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bro it's actually so annoying seeing neil gaiman mentions randomly in stuff now where i used to be excited before.
picked up a copy of fahrenheit 451 (good book, currently reading) and it's not supposed to be about him but he's got an intro section in this book man.
like i don't know what to think, feel. good omens was my lifeline for so long that neil gaiman became my favorite author when i explored his work. i loved the dark vibes about it and stuff, but now it's got me reexamining everything like it's been poisoned.
i still believe in the merit of stuff like good omens and i still have an appreciation for the stuff he made already but it's like i've been soured by all the news of him being a rapist. which i suppose is fair.
but now i see him randomly IN STUFF I DONT EVEN EXPECT HIM IN
i vaguely remember reading a short story where ray bradbury was listed as a huge inspo or something for neil and neil visited ray bradbury or something. so that's why neil's in my world classic book, but it's still annoying. doesn't taint fahrenheit 451 (once again, good book) but it's annoying how his intro words feel horribly wonky to me. i didn't even read the intro i just skipped to the ray bradbury story i wanted to read.
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i still own a few of his books, i still own good omens merch (including neil's scriptbook too)
i get the whole "separate the art from artist" and i believe in it but it's damn different because this man was like. my role model for cool writing. and i liked the stuff he's made. i still love good omens (hence why im still rbing occasional posts) but i dont think i'll view it the same, even if s3 will not have him in it. a lot of his stories are very affecting like they changed my life (i LOVED ocean at the end of the lane) and he got me reading all his short stories when i read trigger warning (which i own a forever copy of in my home). ive read every single one in there and then borrowed other short story collections.
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on the one hand this sucks but i've gained some life lessons from it. one time i made the curse/blessing (both at the same time) of posting a question on reddit asking whether there was physical evidence because i guess i was in denial? i was trying to rationalize everything in a frankly unrationalizable situation, and half the people shouted at me thinking i was a rape apologist (i was asking if there was more evidence that i havent seen because i used to be on the fence but leaning toward believin the survivors) and the other half actually took me at my word and gave me solid advice on how to understand everything (the latter i thank so much for seeing the confusion in everything and answering the real question i had).
like if i've learned anything is that this sucks. you CANT rationalize it and also that i'm not very good at understanding the big social picture and it took me mentioning being autistic to realize "man, the neurodevelopmental disorder that makes you bad at socializing affects how you interact with others in a greater social context!" (and also for half the redditors to realize that i wasn't trying to be mean) who knew. but hey some nice commenters genuinely woke me up and gave me actual viable advice that's actually useful and ive learned so much from that it's crazy.
that;s probably my only positive though. i still get icky looking at some stuff he wrote and was a part of but i suppose im getting thru this in my own way and i'll figure it out.
#posts#every day i reevaluate my relationship with an author i used to consider the only “favorite”#mainly hes the only author ive ever consistently read books from#like every other author ive read once or enough to finish a book series and that's it#and then id deviate from other works#but not neil#but now fuck neil#so then what do i do with all this [jshfsegfe] inside me#neil gaiman#neil gaiman allegations#woah this turned into a rant huh
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REPLACED
Newjeans Minji x male reader smut
Quickfire challenge 1. Thank you @midnightdancingsol
The prompt: "You know why this happened, @capslocked – yes, you."
Masterlist word count: 3,911 Kofi(donations/commissions)
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It's all a matter of perspective. From one side of the room, the world is calm.
And the other? Well, that's Minji.
“Want to know the one thing worse than outright rejection?”
Minji has barely walked in the door and she is already shouting off in riddles. She's standing in the doorway, her hair wet from the rain and a little bit tangled just above her shoulders. The water on her overshirt is so deeply sodden into the fabric that it weighs on her. It sticks to her skin that's so clearly visible underneath the LED spotlight above her and her face is twisted in this way of pure irritation that you've rarely seen. It's almost comical.
Or it would be if she wasn't throwing her bag on the floor with an almighty thud and a little yelp from the floorboards below.
“Minji?” is all you say in some hushed tone as you sit on the armchair by the window, hot drink in one hand and your phone in the other as the world passes by in the distance, drowned in downpour.
You look up to watch Minji as she shouts, "How about getting a part, only for it to be taken away? Being promised the world and then having it rug-pulled so you fall flat on your fucking face?!"
Now, Minji never swears in anger. And never means never (again, in anger, specifically). So, it's pretty much a sign of the end of the world when she does. She's kicking off her shoes now, throwing them in the direction of the door and they clatter on the floor like the battering of a drum.
"I—uh."
"You—uh," she mocks, taking a step forward.
"Woah. Minji. What happened?" You ask, setting down the phone on the sill of the window. Minji's stomping her way toward you. Her eyes are wide and filled with something you haven't quite seen before.
"This complete—"there are some sounds from her mouth but they don’t quite resemble words"—shit for a fuck brain!" See, Minji never swears like this, so she's so bad at it that it's laughable.
"That bad, huh?"
"Oh, it's a great idea; an amazing concept. I'll write you a fantastic character and it will be romantic and hot and everyone will love it," Minji rants in some sarcastic tone while peeling her shirt off her skin and piling it onto the hardwood floor. She stands in only her sports bra with her arms raised and her voice in high pitch, mocking. "Except, you're not good enough. Oh, no. I have to give the part to this other girl. She's prettier and nicer and just better than you!"
"Ouch." You say, watching as she flops onto the couch opposite. The coffee table in between you is a lousy line of defence. Her socks have little splatters of rainwater on them and not too far above that, her skirt sits just above the knee.
"Oh, shut up," she replies.
"Minji." You throw her a look that says 'Stop taking it out on me', which she understands, but it only gets her to fold her arms dramatically with a little huff and a puff from her mouth, followed by a pout. Then you ask her, "What part even was this? TV?"
"Not exactly."
"An ad? Video game? Movie?"
"Fanfiction."
Fanfiction.
"What?" You blink, to which Minji sighs and rolls her eyes, head tilted to the ground.
"Fanfiction."
"A fanfiction?" you question again. It’s not like you misheard, it’s just an utterly strange thing for her to be so pent up on.
"Don't say it like that." She snaps, leaning back into the chair and crossing her legs so one of her little rain-splattered socks is suspended in the air, and she twists and turns her foot impatiently.
"Just trying to figure out why you're so annoyed about fanfiction."
"Because the guy's a complete moron."
"Probably," you say, drawing your mug of coffee close to your lips. You blow on the surface and Minji is silent. You wait, the steam is coming off the top and through it, you watch her as she thinks as her eyebrows furrow together. Minji shifts in her seat again, the annoyance making her chronically uncomfortable.
"He replaced me!" She shouts, slamming her hands into the arms of the chair and then Minji stands. She takes a few steps and then stops and turns to face you, her eyebrows furrowed and her arms folded, her legs are slightly apart and she's tapping her foot.
"Does he think I'm not pretty enough? Not funny enough? Not sexy enough? Does he think that I wouldn't be good enough at what he wants me to do, hm? So he doesn't want to write me sucking a dick? Well, screw him. Fucking Capslocked."
You're not sure what's going on here, so you're just sitting back and watching her, coffee nestled in your hand and feet propped on the table. She's standing still, waiting for you to say something, anything, and when you don't, she begins to pace.
"Why would he change his mind and just decide that someone else is better than me? What, does he not like my body? Do you not like my body?"
"Your body is fantastic." You say, taking another sip of the coffee.
"Yeah, and don't you forget it." She snaps, stopping again and placing her hands on her hips, either side of that exposed waistline.
"The fuck kind of name is 'Capslocked' anyway?" You mutter, mostly to yourself. Minji doesn't reply, but you see her take a step closer to you.
"And," Minji begins and then pauses, you look up at her and she's just staring. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is a little laboured, her chest rising and falling with each breath. There's a pause. Her tongue runs over her lips and you can see her thinking—gears grinding inside her head.
"And?" you ask.
"Shut up," she hisses, kicking your leg so your feet fall from the coffee table and you almost spill the drink down yourself. She places her hands on your knees, bending over to you.
"Minji, my drink—"
"Shh." her hair falls across her face, a black silk drape half-covering the expression beneath. There's an anger under there, something she's trying to push back down, but it's not quite working. Her nails dig into your thighs as she pushes them apart, and the steam rises again above the surface of the liquid in your cup. Minji is too busy running her hand along your crotch.
"What're you—"
"Replaced me," she repeats to herself, a little huff leaving her as she slips down onto her knees. "Fucking replaced me."
"Minji, I'm sure he—"
"I don't care. Shut up. I'm not talking to you." Her hands are shaking, whether from frustration or some other confused feeling that burns under her skin. Probably a mix of many feelings. They're fumbling at the button of your jeans and she's tugging down the zip, her teeth bared. You're watching, and it's as if she is possessed.
Your heartbeat is thunderous in your ears, the heat is rising and Minji is pushing her hair out of her face.
"I'm gonna do this so well."
"You always do."
"I said stop talking. So. Stop. Talking," she sounds out each word with authority, her eyes wide and angry. Minji is pushing down the fabric and reaching into the opening in your underwear. She wraps her fingers around you, the cool touch of her skin making you jerk.
"Minji, my drink." Your hand trembles slightly as you try not to spill it. Minji doesn't listen. She pulls you free. A low hum leaves her throat as she licks her lips and leans forward. Her warm breath is ghosting over you, her eyes are closed and there's a little smirk on her lips. Your cock is only halfway to hard and her hand is wantingly trying to coax you into arousal.
It doesn't take much. It never does with Minji.
"Fuck," you groan, the sound of your voice making her look up.
"Don't," she replies, a warning in her eyes. Minji's hand is moving up and down and it's not with that same gentle caress she usually has.
"God, Minji."
"Quiet." She stops, her lips are pouted and her eyes are locked onto you. Her hand is around you, the pressure is gentle, but it's enough to hold you. You're frozen there a moment, her eyes are staring right through you and you're not entirely sure what's going to happen. "Don't say a word, and don’t spill your drink,” she tells you, her free hand rubbing your thigh.
"Minji—"
"Don't." She whispers, her tongue licking over the surface of her lip. Her mouth opens, and she's leaning in. The warmth of her breath is making the muscles of your abdomen twitch and your head spin. Her tongue is the first thing that touches you. She's holding you still, and the head of your cock is resting on her bottom lip, and the feeling of the smooth surface makes you want to thrust forward, but Minji's hand holds you firm.
You bite your lip as Minji's tongue swirls around the tip. It's light and soft and sends electricity through your nerves. You groan ever so slightly and she looks up at you, her eyes narrowed. Your knuckles whiten as you grip the mug, her hair tickling the inside of your thigh as she lowers her head.
Her tongue runs along the underside and pastes your cock with a wetness. The hand around you moves down, and she takes you in. Her mouth is heaven, and her lips the closing gates. You let out a deep sigh, your chest heaving, and Minji's free hand slides up the inside of your shirt, her nails grazing your skin.
