my hw but as i was getting to the last bit of my irish it just felt pointless, ive been feeling like that a lot lately, which is annoying cuz im always positive. i think i feel unliked by my best friends it kinda sucks but thats the way it is, ive been getting more snappy at them, so its kinda my fault so ill have to spend some more time near them and talk to them which feels hard because i just feel so pointless, life feels so pointless and for once not in the way of "yipee nothing matters" more like "nothing really matters so why try anyways".

so dark thoughts aside lifes been doing mediocre, i meant to say stuff so ill get a shit ton from my notes that i wanted to say said now. The spanish kid (who only joined this year to our school) is kind of annoying, idk if it was just me but when i added him on snapchat he asked who i was, which you know fine but he didnt ask my friend who also did that. anyways on tuesday(?) he sat in "apples" seat, she sits behind me, were friends now but we werent for six months. ill say in a later post. anyways the cabinet behind her has litter picker uppers because our maths teacher is the green schools advisor, anyways "spanish kid" we'll nickname him "4k4" decides to sit in apples seat bc it means hes kind of a little bit farther to the boys but he can go into the cabinet. also as soon as he joined he got immediantly accepted into the guy secret circle. anyways he pokes me once with the garbage picker upper, now let me preface this by saying im not a loner, i have no reason to be bullied and picked on except for being loud maybe, i always have too much optimism, i give compliments im nice, sometimes im dumb but not too dumb to make me unlikable. THERE IS NO REASONNN. but i got poked, and to be honest my feelings were a little hurt, all respect GONEE, so i got out a pen shell from my pencil case (yknow those bic pens where you can take out the inc and pen part, well basically the bit which was left was the pen shell). anyways i took it out just in case he poked me again... AND HE DID!?!? so i grabbed my pen shell and launched it into his face, it was rly funny cuz he wasnt looking and flinched rly badly and his friends started laughing.

another time was when i wanted to get into school i was going to go through the side entrance which can only be opened from the inside without a code, and 4k4 and some of his friends were there, and when i got there his main friend shut the door on me and laughed, i kinda stood there for a few minutes saying please, it was an old joke, and it was funny i was also laughing but 4k4 pointing at me and laughing in my face made me feel pretty shitty tbh.

anyways me and my friends had a mamma mia party 2 where we watched mamma mia 2, we had it on friday like last year and was held near a similar date (only a day off the original). it went ok, it felt weird, maybe i wasnt in a good headspace but i just felt lonely there.

i dont really want to talk about it much more besides that, i could just feel like shit because my period is soon but truthfully im just not sure. A german mayor came to our school maybe thats a bit revealing but whatever, for all you could know he could have come a month ago, thats how behind on my notes i am. some of this is OLD news. my old friend gave a speech to him, i liked my friend but then he asked this girl out, he got rejected and i felt like shit, it was clear to everyone i liked him and everyone knew and made jokes about it, i always blushed and i thought he might have actually liked me like that because he acted like it. i thought he had asked me on a date on wednesday, but i wasnt going to make it a date unless he told me it was. he mentioned something and said have you heard about me or something and i said "no what?" and i kept pushing but calmed down after three pushes and said no. when he left my friends told me he had rejected a girl the day before. i just felt like shit, complete and utter shit.

i completely erased my happy feelings of him, it semi worked i was better around him but i know that if he asked me out now then id say no. actually now that im thinking about it, maybe id explain how it made me feel earlier when he didnt like me and i felt bad and i know that hes going to feel bad too because i cant accept his feelings and im sorry, also 2 weeks after he asked out the first girl he asked out apple, she said no cuz she has a boyfriend, but like ive never been asked out before, why not me, what was wrong with me. it hurts sometimes but im over it.

im going to have to cut this short bc this is LONGG but apple said im really pretty in science which was a major upgrade from the week prior where she said i smelt, i wasnt too fazed by the insult but i was delighted by the compliment. yknow emerald, i mentioned him on thursday(?) but he won the student council elections, thank god it wasnt apricot i dont think i could have bared another year of having everyone trust him.. hes really not someone to be trusted.

ok so i have much more to say but i have to go sleep but i was watching foolishs pov of the qsmp event going on rn, and i need to watch the cellbit rpg but i just find that tabletop shit confusing and frankly the rpg thing confused me but i think i can wrap my head around it. as always good morning, good day and good night.

