#you gotta stop getting upset about certain jokes

[restinslices]

okay chat maybe him like getting jealous

Assuming you’re the anon who asked about Spooky

Him this episode >>>>>>>>>>

I've seen posts before about Spooky and people say he'd pull out a gun and start swearing when he's jealous and really show his ass but honestly? I don't think that's accurate 

I haven't watched OMB in a hot minute and Netflix is being some hoes rn so forgive me if I'm wrong but wasn't he incredibly patient?

He was patient with Cesar and with Cesar’s friends. I don't recall him ever losing his temper and going insane besides season 4 when he heard people fucking shit up outside 

Spooky gives me the silent jealous type. Silent but also petty 

Like if you came back to him after talking to a guy he'd say some petty shit like “thought you'd be around him all day”

“That's your man now, right?” “Stop being childish”

You could tell when he's jealous though cause you'd feel him staring at you the whole time 

I could also see him clearing his throat loud as hell if you're nearby to both get your attention and introduce him to whoever it is you're talking to 

It's gotta be a guy he doesn't know cause realistically what Santo is dumb enough to flirt with you?

I feel like I'm expected to say he'd have this huge outburst but Oscar doesn't give me that vibe. He's pretty patient and I think especially if y'all have been together for an extended amount of time, he'd feel secure enough to know you won't do some foul shit 

I feel like someone touching you would cause him to immediately get involved. He'd walk over and physically take their hand off of you while pulling you closer to him or behind him 

And let's be real, no one is dumb enough to try shit with him. He's 6’1 and known as the leader of the Santos 

But if someone did try him because they're drunk or whatever, I feel that even though he's jealous he'd still put your safety first. His jealousy would go to the back of his mind and he'd try to get you out in case shit gets intense 

Another situation he'd step in is if you're visibly uncomfortable. Typically if someone's flirting with you, he knows you can handle it but if you're so obviously uncomfortable then he'd step in and get you away 

I feel like if you're dating Oscar your safety would go over everything so while he's still a man and wants to play all big and bad in whoever's face, getting you away is his biggest priority 

“Are you jealous?” “Should I be?” “No” then he'd nod or smth 

Now let's say you're hanging around a new guy a lot. Would he get jealous? Probably. He's a guy. 

This is a different situation ‘cause he's not seeing anything. He can't pull you away. What does he do?

Short answer; nothing. Long answer; he doesn't seem like the type to be so jealous he'd snoop on your phone or follow you because relationships require trust and if you caught him, you'd be upset. I could see him asking questions about the guy and then denying he's jealous ‘cause “I have nothing to be jealous about”

And it's like??? Are you telling me  that or telling yourself that? 

Over time it'd become obvious he's feeling a certain way. You'd say you're gonna hang out with whoever the guy is and he'd just make a “mmm” sound instead of actually responding 

“Something wrong?” “I didn't say anything” “Exactly”. Eventually it'd come out though 

And the idea of him flirting with someone else to make you jealous comes up but I don't think that'd happen. He hardly has any relationships besides his gang which means he hardly has any close relationships. He has the kids, who he's like an older brother too (or literally an older brother to) and Mario (and we don't know how much they interact) so I don't see him risking a relationship just to be on petty shit 

He'd say smth petty but flirting with someone else just as payback for some shit you can't control? Nah

You could probably calm him down easily just by being near him. Making jokes about him being jealous would help also because it's you acknowledging that you see how he feels without having a sappy ass conversation 

I feel like this is so anticlimactic and disappointing but realistically I don't see him flipping his shit. He's 19-25, which could make him a bit immature but 1) he's grown up quickly so I think he can handle his emotions. 2) He has two strikes already. He's not popping his shit and risking life in prison because he was jealous. And 3) he knows you know where home is. 

He gets jealous, sure, but all those reasons stacked together makes him act calm, only getting somewhat aggressive if someone is touching you or making you uncomfortable. He’s more petty than anything

Quick story time. So I got away from my abusive dad when I was 13-14, right. I was also obsessed with Spooky. Tell me why my therapist said “I think you love him so much because he’s a strong and scary guy and in your head he’d protect you if your dad came back for you”. The way I almost blocked her-

I’m still seeing her years later😃

[amevello-blue]

Yo back up Donny tried to comfort Raph? This I gotta see

Yes but first of all you have to sit through my rant about this entire scene

They're all standing back to give Donny his space with Leo. They're all worried, hands clenched, tense, but Raph's the only one with his arms crossed over his chest. He's close off right now. They're sharing vulnerabilities, emotions. Raph is not. He doesn't want to. He doesn't want anything to show.

Raph scoffs and jokes "I think you got him hanging on your every word, Don." And Leo stirs. Casey's the one who comments on it, saying, "I think he heard you, Raphy."

Everyone looks kinda intent on this revelation, surprised, but determined. Raph genuinely looks surprised and stunned and almost dare I say frightened? Some of that emotion is leaking through.

Then Mikey does his story, and Raph is... less than impressed. His arms are crossed over his chest again, he's scoffing, he's insulting Leo, saying he's not waking up because he's afraid.

He gets upset. "He got his butt whooped, and now he's too chicken to come back and face it!"

Mikey looks worried, upset, but Donny gets this moment of... Realization. He knows what Raph's doing. He knows Raph's going to say things he doesn't mean. He knows Raph.

Donny says, "that's enough, Raph." He doesn't scold him, or get mad at him about it. Just. Set his hand on his shoulder and says that's enough. That's enough getting angry at Leo when we all know that it's not Leo you're angry at.

Raph's trying really hard. He turns away from Donny. He's squeezing his eyes shut. He's trying not to cry. This is the comforting part I mean.

He shakes Don's hand off, which surprises Donny. Implying this method has worked to calm Raph down before.

"Well I say who needs ya? It's not like we can't get on without you playing fearless leader." Interestingly when Raph says that they'd be fine without him, it focuses on Leo, who is bruised and unconscious and spent hours in the rain trying to escape the Foot because he couldn't bring them back to April's. He knew he couldn't bring them back to April's. He could have gotten help there, but that would risk putting his family in danger.

Then, when you see Raph again...

He's crying. And Donny's shock has turned to genuine concern for Raph.

And he turns away from Donny more, and Donny's expression softens from concern to understanding. The fact that this scene is set up like this, where Raph is crying and Donny is the one watching him in the background, it hits me a certain way. Donny doesn't cry. Not after Kirby, not after Honeycutt, not when he realizes that he's going to have to kill his entire family to stop the Shredder. (In Exodus and in SAINW.) But Raph's here, crying, at their first big defeat. One of them has been defeated, broken, and only lived because their enemy was playing with him like a cat toy.

And Donny is RIGHT THERE.

Anyway, Raph tells the story of how he accepted Leo's leadership when they were kids, that strongest and bravest do not necessarily make for the best leader who makes the best decisions for the team.

And he's struggling again. "I don't even know why I told you that story. I guess I just... What I'm tryin to say is..." And he can't finish his sentence. He just trails off he clutches at his head, his face, he can't look at anyone, can't let them see the expression he's making.

And Leo, who has only reacted to Raph's voice this entire time, is only shown to be reacting to Raph's voice, stirs again.

Splinter reassures him this time. "Your brother hears you, Raphael. He understands."

And Raph, he doesn't say anything. He just. Goes to the window. And imo is processing the fact that he knows they can't survive without Leo. They need their fearless leader (a nickname that Raph gave him in the first place.) That's what that story meant. They need Leo. Raph needs Leo.

anyway the whole scene makes me incredibly emotional. The farmhouse arc wasn't just a Leo arc, it was very much a Raph arc as well. It was learning his brother isn't fearless. Isn't invincible. Leo is breakable. Raph literally helps Leo put himself (and his swords) back together. And I don't think Raph would have ever realized that Leo needed that kind of help if this scene hadn't happened earlier.

Cause the thing is, Leo was afraid. He was terrified of coming back and facing that failure. Failure is SUCH a big part of his character, his fear of it, his fight against it, and Raph... Raph hit the nail on the head. But telling stories of the times Leo was strong, the times that his family has needed him, was what brought Leo back.

And I think Raph realized at that point that. Maybe Leo needs help sometimes. Maybe he isn't Mr Perfect Ninja Son. Maybe Raph can be the one to help.

[jaebeomsbitch]

Not Just A Boy (R.R.)

Summary: You've been dating Roman Roy for a while now when one day he decides he's ready to try. Maybe he's mad about something or one of his siblings said something but tonight is the night he's having sex.

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, humiliation kink, degradation, verbal abuse, and Roman feeling guilty/self harm after. Female reader

A/N: I've had this in my notes for weeks. I have so many half written fics right now. Also I don't think you can write smut about Roman without addressing his intimacy issues which is why I included him feeling disgusted after but he's always comforted.

“Woah easy there tiger,” you say, holding Roman’s shoulders from approaching you any closer. His face a couple inches from yours.

“What? Just trying to fuck my girlfriend, isn’t that what you've always wanted?” He says, a certain harshness to his tone but his face looks like he’s joking. 

“A-are you okay? Did something happen?” You ask concerned. He was out of it clearly, I mean he would’ve said if he was ready to try. His brother must’ve said something to him again 

“Oh suddenly I want to fuck and I have a problem? ,” he rolls his eyes. 