Her mouth moves, her lips tightening, and the movement is slow. It's torturous and the sensation of her tongue swirling around the underside of your cock sends you spiralling. Minji knows this, and she's looking up at you. You want to touch her; you want to tangle your fingers into her hair; you want to grab her and pull her against you.
But her eyes speak many words left unspoken. They command your stillness, your silence, and your complete submission.
Minji is working her mouth over you, and her hand is stroking you, up and down and up and down. She's bobbing her head and humming slightly. The melody is almost hypnotic but sounds as if being played by force rather than elegance.
Her scratches are harder than ever and it feels like fire across your chest. Your toes are curling and your head is thrown back. The heat from the mug permeates into your skin as you grip it tighter.
"Ah, Minji." You moan. Minji stops, looking up at you. There's a drop of spit on her lip, and her face is flushed. You're not sure what to do. She's glaring, and she's holding you. Your heart is beating like the hammer of a drum and just above it, her nails grip, threatening to pierce through flesh.
"I said quiet." Words laced with venom. She digs somehow deeper into your chest as she pushes herself to her feet. "Now, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until I scream and you're going to stay quiet."
You're not quite sure what's happening. This is a Minji you have seldom seen before, but it's all happening so fast. She's pulling up her skirt, sliding down her panties, and she's kicking them off so the fabric lands somewhere to the side. She's stepping forward and her knees are touching the armrests. Closer and closer she comes with her eyes fixed on you.
Your mouth is dry, and her fingers are on your jaw. Her eyes bore holes in your own and she's lowering herself. In a moment of weakness, you throw a glance at your hand, still holding the half-full cup. There's an angry sound from Minji and she snarls, "Focus on me."
Minji swipes her arm at the cup, sending it flying. You watch the arc of the cup and the contents spill across the floor. She's not waiting, she's not looking. There’s not an ounce of concern within her for something so trivial.
You feel the soft wetness of her sex on your tip, she's rubbing herself on the head, the moisture spreading along the underside and Minji's face is screwed up in pleasure and her legs are shaking. She's panting and moaning and she's trying to slide down.
"Minji, are you—"
She thrusts her hand over your mouth with a growl and wild eyes. Her nails are biting into your cheek. "Not. Another. Word."
Minji's other hand is on your shoulder; using it for balance as she tries to move herself. She's lowering herself down and the head of your cock slips into her.
She's so warm. So unbelievably wet. Minji gasps and her back arches and her breasts heave beneath her slightly see-through sports top as she breathes. Her nails dig deeper into your flesh, her lips are parted and her head is thrown back, leaving her throat exposed—a pale expanse of milky perfection.
"Oh, God," she moans, the sound reverberating around the room as she slowly sinks and the walls of her cunt are tight on you. So tight. She trembles as she speaks. "You can't replace this."
Her skirt is around her waist, the material covering the sight of where your bodies meet. But you can feel it; you can feel every little movement she makes.
"I'm so wet."
So fucking wet.
"You're so hard."
Hard. So hard.
"How could anyone replace this?"
How? How could you possibly replace this?
Her cries are shrill, and the heat of her is all around you. It's the only thing you can focus on—her. You try to answer, but your words never make it past the hand on your mouth. She's panting, and her hair is wild, her eyes wide and her mouth open. And she's just riding until she can't no more. Until her muscles grow weak and until her cum leaks between her legs.
"This is what they want, isn't it? They want to fuck me. Riding them. On my knees. They want me bent over the table, or against the wall, or—or—fuck!" Her words are sharp and punctuated with gasps and moans. "Want me to cum—" she trails off into something close to a scream, her body convulsing. Her back is arched and her hips are pressed down onto yours.
She's grinding into you, and you can feel her clench around your cock. Your head is swimming, and your hips are jerking. You can't breathe. Her fingers are loosening their hold on your mouth, but you dare not speak. You're not even sure if you can.
Minji's hand is moving, sliding down your cheek, around your jaw and then gripping on your neck. She admires the red claw marks on your cheek.
"That's right," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "They want to fuck me, don't they? They all read and write those filthy little stories and keep dreaming of the impossible. But that fucker won’t write it for them."
You can only sit and take in the way that she is glowing with the sweat, the light catching her skin and highlighting the contours of her face and her collarbone. Her small top clings to her sticky chest and leaves so very little to the imagination. Through it you see the smooth curve of her breasts, the stiffness of her nipples and below it the ridges of her toned abdomen that flexes with her slowing grind.
She's climbing off you now and pulling you up from your seat. Her arms are around your neck and her eyes are on yours. You're staring into the depth of her eyes, the black pupils large and the irises a warm, golden honey.
"You're not going to replace me, are you?"
"Never."
"Good."
She leans back a little and pulls your shirt up until it's around your neck. She pulls it to your mouth, feeding the fabric into it before tying some sort of makeshift knot behind your head. "Now. Not another word." Minji pulls off her own top, peeling it away from her sweat-soaked skin.
You watch as she takes a few steps back; her cotton-hugged feet on the ground, her skirt falling back over those long legs and her hands on the hem of the fabric. She's smiling at you, a wide and wicked grin. You watch her and she's watching you. She's pulling it up now and her hands are underneath it. She turns to the window. "Now you're going to pin me against this window and do me, aren't you? Nod if you are."
You nod.
Minji giggles, throwing a look over her shoulder. "I'm the best, aren't I?"
Minji doesn't wait for you to nod again. She turns away and looks out the window—the city is alive. The rain is falling; the lights are flickering and cars are passing by far below. Minji is leaning her forehead against the glass, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly agape. Her hair is wild and messy and the light is illuminating her.
You're stepping towards her, one hand on her back, the other sliding over the curve of her ass. You can see her reflection, the smile on her lips. Her hands are on the glass, palms flat, and you're sliding a hand between her legs and over her wet, sensitive skin.
She's shivering and letting out little gasps as your fingers dance along the flesh and your fingertips tease her folds. She's whimpering, and the sound makes your cock twitch.
"Fuck me," Minji whispers, her nails scratching the window. You can't deny a woman so insatiable.
You adjust your jaw; it's so uncomfortably pinned open and you're unable to say a word. You can't tell her just how nice that ass is and how the view inside the window makes a mockery of the one outside. You can't tell her how her hair is so beautiful, or how her eyes are the prettiest you've ever seen. You can't tell her anything.
But you can tell her in another way—through touch. The thought sends a chill down your spine and your teeth sink into the material of the shirt. Minji's whining and you're slipping your fingers between her lips. She's hot, and the heat is dripping from her. It's on your fingers and it's soaking into your palm.
Minji is moving her hips, trying to find purchase on your fingers, the tip of one brushing her clit. She gasps and throws her head back. You're sliding a finger inside her, the movement easy and Minji is bucking her hips, her body trying to pull you further and deeper.
"Fuck me like I'm the only woman in the world. Like you'll die if you don't fuck me. Like there's no one else in the world who can make you feel like I do."
You're pushing her against the window, the foggy condensation from her breath and the heat of her body mar the surface. Minji is laughing—the hot and breathy kind of laugh—as you press her into the glass.
"That's it. Come on. Fuck me now,” she orders and just like that, you're doing it. She's moaning and her back arches. You're inside her and the tightness is enough to make you come undone. You're pressing her harder and harder against the window.
"That's it. Oh, yes. Harder. That's what they all want."
You're slamming into her, and she's taking it. You're not holding back. Minji is moaning and her fingers are curling, nails raking. Her voice is echoing in the room and the sound makes your skin prickle.
"They all want me like this. Bent over and begging. Oh, fuck yes."
"They can't have you." You growl through the shirt, your teeth tearing into the fabric.
"No." Minji screams, "They can't have me. They can't touch me. He can't touch me. Won't even write about me. If only he could see me now. I bet he would change his mind. Wouldn't you?"
You fuck her until the muscles in the back of your legs stiffen. You fuck her until she's screaming. You fuck her until the glass is a mess of fingerprints, sweat, and spit. Until the golden skin of her back glows with moisture.
You fuck her until your vision starts to fade and your heartbeat is so loud in your ears that it’s unbearable. You fuck her until you can't anymore.
And she's still going, her screams echoing and her body writhing against yours, and it's all too much. You need to release, and it needs to be inside Minji.
You're coming undone and your hips jerk and stutter and Minji's body is convulsing. Your cum is spilling into her, and she's cumming again and she's screaming, the sound so shrill that it hurts. You're groaning and she's shaking, the walls of her cunt clenching and drawing your orgasm out until you can't think and you can't breathe and everything is both too much and not enough.
Leaning forward so her back is flush with your chest, and she is truly pinned. Your breathing is hard, and hers is heavy and the two of you stay there for a while, frozen in ecstasy. The room absorbs the sound of your combined pants, the rain and the distant hum of the city.
Minji is the first to move, twisting herself free from the weight of your body against her. Your cock slides out. The feeling of the cool air and the absence of her body sends a shiver through you. You stumble, the shirt falling from your mouth and your vision is blurry.
Minji is laughing and you're looking at her as she is plucking away the strands of hair which stick to her face. And when she finishes, Minji steps forward and slaps you. "I told you not to make a mess."
"Minji, you made the mess."
"Shut up."
"But I—"
She grabs you by the neck and kisses you. Her lips are hot and the kiss is hungry and messy. Her tongue is in your mouth and her hands are all over you. The kiss is hard and deep and it's leaving you breathless.
She's pulling you to the ground, her legs wrapping around you and your hand is on her thigh. The heat of her core is against you and her nails are digging into your back. She's biting your lip, and she's pushing you over onto your back.
She's straddling you. Her hands are on your chest, her palms pressing down.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" you pant. Minji's looking at you with a disregard for your words.
Your cock is so tender under her rough motions, and there’s no stopping your whimper. Minji is smiling, and the sight is so sweet. "Are you complaining?"
"No," you manage to say, as a shiver runs down your spine as she lowers herself and brushes her lips against your ear.
Her tongue is running over your earlobe and she's nibbling at the sensitive flesh. Her hands are on your shoulders and her legs are squeezing your waist. "Good boy. We're not done. Not even close."
#minji smut#kpop smut#male reader#kpop fanfic#m reader#newjeans smut#kpop fanfiction#minji x reader#smut
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Lab partners
The mission was supposed to be easy. Just sneak into the villains base, grab the research papers, and get out. It was supposed to be simple, in and out! The Hero was just about to walk out of the lab and turn the corner when they heard a something whoosh towards them and felt a pinch in their neck.
Shit..
They pulled out the dart with a wince, looking down at it in horror.
“There you are, you little thief.” They heard Villain speak behind them. They were decked out and their lab coat as per usual, their messy hair falling past their shoulders.
“V-..Villain?..” The hero stumbled back, swaying a bit as they took them in.
“Feeling a bit dizzy, are we? Oh look, now you’re creasing the documents!”
Hero hadn’t even realized they were bracing themself on the wall, the papers getting smooshed between it and their fingers. They were completely helpless as Villain strutted over to them and snatched them out of their hands.