[we-were-beautiful]

Hi friend I figured I’d just reblog rather than write a hella long comment. But I have time to kill while I wait for my team so I can unlock the building and start work.

I loved Ink and Mistletoe, it was a nice cutesy read to break up the sad shit I have been reading

If you have a migraine please don’t try to force yourself to write it will only make it worse/ last longer. Normally to help mitigate a migraine I would recommend and Excedrine and Mountain Dew but I doubt those are readily available in Australia. The next best thing I can reccomend would be like a Midol/pamprin something geared to menstrual pain relief (because they typically have caffeine in the pills that do wonders) in a pinch a Coke and salty snack can help a bit with a migraine. But don’t force yourself to write if you’re not feeling good.

Good luck with that book you started

I cannot tell you how hard I sighed when I saw the announcement for the target special edition. I’m so sick of all the exclusive editions that you can only get in certain locations, it is so annoying because not everyone can get access to them and only some people get to see the exclusive content. This was my absolute biggest issue with House of Flame and Shadow because well you have to choose which place you buy from/ preorder from based on who’s extra story you wanted or you had to buy multiple. Now if they were paper backs I might get behind it but no all the exclusive stuff is coming out in hardbacks which are almost always bigger (side note I am hella jealous that Australia gets access to paperbacks early. Waiting over a year for the paperback was BS in the highest order.)

Man the only reason I can justify a special edition of Iron Flame is because I don’t have a physical copy but I am hoping that Bookish box restocks their Luxe version of it so that I don’t have to shell out $200 so that I can get a matching set for the series

As someone who also probably has undiagnosed OCD. Have some grace with yourself regarding the compulsions (mine is hand washing). Sometimes you can trick your brain into thinking you are satisfying the compulsion but it is hit or miss. I wish I could be of more help but I have been trying and not successfully succeeding at mitigating my compulsions. It seems like getting any kind of mental health services is hard no matter where you are. I have decent health insurance through my job but finding a provider who has appointments available is a feat. But I am always here if you ever need someone to talk to.

Solid advice for anyone going to the beach. The ocean is dangerous and doesn’t care if you think you are a strong swimmer. Even if there are life guards always exercise caution in the ocean. Rip currents are so serious. Pay attention to your surroundings and observer the flags that are put out( I’m not sure if they do this in Australia but here most beaches have a flag system to notify people of conditions) exercise caution on your beach vacations.

I don’t know if this is weird, but I don’t have many friends and I am weird, admittedly so…yolo, but this is just a diary post really of all the things on my mind right now.

• The response on ink & mistletoe was really lovely and I’m especially grateful for it while I’m still having a rough time.

• I really wanted to write more this week because I wanted to finish off ink & mistletoe and Truth & Talon before Onyx Storm comes out, but I have a migraine again and I’ve just been so exhausted it’s not happening, which sucks.

• I did start a new book though—my first of 2025—Just For the Summer by Abby Jimenez. One of my resolutions for the new year is to read more actual books, so I’m off to a start at least. One thing that wigged me out though, it’s first person past-tense? What the fuck is that, why are we doing that? My brain does not like.

• Speaking of Onyx Storm, should I start posting my theories now as I write them, or just save it for one big post a few days before?

• I’m still incredibly bothered by not only the continuing trend of oh surprise another special edition with content not available to you! But also mostly the response from other people to it, mostly Americans, because no one else is saying “no one’s making you buy them all” or “having choices is a good thing” because uhh *checks notes* we don’t? We just pay twice the amount of money you do for made-in-a-sweatshop, falling apart crap with less features.

• Also, just as an aside so you all are ready, I’m fairly certain there’s a special edition of Iron Flame coming…probably with bonus content. Someone asked if she was going to do one because it just had plain edges and she replied with a winking face. I’m going to say in Feb/March, and with dragon edges to match OS & the original FW print run. Call me Cassandra, idk.