“Roman… you never want to. Not that I’m complaining just- what brought this on?” You ask, confused.

“I want to fuck the shit out of you, what’s the fucking problem?” He’s growing more and more annoyed you won’t even let him try. Roman can be very...aggressive when he wants something.

“If that’s what you want…” you feel weary. Knowing he’s probably in an emotionally precarious state. 

“I wanna fuck my girlfriend is that so hard to ask?” He throws his arms out in frustration but he’s got pending nerves stewing away in his gut. Maybe he wanted you to say no but he knew that you never denied him anything. You always gave into his stupid requests even at your own expense.

“Okay, turn off the lights then,” You sigh, knowing he won’t be able to do anything if he sees a shred of his skin. You knew he’d probably wouldn’t go far and he’d get mad at himself but you were willing to try. 

He leans over, turning off the lamp. His grip harsh on your hips as he pulls your shorts to your knees. 

“Calm down,” You try to say but he ignores, his heated hips pressing to yours quickly. Like he doesn’t want you to see. As if you’ll be able to see in a pitch black room but there’s no arguing with Roman. He gets what he wants, he always has. Being the son of a billionaire certainly afforded him that luxury. 

“Just- just let me,” He says breathlessly trying to do it himself but you know he’s near a breaking point. You decide to take charge, you flip him over onto his back. 

“I told you to calm down, can’t you listen?” You say annoyed with his pressing. 

“What the fuck?” He says, his voice coming out with a certain lilt. You keep your eye contact with him, knowing he doesn’t like anyone looking down at his cock. You grab it, watching as his eyes widen at your touch. He’s only ever been used to the pressure of his own hands so this is a big change. 

“Spit,” You command him, holding your hand to his mouth. He just looks at you, his brain foggy as he’s trying to keep up with this change in dynamic. 

“W-what?” His eyebrows pinch

“You want to be disgusting, let’s be fucking disgusting or would you prefer me to take over? Can’t use your cock, gotta have your girlfriend do it for you” you taunt, already upset that he thinks he can do whatever he wants. You've spent countless nights with Roman's insistent hips pressed to your leg, his hands bruising the skin he grabs onto. Enough was enough.

“Okay if you want to stop, I'm stopping” You start pulling away from him but his hands grip onto your forearm. He can’t say it, the embarrassment washing over him as his arousal sets in. He likes seeing you like this, your smart mouth being used to put him in his place. 

“N-no,” He finally says. 

“Look a you, can’t even ask for what you want," You taunt, his big doe eyes looking up at you as he bites down on his lower lip to keep himself from whining. A mewl leaves the back of his throat, his eyes big and desperate.

"You say all those disgusting things to me, send me photos of your dick multiple times a day, and I have to fuck you myself? You’re useless Roman, just a little fucking toy for me aren’t you? That’s what you want?” You sneer, face an inch from his. God he looks so cute like this.

He nods, “Y-yes, m’disgusting,” he says breathlessly. You tease his cock, tapping it at your entrance. 

“Yeah, you’re pathetic. You’re nothing but a filthy little piece of shit,” You say, watching his face. He’s lost in your words, his mind foggy at the way you grip his thigh harshly. That familiar pain creeping in mixed with you pumping him dryly at his insistence.  A bead of precum spilling out as you move to rub the head of it. He hisses at his sensitivity. You decide to relent, giving him just a moment of sweetness that he doesn’t deserve. You lean down, hot spit spilling onto his cock. You pump faster with the new lubrication, small moans spilling from his mouth. 

His chest reddens, Roman could be vocal during phone sex sure but it was always breathless sighs. This was different, the reverberation of his whines pressing into his chest making him feel like a gong. His head pounding with the noise. He tries not to think about it, about this. About how you’ve crossed this line for the first time as more insults spill through your mouth. 

“Never gonna be good enough to be anything but my fuckdoll,” You say, looking at the faint outline of your hand working at the skin. The mixture of spit and precum shining under the moonlit night. He feels that familiar heat in his belly, his stomach twitching as his voice climbs. You pump him faster, the skin between your thumb and index finger running up the vein. His breath is ragged as he shudders.

“Shi-it, yeah.. nothing but your fuck toy,” He whines, his head thrashing on the pillow. The heat growing and growing as he loses himself in the feeling. Just as you feel his hips start to twitch you let go. He whimpers at the loss almost crying as he begs for you to touch him again. 

“Please— please don’t stop,” He mewls, hands coming to grip your forearm again. 

“You take what I fucking give,” You say, your lip curled in disgust as you shake his hands off. 

You let him stew in the loss of his orgasm, his dick is painfully hard and spasming as you remove your shorts. You slide his sleep pants off, moving in between his legs so his thighs crowd your knees. Your hands latch onto the meat of his thighs as you hook the back of his knees to your hips. You grab his cock tapping it against your entrance again. 

“F-fuck, m’ple—“ He chokes, not getting the full word out. 

“Yeah?” You try to make out his face in the darkness, the sound of his head nodding against the pillow mixed with his pants not enough. 

“Y-yeah,” He agrees, his voice smaller than normal. 

“I’ll stop Rome, I’m serious,” You say a little more sternly. 

“Just… fuckin’ put it in already,” He says, embarrassed but whiny at the idea. You give him a second to back down as you line up your hips with the tip of his cock. 

“Please,” Finally slips through his gasping lips. The tension in the room crackling as you slowly push into him. Your walls stretching as he slides into you. His hands grip onto the sheets, head thrashing at the sensation. This was much newer and tighter than his soft fist. 

“Look at you, so pathetic,” You say choking on your spit. It’s been too long since you’ve felt this, you’d sacrificed your pleasure for your relationship with Roman. One that you were semi-happy with, especially now that he’s moaning under you. 

You drag your hips, “Nothing more than a dildo to me,” You say as your hips slap against his ass.  

“Ye- yes,” He nods his head, his eyes scrunched closed. You start moving faster against him, the sound of skin slapping filling Roman’s apartment for the first time. You pound into him using him like the most expensive dildo in the world. His mouth hangs open, broken sounds leaving his pink lips. 

“So fucking eager for me, no one can fuck you like this, huh? So pathetic look at you moaning under me like a fucking slut,” You breathe as you lean over, your hand next to his head as you use him. You move your hips until you feel him hit that familiar part of you, a grunt leaving your lips. 

“Fuck’ disgusting, imagine your dad seeing this. Watching you get fucked, he’d be fucking revolted by you,” You say. 

“If only he knew his youngest son likes being treated like a common whore, just a pathetic little fuck toy,” Your voice lowering at the exertion of your movements. 

“Thank you thank you,” He mumbles, small droplets of tears in his eyes threaten to spill at his overwhelming pleasure. His moans growing louder and louder, that familiar heat building in his stomach again. 

“Please- please don’t stop,” He pleads, a moan hitching at the back of his throat as your hips buck wildly against his ass. The heels of his feet pressing into you to pull you closer. You chase your own release, the familiar fluter of your walls clamping onto him as you grow closer and closer. Grunts spilling from your lips faster, the thought of insulting him flown out the window. 

“So fucking perfect,” You gasp, leaning the rest of the way down to suck on whatever exposed skin you can find trying to quiet yourself. Your teeth grazing at the tendon on his neck, tongue gliding against the prominent vein as he clenches his jaw. His hips twitch, chasing his own release. His mind hazy at the feeling of you pressed all over him. He tries to will himself to focus on your words but when your teeth bite down a little harder he feels his eyes roll back. The threatening of his skin breaking at your mercy bringing him closer and closer to the edge until he’s careening over it. He whines and gasps, his face twisting in pleasure, mouth hung open. He sounds more like a rabid animal as broken sounds leave his lips. 

“Fuuuck” You gasp as you pummel his abused skin. His ass red with your repeated force and his cock already sensitive but his cum provides an easier glide as you use him. Tears spill down his cheeks at the overstimulation until you feel yourself free fall over the edge. Your hips bouncing against him as your thighs shake. Your face digging deeper into his neck, your mouth left open as you press it harder against his clenched muscles. 

You catch your breath before you lower his legs, soothing his aching muscles as he shudders. You try to warm him up, he’s probably not used to subspace. You try to pull him close as you finally lie next to him but he pushes your hands off. The disgust setting deep into his skin until it’s almost consuming him. You recognize that look in his eye, as you forcefully pull him toward the shower. You hand him the loofah, letting him rub his skin until its red and then yank it out of his hand. You’d only ever seen him like this a couple times before, when he decided to touch you on those rare occasions. You fear that this will break your relationship. That maybe you went too far with Roman. You turn around as he dries himself, you hand him a bottle of calming lotion. 

“For your skin, you rubbed it pretty raw,” You whisper afraid he’ll somehow runaway at your voice like a street cat. He tries to protest, “Put it on or I’m turning around and doing it myself,” You instruct. Making him feel like a kid again. 