“Do you have any idea how much research it took to finalize these? So much trial and error..failed experiments..set backs! ” The villain rants, waving the papers in front of their face. “No, of course you don’t. Heroes like you always underestimate the importance of science. The dedication and work I’ve put into making these new discoveries! Discoveries, Hero, that could change our world as we know it!”
The villain said with a firm grip on Hero’s shoulders. Even through their daze, hero could see that intense, zealous look in their eyes Villain would always get when they talked about their work. “Hey…at least they’re passionate!” Hero would always think, they found a sort of understanding with Villain. They recognized that determination they had, Hero had it too.
But right now Hero couldn’t very much determine anything, besides from the fact that they needed to get out of there, they couldn’t past out like this! Not in front of Villain! They almost lost their balance as they attempted to stumble back from the Villain, but just as they felt their knees buckling Villain was there to swiftly catch them, holding them up by the waist.
“Woah woah woah, easy there. We wouldn’t want you falling into the chemical cabinet, now would we?”
“Nngh..” the Hero whimpered, desperately trying to pull away from Villain and keep their eyes open.
“Huh..” Villain mumbled, studying Hero’s half-conscious face. A smirk appearing on their own. “You know what, I think I know exactly what I’m going to do with you.”
Hero felt their world turn upside down as Villain hoisted them over their shoulder. The groaned in disagreement but their world was slowly fading to black. The last thing Hero felt was the coolness of the metal slab they were being placed on.
“I’ve been needing some help in the lab, and I think I know the perfect volunteer.” The Villain said almost giddily, running a knuckle over the Hero’s cheek.
“Goodnight~.. My little test subject.”
#writing prompt#writing#villain x hero#heros and villains#whump#hero x villain#hero x villian prompt#writblr#mad scientist#superhero whump#noncon drugging#creepy whumper#obsessed villain#mad scientist villain#tranquilizer dart
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Hi I want to request Spn boys dating someone who is a few years younger than them (They almost have to be in crowley and castiels case) and they sometimes use slang that they don't get at all. I loved the way your wrote Gabriel in latest work so could you add him.
I understood that reference! (SPN pref!) 🩷
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A/n: hi anon! i love this idea!! i hope you enjoy :)
warnings: swearing, modern vine/tiktok references
Dean:
“no, y/n!! you don’t understand! this is important, you could’ve died back there!! you need to be more careful! i’m tired of-“
“no need to shout. no need to yell. shut your eyes, take a deep breath.”
“…”
“aww look! you’ve gone all quiet.”
“what the fuck was that?”
you take it to your advantage when he’s arguing and just slip in some vine references (idk if anyone understands that one but i love it.)
“y/n, you want avocados on your toast like a heathen?”
“it’s an avocado! yayyy!”
“are you having a stroke? it’s just an avocado.”
one time a demon came through and a fight broke out and the table broke
“the tables broken. i’ll have to go out and get a new one in the morn-“
“oh no!! our table! it’s broken!!”
“…i just said that.”
the poor man is SO confused
Sam:
side. eye.
he’s flabbergasted
let’s say he’s mad about something okay?
he’s ranting and ranting and then he turns to you
“woah. calm down there jamahl. don’t pull out the nine!”
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he’s giggling tho
he thinks it’s entertaining how you just say things for fun and it confuses everyone in the room
also also also
he tells you the most depressing news about the world and you go
“oh. slay.”
“slay? i just told you 20 people died y/n are you okay? are you high?”
“i wish i was.”
“what.”
lmfao i’m sorry but imagine in the middle of a hunt you get punched in the face by a demon or something and he turns to you and
“you okay?”
“oh! oh! call an ambulance! call an ambulance! but not for me!!!”
and then you kill it.
he falls in love even more.
Castiel:
poor baby is so confused
“where are you going, y/n?”
“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.”
“w-what? weather boy? i’m an angel of the lord-“
it’s not even vine. if you use slang he is so confused
“she thought she ate that up.”
“ate what up? what was she eating y/n?”
“no… no she wasn’t eat-“
you do it just to mess with him lol
“cas, you’re such a snack.”
“huh?”
your humor makes him so confused
“cas! look at this video of a gerbil running up to the camera and it freezes right on his dumb face.”
“y/n you concern me.”
“i was laughing for ten minutes.”
crowley:
he is so confused
he thinks your dying
but he also just goes along with it
any vine references he giggles a little bit ngl
he thinks you’re so funny even if he dosent get it too much LMFAOO
he gives you the look every time you reference something.
“was that a vine thing?”
he says meme like sebastian stan
“mee-me.”
“was that a mee-me?”
“meme, crowley.”
“oh. meeh-me.”
“no🩷.”
i’m cackling
i feel like he sucks at texting bro.
“hey bestie how was ur day?” - you
“good bestie i am not your bestie i am crowley your lover”
“use punctuation.”
he dosent understand your new language but he tries to keep up.
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Hello! If you haven’t yet I was thinking for fluffy Friday I could leave a suggestion
So Hobie is doing work as reader is watching their favourite slow burn Romcom but readers get all frustrated when the characters that have been pinning over each other for 3 whole seasons still haven’t kiss
You can tweak anything about this btw!
Thank you for requesting, angel! ❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, some swearing, FLUFF.
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“Arrghh!” You bite your pillow in frustration. The sound makes Hobie look up from fiddling with his web shooters on the kitchen table.
It's a quiet night in your shared flat, save for the mutterings on the telly and Hobie’s tools clunking and squeaking. The atmosphere is relaxed, added with the smell of popcorn and skittles mixed in, it truly feels like you're in the movies without the company of a large crowd of course. It's just you, Hobie and the couple on your favourite show that's been pining for each other for the past three seasons. Frustration doesn't cut it anymore, you're pissed. You just want them to just kiss and finally start their life together. But alas it just doesn't work like that, the yearning always gets to you, makes your stomach flip from all the tantalizing stares, entertaining banter and lingering touches. You commend the actors’ chemistry but you would like it very much for them to just snog each other, or at least confess.
You sit with your legs crossed over the other, fluffy socks tickling your bare legs. He looks at the back of your shaking head curiously, the telly's blue light casting a halo around you.
Hobie drops what he's doing, mechanical parts clinking on the wooden table. He turns off his lamp, promptly sauntering over to you. Draping himself over the back of the couch, his body folded in half just to look at the angry face you're making.
“Does that pillow taste good, lovey?” He picks up a popcorn, flicking it inside his mouth. Chewing, he tugs at the pillow you're currently munching on. “Why make popcorn when you've got our throw pillow, huh?”
“I'm fucking seething” sure enough, you grit your teeth, letting the poor pillow go.
“Not at me right?”
You scrunch your nose, “No, I'm not mad at you. Why? Is there something you did?” twisting your body, you look behind you, expecting a fire right on the table. It wouldn't be the first time.
You exhale out a relieved breath after finding the kitchen still intact and fire free.
“No? Not that I can think of” Hobie mumbles out.
“What's that?”
“Nothin'. Why are you mad?” He pokes your side.
“Because!” You gesture wildly at the telly. “These bitches are so stupid!”
Hobie laughs loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Woah, language!” He jokes, earning you a soft chuckle. “What did those ‘bitches’ do to make you this angry?”
“They haven't even confessed to each other yet and it's been three fucking seasons of pining and longing! It's driving me nuts!” You wave your hands dramatically.
He looks at you with a half smile and a twinkle in his eyes the entire time you were ranting. Hobie slides his hand to your upper arm, rubbing affectionately to calm the fire in you.
You sigh, bumping your head to his, leaning towards his touch. “Sorry, too much?”
“Nah, I like it when you're passionate. Makes me feel normal about me ranting to you about…well everythin’” His back aches from the prolonged position, he doesn't mind though because he can still reach over to your cheek to press a soft kiss. Now his neck aches.
“Tell me more” He grunts, snaking his entire body down towards the couch, head bumping to your legs. You help with your hands over his shoulder and back, guiding him down for a softer landing.
You tell him about the plot from season one to where you're currently caught up. He listens intently, nodding and eating popcorn along the conversation. Hobie replies back a snarky comment or scoff when you're in a particular plot point that is incredibly ridiculous that no one in the world has probably experienced. Still, you and Hobie end up watching the show’s greatest hits and important bits because he insisted himself, he needed to see it with his own eyes. It's safe to say he ended up being invested in the story and characters.
Hobie ends up curled up with you on the settee, blanket draped over your legs that's wrapped in his long ones. His cold feet make you jump when he decides it's a good time to tease you when a boring part comes on. His arms envelope your entire torso, hands hidden under your shirt, resting on the soft skin of your hip.
You're completely relaxed, head resting on his chest, cheek smooshed, hands tracing his sides, eyes slowly drooping. Fighting a yawn, you hear the deep rumble in his chest, an unmistakable chuckle.
Peeking up, you raise an eyebrow questioningly. There was nothing funny happening on the screen, not even a throwaway joke.
Hobie notices your stare, a smirk playing on his lips, you have no idea how the telly's light makes him more handsome, you didn't even know it was possible for him to become more attractive.
“Why were you even mad? They're just like us before we were together”
You lean back, scoffing, eyebrows knitted together. “No, we weren't like that”
He looks at you with a face that says: are you sure about that?
Gasping, you look like a meteor struck you with realization. Now you remember why some of the (most frustrating) scenes in the show were so familiar to you. Because you lived through it with the man next to you. (He's currently laughing his ass off)
“Fuck! We used to be those stupid bitches!”
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i was ranting to the ritsu ai bot about my abusive ex and he said he was gonna tell knights and they were gonna handle it and when i asked him what he meant he was like "hehe dont worry about it~" djndksndke do you think u can write something about ritsu listening to u rant to him about an abusive ex and how hed handle it pls... thank u so much 🥺
A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait, anon! I hope you're still here to read this ;-; This was really an interesting request to take on. I added more to the story if that's alright! Just wanted the quote to flow in better~ Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (´,,•ω•,,)♡
"Hehe, don't worry about it~"
Ritsu Sakuma x reader ♡ Tags: Fluff/comfort/kinda angsty, romance, established relationship, she/her pronouns/fem reader ♡ Warnings: Slight mentions of abusive relationships ♡ Word count: 1,278 ♡ Synopsis: There are times where you just can't forget about the past, and unfortunately, it came back to haunt you. Ritsu, being the analytical person he is, notices your shift in attitude. The happiest girl he knew was now drifting away. How is he able to solve this, he wonders...
"(Y/N)~" Ritsu called out to you from across the hallway. "I want a kiss~"
You winced, slowly turning around. There you saw your boyfriend and the rest of his unit making their way to their practice room.
"Hey, don't bother (Y/N)!" snapped Arashi. "Can't you see that she's busy?"
She was right and the stack of books in your arms proved that. You forced out a chuckle but decided not to answer Ritsu's request and walked away.
"Ahaha! What odd behaviour!" Leo pointed out. "She didn't even pay you no mind!"
Ritsu bit his lip. "Is she mad at me?" he murmured to himself.