• My (undiagnosed, I guess) OCD is getting worse, so if anyone has any tips or tricks for that throw them my way because seeing a psychiatrist in this town is not only the price of a small car, but almost impossible. Everyone’s books are closed, because we’re all a fucking mess apparently idk. They did say they had someone who might find me and my eclectic collection of mental illnesses “interesting” though, so I at least get to send my referral through 🙃

• Lastly, I am once again calling for people to stop drowning. If you come to Australia, please understand how rips work. If you’re not a strong swimmer, don’t swim anywhere there aren’t lifeguards. You are not as safe as you think you are, I promise you. Almost every day there’s been another drowning death that’s been entirely preventable and it’s infuriating, half the time there are kids involved. Don’t put your kids at risk for fuck’s sake. View the below if you’re curious (or coming here). I wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t spot them from front on, most people can’t unless they grew up on the beach, but again, if you can’t that’s why you shouldn’t swim anywhere help can’t get to you. 31 people drowned in four weeks is madness when there are over 600 patrolled beaches in this country. And people worry about the wildlife, good lord.

[soursvgar]

could i please request mammon with a reader who has extreme anxiety, so at first they just followed him around like a duckling would its mother and always looked to him out of everyone for help with things?

~generally, theyre just obviously most comfortable with him and favor him most because of it; being more expressive and stuff around him while being more on the reserved, shy side with the rest of his brothers. id just imagine him pretending to be annoyed but secretly enjoying the attention lolol!

"It is the fear of the unknown that makes you stick to what's familiar, a sense of home in a foreign place."

Mammon x gn! reader (ft. Leviachan)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Home is a place for your heart to rest at ease, and in the depths of the devildom— it simply could not. It is quite the peculiar opportunity you were given, living among creatures who are different from you, and allegedly, stay protected. Perhaps even too good to be a real opportunity, but who can blame the human for fearing for their life? It is in fact, a constant worry for the fragile, feeble human race. It isn't a surprise that you had latched onto the nearest, closest form of a warm human connection you could've achieved in the short time upon your arrival.

Mammon is not like the others. Maybe it’s his withstanding patience, or maybe it’s the deep, intent gaze he's wearing every time you express even an inkling of fear, focusing on validating your emotions while simultaneously, assuring you of your guaranteed safety. With him by your side, you had almost forgotten of your whereabouts, and the creatures lurking around the corners, possibly just waiting for a moment you're alone. For this reason, letting him venture on his own, away from your vicinity, is something you are too afraid to do.

"Human, I told you to stop following me. It's too annoying, I have things to get to- places to be. I can't have ya on my arm all day like a lost puppy." Mammon mutters, shaking his head as you request to accompany him on his schedules. "Why don't ya go play with Levi or something?" He suggests, regretting it almost instantly when he notices your eyes drooping with dejection. However, this is a teaching moment for him, as he expects the rest of his brothers to protect you as well, and to develop some sort of a connection, or a sense of responsibility, at the very least. And with a heavy heart, he leaves.

You're unsure of what you're supposed to do; should you wait in your room, alone? Or is that a bit too- pathetic? You didn't want to use this word, but that is indeed the way you feel. You look down the dim hallway, wondering if you should take up on Mammon's suggestion. After all, he is in fact trying to help, right? And you should, eventually, step out of your shell, because it could be fun- maybe. Your legs are trembling as they lead you right outside the door of Leviathan's room, shaky fingers curl before they make contact with the cold, coated material.

"What is it?" The reply is immediate, flustering you as it sounds querulous enough to make you want to back away. Before you do, however, the door swings open, revealing an impatient looking demon- but his expression changes once he figures who's behind the door. "O-Oh, it's you. I thought it was one of my annoying brothers bothering me while I'm testing one of my new games." Say something, come on. You try to urge yourself, but the sounds just barely come out. "U-Um..." You stutter, hoping Levi doesn't shut the door in your face for taking too long to form a sentence.

"Do you... want to come in?" He offers, widening the gap between the door and it's frame as he gestures for you to enter. You thank him quietly and settle inside, the blue tint giving the room a strangely relaxing aura. "You like it? The colors?" Levi questions shyly, noticing your gaze being fixated on the decor.