“Okay buffalo bill,” He grumbles, slathering himself in the lotion as you put on your pajamas. He walks ahead of you fully dressed again, silently climbing into the bed, you lie next to him afraid he’ll try and run away but he does the unexpected. His head joins your pillow, his hand around your waist, as he breathe in your scent. For once in his life he stays held together, just slightly tattered and bruised because he's just a boy and you're just a girl. He sighs contently as you hug him back, your touch makes all the voices go away as he dozes off to sleep.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Okay I just watch digital circus because of your post and it was a blast and I love the character and the idea of a scenario came to me

Caine, Pomni, Jax, Ragatha, with an actor reader who loves to play into the adventures and play NPCs to set up the immersion maybe even write up some ideas for Adventures to make things more fun

Anyways have a great day night whatever and thanks for the fun writings

Thank you! Hope I did your ask justice!

Caine, Pomni, Jax and Ragatha x Reader who makes NPCs and writes

Caine

★ He really appreciates your help! It's hard work making up games for everyone to play while taking into account everyone's preferences. No matter how much you protest, he will use each and every idea you come up with.

★ Caine sets up a little studio for you to work in. It's filled with paper, multiple typewriterband all sorts of art supplies. Maybe some clay for you to build some models of a character you want to create?

★ You're NPCs are always great and often end up being a hit with the others. By that I mean the gang tolerates them more than his NPCs. You manage to give them more personally than he could have ever given.

★ If you somehow get Zooble to join in the fun he will congratulate you for doing a good job. His hat is off to you, you did something he thought was impossible. Now only if you could get Zooble to stop trying to swear...

★ I know the NPCs don't have any ai but Gooseworx confirmed that Bubble is a much simpler AI created by Caine. Therefore, he can theoretically make one of your characters come to life.

Pomni

★ At first she thought that the characters you make were real people. Once you told her that they were nothing but glorified puppets she had to question the sentience of everyone she's met so far.

★ You gotta make this girl a therapist. Aside from that it doesn't take her long to start asking questions about why you like to make different characters and stories.

★ She's not as creative as you, doesn't really understand the appeal of creating something like you do. The most she can do is come up with a few names.

★ Despite knowing that they aren't real people, Pomni still apologizes to the NPCs. It's force of habit. Maybe you could add some dialogue for if/when someone apologizes for something?

★ If we're being completely honest, she doesn't really like any of the NPCs. It just feels wrong when she needs to talk to them for something. It's like speaking to one of those robotic pre-recorded messages over the phone.

Jax

★ He's extra mean to the NPCs you make, just because he can. He knows that they can't get offended or upset but he doesn't care. They will be getting pushed into the mud.

★ When you decide to scrap an old character he gladly helps. The moment you say you need to get rid of it he's reaching for the nearest baseball bat. No need to worry about cleaning up 👍

Jax when the NPC starts to annoy him

★ Jax thinks it's funny when you get upset over him being mean to a NPC because you've grown attached to some of them.

★After that he asks you what you plan to make next. Can you blame him for being curious? Jax wants to know what you're planning before anyone else. Don't worry, he can keep a secret.

★ As a "joke" he told you to try and make a NPC that Caine would need to heavily censor. Just to see what the ringmaster would do. Whatever you made that day was thrown into the cellar.

Ragatha

★ She likes to watch you make different characters for certain situations. Caine wants to set up a fishing adventure? Best believe you are making an NPC who's a fisherman to set up the immersion.

★ You might overwork yourself while trying to come up with a game for everyone to play. Ragatha sometimes needs to step in to tell you to take a break. There's no use overworking yourself, go take a break!

★ She really wants everyone to have fun with the adventures you put together. There's no doubt that she loves them. Also she's the first person to yell at Jax for being mean to the NPCs.

[damiansgoodgirll]

heres something with damian: him and reader getting stranded in the airport due to a snowstorm and she cuddles up shyly with him

damian priest x reader

snow outside

you couldn’t believe your flight was getting delayed. well you actually could since there was a snowstorm outside but you really wanted to be home for the weekend and see your family that not even the end of world was going to stop you.

but the snow was increasing and a lot of flights got cancelled and you were worried about your flight too.

“you okay?” damian asked you when he sat next to you.

you just finished to film raw and even if you were supposed to be on different flights, you found yourselves stuck at the airport together.

“my flight is probably getting cancelled…” you whispered, trying everything you could to not to cry.

“mine too…i bet it’s sunny and cold in orlando tho…” he joked and you slightly smiled “are you going back home for a few days?” he asked while sitting next to you.

“i was supposed to before the flight got a four hours delay…” you said while reading all the delays on the screen.

“great…mine just got cancelled…” he said a little annoyed.

“what if i won’t be able to see my family?” you asked him and he could tell you were probably going to cry in any minute.

“hey…come here…” he held you closer “it’s not your fault and your family knows this…it’s just this freaking weather and the fact that we are in canada…and you gotta fly to vegas…i’m pretty sure it’s hot and sunny down there” he joked making you chuckled a little bit “i know how much this means to you…and i’m sure that you’ll see them very soon…” he said “…well, probably not tomorrow since your flight just got cancelled too”

“what?” you almost screamed in exasperation.

“hey hey calm down…take a deep breath for me hermosa…in and out…” damian saw how agitated you were and he was hurting for you. he knew how much you cared for your family and with the fact that you lived in orlando and they were in vegas, he knew you saw them not very often, plus with you being drafted from nxt to raw your life got busier and busier.

“i should call my mom and let her know i’m not visiting them this weekend…she was so excited when i called her yesterday…”

“i know hermosa…i’m so sorry…” he hugged you while you were typing your mum’s number. after calling her and explaining what was happening you felt a little bit more relaxed. you knew she wouldn’t be mad and that she would understand, you were just upset you couldn’t be there for her and your dad.

“it’s pretty cold outside…and here too…” you whispered trying to warm your hands a little bit.

thankfully damian was still hugging you so he didn’t make it awkward when his arm moved closer to your body to keep you closer to his bigger one.

he was cold too but he couldn’t help feeling all warm inside by having you so close.

there was a certain feeling between the two of you. you liked him more than a friend but you never understood his intentions. he was kind with you but he was kind with everyone so that didn’t make it special. he never showed anything that would make it seems like he was interest in you but right now, having him so close to you made you daydream about the relationship you could have.

“what if we share a hotel room?” he asked, waking you from your dream.

“what?”

“i mean…you’re clearly about to fall asleep here and even if i don’t mind you sleeping on me, this would be a very uncomfortable position for you to sleep and it’s clearly too cold here. plus all these people who’s flights been cancelled won’t stop making noise and it’s getting to crowded for my liking…we won’t be able to fly until tomorrow, hopefully the snow stops…and i’d rather sleep on a comfortable bed in a cozy room than staying here…” he said and honestly you were okay with everything he said. you knew there was the airport hotel just a few miles away and that the taxis were still going so before it was too late you both took the opportunity and got to the hotel.

damian got the room and - of course - there was just a bed. you pretended you didn’t care but inside you were the happiest person on earth.

you changed while he took a quick shower and both jumped into bed.

“dam…” you whispered.

“mh?” he turned his head just to see you.

“can you turn the tv on please? i - i can’t fall asleep without the sound…if it bothers you i can try and sleep-…” he didn’t even let you finish that the tv was on “thank you…”

“can i ask you why?” he was curious.

“i started doing it when i started living alone…i’ve always been scared of staying alone at night so the tv helped me calm…”

“but you’re not alone tonight” he almost teased.

“i know it’s just…it helps me you know?” you said shyly.

he loved how you just opened up to him and he honestly wanted to know every single detail of your life but he saw how you were about to fall asleep.

“i know…” he smiled “good night princesa…” he whispered while you closed your eyes. he fell asleep dreaming of more moments like this.

[the-sinister-story-teller]

Stranger Things Headcanons!

A/N: There will be a mix of both SFW and NSFW, I will put tags for both so no one is confused ^v^ I had SO much fun writing this, I was giggling like a toddler the entire time!! I hope it's enjoyable!

Characters: Eddie Munson and Billy Hargrove.

Mentions: No specific gender

Eddie Munson:

SFW He may be clingy at times, but not for the reason you think. It's more of him being a tad paranoid that you might leave him for someone else.

He is SUPER affectionate. Expect kisses, hugs, and hand holding all the time! He's made is clear you're his partner and no one else's by constantly, and I mean CONSTANTLY holding your hand. This boy LOVES holding your hand! Not to mention how much he loves it when you kiss the back of his hand, it makes him feel all bubbly inside. In public he isn't too big on PDA, but definitely doesn't mind it. He's ok with hand kisses, holding hands, and small hugs, but anything like cuddling is just too much in public around people in his opinion. He doesn't want the moment to be ruined by some jackass (or a friend), you know? In the beginning of the relationship with him, you two would spend hours over the phone just talking about whatever. On that note, he LOVES hearing you go on little tangents. You've caught him dozing off because of this!

"Eddie? Are you listening to me?" "Huh? Oh...well...I was listening to your gorgeous voice and couldn't help but doze off from sheer joy." "That's the most corny compliment Eddie!...I liked it."

He loves sleeping by you. Spooning is his favorite position to sleep by you in. Whether it's being held by you or him holding you, he loves it. Especially when he gets to hold your hand. Intertwine your fingers with him, and he'll melt like putty in your hands. (More on this later)

NSFW

He's surprisingly super flustered and bashful when in bed with you. He isn't very experienced with sex, and emphasizes that.