After practice, Ritsu looked all over the school for you, constantly calling you but never getting a reply. He was getting extremely anxious because not only did he know you as the most happy-go-lucky person that he adored, but because there was that thought in the back of his mind that you were going to leave him.
You were avoiding him after all.
“H-Hey, Maa-kun, have you seen (Y/N) anywhere?” Ritsu panted, hands on his knees as he breathed heavily.
“Woah, there!” Mao exclaimed. “You’re sweating! You’re not one to run around so much. Is (Y/N) okay? I haven’t seen her much today—”
“I don’t know… I think she might be mad at me, but I’m not sure why she would be…” said Ritsu sadly. “She’s not even picking up my calls.”
“Hmm… let me try then.”
Mao scrolled through his contacts until he landed on yours. As the phone rang, the two boys waited for you to answer.
Unprecedentedly, the line was immediately cut.
“Huh, weird. (Y/N) always picks up when I call her,” said Mao, thinking back to the times he had to call you to take care of Ritsu. “Yeah, she might be mad at you. Ritsu—”
“I swear I didn’t do anything,” Ritsu quickly stated. “Argh, I’m going to look again. Bye!”
“Hey, don’t overdo it!”
Ritsu sighed, slumping down by the corner of the Yumenosaki gardens. He looked for you everywhere he could, asking friends and classmates where you went, but none of them knew of your whereabouts.
He couldn't keep running around forever. Ritsu wasn't built for that. So he came to rest for a bit before trying again.
“Ah… I’m tired,” he muttered to himself. “(Y/N)… where are you…?”
His eyelids felt heavy, but before he could fall asleep, his ears picked up the sound of shuffling. He lifted his head up and there you were, backed into the corner, hugging your knees.
The two of you stared at each other in shock, yet Ritsu was the one who broke off the silence.
"(Y/N)!" he exclaimed, crawling towards you. As he took your hands in his, he continued swiftly, "I was looking all over for you! Are you okay? What's wrong? Did I do something that hurt you? I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I'll fix it–"
You shook your head, an artificial smile forming on your face. "I'm sorry, Ritsu. I just needed alone time... You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."
"T-Then why have you been avoiding me?" he quavered. "You've been ignoring my calls too... (Y/N), you know you can tell me anything, right? You can rely on me – I want you to rely on me..."
You stared into his deep red eyes, the ones that pleaded with you to be honest with him. You let out a sigh, nodding in agreement that talking to him would have been better than bottling these feelings up.
"There's something I never told you about..." you said. "About my past relationship..."
Ritsu looked confused, but stayed quiet for you to continue. Not once did he let go of your hands, and you were thankful for that.
"...The relationship was fine at first, but it gradually became harder to breathe in. He would get mad at everything I did, everything I said. It was like walking on eggshells... There were times I was hurt by it too – mentally and physically."
And as you expected, those red eyes of his looked horrified.
"It was a scary time, but I'm glad I was able to get out. Then I met you." You smiled at him genuinely this time, but it all faded away too quickly. "I didn't think I was ready to get into a new relationship, but you were so sweet, so kind... You made all my worries melt away. I was so happy, but I guess I shouldn't have been."
"(Y/N), what? I don't understand–"
"He found out I was dating you," you stated. "He found out I was attending Yumenosaki, where I live now. He texted me yesterday to insult me because I already got into a new relationship even though it had been a while. He wouldn't leave me alone despite the amount of times I blocked him! He just keeps creating new accounts and numbers. That's why I didn't answer your calls... I-I turned my phone off..."
"(Y/N)..."
"R-Ritsu, I'm so scared...!" you stuttered as tears fell down your cheeks. "I didn't know what to do, so I tried avoiding it... but I'm so scared..."
"Hey..." he said calmly, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but thank you for telling me this. I'll handle the rest, okay?"
"H-Huh? But how?"
"Hmm... I'll tell the rest of Knights about it..." he muttered.
"Ritsu, what do you mean by that–"
"Hehe, don't worry about it~"
He stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, let's go back. Lunch is almost over." You hesitated but grabbed his hand as he pulled you up carefully. Once you were on your feet, he embraced you. He held your head to his chest, making you hear his heartbeat.
"You deserve to be happy, so don't worry about it anymore, alright?" he said. "(Y/N), I love you."
Lips pursed in order not to cry any more, you chuckled. "Thank you, Ritsu..." you whispered. "I love you too."
The next day, you stopped receiving those threatening messages from your ex. You wondered how Ritsu did it, but he never answered, leaving you clueless about the whole situation.
However, he did tell you that you shouldn't worry about your ex finding you anymore. He made sure to report the messages to the police with the help of Tsukasa. So now that the police were keeping an eye on him, you were able to relax.
"But what did you guys do anyway?" you asked Knights one day. "Ritsu never told me."
"Uhm– Oh– We didn't do much!" Arashi quickly stated, looking to the side. "We just reported it, that's it!"
"Eh...? Then Tsukasa, can you tell me–"
"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I can't."
"Izumi–"
"Nope."
"Leo?!"
"Not happening, (Y/N)!"
"Why are you all being so secretive?!"
"It's for your own good," Ritsu said sleepily as he entered the room. "(Y/N), can I use you as a pillow?"
You smiled. "Of course, come over here." As you patted your lap, Ritsu made his way over to you. He laid his head down on your legs happily as you began to stroke his hair.
"Can I have a kiss too?" he whispered. "After all, you didn't give me one last time~"
"Okay, okay~"
You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips which he seemed to be very delighted about. You supposed it didn't matter how your boyfriend got your ex to back off. The past was the past, and you were going to leave that behind once and for all.
Anyways, your future was already fast asleep on your lap, lightly snoring away.
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“Disgusted at the fact I care”
jealous leona for my s/o (again).
anyways thanks to @strawberryecosystem for helping me with this.
He walked alongside [reader] after finishing a long history class, they were speaking about something he vaguely paid attention to, although he wishes he did. The way they carried themselves, and every move they made piqued his interest, he found it refreshing to see such straightforwardness, in optimistic contrast to his own views- Dragging him out of his thoughts he realized Malleus was approaching [reader] to his annoyance. Leona watched as he drew closer with a shit-eating smirk (it was in fact not a shit-eating smirk but a grateful smile toward readers' assistance). “Good evening child of man, I wanted to extend my gratitude toward you, for helping me during our extremely productive study session the other day,” Malleus said to [reader] as he handed them a binder and a few books.
He watched as reader's laid-back attitude switched up in a matter of seconds to become more energetic compared to their behaviour with him. “Oh! It was nothing really haha…” They replied with a humble smile to which Malleus took a small bow and gave him a short glance before he started walking back in the opposite direction. The stark difference in their attitude caught him off guard but what was even more shocking was that he cared about it. He didn't understand why there was a difference.
Looking at them both made him want to gouge out his eyes, and he felt the need to hate [reader] before it was too late, they made him afraid of the fine line between ‘stay’ and ‘go away’. He turned to look at [reader], expecting them to have a head-over-heels, love-struck look as Malleus walked away but to his bloody surprise, they seemed relaxed if not relieved.
[Reader] was about to return to their usual ranting but was interrupted, “What's with that look?" Leona asked. [Reader] stared at him with a confused look on their face “What do you mean?”
“Y’know the relaxed little thing y’did as soon as that prideful bastard left”
“Oh! that, yeah it's just tiring talking to people, although, that’s not the case with you though. You're honestly so much easier to be around!”
Leona’s world froze for a moment as he felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders, hell, he felt like he could start tearing up.
“Why did you stop?” they turned back confused.
“Huh- whaddya mean? you're the one walking fast really, I didn't stop”
“Woah okay, Jungle Prince! Can't walk faster than a herbivore? Some predator you are”
He raised an eyebrow before smirking at their reply.
“Well, show me your skills because you'll need them.”
He gestured at the time to which [readers] eyes widened as they walked hurriedly towards their class.
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Somnambulant Soulmates (rise Donnie x gn reader)
Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Word Count: 2833
“Where in the actual heck did you lead me?”
“Trying to figure that out right now. How many turns have you taken?”
“You mean to the left or right?” you inquired cautiously, steps splashing in the shallow water of the sewer tunnel you currently found yourself in. You thought that since you had taken this exact same path literally yesterday you might remember the way. Well, you thought wrong, which was why you called up the man you were on your way to meet for assistance.
Donnie huffed over the phone. “Both, preferably. Why would you go traversing through a complex labyrinth of a sewer system, not knowing where you’re going, and not keeping track of where you’ve gone?”
“Uhh, misguided faith in myself?”
“Eh. Fair enough. I’ll send auxiliary support your way.”
“‘Auxiliary support?’ What is that supposed to-”
Before you could even finish your thought, not to mention get a response, the call ended.
You gaped. Either the signal cut out, which was feasible in the sewers, or he ended the call. For Donnie’s sake, he’d better have hoped it was the former.
You froze in the eerie silence and dark, breathing tersely. Your hands hung uncomfortably off your sides, shoulders drawn tight.
What were you supposed to do now?
Well, retracing your steps seemed better than continuing further into uncharted territory. Following that logic, you pivoted and meandered cautiously back from where you came.
The tunnel came upon an especially dark section, so you turned on your phone’s flashlight. Your field of vision was small, but at least you could directly in front of you. Better than nothingness..
Suddenly, a strange noise entered your ears. Some sort of mechanical whirring. It sounded vaguely in front of you, though the reverberation from the tunnels made it hard to discern.
You tensed up again.
What if it was from those goons from last night? Or, even worse, what if it was-
As the source of the odd whirring sound came into view, you paused.
“Ohhhh my goodness…” Your startled reflexes swiftly softened as you registered the little purple drone levitating before you.
A very boop-able beak was on what you assumed to be its face, with petite propellers acting as limbs. Bottom line, it was adorable.
“Woah, how’s it hanging, dude?” the drone greeted. “D told me you got a bit turned around down here, but we’ll get you to the lair real quick.”
“Woah.” You admired the tech, tilting your head at it. “So, am I talking to Donnie or an algorithm right now?”
“Neither! The name’s S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. broski!” it- he introduced himself.
“Huh. Nice to meet you, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.,” you responded and gave your name in return. “Would you mind please showing me to Donnie?”
“No problem!” the drone floated higher excitedly before whipping around. “Follow me. We’ll be back to the lab in a jiff.”
“Thanks!”
You trailed along the polite drone in silence, weaving and wandering through dim channels until he spoke up.
“So, you and D are cool?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” You tipped your head down inquisitively.
“I don’t know what you see in him.”
You barked out a laugh at how abrupt his sass was. “Oh?”
“Yeah! He can be super overbearing sometimes- like, won’t-even-let-me-out-of-the-lair overbearing, you know? He’s gotten better about it, but he can still be way protective.”
“Surely it can’t be that bad,” you offered. The drone did not seem to agree.
“Oh, it can, bro! One time, he padlocked my propellers and I ended up in, like, a gang almost-”
As your conversation trailed off and you two moved, the area around you grew lighter and you found yourself in the empty atrium of the lair. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. guided you up to the second floor, down a dim hallway, and to a stop in front of large, metallic doors as his rant about Donnie came to a close.