It's a slightly awkward encounter to say the least, but if you already had to pick a brother to interact with while forcing yourself out of a crippling social anxiety, Levi is most likely a safe beginner's level choice as he's probably just as sheepish as you, if not more. Moreover, as soon as you start engaging with his hobbies, he does a big chunk of the talking, helping you ease into the situation and making you more comfortable around him by the minute. Perhaps Mammon knew what he was saying.

Time passes rather quickly. Engrossed in the flashing images on the screen, neither you or Levi pay attention when the door creaks open; at least not until an audible sigh is heaved, tearing your eyes away from the game the two of you bickered about. "You really are here..." Mammon breathes in relief. Was he... worried about you? No, it can't be, can it? "Not like I care! Or anything..." He quickly adds. "But I figured I'd find you in your room... waiting." Lowering his tone in the last word, he avoids your eyes.

"I was playing games with Levi!" You approach Mammon, full of glee. He offers a content smile and instinctively reaches to ruffle your hair before retracting his hand back, cheeks tinted at his sudden gesture. "Excuse me? It wasn't just games, it was THE game. Exuberant story telling with a cutthroat plot projected in the latest high definition graphics aspects, the animation is so good it feels like the characters are trying to murder us in real life!!" Leviathan intervenes, thankfully cutting through your blundering interaction with Mammon.

Later that night, Mammon finds yet another silly excuse in order to be let inside your room; sprawled on your bed, he watches as you prepare your backpack for the next day. "Did you have fun with Levi?" He blurts out, causing you to avert your gaze back to him and nod in agreement. "But not too much fun, right?" He raises an eyebrow, seating up from his previous position. "What are you talking about?" You chuckle, accompanying him on the bed as you take a seat next to him.

"Ya know I only rejected you so that you can be closer with the rest of my brothers, right? You need to be bustin' it with other demons here so that ya'll can have fun even when I'm not around. But... I mean, you can't get too comfy with them, ya feel? You're still my human, even if its burdensome to take care of ya-" He pauses, waiting for a reaction from you, but only to be met with silence on your part. "Okay... it's actually not that burdensome- or at all. I like havin' you around and I wouldn't mind if you were hangin' with me all day- but I'm doing this for you! You should show all these peeps what you got, y'know?" Mammon gently tugs on your sheets as he speaks, purposely looking away from you. He twitches at the abrupt sensation of your weight on his shoulder, glancing back at you to realize you are laying your head on him. "I know, you were looking out for me."

He grins, encircling his arm around you to pull you closer. "I'll always look out for you, human."

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 118. brb x oc

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

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She was going to the pharmacy.

So what that she was stalling?

So what the time she did go was because Shells asked her to join in her grocery shopping?

So what that she kept looking at the pregnancy tests all stacked up like they were the only savior in an empty land and she was the castaway begging for help? So what that Nicole also found them nice - colorful boxes - and wanted to look closer? So what that Shells, if she saw it, would never live this down?

Beatrice could feel her headache coming back and she didn’t needed that now.

Nicole still reached for the colorful boxes thinking they were toys, so Beatrice had to walk away from that area to where Shells was, “Did you get everything?” Shells had so much stuff in her cart and was currently thumbing her phone, one hand holding her head up as she looked completely away from the situation, “Shells.”

Her blonde friend just stared down at the phone, laughing at some funny video she saw on Instagram and then going back to her neutral face.

“Oh for–Shells.” She shakes her shoulder which finally snaps the blonde back into reality, her eyes widening and looking around until she finds Beatrice’s gaze - and Nicole’s curious one - “Shells, did you get everything?”

“Huh? Oh,I think so?”

“You think so?”

“I mean yeah, I don’t have a list.” she shrugs casually, “There’s enough food for a month.”

But Beatrice didn’t seem amused, in fact she looked annoyed “Shells,there is a list. In your phone.” she points to the colorful case with her eyebrows still low, “For God’s sake just look into it, it’s in your notes.”