"Y/N I'm...I'm probably gonna suck absolute ass at this. So, I'm sorry in advance." "This is the fourth time you've said this, I don't mind!"

He isn't kinky at first, until he actually got to experiment certain things he thought was interesting. This lead to some interesting moments in bed. He is particularly fond of bondage and blindfolding most. He likes the thought of you being tied up and trusting him so much, and vise versa. He's more of a switch, but loves a good night when he's being dominated. Not to mention he loves being teased and teasing you.

"P-Please Y/N at least let me finish this plot I'm writing...I gotta get this new campaign story finished by tomorrow!"

He loves morning sex, especially when it's early and you both just woke up. He also likes midnight sex, again, when you both are all groggy and had just woken up. Please hold his hand- he fucking LIVES for it. He cracks jokes in the middle of it all and after it all. It's how he does aftercare. He gets you everything you need, and then helps and cleans you, before telling you jokes to make you giggle.

Billy Hargrove:

SFW:

At first, it was a one-sided relationship. He didn't pay much attention to what you needed, or he did and didn't care as much. It hurt for a bit, but you kept your patience with him. And to say that least, that's the best decision you've made this entire relationship. Because the more involved you got with the relationship, the more he eased up around you. He started to get really sweet towards you and was more attentive to your needs. Anytime you were upset or something was wrong and you tried to hide it, Billy was first to notice. every single time.

"Something's wrong. What happened and who did it?" "Billy I'm fine." "Bullshit 'cuz if you were fine you wouldn't be on the verge of tears."

You picked up on this, and didn't tease him for it because you know the moment that you would, he would stop, and you didn't want that. Eventually he'd start to pick up flowers for you. Of course, not before he asked what your top five favorite flowers were. He gets jealous easily, mainly because he doesn't want you to just up and leave. That being said, he hates it when people flirt with you, and when he's being flirted with, he makes sure they know he's taken. He loves having late night talks with you when you both wake up super late together. However he doesn't like it when your visiting while Neil is home. Speaking of Neil, he gets very pissed when Neil talks bad about you, and will stand up for you. Which sometimes results in a bad argument...Or worse...

NSFW

Oh boy...He's one experienced guy. It wasn't a surprise to you, given his reputation. By far his favorite position is doggystyle. Mainly because of the view he gets, and he just loves your ass overall. Despite being a dom 90% of the time, he doesn't mind having someone dominating him in bed. He adores it when you give him hickeys on his chest, neck, ect. He'll show it off to anyone who asks about it.

"Hm? Oh- This? Yeah, my (bf/gf) gave me it. What 'bout it?"

Heaven forbid he catches a guy flirting with you. You might as well pray for him to not take out his jealousy in bed. Remember how I said he'd be willing to get dominated? Yeah, well, he also loves giving/receiving oral, so just say the word and he'll drop to his knees to give you some damn good head. There are nights where he's super sweet and gentle during it all. Either to heal an insecurity of yours or to show his appreciation for you. Usually, this happens late at night or early in the morning. He does like tired and gentle sex, despite his usually rough and fast sex. At first, he was horrible at aftercare, but the longer you two dated, the better he got at it!

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A/N: I really enjoyed this- I know it isn't much yet but i will make more!! I promise! Toodles!

[lacontroller1991]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

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Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Original Idea by @neon-supernova and in honor of it being December I decided to post this on the first to set off a month of festive fics (and others)

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Rick lets out a giggle as you hush him, nervously looking around the downstairs of your house. If your kids saw their dad as Santa Claus, it would ruin Christmas for them, and you are not about to let your big goof of a husband ruin it for them. “You gotta be quiet honey.”

“Don’t worry, darlin’. Quiet is my middle name.” You roll your eyes at your husband before returning to your task of laying down a light dusting of powdered sugar by the fireplace and leaving a trail towards the tree while Rick rocks on his heels, wearing a full Santa outfit, pot belly and beard included, though Santa probably wouldn’t have a wide shoulder frame, let alone be 6’2.

“Ok, so you’re going to step one by one and make a trail leading towards the Christmas tree, then you’re going to have to take a sip or two of milk and eat some of the cookies.” Rick goes from mockingly saluting you to falling pale in an instance, the thought of eating his kids’ cookies already upsetting his stomach. It’s not that they taste bad, as a matter of fact the dough tasted rather good, it’s the fact that you and your kids forgot to set an alarm and then got distracted with making decorations that the cookies burnt in the oven and if it wasn’t for Rick’s attentiveness, they probably would’ve burnt the house down. “They’re not gonna be that bad, chill out.”

“I don’t know, baby, they look like lumps of coal that Santa would give to a person who’s been naughty.” He jokes, moving toward the fireplace and stepping in the powdered sugar, looking down at his feet. “Is this good enough?”

“Yes Mr. Claus.” Rick offers you a smirk as he takes one step at a time, making sure to leave visible boot prints in the faux snow as he makes his way over to the lit tree with seemingly endless presents underneath. If there is one thing for certain, it’s the fact that Rick loves to spoil his kids. Coming to a stop in front of the tree, he looks at the cookies before looking back to you, a look of despair on his face as you stifle a laugh, unaware of a pair of eyes watching the interaction. “Go ahead, Santa, eat the cookies those sweet kids made for you.”

Rick visibly gulps and picks up one cookie in his gloved hand, inspecting it through cut out glasses before dipping it into the milk and taking a big bite, grimacing at the taste of burnt sugar before swallowing. If he’s being honest, he’s had worse. “Is that good enough?”

“Mmhmm, would you like your Christmas present now, or later?” Your arms wrap around his expanded torso, looking up at the former colonel with love as he adjusts his gray beard, impure thoughts running through his head.

“Depends, is it a naughty gift or a nice gift?”

“A nice gift.” You release one arm and reach behind you, pulling out two sticks as Rick’s eyes widen, glowing a soft gold from the light of the Christmas tree.

“Are you?”

“It’s not confirmed yet. I have a doc appointment on Wednesday, but according to this, yeah, I am.” Rick doesn’t hesitate to lift you into his arms and spin you around as you laugh in joy. When you and Rick had started dating and eventually got serious, you knew he always wanted a big family and now that he has time for it, you’re more than willing to give it to him.

“Oh sweetheart, this is the best Christmas gift ever.” Rick sets you down and drags you into him, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips as you melt into him, a soft gasp causing you to break away and look to the stairs where a pair of feet can be seen running up the steps as you mentally curse yourself. You should have known John would be sneaking around, but Rick’s lips on your forehead stirs you from your thoughts.

“Hey, it’s okay. As far as he knows, I‘m just Santa. Now how about we get to bed? What says you, Mrs. Claus?”

“I think that sounds good. I love you, Rick.”

“I love you too, honey.”

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The next morning you wake up at the first peep of light through your bedroom window, only to see John standing at the foot of your bed, a stuffed animal in his hand and in his dinosaur Christmas pajamas.

“Hey baby, what are you doing up?” He doesn’t answer you, instead, he rushes over to Rick’s side of the bed and climbs on top of his dad, waking the retired soldier.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing up?” Comes Rick’s tired question, reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Judging by how dark it is still in the room, he probably guesses it's around 6 am.

“I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.”

“Is that so?” John nods, clutching his rhino stuffie to his chest as Rick looks over to you with a knowing smile, one which you return. “Well, mommy was probably just thanking Mr. Claus for bringing you and Sophie all those cool gifts,” Rick sits up and tickles John’s side as the kid collapses into heaps of giggles in Rick’s lap, curling into his father as you roll out of bed and put on your robe, a soft smile forming on your face before heading toward the door.

“Okay you two, let’s go wake your sister and go open those presents and drink some hot chocolate. How does that sound?” John simply nods his head before bolting out the door and into his sister’s room, most likely bouncing on the bed as Rick stretches out while you raise an eyebrow at him. “You almost blew it.”

“Relax, will ya? Go set Sophie and John down by the tree and I’ll make us some coffee and them some hot chocolate.”

“Alrighty and Rick?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For sucking up and doing the whole Santa Claus get up.” Rick chuckles before making his way over to you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“No, I should be thanking you. You’ve given me a family and it’s something I never thought I would have until I met you, so thank you.” And maybe it’s your pregnancy hormones, but the genuinity of his words has tears welling in your eyes.

“I love you so so much.”

“I love you too.”

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[lemoncrushh]

Wild Horses - Seven

Summary: Amber Crosby didn’t end up with the life she’d expected, but that didn’t keep her from following her dream. A young, up and coming country recording artist, she and her band set out to do just that. Trying to leave her past behind, it wasn’t until meeting Harry Styles that she realized just how her life could take a turn and alter her future forever.

A/N: Please note all portions in italics are meant to be flashbacks :).

Warnings: This chapter is very angsty. Some physical violence, mentions of drinking.

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Chapter Seven Word Count: 6.2k+

“No matter what she does, she can’t figure out what she’s doing wrong…” - Warrant; Sometimes She Cries

“Don’t quite like the look of those dark clouds,” Harry muttered as he stared out the window.

“Yeah, the forecast shows a thunderstorm,” Jeffrey commented, not bothering to look up from his phone as he sat in the booth across from Harry.

“Great,” Harry groaned sarcastically, sitting back in his seat as the waitress returned to fill their cups.