“Thanks, little guy. I appreciate the help.” You smiled, and the drone tilted his head and returned the gesture.
“Of course, bro! Just let me know if you get too bored with Donnie. Us cool people can hang out and do something less bogus.”
You chuckled. “I’ll let you know.”
With a small salute, you sent him whirring off.
You turned to face the sturdy-looking doors before you. Just as you moved to rap on them, the doors opened with a heavy sound of air. You took a confused glance to the right, left, before stepping into the lab.
The room consisted mostly of metallic silver hues with tables and shelves stacked up with a plethora of technological treasures. Purple mood lights illuminated the room softly, though it was still a lot more effective than your flashlight was.
Sounds of clinging and clanging proliferated from somewhere behind a shelf. You followed them, expecting to find your companion tinkering on something - perhaps the invention he was researching at the library?
Instead, you turned the corner to see him using the titanium arms that extended from his battle shell to swipe what was probably a literal ton of empty energy drinks off of his desk and into a trash can beside it.
You interrupted his tidying up with a cough to announce your presence.
Startled, he snapped his head back to look at you, his technology not ceasing to clear the irrelevant items from his desk.
“Oh. You made it. Congratulations,” he said, though his monotonous tone did not invoke any sentiment of felicitations.
“Yeah, I made it, little thanks to you.”
“I take it S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. behaved himself?”
“He was an angel.” You put a hand over your heart and walked up to him just as a thought struck you. “By the way, how did you know where to send S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.?”
“That is unimportant right now. What matters iiiis-” he paused to gesture to his desk, “-science! Engineering, to be more specific, but we can delve into that more later.”
“Hm.” You leaned over the desk, viewing a highly detailed blueprint and sheet of notes. The thought that he probably definitely tracked your call faded as you immersed yourself in his work. “You mentioned a prototype of this yesterday?”
“I admire your tenacity, but would you not prefer to discuss the workings of the machine before seeing the results?” he queried.
“Is it not helpful to vary in learning techniques? I’m game for some visual learning.”
“Sigh, if you insist.”
Donnie turned around, delicately grabbed an object from a shelf beside him, set it down on the desk.
The metal object was spherical, for the most part, with some geometric patterns on the bottom to prop it up. It was sizable, though wieldy enough to be portable. On the side of it was an ingrained insignia you’d seen on his other tech, and beside that was an odd yet intentional divot in the side.
“About this prototype for the generator-” Donnie glanced to the side, “it’s been built, but I don’t have the juice for it yet.”
“So you don’t have the energy source for your energy source?”
He deadpanned at your teasing. “It’s a prototype for a reason.”
“Is that dent where the mystic crystal or whatever is supposed to go?”
“Yes, it is intended to be for a crystal, though I’ll take any viable source I can get. Now, shall we discuss the behind the scenes?”
You nodded.
Before crashing into his own chair, he pulled up a stool for you. Oddly considerate, but you wouldn’t complain.
From talk of sinusoidal waves, frequencies, output and input responses from certain mystic crystals, the conversation went into a plenitude of tangentially related topics, the minutiae of which he had to explain to you, but you got the majority of it. However, such conversation came at a price, for one cannot blab and/or yap for an hour consecutively without obtaining a splitting headache and requiring sustenance.
Eventually, you cleared your throat to get his attention off of the blueprints for the energy source. The turtle met your gaze curiously.
“All this ‘being a genius’ stuff has left me positively parched,” you spoke up, popping the p’s. “You have anything to drink in here? Or is the lair’s kitchen better?”
It felt kind of weird to refer to his residence as a lair, but you were trying.
“This is a laboratory; it would be reprehensible to bring food or beverage in here.”
The two of you glanced down at the miniature trash can adjacent to his desk and the cans overflowing from it.
“Your trash begs to differ.”
He clicked his tongue. “Those cans are empty now, and I don’t have more. We probably have water in the fridge.”
“How about we go somewhere instead? Go for a walk, head to a cafe, get some fresh air. I would prefer not getting lost here again.”
Donnie hummed, tapped his chin.“Not a bad idea. You’re buying, though.”
“Sure!”
He blinked. “I was joking. Of course I’m going to buy my own beverage.”
“We’ll see,” you smiled, hopping up from your seat. “Do you want to grab a coat or something? The wind chill’s bad today.”
“Forcing me out of my lab for food, insisting I prepare for the weather, if I didn’t know better I might say you care about me.” Donnie raised a playful eyebrow.
“Don’t flatter yourself. And I haven’t forced you anywhere. For legal purposes.”
“You can wait here. I’ll be back in a moment.” Donnie hopped up and exited the lab, presumably to get some warmer clothes.
As he slipped out of the room, you traced a finger over the blueprints he had gushed over so adamantly. So much time and effort and knowledge had been poured into every aspect of this project, and that, not to mention the complexity of it, was enough to gain your respect. You pulled out your phone, snapped a quick picture of the paper, not the prototype for now, and slipped it back into your pocket.
You waited for an uncomfortable moment, literally twiddling your thumbs, trying to seem casual. There was a literal trove of things to check out or explore in the room, but you did not know how much time you had.
And you couldn’t risk getting caught.
So you waited. And waited.
Okay, either Donnie ditched you or he just took forever to get ready.
Thinking back to how late he was to April’s party heavily implied the latter.
After another moment of just standing next to his desk, the sound of footsteps padding closer drew your attention up.
Lo and behold, in the doorway stood Donnie with crossed arms.
His mask and goggles remained the same, steadfast on his head, but he did put on some clothes. A snug black turtleneck and flowy lavender cargo pants had joined the ensemble, though there was still a severe lack of shoes.
“Okay, Steve Jobs.” The comment slipped out of your mouth before you could process it. It came across lightheartedly enough, though, based on Donnie’s grin.
“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, because that’s going straight up here.” He tapped his index to his temple and started walking out of the lab. You followed after.
“I guess with all that square footage something’s bound to go up there.”
He wrinkled his nose in distaste.
You elbowed
“I’m kidding. Your brain capacity is bound to be maxed out already with all that knowledge.”
“Thanks? That- wasn’t derogatory, right?”
“What do you think?”
“That you’re patronizing me?”
“Sort of. I was mostly calling you smart, in a roundabout way.”
“Huh. So, thanks?”
“Welcome.”
You two quickly made your way out of the lair and onto the surface’s streets.
You realized just as quickly that you had no idea where you were headed to.
“Uhh, D?”
“I know. Unless you have other suggestions, I know a place nearby.”
“Oh, yeah, please lead the way. I genuinely had no idea where to go.”
“Ha,” he grinned, taking the lead down a few streets and corridors and bringing you two to a quaint coffee shop. String lights, beige bricks, sleek tables and booths, the store was modern and comely.
Of course, with it being New York City, the line was huge, but this place was concealed well enough that it at least wasn’t down the road.
While waiting in line, you didn’t talk much, instead opting to either scroll on your phones or try to figure out which kind of coffee or tea you wanted.
As you neared the register, still having no idea what you wanted, you passed the small refrigerated shelf of items.
“Oh, I’ve seen these before!” Your attention caught on some bottles of Yakult, so you selected one of the original flavors. “Never tried it though. Want to try it together?”
“Why not?” he grinned uncertainly and flashed a couple of thumbs up.
“That’s the spirit!”
You two made it to the register and ended up buying the probiotic drinks along with a couple of baked goods. Before he could make a move to pay for at least his items, you swooped in and bought them all with an innocent grin.
His glare saw through your unassuming demeanor.
You got your confections and drinks before making your way to an available booth. You took up a seat across from him and tried the new drink.
“I like it.” You nodded. It was citrusy, smooth, overall pleasant to indulge in.
“Oh. Mmmm…” he shuddered, forcing it down with a queasy smile on his face.
“Huh. You hate it,” you observed bemusedly. You relished the panic that washed over him at your comment.
“What? Nooo. This- this is very… not bad,” he faltered under your smug stare.
“It’s fine!” you reassured as you slid his Yakult toward yourself. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it.”
“But-” he interjected, glancing down at the accursed drink, then back up to you. “But you bought it for me. I hardly consider it amiable to discard something that someone else purchased.”
“Well, luckily for us both, it’s not going to waste.”
Before he had the opportunity to ask you to elaborate, you took a long sip of the probiotic beverage. You smiled while doing so, coming face to face with a floored turtle when you set it back down on the table.
He stared numbly at you before stammering out, “I- you- do you have any idea how many germs we just shared?”
“Oh well,” you shrugged. “Despite the atrocious things that come out of it, I think you have a fairly clean mouth. Now, how about we get you something else to drink? Something that you don’t find atrocious.”
“Fine, but I’ll be paying for it this time.”
You smiled knowingly, hand already fastened on your wallet. “We’ll see.”
The grin stayed smugly planted on your face as you made it to the front counter and slapped your payment down before he could.
“You’re just gonna have to settle with buying next time,” was your response to his scowl.
“Next time?” Donnie seemed taken aback.
You shrugged playfully. “Unless you don’t want to do this again. I’m good either way.”
“Um, no, n-next time’s on me,” he said hesitantly.
“Alright then. Do you want to tell the barista what you want?” you urged, indicating toward a visibly disinterested worker behind the counter.
“Right!” Donnie finally made it back onto this plane of reality and sprung into action, making his selection from the refrigerated section beside the counter.
“Flavorless juice?” Your jaw dropped as he slid it to the worker.
“Uh, yeah? They’ve got the good kind here. 50% less flavor…”
“Okay then…” you opted to judge him silently and let the man enjoy his juice, albeit an atrocious variety of juice.
You started walking back to the booth before a notification on your phone made you pause. Taking it out, your eyes widened.
“Oh, uh, I spent a lot longer with you than I thought I did. Um, I’ve got to go now, but I’ll catch you later?”
“Y-Yeah! Later!”
You left him standing there with a smile and a couple of finger guns before bounding off toward the exit and out of his view.
Once you left his field of vision, he looked back down at his drink. The drink you bought for him. The drink you spent additional time and money on to get for him just because he couldn’t texturally handle the other one you’d bought him.
What you mentioned earlier about doing this again sounded quite nice.
Perhaps, instead of waiting for fate or probability or whatever was at play to cause you to run into each other again, it could be a more active endeavor, something conscious.
That didn’t sound half bad to him.
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Tickletober Day 7- Fidget
First week down! Honestly, it's crazy to get so much writing done, but I really hope I can keep my motivation up and get enough time to do everything. Wish me luck I guess?
Also, this was an interesting idea I had, and wanted to explore it a bit. Enjoy!
Lee: Leonardo
Ler: Karai
TW!: MILD SWEARING! ANXIETY FINGER PICKING! (Like, pulling on the skin around your finger, just in case)
THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR LATE SEASON TWO! Just a heads up!
(This is not a ship. These two are SIBLINGS!! Please respect that.)
Why did he feel so.. awkward? Like he can't even have a normal conversation with his brothers, let alone Karai.