Shells blinked at Beatrice with a little smile, “Seesh,what bit into your ass this morning? Rooster?” Her friend’s cheeks turned red. “Nah, if it was him you’d be feeling over the moon,haha.”

“Shells.” Beatrice begins, “Just…check your list, please.”

“I will,I will…but really, what got you so,” Shells shakes her hands, “Iffy? You look ready to topple me if you weren’t holding Nikki.” and Beatrice felt bad, immediately relaxing her eyebrows and sighing, adjusting Nicole in her grasp.

“Just…an off day, is all.” more like an off week. 

“Hm.”

“Don’t ‘hm’ me.” Beatrice replies, holding Nicole close to her chest and trying her best to not look even more annoyed since her friend noticed her sour expression. it wasn’t Shells’ fault, she was right to call Bea out on her attitude, it wasn’t like she knew what was going on.

And she won’t know. At least not yet.

Because Beatrice was going to ignore it as much as she could, she wasn’t feeling sick anymore therefore there was no need for her to worry about it. “I’m just having an off day,I didn’t have my coffee this morning.” because she was too anxious and Rooster, bless him, believed her when she said she wasn’t that hungry and might go back to sleep after he left.

She didn’t and now she was cranky and wanted some toast.

“Oh so that’s why? Well you big baby, why didn’t you say so?” Shells chuckled, tossing some aspirins into her cart as if it was a basketball and she just made three points, “We can snack on something after we leave.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Ah ah ah! No,I want to.” Shells holds up her finger,”I want to and I will do that.”

Nicole reacted before her mother, throwing her little fists up and squealing happily at what her crazy aunt suggested, bouncing a bit in Beatrice’s arms “Mama! Buhu buh Buh!” she giggled, still bouncing and kicking her legs in such a way that melted Beatrice’s sourness immediately in a blink of an eye.

Beatrice just huffed out a gentle laugh, then nodded at Shells, “Alright, okay Shells.I’ll go with you.” anything to keep her mind out of…things.

She’s been with that thought ever since the weekend and now it’s Wednesday and Christmas is next week and she was still thinking about it. There was no way, no way she was pregnant.

You thought the same when you had Nicole,bambina.

But that was different!

She wasn’t taking her birth control shots then, and she was now. She wrote it down,she knew she went to the clinic. But in reality, she was scared…not to be a mom again, but scared about this being…too much if she was. She wants more kids, she knew that Rooster wanted more kids as well but not so soon,right?

God how would he react if she was pregnant?

What if that was enough to make him upset, because after all, she was taking the birth control shots so they weren’t worried about any other contraception besides it…Beatrice didn’t know how to break the news if the news were that, she didn’t want…him to worry, what if he got upset.

Ugh she shouldn’t be thinking about that.

Beatrice chooses to sniff Nicole’s hair, smiling at the sweet cotton flower scent that hung onto her strands.Their daughter was the cutest, sweetest smelling baby ever and everyone agreed, not only them. She was so happy to see Nicole wriggling about that she almost didn’t hear Shells calling her to the cashier.

After paying they went to a bakery close by, it wasn’t Rizzo’s but it was another good one…with fancy pastries that looked like they were worth more than her rent. She didn’t know why Shells chose this place, maybe because it was the closest one to the grocery store and Shells wasn’t feeling like driving too far.

Beatrice held Nicole close to her chest when they walked in, trying to not glare at the group of people that looked her way when they noticed the baby. It was one of those hip places that kids weren’t really often seen…nice.

Shells didn’t care, in fact she had a feeling if she noticed more people looking over she’d just bark at them - more like ‘zombie growl’, it worked many times before when dealing with creeps at the few college parties they’ve been to - and make them look away. Beatrice however was very thankful when the staff offered a booster seat to Nicole, her daughter trying to mimic the ‘thank you’ but it didn’t come out as an actual sentence.

“Ah!” Shells exclaimed once she sat down, propping her hands behind her head and crossing her legs under the table, “Nice place.”

“It is.” Beatrice smiles in thanks when the female server comes with the booster seat, Bea telling her that she could set it up - she didn’t want to prevent the girl from working after all - “Can you hold Nikki for me so I can set the seat up?”