It was just as well, however. Horrible weather fit his horrible mood. He hadn’t hardly slept a wink that night, worried about Amber. He still felt awful that he’d rejected her, the look on her face burned into his brain. He was worried about her drinking and if she’d done any more of it after she’d arrived at her room. She’d been upset, and in her vulnerable state, he wasn’t sure what that could have caused.

But even more, he was concerned about her drummer. He certainly seemed to have a mean streak, especially when he’d been drinking. Though Harry hadn’t taken the time to size him up in the hallway, he wouldn’t have been surprised if Carter had taken to the bottle himself before their encounter. Harry still wasn’t certain about the history of Amber and Carter’s relationship, nor the current status of it, but after last night, he most definitely knew he didn’t care for the lad, and he was determined to keep an eye on him.

Lifting his phone to check the time, he let out a sigh, quickly dropping it back down onto the table with a thud. It was still too early. He wanted to give Amber plenty of time to rest. But his leg jerked under the table as he bounced it on the balls of his feet. Noticing the table shaking, Jeffrey finally looked up from his phone.

“What’s eating you?” he asked in an annoyed tone.

“Nothin’,” Harry grimaced. “Just...wondering if we might get rained out.”

“Don’t you worry, H,” Jeffrey half chuckled. “It’s not an outdoor venue to begin with, but even if it were, I doubt your fans would mind getting a little wet.”

“A little? You said a thunderstorm was coming.”

“Relax, Harry!” his manager’s eyes widened. “I’m just joking. But something tells me the weather is not what’s bothering you.”

Turning his gaze back to the window, Harry groaned, resuming the bounce of his leg.

“H, man, what’s wrong? Does this have anything to do with our conversation about Iris the other night?”

Ignoring his query, Harry grabbed his phone and gave Jeffrey a quick look before sliding out of the booth.

“Harry!”

“It’s okay, I just...I gotta check on something.”

Pulling his hood over his head, Harry slipped out of the nearly empty cafe and jogged across the street to the hotel. Reaching the lifts, he hastily pushed the button for his floor, though his intentions were not to go to his own room.

He could hear the beat before stepping closer to the familiar door. As he lifted his knuckles, he stopped them mid-knock, awkwardly chuckling to himself when he recognized the music coming from the other side of the door.

“Everyone else in the room could see it, everyone else but you-u,” the sweet voice sang along to his teenage one.

Leaning against the door, Harry couldn’t help but grin to himself as he continued to listen to Amber singing, pausing between phrases with what sounded like puffs of breath. Shaking his head incredulously, he wondered how on earth she felt well enough to work out this early after the state she’d been in the night before. Still, he was pleased to know she was awake, so he waited until the chorus was over to knock.

“Just a sec!” he heard her call through the door.

With another puff of breath, he heard the music stop before her voice got closer.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“Um...it’s Harry,” he replied, nerves suddenly finding him.

“Oh!”

The door swung open then, revealing Amber’s pretty face, pink and aglow from exertion. She wore a black and purple workout top and matching leggings, her feet in purple trainers, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. The sight nearly took Harry’s own breath away, and he quickly stood straight, clearing his throat.

“Morning, Harry,” she greeted cheerfully, her head tilting slightly so her ponytail leant to the left.

Fuck, she’s cute, Harry thought.

“Um…” he hesitated before a sudden burst of a giggle escaped from his lips. “Hi. You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she explained, as if it was the most natural reasoning. “So I figured I’d get my heart rate up before breakfast.”

“And you thought your hotel room was the proper place instead of the gym downstairs?” Harry inquired.

“Well…” Amber paused bashfully. “My earbuds are broken. And I didn’t figure anyone else in the near vicinity would appreciate having to hear my playlist. I like a strange mix of pop and metal to get my juices flowing.”

“I see,” Harry nodded, his forearm finding a resting position against the door frame as his own heart rate seemed to speed up in his chest at the mention of her juices. Remembering the song, his lips curled into a tiny smirk. “‘What Makes You Beautiful’ does it for you?”

Placing a hand on her hip, Amber wiggled her brows. “Of course. Five cute boys telling me I don’t know I’m beautiful? Heck yeah!”

Laughing harder, Harry caught the gleam in her eye before her smile faltered. Looking back at her bed, Amber sucked in her lips, then returned her gaze to Harry.

“So um… you needed to see me, or...?” she asked.

“Oh! Well, yeah...I just…” Harry stumbled, cursing to himself. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You know...after last night.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Amber nodded hastily. Looking up at him with wide eyes, her pink lips spread into another smile. “Fine, Harry.”

“Good. And your arm?”

“Oh, the bruise?” Amber looked down at her arm. “It’s fine. I hardly notice it now.”

“Okay,” he relented, dropping his arm from the door frame. “Good. That’s...good.”

A joyous sound sang from Amber’s mouth then, making Harry stare at her. He wasn’t sure he’d heard her giggle like that before. Perhaps she had the previous night while they’d spoken about books and music, but they hadn’t been sober then. He liked this sound.

“You can come in, you know?” she finally said, reaching her hand out for his wrist. “Unless you’d rather have this conversation in the doorway.”

“Oh,” Harry sighed, an echo of her laugh escaping his own lips.

Stepping back, Amber held the door open as Harry crossed the threshold into the room. He heard the click behind him before Amber strode past him to the dresser where she grabbed a towel and dabbed her glistening neck.

“I enjoyed hanging out with you last night,” Amber commented. “We should do it again.”

“Yeah?” Harry raised a brow, shoving his hands into his pockets. “‘Cause I was kind of worried that...I’d hurt you.”

“What? No! How could you...hurt me?”

“Well you know...because I wouldn’t kiss you-”

“Oh, please!” Amber waved away his comment with her hand. “I was drunk. And way too forward, apparently.”

“Oh.”

“I get super flirty when I’m drinking, Harry,” she explained, dropping the towel on the bed. “I’m more embarrassed than anything. I should be apologizing to you. You’ve been nothing but nice to me. Please forgive me.”

Harry watched as Amber placed her hand on her perspiring chest while she stepped closer, leaning forward. The sudden movements caught him off guard as neither quite matched her words. His gaze travelled down her hand to the peek of cleavage just below it. Internally shaking his head, he knew he needed to stay in the moment and not let his mind meander.

“Nothing to forgive, love,” he muttered.

Amber’s lips twitched into a wider smile as she tilted her head again, her ponytail grazing her bare shoulder.

“Have you eaten?” he heard her ask, though his focus was still on her damp skin.

Fucking get it together, mate.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, breakfast…” he cleared his throat again. “Sorry, yeah, I just ate with Jeffrey.”

“Oh,” Amber sounded, not bothering to disguise her disappointment. “Next time, call me first okay? Y’all always eat without me.”

“Sorry,” Harry said again, this time with a chuckle. “I will next time. But like I said, it was early and I reckoned you’d-”

“Be sleeping off my hangover,” Amber finished with a nod. “I gotcha. Maybe a text? Then if I don’t answer you’ll know I’m not awake yet.”

“Fair enough.”

“Same goes for dinner.”

“Alright,” Harry laughed. “But don’t you wanna eat with your friends?”

Amber made a face of shock. “You’re my friend!”

“I mean your bandmates,” Harry grinned, but his smile quickly faded when he recalled the actions of one particular bandmate.

“I told you last night, I can only take so much of them.”

“Hmm,” Harry agreed.

“I’d rather be with you anyway,” she added, bouncing where she stood.

Harry suddenly felt like the girl in “What Makes You Beautiful” as he found himself smiling at the ground. He knew his dimples were on full display, his cheeks a rosy pink as he lifted his head to see Amber smiling back.

“That’s nice to hear,” he declared just above a whisper.

A tiny sound released from Amber’s throat as she reached atop her head and pulled out the hair tie. Harry watched in silent awe as her hair cascaded down her back before she shook her head from side to side.

“Well, my tummy’s rumbling, Harry, so I should get my shower and go find something to eat.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure.” Harry hesitantly turned for the door.

“Thanks for checking on me,” said Amber. “That was really sweet of you.”

“Yeah, no worries. Enjoy your breakfast, and I’ll...see you later.”

“Mhmm,” Amber nodded, heading for the bathroom.

“Um...Amber?” Harry called, making her poke her head out of the doorway.

“Yes?”

“I…” he paused, re-examining his thoughts in his head. Should he tell her? No. Probably best unsaid. For now. “Never mind.”

With a slight pout, Amber shrugged. “Okay. See ya, Harry!”

Slipping out of the door, Harry let it click shut. He jumped when he felt a presence behind him, but when he turned around, he only saw Mitch’s back as he disappeared inside his own room. With a sigh, he eyed the room he knew to be Carter’s as he passed it on the way to his door, closing it with the tiniest of sounds.

The shower stream was thick and heavy, leaving trails of beads down Amber’s already hot and sweaty skin. Leaning against the tiled shower wall, she hoped the water would help disguise the tears streaming down her face, melding and mixing together before circling and finally slipping down the drain.

Exactly where she wished she could go.

Dallas had English fourth period, right before lunch. Faith had told her. How she’d found out, Amber hadn’t bothered asking. The fact that she knew next to nothing about him other than his choice of movies and trucks was pretty sad. She’d had sex with him, and she didn’t even know if he liked her. Heck, she didn’t even know if she liked him. All she knew was that she needed to talk to him.