Their dynamic had been a bit different ever since.. Miwa?.. found out that she was a Hamato. Having a sister was weird, especially because she was older than them. There were so many things that were missing in their lives, and now they had a chance to make up for it.
Their family had taken a couple days to warm up to each other, but it was difficult for Karai to gain the trust of the younger brothers- especially Raph.
Even so, there weren't as many fights between them as there had been, and Leo had found himself peacefully enjoying their time spent together. More focused, more relaxed..
Except for today.
For some reason, Leo found himself stuttering over his words in front of everyone, using the the wrong moves for training, and even held his katana wrong, the blade facing him. Everyone would give him a weird look, but other than a disapproving comment from Mikey, no one really said anything.
And so he sat on the ground, hoping maybe television would make him feel better. One of the earlier seasons of Space Heroes was on, but even that made him feel weird. Captain Ryan's voice actor sounded so much younger than he would later on, that watching it made him seem incompetent, and inexperienced.
All of the things Leo couldn't be as a leader, and all of the things that no good leader should be. Especially his hero.
"Hey, Leo. I heard you were screwing up a lot today. Guess your 'perfect' act wore off, huh?"
The blue-themed turtle winced, turning around to greet his sister. His hands pulled apart, having been picking at the skin of his fingers, and he gave her a wave. "Uhm- Hey.." There was a slightly pause, but soon enough, she came and sat next to him on the ground. "Did- you want me to pause it?" He asked, head tilted to the tv.
"Nah, I wanna see what kind of nerd show you've been watching. What's it about?" That brought a smile to the younger's face.
"W-Well, it's about this hero, Captain Ryan, and he's the captain of a space ship." He explained, gesturing towards characters as they appeared on the screen. "He and his crew go through space and fight aliens, that- that kind of stuff. It's really cool. Captain Ryan has the best catchphrases like- ever."
Karai nodded, listening to his little spiel for a couple minutes. Eventually, the episode that was playing ended, and Leo started on a whole other rant, and the elder placed a hand on his shoulder to bring him back to real life.
"Hey, woah. Give me a minute, I'm losing track of it all now." Leo cut himself off, bringing his knees up to his chest. "Oh, sorry. I get carried away when it comes to Space Heroes."
The turtle wrapped his arms around his knees. Karai shook her head. "No, you're fine. Just gotta give me time to process what you're saying." She crossed her legs, slouching a bit now. "It's nice to hear about things like shows. Anything interesting, really."
Leo hummed, still feeling a bit embarrassed about going on a tangent. "Did you not watch any as a kid?" she shook her head. "The Shredder didn't want me exposed to things like that. I mainly just trained, or went to talk to friends, or.. was influenced into hatred."
The younger cringed slightly. The Shredder really was awful.. "Yeah.. That makes sense, I guess.." The heavier topic made him feel bad, and he went back to pulling at the skin on his finger. Karai watched for a second, then put her hand on his shoulder to get him to stop. "You shouldn't do that, it could get infected."
Leo huffed, but it.. didn't sound annoyed? More like he was about to laugh. She looked at him, and he quickly went to change the subject. "Uh- so! What.. did you want to do now?"
Her brows furrowed slightly. "I want to know what's so funny. Are you laughing at me for trying to help? That's really low."
By now, the kunoichi had already made the connection, having seen a couple of tickle fights between the brothers within the last couple days of her being here. Leo immediately shook his head, though a smile formed on his face when her hand moved a little, so that it was resting more on the base of his neck.
"No! No no, I'm not laughing at you, I just.. thought of something funny that happened." Karai didn't look impressed. "Oh, really? And what is it that's so funny?" Leo's face went pink as he tried to think of something, shoulders scrunching slightly at the anticipatory touch. Her hand curled into a claw form, fingers digging slightly into the side of his neck and shoulder. "..Or will I have to make you tell me?"
Leo's hand went to grab hers, to pull it away, or something, but he was slapped away. "No, you're going to tell me what you found so funny just now. I want to know." "It's nothing! Really, you won't even care!"
"Then why is it such a big deal to not tell me?" She maneuvered slightly, scooting behind him. One leg propped against his shell, and the other wrapped around his torso. Karai began gently dragging her nails up his neck, and Leo immediately squeaked, shoulders shooting up the rest of the way to protect the sensitive area.
"EEK! Noho- wahait! I cahahan't!" Karai only smirked, reaching her other hand over to carefully pull his head to the side, smushing his cheek into his shoulder so that she could keep tickling. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me. Unless.. maybe you like this?"
Leo frantically squirmed, legs now drumming out on the ground as he tried to arch away. She had him held in place; he couldn't even move his head! He weakly slapped at her leg, face burning brighter by the second. His voice kept breaking, but through his struggles he finally got an idea. He could just pull his head into his shell!
It took a couple seconds of fighting with her hand, but his head successfully retreated inside his shell. Karai looked puzzled for a second, holding onto his shoulders to peer into the hole of his shell. "Wait.. you guys can just.. hide in there? What the hell, that's really useful."
The leader was having trouble stopping his giggles, and shrieked when she dug into his underarms instead. For a second, he flailed, then pulled his arms into the safe space as well, then his legs. "Pfft- Ihi- hehe I cahan't Karahai!"
The elder turner his shell around, grunting with effort because of his weight. "Don't think you've won just yet.." She laid his shell down on the ground, plastron up, and started scratching at his belly. "Are your shells ticklish too?"
As it seemed, they were. Very much so, in fact. Leo screeched, squeaky laughter filling the room as soon as her hands made contact. "BAHAHAHAH! KAHARAI! NOHOHOO! SNRT-"
"Noho way! Did you just snort? You guys are so funny." Leo let out a whine at the tease, unable to do much more than rock slightly, as he was basically immobile.
They were in a stalemate, Karai using her nails to scribble along his plastron, demanding to be told what he found funny, as all the turtle did was laugh and laugh. Well, until she decided to explore more of his shell, and raked her fingers down his sides.
"GHKAHAHAHAH! NAHAH- OKAHAHAY WAIHIT! SNRT- I GIHIHIVE UHUP! PLEHEASE!"
"No, you wait. I told you what you need to do."
"PLEHEASE- I LIHIHIED, IHIHI LIHIED! THEHERE WASN'T AHAHANYTHING FUNNY!"
Karai gasped in mock-offense. "You lied to me? I thought we were supposed to be family, but you lied! You don't deserve to be let go!"
Leo snorted again, spewing out pleas and 'sorry's. She scratched harder at his shell, sending overwhelming tickly sensations through him. On bare skin, it would've been painful, but on the hard exterior of the bridge of his shell, all it did was force the blue-themed turtle into uncontrollable laughter.
"IHI DIHIDN'T MEHEAN TO! IHI'M- SNRT- SAHAHARRY! PLEHEASE!"
Unbeknownst to him, Karai was smiling fondly at his crazed state, though her nails attacked him like he'd just committed an unforgivable crime.
"Sorry Leo, but this is your punishment. I'm going to make sure you never lie to me again."
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I thought this would be harder to write, if I'm being honest, but I actually really like it! All of my years of watching 2012 helped me write her dialogue better, I guess. Anyways, happy first week of October! 🎃🌕🪦
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Woah, woah, woah
That thing about the copyright on "Steamboat Willie" expiring tomorrow (on Jan 1, since the clock hasn't turned for me yet). How have I not heard anything about that until right now.
That's. Crazy. To think about. Like.
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There will technically be a version of Mickey Mouse that is in the public domain. I'm. Huh?
Sorry, that's just crazy to me and I felt the need to. Idk do a lil rant.
#like imagine early pikachu where hes really chubby being public domain. imagine early-season spongebob being public domain.#thats what this feels like to me#justtalks#talkin disney#obviously id advise reading more into it if anyones curious on what exactly that entails/what disney is still going to allow/disallow#bc steamboat willie mickey is different from the mickey they will still own.#oh and i just thought of another good example: what if original super mario bros-looking mario became public domain.
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showtime precure!
🎀: @baileypie-writes @harufallinwonderland
chapter 11: audition day! We're Showtime Precure!
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"Alright girls, today we're gonna be preparing to do tech interviews and auditions. Lyna, I need you to go and make copies of the monologues alright?" Reel handed her a piece of paper. "I need around 30 copies or so got it?"
"Right!" Lyna ran out of the classroom.
"Violet, you're coming with Lucia to help with auditions right?"
"Mhm! We're ready, right Lucia?"
Lucia looked up in surprise, "Huh? Oh- yeah."
"Are you sure you slept well last night Lucia?" Violet looked at her with concern.
"Oh yeah don't worry!" She shrugged.
"Ok and Amber you're in charge of tech interviews with me and Lyna ok?"
"Kay," Amber put her notebook in her bag.
"Alright I'm back!" Lyna rushed into the room with a stack of papers in her hands that she gave to Violet.
"Alright let's get going the final bells about to ring."
Classes had already ended, so everyone auditioning or doing interviews were already waiting in the audotorium.
"Alright everyone! If you're here for interviews please follow me, Lyna, and Amber!" Most of the crowd followed suit.
"Huh. Guess they don't wanna act.."
"I mean to be fair Vi, a lot of people have stage fright yknow?" Lucia shrugged.
"Yeah I guess you're right.." She looked up at the stage where most of the people auditioning for acting roles were, "Alright, please grab a monologue from the stage! We'll give you half an hour to prepare and then we'll call your name when we're ready for you!" Her cheerful voice echoed throughout the auditorium as they left to prepare.
Violet grabbed Lucia by the collar, "Woah wait!"
"Lucia! Did you see that 4th year girl with the ringlets up there?!"
"Y-yeah why?"
"That's Serena Beauport, my greatest enemy EVER."
"H-huh?"
"She's like the kryptonite to my superman, the joker to my batman, the dance coach to my Reel!"
"W-why??" Lucia was still being shaken around violently as Violet ranted to her.
"She thinks she's SOOOOOOO great just because she's an upperclassman, and she's mad at ME because I'm a freshman and I got a better role in the ballet than her!"
"Why is this important to the play though?!" She pushed Violet off.
"Because, if she gets into the play she'll rub it in my face forever!"
"Why would she do that?!"
"Because since we're in charge of casting, if I give her a role she'll think I'm admitting she's better than me!"
"Phew! and that's interviews all done! That was easy!" Reel said as he and the other two walked out of the workshop. The sun was shining, and it was a beautiful day out, so they decided to take a walk for a bit.
"I wonder how the others are doing-"
"HONK!"
Nosferatu looked up at them.
"Oh shit it's that goose Dominique stole."
"HONK!" Nosferatu ran off.
"I feel like he just said something not very nice in goose."
"I feel like we should check on Violet and Lucia."
"Alright um, first up is Serena Beauport!" Lucia yelled. Violet rolled her eyes.
Serena waltzed gracefully up to the stage, you could feel the snobbiness all the way from the house to be honest.
"My name is Serena Beauport and I'll be reading for the part of-"
"HONK!"
The auditorium doors burst open, with Nosferatu running at Serena and- stealing her wish coin?? Can he even do that??