“Yes!” Shells straightened her body and picked the little baby up, Nicole was still getting used to Shells - amazingly of all of Beatrice’s friends, it was her that Nikki was confused the most whenever she was around - but she did hold onto the blonde’s neck as Beatrice put the booster seat up, “Look at you, hi baby!” Shells coos, gently tickling the little girl’s tummy and smiling when she giggled, “You look so precious, yes you do- so, how are you feeling?”

“About what?” Beatrice was looking at the seat instead of Shells.

“About Nikki’s new buddy. Excited?”

It takes a few seconds for Beatrice to translate what Shells meant, the brunette genuinely stood still like a statue while looking at the ground in shock. Buddy? What buddy? Wait, was Shells suspicious? What if she was? What if Beatrice was showing more than she thought? Maybe she should test it sooner, maybe-

And then it hit her.

She was talking about Evelyn’s baby.

“Oh,ah,hah. I-I am excited…um,I know Ev is too.” and she hoped her voice wasn’t too shaky when she said that because Shells could identify the fear in her voice when she spoke, “You know she’s changed her mind on the baby shower and everything.”

“Yeah,I know, plus Nikki won’t be alone for too long,huh?”

Again Beatrice swallowed hard, then slapped on a smile before turning around to pick Nicole from Shells’ hands, “Ah, yeah,she won’t.”

“Mama!” Nicole wriggles a bit, kicking her little legs and smiling towards Beatrice, “Mama!’

“Yes,I know,honey, you’ll have….friends.” she swallowed again, then cleared her throat as she put Nicole in the booster seat and then sat down next to her, opening her bag to pick the baby food she always had on hand whenever they had to stop for a lunch break.

She didn’t look up at Shells again and her friend squinted her eyes, pursed her lips and tapped her finger on the table as she watched Beatrice. She knew her best friend way too well, it was easy to know when she was hiding something because Beatrice was an open book when it came to her expressions, “So…” she begins, opening the menu to check what was on that morning, “How…are you and Rooster?”

Beatrice flicks her eyes towards the other woman briefly,”Fine.” she answers, tying the bib around Nicole’s neck before popping the baby food container open, “We’re fine, how are you and Bob?”

“Pretty good, can’t complain, still enjoying the double act that Bob is…won’t go into detail because of the little one there but you know what I mean.”

“I do.”

“But I mean…how are you guys? What was the reason for you to skip breakfast?”

Anxiety. “Nothing.” pure raw anxiety and fear, “Just didn’t feel like having it this morning.”

“And Rooster was okay with that? He’d probably feed you himself if he didn’t notice it…and he noticed it,I know he did.”

“Just woke up weird.” she murmurs, clicking the foldable spoon open to dip into the carrot puree and feed Nikki, her little daughter was already so excited she opened her mouth seconds before she could even see the spoon, “And I didn’t want him to worry, is all.”

“Bea.”

“What?”

“Are you hiding something?”

Was she? She didn’t even know if she was after all she REFUSED to take the test and be sure. She knew it’d be the right thing to do, but she was terrified…maybe if she talked to Rooster…maybe he’d calm her down?

Maybe she could also call her doctor to be sure, maybe even Hannah since that’s her job as well, “I’m not hiding anything.” it was…true. In a way, she didn’t know if she was hiding anything after all, “I’m just having an off day,I told you.”

“Well you just look…weird, that’s all.”

“I’m probably tired.” she throws the excuse in the air, “We’re getting ready for Christmas next week- are you coming,by the way?” quick,change the subject.

Shells tsked, looking to the side, “We’re visiting Bob’s family this year, maybe next year Bea. But I appreciate you inviting my aunt and Melia,I know they’ll have a lot of fun too.”

And after that they are going to Virginia, so she could set her plan in motion as well…there was so much in her brain and this sudden doubt wasn’t helping.

One more reason to test, bambina…what’s the worst that could happen?

She hated how her nonna’s disembodied voice was right. Beatrice sighed through her nose, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Yeah…they will. Anyway, we better eat something. Right?”

“Sure thing!”