So, she stood outside Mrs. Fontenot’s classroom that Friday, just before noon, waiting for him to emerge. Amber heard voices, a couple familiar ones until she saw the face she was looking for.

“Dallas,” she called meekly as he was about to turn left with a classmate he was chatting with. Stopping in his tracks, causing the person behind him to bump into his back, he muttered a quick apology before stepping to the side.

“Hey...Amber. What’s up?”

Amber wondered for a second if he’d forgotten her name. It wouldn’t have surprised her, given his deliberate ghosting, but none of that mattered now.

“Hey. I’ve tried calling you.”

“You have?” he asked, lifting his hand to scratch the back of his head. “When?”

“Like...a million times over the last two weeks.”

“Really? Oh hey...I um...I got a new number,” Dallas explained.

“You did?” she asked, starting to believe him.

“Yeah. My mom got me a new phone, and I had to change my number. That’s why you couldn’t get me.”

“Then...why didn’t you let me know that?” she asked.

“I...I’m sorry.”

Pursing her lips, Amber shifted her feet. “Well, I need to talk to you about something.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, hey, can I call you later? I don’t have my phone on me, and I haven’t memorized the new number yet.”

Despite the hard shell she had prepared around herself in order to get over the hurt, Amber felt her stomach plummet to the floor at the sound of the truth - of the words Dallas wasn’t saying. He’d never had any intention of ever calling her again.

“Oh,” she mouthed. “Sure.”

“Hey, I gotta get to class,” he lied again.

“I thought you have lunch now,” Amber accused.

“Well...um...yeah, but…” he looked down the hall, hoping to catch the eye of a friend or another willing fool. “I gotta go.”

Amber watched him turn on his heels, practically sprinting around the corner. She tried her best to hold in the moisture that was threatening to fall from her eyes. Slowly making her way down the other side of the hall, she looked down at her feet, avoiding eye contact with any living soul until she reached the girls’ bathroom where she locked herself in a stall for the remainder of the hour.

Soundcheck had gone well, despite the cold stares Amber received from Carter between songs. Ignoring him and focusing on making sure the mics were right, guitars were in tune, adding a few changes here and there, she was able to keep herself headstrong, her mind on her work. She didn’t want to have another episode like the night before, and if it meant not speaking to Carter at all, so be it. All he had to do was sit behind the drums and keep the beat.

The comfortable silence, however, was not to be. As soon as she made her way backstage, Carter called her name. When she acted as if she hadn’t heard him, it seemed to fuel his anger and within two steps, he had both hands locked around her arms.

“Why won’t you answer me!” he shouted through gritted teeth.

“Ouch, let go of me you bastard!”

“No! Fuck Amber, stop ignoring me!” he shook her, his angry face inches from hers, his mouth spitting as he spoke, giving away that he’d already been drinking. Or maybe he’d never stopped. “You’ve been avoiding me all day, what the fuck is going on?”

“As if you don’t know!” Amber yelled.

“What?”

Lowering her voice, Amber looked around to make sure no one was listening. Her other bandmates were still on the stage, discussing chord changes as she heard the strum of Johnny’s guitar.

“I have a fucking bruise on my arm because of you!” she accused, her words slow and steady. “Now let go of me before you give me another one!”

“Oh give me a break, Ambs, I didn’t fucking hurt you!” he said as he released her from his grip, jerking her backwards in the process. She nearly hit the wall behind her as she hugged her body, already feeling herself starting to crumble, the tears forming in her eyes once again.

“You can’t even see it anyway,” Carter rolled his eyes as he gestured toward the bruised arm.

“H-Harry saw it,” Amber muttered.

Carter scoffed. “Of course he did. That asshole needs to mind his own fucking business. We would be doing fine if it wasn't for him.”

“What!?” Amber shouted incredulously. “How can you even say that? We wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for him! We’d still be playing shitholes in Georgia!”

“Yeah, so fucking what,” Carter spewed. “At least we’d still be like we were, you and me.”

“Like we were? Carter, I keep telling you, there’s no we. No you and me! You and me...we’re through.”

“Says who?” Carter furrowed his brows as he stepped closer. “Styles?”

“Says me!”

Amber thought she caught a glimpse of disappointment in his eyes just before he shook his head.

“You know he can’t give you what I can. I’ve been there for you Amber! I know everything about you.” As he erased the space between them, Amber grimaced, expecting him to grab her again...or worse. But he didn’t. Instead, he just continued to stare at her with a set jaw, his eyes accusing and threatening.

“Everything,” he repeated before walking away and leaving her shaking against the wall.

Listening to the sounds of guitars on stage, Amber took several deep breaths to get her bearings. Wiping her eyes, she headed for the exit. She’d taken Jeffrey up on his offer to have a car drive her to the venue, so she was eager to get a ride back to the hotel. She could really use a drink…

No, she shook her head. She refused to let herself have a repeat of the night before. Allowing her thoughts to drift to a nice warm cappuccino instead, she pushed the back door open to reveal the pouring rain.

“Shit,” she cursed, not having brought an umbrella. “Of fucking course.”

Walking to the car, she let herself get drenched, not even bothering to hurry.

“Oh, Miss!” the driver called as he stood from the car, holding a large umbrella. “I would have come to get you!”

“It’s alright,” she mumbled as he opened the back door and attempted to cover her the rest of the way. Her clothes already soaked through and sticking to her skin, she slid into the backseat.

Grateful that the drive was short, Amber shivered as she made her way to the elevator and up to her floor. The chime that announced the opening of the doors couldn’t have come quick enough as this time she hurried toward her room.

“Amber!” she heard just as she slid the card key into its slot.

She didn’t need to turn to see whose voice it was.

“Bloody hell, you’re soaked to the bone!” said Harry.

“Yeah, no shit!” Amber scoffed, pushing the door open. “Great observation; you win a medal.”

“Hey!” Harry pushed the palm of his hand against the door as Amber slipped inside. Turning around, Amber saw the look on his face, a mix of anger and hurt...and concern. Her shoulders falling, she let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” she admitted. “It’s just…”

And just like that, the tears returned, and she wept.

“Hey,” Harry said again, only this time much softer. Stepping into the room, he let the door fall shut behind him as he wound his arms around her.

“Shhh,” he cooed as Amber cried against his chest. Her arms found his waist, throwing herself around him in a tight embrace. She let her senses take all of him in, the scent of his cologne on his clothes, his soft touch on her back while his fingers combed the ends of her hair, his even breaths as his chest rose and fell beneath her cheek.

“What is it, my love?” he asked tenderly. “What happened?”

After a few moments of silence other than the sounds of her sniffling, she shook her head. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Not right now.”

“Amber…” he whispered, making her lift her head. His eyes locked with hers as he pushed a wet strand of hair from her forehead. “I know we haven’t known each other that long...and I would never want to pry, but...I’m a good listener.”

Gulping and sniffling again, Amber mumbled against the front of his hoodie.

“Do you ever just...feel like no matter what you do, you can’t win? Like you know what’s wrong for you, but you keep going back to it because you’re afraid to let go? And then when you tell yourself you’re ready to let go...you can’t?”

His arms still around her, Harry ran his hands down her back and up again. “Sorry, am I supposed to answer that honestly? Because this is about you, not me.”

“I don’t know. I guess not.”

Amber felt him let out a deep breath and heard the sound of him swallowing. His fingers finding the ends of her hair again, absent-mindedly pressing them to relieve them of the moisture from the rain, he spoke again softly, his voice as gentle as a lullaby.

“I can tell you that whatever it is you’re feeling, whatever doubts you have about your decisions...listen to your gut, Amber. I know that sounds trite and cliche, but I’m a true believer in following your heart.”

With a hesitant nod, Amber sighed again, stepping back from his hold. Wiping her wet face with the back of her hand, she swallowed hard.

“I could really use a drink right now,” she admitted.

With a slow exhale, Harry ran his fingers through his hair. “I got a better idea.”

“What’s that?” Amber asked.

“Why don’t you change your clothes, and we’ll go downstairs and get some coffee or hot cocoa.”

A smile threatened to grow on Amber’s lips as she remembered her earlier thought. “Or a cappuccino?”

“Absolutely,” Harry smiled, the dimples making their first appearance since he’d walked in the room.

“This is really nice,” Amber grinned, holding her warm mug with the sleeves of her hoodie.

Since Amber had gotten Harry’s sweatshirt wet from their embrace, he’d gone back to his room to change into a different one, bringing an extra for Amber. The smile she’d given him when he’d handed it to her was priceless, and the one she’d beamed when she noticed it said TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS was even more incredible.

When she’d said she’d needed a drink earlier, Harry hadn't wanted to tell her she didn’t, even though that was exactly what he’d thought. But he didn’t want to make her angry for sounding accusatory, so he’d come up with a different approach and suggested the cafe.

“I suppose from now on if I want a drink, I can just get hyped up on caffeine instead,” she joked feebly, her face falling when she noticed Harry wasn’t smiling.

“Amber,” he said solemnly, “are you...happy?”