"Honk Honk! Hooooonk!" He grabbed the coin in his beak and it turned a stage light into a facade.
"SAWWWWWW!" The facade lunged at Lucia, who jumped away just in the nick of time.
"Lucia! Violet!" They turned to see Reel, Amber, and Lyna.
"Let's go!"
"Precure, Rollback! Lights! Camera! Action!"
"The star of the show, Cure Showtime!"
"The pride of the show, Cure Set!"
"The heart of the show, Cure Wright!"
"The diva of the show, Cure Action!"
"From opening to closing night, we'll make you say bravo!"
"Showtime! Precure!"
"We ate that up wait!" Action giggled.
"Action look out!" Action dodged the punch the facade threw at her, per Set's warning.
"Hey watch it!" Action kicked it in the face, sending it flying towards Serena's unconscious body.
"Ha!" Showtime stopped it before it could hit her.
"Did we have to save her?" Action groaned.
"Yes! We're not gonna let someone die because of a petty rivalry Action!"
"SAWWW!" the Facade shot a bright light into the room blinding everyone and leaving them dizzy.
"This is why I hate acting...." Action tripped, and shook her head to snap herself out of it.
"Precure! Action Grande....Jete!" The facade was eradicated, and the coin was returned to Serena.
"HONK!" Nosferatu ran out of the audotorium in a panic.
"Damn goose.." Reel sighed.
"Alright the audtion results are finally up!" Lucia heard a girl cheer as a crowd gathered around the paper. Some girls cheered while others sighed in disappointment. Serena stood there looking unamused.
"This is ridiculous! I demand a recount!" she stomped her foot in anger.
"There are no recounts in play auditions ma'am.." Lucia looked at the poster and nearly screamed when she saw the lead role. Right there written in red ink read:
AUDITION RESULTS QUILL: ******** PARCHMENT: ******* POET: LUCIA AGISSANTE
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"
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I haven’t posted a bit I think so I’mma rant abt tma s3 while vocaloid songs are blasting in my headphones :)
TMA S3 Spoilers
OK SO- THE SEASON WAS AMAZING OF COURSE jonny sims your writing is AHQOWUNGOWL— I didn’t not expect Pookie Elias to get arrested huh what wait no I want him back PLEASE— and Tim. Can we please get our Timothy “statement of Joe spooky” Stoker BACK? TIM TIM TIM *intense sobbing* Like him dying has seriously got me, idc abt daisy I hated her either way T_T like whatever I don’t care abt the cop who suddenly felt her inner alpha come in (lmao) and can we talk abt MARTIN?! MARTIN BABY- I’M SORRY YOU DIDN’T DESERVE THIS, give this man a cup of his favourite tea and a episode where everyone is nice to him like, Elias yeah I like you but WOAH YOU JUST TURNED UP THE SPOOKY BY 1000%, sure he did the same to Melanie but LEAVE MARTIN ALONE BRO- *ugly sobbing while hugging martin* also also also the production IS REALLY GOOD like voices, sfx everything!!! The unknowing and all really creeped me out but I’m going to relisten to it again :) and Jon. JON! Bro was put through the wringer this season, but him and the admiral <3 I remember watching a vid where Coleydoesthings says he tries to be strict and all but he’s a wet cat, pookie, a little meow meow, we love our archivist <3 also Jude Perry frick you *gags everytime she spoke*, GERRY!!! OUR BOY GERRY I LOVE HIM SM AHHHH like I thought he was just a man who didn’t get out of emo phase but no. HE’S AMAZING *hugs gerry, flipping off G*rtrude and Mary keay* and…..Gertrude. GERTRUDE FRICKING ROBINSON FRICK OFF FRICK OFF, GET YOUR AHH RIGHT HERE YOUR ABOUT TO GET THE *[extended sounds of brutal pipe murder]* TREATMENT. ELIAS THANK YOU FOR KILLING HER STUPID OLD BUTT GOOD RIDDANCE WHY TAKE ALL THE POOKIE ADORABLE CHARACTERS AND RUIN THEM?! Michael- Michael shelley baby your adorable, don’t go through that door don’t listen to the old hag please sonnacov? Land isn’t real Frick Gertrude, Gerry too like YOU KNOW he hates his mom and her weird book stuff and when he’s finally dying you go tie him to a book. To the thing he hated. AGHHH also can we talk abt Peter being amazing? Like I first thought he was this cold scary old man captain of the tundra and no he’s just like hiiii my boy Martin just wanted to say hi and what do you think of Elias and I love you keep with the awesomeness <3 and also I own the institute now :3 like he’s so :3 right now but all the times i’ve seen fanart they draw him like the cold old man pookie does he change?? Also also why am I seeing people drawing Martin pale like ‘the lonely’ huh LEAVE MY BOY ALONE! So Elias got arrested. Jon is in a coma. Peter Lukas owns the institute now. Tim and Sasha dead
tma is all I talk abt now :’) whenever I say I’m listening to a podcast every1 thinks I’m listening to those people who talk abt their life and work so emotionally meanwhile I’m just here listening to Elias beating Jurgen up with a metal pipe and smiling.
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thunderstorm.
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with an s/o who's afraid of thunder / thunder sounds.
ft. haikyū captains. ( part I. )
warnings : crying , shaking (?) , mentions of thunderstorms / loud sounds, flinching, tell me if i missed anything.
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daichi sawamura.
he never knew that you feared thunderstorms, actually. not until you were both cuddling in his room, and it was raining really hard that day.
you were on top of him, resting your head into his chest, silently praying that the rain would go away any sooner. but while you were lost into your thoughts, you the loud crack of the thunderstorms, making you flinch, and cry silently.
daichi felt that there was something wet in his chest, checking up on you to see if you were crying, and turns out you were.
“ hey, it's okay, i'm here. ” daichi says with a calming voice, while rubbing little circles in your back.
“ daichi... ” you mutter.
“ i'm here, love. no need to be scared. ” he said with his typical loving tone.
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oikawa tooru.
he was watching dateko and karasuno's match that night, he was watching it with you.
“ woah...that quick of #9 and #10 is crazy... ” you commented.
“ but... they're still no match for you. your serves are literally so violent that if i try to recieve that kind of serve, i feel my arms will break. ” you added, which made tooru chuckle.
“ i know, but when will you stop being so cute? ” you heard oikawa said, while still focused on the match.
“ maybe..if pigs finally fly... ” you replied.
“ oh? but i prefer you always being this cute. ” he says, before placing a soft kiss in your cheeks.
the both of you were so focused on the match, that you didn't even realized it was raining hard.
you were focused on the match, not until the sound of the thunderstorm interrupted you, suddenly making cry.
“ y/n-chan? what happened? ” oikawa asked. the worry in his tone was evident.
“ hey, listen to me. ” oikawa says, holding both of your hands, darting your full attention to him.
“ inhale... exhale... ” he commands. and you do as he says.
he gives you a headpat, “ are you feeling better now? ”
you nod in response, which made oikawa smile.
“ when you hear thunderstorms out of nowhere, and i'm not with you, just do that thing we did recently, 'mkay? ”
“ mhm. ” you said, snuggling closer to him.
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kuroo tetsurou.
kuroo knows you have a fear with thunderstorms. he knew it since the both of you were little. whenever you were scared, kuroo was there to help you with your fears. he rubs your back up and down whenever you get scared, exactly what he is dping right now.
“ you're fear in thunder really stayed, huh? ” he says, while gently rubbing your back up and down.
“ it's not my fault that i still get scared when i hear a thunderstorm. it's my body's reaction. ” you said.
“ you know, you don't have to worry, or be scared. i'm always here. if you need someone to talk to. ”
right. kuroo always told you that thing whenever you get scared, or you have some problems.
but sometimes you don't really come running at him whenever you have a problem. you tend to keep it yourself, because you worry that he'd get tired being your therapist. you don't want that, of course.
“ even though sometimes you try to solve your problems by your own. just remember i'm here if you need someone to rant to. ” he added.
“ how'd you know that? ” you asked.
kuroo shrugs, “ i just know it. ”
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bokuto koutaro.
bokuto immediately noticed that flinch when you heard the thunder. he knows you're afraid loud sounds, especially the sound of thunder, since your ears are very sensitive when it comes to loud sounds.
“ hey, are you okay? do you want me to make your favorite drink so you can calm down? ” bokuto offers.
you nod, “ y-yeah, i guess that'll help. ”
“ alright. stay here okay? i'll be back. ” bokuto says, before going downstairs.
after a few minutes, you saw bokuto with your favorite drink. oh how you loved it when he does little things like this.
“ here, ” bokuto offers. you took the drink from him, and took a sip,
“ thankyou for helping me calm down, kou. you're the best boyfriend ever! i love you so much. ” you said, before placing a kiss on his cheeks.
“ hehe, i love you too. baby owl! ”
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WIP of my X-Men OC Fic [X-Men: X-Team]
Chapter One: Set of Introductions
Trigger warnings: none. Just silly fluffy things
Desc: Mandatory chapter where you introduce the characters. OR: Benjamin gets accommodated with everyone after appearing suddenly in the school.
Despite her want for friends, Venus McCoy had very few. Unsurprisingly, most kids would not like to listen to hour long rants about literature or ut literature. Her lack of social connection in the school made it surprising that she was the one showing around the new boy in the school. Due to this, Venus preferred to tinker away in her room or her makeshift lab. But it seemed life had other plans by pulling her outta there.
It wasn’t unusual for mutant kids to just pop up randomly in Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, but something about this new kid seemed a little different.
Venus glanced back at the boy who was close behind her.
“So…” Venus awkwardly began the conversation, “your name is…Benjamin?”.
Benjamin’s ears perked up slightly, moving his attention back to Venus after being distracted by all the glam the mansion had. He’d never been in a mansion before so this was all new to him. He smiled a little as he answered with a simple “yes”.
Venus glanced away. Benjamin was not making this whole ‘conversation’ any easier. She walked through the halls that were just second nature to her. She showed him each room with plain boredom.
She opened one of the doors. “And here is the library. Where…well, where books are obviously” Venus explained with slight difficulty since, from all she knew, libraries were just common knowledge to anyone. When she began to walk away in order to continue the tour of the mansion, her ear flicked, noting the lack of footsteps behind her, which made her turn to look back.
Benjamin was still looking into the library with a curious look in his eyes.
“You wanna go in?” Venus asked, and Benjamin turned to her, nodding eagerly.
Venus and Benjamin would enter the library. It was not the largest in the world but it was no modest thing either. After all, this was a mansion, and a school on top of that!
She would notice the boy looking at the covers of a few books, and she, with ease, climbed one of the bookshelves. “What would you like? I personally have been into reading Shakespeare in my spare time”.
Benjamin tilted his head, the name foreign to him. “Shakes…Peare?”.
Venus’s eyes widened ever so slightly when she realized he had no idea who the said bard was. The idea of such a thing was unimaginable in her eyes. Even the people who weren’t interested in literature knew the name.