-

She managed to get into the pharmacy without Shells noticing. How, one might ask, simply saying she needed to use the bathroom and if she could keep an eye on Nicole as she walked inside the supermarket while her friend stayed in the car far away from anyone’s view.

Beatrice’s hands were shaking after she paid for the three tests, shoving them so deeply in her bag that she almost hurt herself. And now she was just looking at the colorful boxes inside, biting her lower lip and formulating a plan.

“Okay.’ she begins, rubbing her temples and pacing back and forth, Nicole and the dogs following her with their eyes as she walked around the living room, “I can do it in the morning, when your dad isn’t here, then check…if it’s negative,I’ll just throw it away before he sees it…if it’s positive…” 

She’d have to tell Rooster, one way or another.

“He wouldn’t be mad,right?” she murmurs as she picks her bag up and opens a bit more, the tests were tucked under her wallet and keys, “He’d understand…he wants more kids.”

But oh…so soon? Remember…you were on birth control, or were you? Are you dumb and forgot? Probably.

Beatrice tsked, looking down at the tests “I will figure it out, there’s no need to worry-”

“Babe?”

Beatrice never threw her bag away from her so quickly, it slammed on the wall with a loud ‘thud!’ and slid behind the couch closest to the window, her eyes wide as the dogs hurried to the front door to greet Rooster and Nicole squealed the second she heard her father’s voice.

Normally Beatrice would pluck her up from her bouncer to greet Rooster as well, but she stood immobile like a fawn ready to be shot in the middle of their living room. She just stood there,wide eyed and silent, swallowing hard as she heard his boots on the floor.

His smiling face greeted her and he dropped everything he was holding, “My fuckin’ baby,c’mere.” he immediately rushed over to her, picking her up from under her ass and kissing her lips repeatedly. Beatrice made a sound of surprise but kissed him back,laughing as he kept their lips locked.

‘Rooster!” she giggles when he breaks away, “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing.” he replies, pecking her lips again, “I just had to kiss you, fuck you are so beautiful and you are always so hot, I’m going to kiss you again.”

“Dada!”

Both of them looked at Nicole who just appeared to be distraught because she was left out, “Oh,my birdie I’m so sorry.” he gently put Beatrice down, tapping her ass cheeks with his hands before he turns around to pick Nicole up, kissing her soft cheeks and grinning against her skin when she started to giggle, “I missed your cute little laugh too, yes I did!”

God that scene was too cute.

And it could repeat itself before- she snapped her gaze to the couch where her bag was behind, then back towards Rooster, she had to grab it before he found it in some way, “How was work?”

“Work was,” he lifts Nicole above his head, smiling at her squealed laugh,”Great, I talked to Mav, he’s coming next week and he said he’s bringing me a gift.”

“A gift?”

‘Yes, to me specifically. I don’t know what it is but it seems important.”

Beatrice’s worry dimmed into a smile when her husband said that, it was so sweet that Pete was trying his best to connect with Rooster again and she knew Bradley appreciated it more than he showed. His eyes were shining a lot more too, it was just a matter of time until they got back to what they were used to, “That’s great Roos.”

“Yeah,oh,also,we need to go Christmas shopping.” he adds, “We didn’t yet.”

“...oh my God you are right. We need to go this weekend.” he looked so happy when he said that too, she didn’t know why but he was almost beaming.

“it’ll be our very first Christmas,together,as a family.” he whispered, his eyelids lowering as he looked at Nikki, her tiny hands touching his face and he, in turn,kissed those minuscule palms of hers and nuzzled her skin, “...I…I’m excited for it.”

She felt terrible because of course he’d be happy.

She remembers him saying that he hadn’t celebrated Christmas in a long while when they got together, especially with a family. It was one thing to share with Mav and her own relatives, it was something else entirely when it came to them. To Bea,Rooster,Nicole and the dogs, their little circle, their little family bubble.

Of course he’d be happy and excited and ready to have a great Christmas with them.

Beatrice’s smile softened and she approached him, kissing his jawline,”I know,I’m excited too…” she also wanted to push him away from the living room,”Anyway…hungry?I can make us dinner.” and she looks back at the couch as they walk away, furrowing her brows.