“Being on tour with you?” she asked with wide eyes. “Oh God, of course!”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”

Her face falling, Amber looked down at her cappuccino. “Oh. What do you mean?”

“I mean...what makes you happy?”

“Music,” she replied without skipping a beat. “Being on stage and singing.”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, his thumb running across the edge of his cup while his mind danced with the words he was trying to convey. “What about when you’re not doing that?”

Shrugging again, Amber lifted her mug to her lips and took a long sip. “I don’t know really,” she finally replied, setting her cup down. “I haven’t really thought about it. My life has only been about that for a long time now.”

Pinching his lower lip, Harry thought for a moment. “But other things must make you smile. You seemed pretty happy this morning when I knocked on your door.”

A pretty pink tint flushed her cheeks before she quickly looked down. Harry held back the smile that twitched his lips as he awaited her answer.

“That’s because it was you,” she admitted shyly.

Harry chuckled. “That’s lovely, but not what I meant.”

“Oh,” Amber pulled the sleeves of Harry’s hoodie over her hands. “I guess I’m not doing a very good job at understanding what you mean.”

“No, maybe I’m not explaining it very well,” said Harry, his voice gentle as he didn’t want to make her feel insecure. “I meant you seemed...alive. More than I’ve seen you since we met, other than when you’re on stage.”

“Oh, that’s just adrenaline.”

“I see. So the adrenaline from exercise is the same as when you’re performing?” Harry asked.

“Mmm, not exactly,” Amber replied. “I was sober.”

Staring at her, a few pieces of the puzzle that had been floating around in his brain locked together.

“Do you…” Harry began, trying to dance around the topic delicately, “feel like you need to not be sober to get that adrenaline on stage?”

Looking down at her mug again, Amber pulled her hand out of her sleeve and ran it through her hair.

“Not really,” she muttered. “At least, I didn’t used to. It just...sort of became a habit. And it felt great. When I went out on that stage after a few drinks...it was like...I transformed into someone else. I’m the person I wanna be out there.”

Harry nodded, his eyelids blinking slowly. “Believe me, I completely understand. I’d be a hypocrite if I said a drink or two before stepping out on that stage didn’t loosen me up.”

Amber nodded, sucking in her lips. “I know it’s gotten out of hand, Harry. It’s not like I’m unaware. I’ve been trying to control it, really. It’s just somehow a drink or two leads to an entire bottle, and-”

“Hey,” Harry held up a hand to interrupt, “I’m not pointing a finger or anything here, Amber. That’s not what this conversation is about. I’m just asking questions.”

Silent again, Amber took another sip of her cappuccino. Harry watched as she closed her eyes, letting the warm liquid soothe her. Or perhaps she was wanting to avoid taking the conversation further, he wasn’t sure. But when she set down her mug and wiped the foam mustache from her top lip with the back of her hand, he couldn’t help but grin.

“Can I ask something else?”

“Go for it,” Amber conceded, sitting back in her seat.

“Other than working out, what things do you enjoy doing...sober?”

With a pout on her lips, Amber gazed around the room, then shrugged. “I like spending time with my family.”

“Yeah? Do you miss ‘em?”

“Very much. Especially Laci. My baby sister.”

Harry smiled. “How old is she now?”

“Four and a half. She goes to preschool and takes ballet and likes to sing the ABCs,” Amber beamed, and Harry could detect something in her face that revealed her fondness for the child.

“You have a special bond?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“What about your band?” Harry inquired next.

“What about ‘em?” Amber raised a brow, and Harry didn’t miss the tone her voice conveyed.

“I know you said you can only take so much of them...I believe those were your words.”

“Yeah,” Amber shrugged.

“But do you enjoy spending time with them? When you’re not making music, I mean.”

Harry watched Amber’s chest rise as she inhaled, then let the breath out slowly through her nostrils.

“Yes and no.”

Harry raised a brow this time, silently asking Amber to explain.

“Brendan and Johnny are okay. But I guess...I don’t really think of them as my friends? If that makes sense. Like...they’re good guys, but unless we’re doing band stuff...I don’t really hang out with them.”

“I see,” Harry nodded, hesitant to say the next two words. “And Carter?”

Amber shrugged. “Carter is...someone I have probably spent more time with than I needed to.”

“Oh?” Harry was intrigued, but didn’t wanna push her to reveal anything she wasn’t ready to tell.

“He’s…” Harry watched her face as she paused, “Let’s just say our relationship isn’t what it used to be.”

“I’m sorry.”

As she lifted her head, Harry got a good look at her face, her expression pensive and desperate just before she blinked and gave him a smirk.

“Stop saying that.”

“What? I can’t be sorry that things didn’t work out for you? Even if I had nothing to do with it, I’m still sorry.”

Biting her lip, Amber leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table. “What about you then?”

“Me?”

“I might’ve heard something about a failed relationship recently.”

His heart sinking, Harry reached a hand for the napkin dispenser. “I was rather hoping you hadn’t. I mean, I was sure you had, seeing as it was all over the internet, but you hadn’t mentioned it.”

“Maybe because I don’t really keep up with that sort of thing,” Amber admitted. “And because Clare kind of told me.”

“Great,” Harry scoffed, lifting his hot mug to his lips.

“Oh, please don’t be mad at her,” Amber begged with sincere eyes. “She actually didn’t give me details or anything. It was just a fleeting thought in our conversation. It was all very vague. I don’t even know her name.”

“Iris.”

“Huh?”

Harry sighed. “Her name is Iris. Iris McCullough.”

Her mouth turned in a frown, Amber shrugged. “See? I don’t even know who that is.”

With a light chuckle, Harry set down his cup. “She’s an actress from Brighton.”

“Ooh. I bet she’s pretty,” said Amber. “And very posh. That’s a word the British use, right?”

Giggling, Harry felt the tension ooze from his neck and shoulders - the tension he hadn’t realized had come at the mention of her.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And yes, she is.”

“Hmm. Well then...I’m sorry, too.”

The rain had let up for the most part by the time they left the cafe, leaving only a slight drizzle. They’d ended up staying long enough for Amber to decide she wanted a BLT, taking the rest of the lemonade she’d ordered with her in a to-go cup. With their hoods over their heads, they made their way back to the hotel. Despite the walk being a mere five minutes, if that, Amber kept an eye out for anyone who resembled a loitering fan, pleasantly surprised to find none.

“Looks like Jeff has your whereabouts on lockdown now,” she commented when they stepped onto the elevator.

“Hmm,” Harry hummed with a nod, his long ringed finger pressing the button for their floor. “The rain might have a little bit to do with it too.”

“Oh yeah,” Amber agreed before letting out a chuckle. “I don’t know, Harry, I doubt the crazy fans would give a shit about the rain if they thought they could see you.”

Giving her a look, he shook his head. “You sound like Jeffrey. He said almost the exact same thing to me this morning.”

“He did?” Amber gasped, covering her mouth.

“Yeah,” Harry laughed as the doors opened and he stepped out. “Only he didn’t use the word ‘crazy’.”

Pushing the hood off of her head, Amber looked up at him. “It’s kind of hard out there, isn’t it?”

“Out there?”

“I mean...getting to just...be. Going out without being recognized.”

“Sometimes,” Harry shrugged.

Walking with him towards her door, Amber grinned as she had an idea. “We should think of some things to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean...together. Out there. Where you won’t get bombarded.”

A grin slowly grew on Harry’s face and Amber bit her lip. Every time he smiled at her like that, she felt a little flutter in her tummy, and something else she couldn’t quite name.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know…” she mused, sucking on her straw. “I’ll have to come up with something.”

“Alright then. Just let me know when you do.”

Stopping at her door, Amber turned around. “Have you ever been to a country bar?”

Harry’s laugh rang out into the hall, a sound Amber decided she could listen to as much as his music. Maybe even more.

“You mean like a honky tonk?” he grinned.

Amber rolled her eyes. “I don’t think they’ve been called that since the seventies, but yeah.”

“Where you dance the two-step and ride a bull,” Harry added.

“Okay, someone has definitely seen Urban Cowboy. Not all country bars are Gilley’s, Harry, and they don’t all have a mechanical bull.”

“I’ve actually ridden a mechanical bull,” Harry declared.

“You have not!”

With a giggle, Harry nodded. “Yes, I have.”

“Aren’t you something?” Amber muttered, pretending to be casual while her insides were screaming. “Well, I don’t know about up here, but when we get to my neck of the woods, I’ll definitely take you to a country bar. No bull though.”

“Sounds great,” Harry continued to grin.

“Um…so I guess I’ll catch a quick nap before the show. I’ll see you later?”

“Of course. Glad to see you feeling a little better,” he said, reaching a hand to touch her elbow.

“Thanks,” she whispered.

“Have a good nap,” Harry smiled before starting for his room.

Pulling out her card key, Amber had a thought. “Harry?”

“Yes, love?” he turned.

“This is another thing,” she said softly.

“Sorry?” Harry stepped closer, the narrow space between them making Amber nearly light-headed, nervous to say what was on her mind. But his green eyes were kind, a mellow aura about him silently urging her forward.

“Something that makes me happy,” she admitted. “Something I enjoy doing...sober...or not.”

The corners of his lips began to curl as he asked, “What is?”

“Being with you.”