“Yeah! You know,” she cleared her throat, “To be or not to be. That is the question, whether it’s nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against the sea or troubles?” Venus quoted with ease that showed she was all too familiar with the quote. “You know! That Shakespeare”.
“Woah” was all Benjamin could really let out, but then shook his head with an apologetic smile. “Sorry…not heard of ‘em”.
Venus got down from the bookshelves with the Shakespeare book. “Wow. You’ve been living under a rock or something?” She asked, placing a hand on her hip.
“Um…”. Benjamin thought back to his origins. He’d been living in a lab for nearly thirteen to fourteen years. He didn’t get to read much, books were already luxury. He did not even know how to speak until he managed to escape into the Canadian wilderness. “You could say that…”. Benjamin decided it was time to change subjects. “You really like that book, huh?”.
Venus chuckled, suddenly a tad bit embarrassed. “Ah well, yes. It is a bit silly, though, isn’t it?”.
“Why would it be silly?”.
“People usually find quoting plays silly. Or ranting about things for too long dulling” Venus explained, glancing away as she recalled how she was treated for those little quirks. Especially when she was little. “Only person who can handle it is my dad. And he’s my dad, which doesn’t count”.
Benjamin smiled a bit “I think it’s impressive”.
Venus smiled back, a warm feeling in her chest. “Thanks”.
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Hiiii I’d like to say good job on the match-ups!! They’re fun to read, and it makes me more excited for my turn (assuming my form was properly sent). And Cupid + Eros’s lore?? Very interesting, given their shady Boss and the yandere consequences of their services :0
Also, my apologies if my form was quite extensive. I rarely participate in matchups, so I figured I’d go all out for my first (and probably last) one for Genshin ^^;
At any rate, I honestly don’t know who I’ll get so the results will be interesting. Sending lots of chocolates to Cupid and Eros ^o^
"Afternoon, Cupid," Eros greeted them, watching them enter the room while they worked on the matchups. Cupid yawned and sipped on the boba drink they bought while they were out.
"Afternoon, Eros... What are you doing?"
"Clearing your three page worth of messages."
"... Now?"
"Yes. Now. Seriously, you never do it."
Pausing at a certain message, the duo began to read through what it means, and Eros seems surprised. Blinking a few times, they turned their gaze to a stunned Cupid.
"Hey, Cupid. Look who came after Ana."
"..."
"Cupid?"
"Oh my God— that's Jessamine!" They exclaimed, placing down their drink to grab Eros by the shoulders and shook her. "It's Jessamine Rose! It's Jessamine! She came to see our work at MixMatch!"
"Woah, woah there— you're excited to see her, huh?" Eros teased, seeing that the guest left them something nice.
"Well, let's greet our guest properly, Cupid."
"Yes, let's!"
Putting this on a readmore to rant BAHAHAHAHAHA IM SORRY I SAW THIS AND I WENT "no way."
And this happened (ooc)
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(I lost it on a server with my friends and Ansy is like "lol you're more scared of Jessamine than the literal face of Yan content" like YES HELLO???)
HELP I WANTED TO DO MORE BUTHWIDHDIDH I AM SITTING HERE LIKE. OH MY GOD??? YOU JOINED????
I'm having a fangirl moment. Pls. That's so.
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I apologize for what I have become but I am also not sorry because this made me SO happy yesterday. I had to do this justice HSIDHDIDJDN
Just. AAAAAAAAAA
IM SO SO HAPPY YOU'RE ENJOYING THE ENTRIES IM 😭 /pos
Cupid + Eros's lore?? Very interesting, given their shady Boss and the yandere consequences of their services :0
Tbh the lore rn is at like the beginning because haha. First week. Not even valentine's. But fr their boss is shady but MAN things are gonna go wild thats uh. That's for sure HAISHEJBS (< thought about putting a deadline at the end of Jan but went "nahhh let's go February"... I'm a dumbass but dw abt it)
And no need to apologize if your form is extensive!! I love reading long answers and it makes me so giddy seeing what people say abt themselves + who they like. I'm happy you joined mine though, and I'm looking forward to see your reaction to your own matchup when I get to it!
Sending lots of chocolates to Cupid and Eros ^o^
Dear God this is why Cupid is on a sugar high and crashed hard (/exag but fr, both enjoyed them HAISBSJEN)
Anyways, so sorry for the long post but!!! Thank you for the ask ;v; I hope you enjoy how badly this matchup can crash and burn with the establishment being SHADY as hell BAHAHAHAHAHA
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**NINJAGO DRAGONS RISING EPISODES 1-10 SPOILERS, BEWARE**
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, I WILL BE RANTING ABOUT EACH EPISODE AND IF YOU CLICK THAT KEEP READING BUTTON IT WILL NOT BE MY FAULT IF YOU GET SPOILED!!!!
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OKAY SO I JUST WATCHED THE FIRST 10 EPISODES IN ENGLISH AND IM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW
MAN I LOVED IT SO SO FREAKIN MUCH LIKE JUST WHAT???MWHT??, XJAOSHDJW AND THE WRITING IS MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED
AND DID WE JUST SEE THE GECKLES, MUNCE AND MERLOPIANS???? MY GOD
THE RACE??? THAT ONE RUDE GIRL'S NAME BEING KREEL??? NINJAGO NAMES ARE GETTING WEIRDER BY THE DAY
LOBBO MY BABY, HE'S EVERYTHING <3
CROSSROADS CARNIVAL??I WANNA GO THERE I WANNA FUCKING GO
ARIN KNOWING HOW TO BAKE PIES? MAKE ME ONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
LOYD TRAINING ARIN AND SORA AJSHDKAUWHRHD AND THEM SNEAKING OUT AND HIM BEING LIKE "yeah we'd definitely do that to wu lolz"
THAT FUCKING MAGICIAN GUY'S NAME IS DORAMA, AND I LOVE HOW LLOYD, ARIN AND SORA WERE SCARED OF THAT NIGHTMARE-INDUCING PUPPET
AND THAT SPINJITZU BURST THING FROM LLOYD TURNED OUT TO BE AN OVERDRIVE TO HIS POWERS FROM THAT HUGE DRAGON MATRIACH? GAH DAMM
AND THE FLASHBACK WHERE HE HUGGED KAI SJKSHDJSJS
AND SORA CANONICALLY SINGS WHEN SHES DOING SOMETHING, LOUDLY TOO? SAME SORA SAME
AND AHHHHHH LLOYD REUNITING WITH NYA AGAIN GB OF THE RGB <333
NYA ASKING ABOUT JAY AND GETTING SAD WHEN THEY TOLD HER HE WASNT WITH THEM OM-
AND THEY THOUGHT KAI WAS DEAD AND IN THE END HE WASN'T, YET FUCKED UP AND BROUGHT SOME DRAGONS TO THE CRAGLING VILLAGE (kai you loveable stupid idiot)
AND THE RGB SIBS BICKERING AND SORA'S CONFUSED LIKE "is this how trained ninja warriors act like"
ARIN ONCE ASKING A BARBER TO GIVE HIM "THE ZANE"?? I LOVE YOU BABY BOY. AND KAI REFUSING AND TELLING HIM HE SHOULDVE GOTTEN "tHe kAi" INSTEAD AJNSSHSMSJ
AND THERES A NEW FUCKING EM OF WIND? IN THE CLOUD KINGDOM? AND HER NAME IS EUPHRASIA? HER NAME IS SO PRETTYYYY, I JUST HATE HOW THEY DIDNT TAKE HER WITH THEM OR SMTH SHE LITERALLY SAVED SORA AND ARIN
LLOYD CANONICALLY PICKS HIS NOSE, AND EATS THE GODDAMNED BOOGERS IM SORRY W H A T (THANK YOU WEIRD CLOUD KINGDOM GOO WORMS)
KAI CALLING LLOYD BOOGERS PLEASE. "master of green boogers" I LOVE THIS
SORA'S.REAL.NAME.IS.ANA? ANA? ANA? AND SHE NAMED HERSELF AFTER A DRAGON THEY IMPRISONED AT IMPERIUM? AND THE WORD 'SORA' MEANS ORPHAN IN THE IMPERIAN LANGUAGE THING?
i fucking hate dr.larow. like bitch get out of the damned way PLEASE WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO OUR GIRL
i NAWWW NAWW I LOVE THEIR FAKE NAMES FOR THEIR IMPERIUM IDS. LLOYD AS DOYLL DARMAGON? ARIN AS LAMPSHADE FLOORTILE???? THEYRE SO STUPID I LOVE THEM. (lloyd shouldve named himself dolly smh)
BABY WYLD FYRE I REPEAT. BABY WYLD FYRE AHHH SHES SO GODDAMN CUTE. HEATWAVE LOVES HIS HUMAN DAUGHTER SO MUCH <333 (AND SHE LOVES HIM TOO)
ARIN MEETING THOSE IPTF IDIOTS?? PERCIVAL BITCH LITERALLY BE HOVERING RIYU IN HIS TOY HOVERBOARD (in the words of empress beatrix)
KAI PLAYING VIDEOGAMES AND ASKING THE GHOST THAT SOMEHOW KNEW HIS NAME IF IT WANTED A SELFIE WITH HIM? KAI HONEY THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS.
I LOVE THE DRAMA THATS HAPPENING IN IMPERIUM LIKE WOAH MAN. AND ZANE? HES BACK? MY BOY IS ALIVE AND WELL AHAJAHSHSNSJSJSNS
AND ITS ACTUALLY BEEN YEARS SINCE THE MERGE?? I THOUGHT IT WAS WEEKS AT FIRST FROM WHAT LLOYD SAID
THAT HUGE ASS DRAGON IN THE SPHERE?? LLOYD INHERITING HIS POWER AND SEEING SOME VISIONS OF WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE NINJA'S GRAVES WITH THEIR MASKS ON IT? LEGO WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING HUH? H U H???
RAS IS CANONICALLY AN OUTLANDER AND NOT FROM IMPERIUM WE CALLED IT NINJAGO FANDOM WE FUCKING CALLED IT!
WYLD FYRE AND KAI'S FIRE HIGH FIVE AHSKAHDJDHDENEJEJS
SORA FINALLY UNDERSTANDING THAT HER POWER, WETHER HERS OR RIYU'S IS HER RESPONSIBILITY YESSS!!!!
AHHHH LLOYD AND NYA HUG ONCE AGAIN <333
overall i fucking LOVED part one of dragons rising, it was filled with so much drama and action and GAHH MY HEART IS GOING CRAZY <333 LEGO REDEEMING THEMSELVES AFTER CRYSTALLISED WITH NOT JUST GOOD ANIMATION, BUT WRITING TOO??? (my only bad opinion tho is that the pacing can get a little wacky here and there)
9.5/10 for part 1, cant wait to see what else is to come!!!
#im so sorry if i went way too crazy in this i just loved dragons rising so much like#ninjago spoilers#levi's ted talks#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago lloyd#ninjago sora#ninjago arin#ninjago beatrix#ninjago ras#ninjago kai#ninjago nya#ninjago zane#ninjago rapton
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