Though the concert itself went fairly smoothly, the tension on stage was so thick, it could have been cut with a knife. Much like at soundcheck, Amber caught a scowl on Carter’s face every time she turned around. No longer was he winking at her, giving her encouragement like he used to. He did his job. That was it, though he did seem to be doing it under duress. At the same time, Amber didn’t look to him for anything other than a count-off. She wasn’t drunk when she got on stage, and she didn’t take a sip of anything other than water during it.

Before it was her band’s turn to take the stage, she’d found Harry in the hall and asked if she could join him in his dressing room. The one glass she’d shared with him, just like that first night, was all she’d had all day. And she planned to keep it that way. It was enough to make her limbs loose, her mind a little less crowded, and that was all she needed.

Saying her thank yous to the audience, giving one last wave, she walked backstage, happy with her performance. Had it been her best? Probably not, she thought to herself. But she knew once and for all that she didn’t need the liquid courage to do her job.

Just as she stepped into the wings, a pair of arms wound around her. His scent was what gave him away, if not his warm embrace. Letting him hold her, their bodies swayed as she sighed, feeling tiny tears form in the corners of her eyes. For the first time in a while though, they were happy tears.

“You did great, love,” he murmured, his breath tickling the top of her head before he placed a kiss there. “I’m proud of you.”

“How…” she swallowed, “how did you even know I was nervous?”

“Because...I’m your friend. You didn’t have to say a thing.”

“Harry, you’re so-”

“Of fucking course, I knew it,” Amber heard a voice spew behind her.

“Sorry, mate, you knew what?” asked Harry as he patted Amber on the back and released her.

“That you two were fucking.”

“Carter!” Amber shouted as she turned to face him. 

“Excuse me, but what exactly about hugging a friend tells you that?” Harry asked.

Carter rolled his eyes. “Friend, right. She’s a fuckin’ prick tease, man. Get out while you can.”

Even in the dim lights of the stage wings, Amber could see the seething looks growing on both men’s faces. Afraid a fist fight may break out, she didn’t know whether to stop it now or go find help. Just then, her other two bandmates showed up.

“What’s going on?” asked Brendan.

“Styles here thinks he can be all suave as if I don’t know what’s really happening.”

“Nothing’s happening, Carter!” yelled Amber.

“No? Then why are you spending all your fucking time with him now, instead of me?”

“That’s none of your business!”

As she started to walk away, Carter grabbed her arm, jerking her back to look at him.

“It is my fucking business, you little slut!” he spat. 

“Ow, let go of me!” Amber screamed just as Harry lunged forward. Johnny however, held him back while Brendan did the same with Carter.

“Let go of her!” Harry shouted. “Now!”

“Let go, man,” Brendan muttered in Carter’s ear.

Shaking Amber free from his grip, Carter seethed with rage, ready to take a swing at Harry just as Jeff appeared.

“What the hell is going on here?” he inquired angrily.

The five of them froze in their spots as they stared at their manager. At Amber’s sudden burst of tears, Harry released himself from Johnny’s grip to run to her, taking her into his arms as she sobbed. Very slowly and apprehensively, Brendan let go of Carter. Amber knew that had it not been for Jeffrey’s appearance and hard glare, Carter probably would have made a move. Instead, he scoffed as he started to walk off, turning once to spit fire at her.

“You act like you’re all better than me now that you got a record deal and a manager, hanging out with your new highfalutin friends. But you haven’t changed at all. You’re still trailer trash and always will be.”

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Fucked With a Chainsaw Bent Backwards— Episode 1

This is part 1 of my fic A New Kind of Familiar! Tags and other chapters can be found here!

Raphael was positive someone was fucking with him. He’s been dumped into another dimension and has no way back. Honestly, color him fucked bent backwards with a fifty foot chainsaw.

Raph had never necessarily had issues with anger. Or, at least, during the beginning. Sure, he got frustrated, but never…never to the degree that it happened now. Actually, he used to cry when he got upset. Frustrated or otherwise. His brothers often taunted him because of that. But then, Splinter started getting on him, once he turned 7.

Raphael, you are to stop this childish behavior now.

But— I can’t— Papa, I keep losing ! Leo’s j’s— he laughs at me!

He’d spoken through his shaky gasps for air, his tears running unchecked. Leo looked unbothered, almost.

*****!

He’d gone silent immediately. Splinter hadn’t used that name in probably a year. His hands were still shaking, and he sniffed pitifully, the betrayed expression trained on Leo, who looked remorseful enough. But it had no longer mattered. He wiped his nose roughly, balling his fists. And then, it was a blur. The only thing that had brought him back was the shocked but rushed, and slightly concerned “Raphael, you have won! Enough!” from Splinter. He hadn’t felt any less bad. The pit in his chest— he wasn’t sure when that got there —wasn’t any smaller. It only seemed to grow from there.

Once Master Splinter died, the barbs from his brothers got even worse. And tonight, after all the jeering from his brothers about his anger problem, Fishface was working his goddamn nerves. His ears were static and he was seeing red. Each hit he landed felt good, and he hit harder each time. Every hit he received only further fueled his anger, which led him to continue this cycle as the static grew louder.

He heard the muffled “Raph, get out of the way!” in Donnie’s voice, then a terrified oops from Mikey, then all of his brothers were screaming at him to move. But he couldn’t stop. He could take a hit, it wouldn’t hurt him. Even if it did, he wouldn’t be upset. He deserved some sort of repercussions for how he was treating them lately.

Then he realized, a moment too late, that the portal device had been finished. He turned, wide-eyed, to see the ray hit him, as the anger-fueled haze disappeared in a blink. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out as he was swallowed by the beam.

New York, his home, was a beautiful city. A city that never slept. But god damn did he hope that he was asleep right now. He had dreamt the whole thing, he was sure. He was dreaming. Because, Raphael was certain he was in New York. But… this wasn’t the New York he knew. It was…brighter. The red-wearing turtle slipped into an alleyway, only to bump into something. He fixed his glare, turning and looking up at…

“Uh, Leon, is that another turtle?”

“It looks like it. Hey, uh, bandanna, red,” Leon muttered. “Kinda Raph’s thing. You think he’ll be all ‘ohmigosh , Donnie, have you been cloning me again?’ or what? By the way, did you do this?” Raph was gestured to. He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming. He laughed slightly, no humor behind the sound.

“I gotta be dreaming,” he said, shaking his head. “First I get dropped in some weird version of New York, now I see other turtles, and one of ‘em just happens to be a nerd named Donnie. And there’s a Raph. I’m dreaming. I must’ve hit my head fighting Fishface,” he chuckled, not noticing the stares at first.

“What’s your name, weird stranger turtle?”

“Raphael Hamato.”

“The multiverse is real.”

“Look, this is either a dream or some type of sick joke. And if it is, you can go on back to whichever of my brothers put you up to this and say it’s not funny. They can take their little joke and shove it up their ass, I’m not gonna fucking cry over it like they want me to.”

“Woah, dude, calm down. This isn’t a joke, we have no clue how you got here, but I’m pretty sure you’re not dreaming. You’re in New York, I’m Leo, and Donnie here isn’t the cause of this whole mishap, for once.”

“But mine fucking is. Wait, crap! You’re still a nerd, use your science-y bullshit, and—“ he cut himself off. He hadn’t said goodbye to Slash or Leatherhead before he left. Worse, he hadn’t paid his respects to Tang Shen, which he found much more pressing of an issue. They’d set up a more elaborate shrine for her, and Raph had found himself quite attached after these past few months. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten. He felt like shit.

“—ph? Hello, other Raph? You with us?”

He startled, snapping out of his thoughts. He balled his fists to stop their shaking. “Yeah. I miss somethin’?”

“I do not currently have the technology to send you back. However, until I do, you are welcome to stay with us.”

He waited for this Leo to say something. To look at him like he was dirt, or question what Splinter would think, or even just say he didn’t want this risk. But all that came was a slight smile.

“We were just about to finish patrolling. You could tag along.”

He was almost surprised.

“I don’t have much of a choice anyway,” he replied, shrugging. “Lead the way,” he muttered, biting back a snarky fearless leader, if only because this wasn’t where he was from.

Patrolling was filled with occasional questions from either turtle and short answers from himself, but they didn’t run into anything. They stopped just above a manhole.

“Alright. I texted the guys, so we can just go in. Stay close, other Raph,” other Leo said, receiving a huff from the red-wearing turtle. The sewers were even different. He’d really just been thrown into something, hadn’t he?

“Alright, guys, we’re back!” announced the slider when they reached…the lair? It looked so weird compared to the one he was used to. He froze in the doorway as he took it all in. There was so much stuff. It was so much lighter.

“What the hell happened here?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s so…weird. It’s nothing like the lair I grew up in.”

“Well, this dimension is likely not like yours.”

“Yeah.”

A dark green turtle with bright yellow spots all over himself ran in, and spotting the orange bandanna, Raph recoiled immediately. He never could be around Mikey. He always fucked things up when it came to his little brother. This world’s Mikey threw himself onto Other Leo, hugging him.

“Leo! You missed it, Jupiter Jim came out with another movie!”

“Wait, really!?”

“Fuck is Jupiter Jim?” he muttered under his breath, receiving no answer as the other Donatello walked over and rubbed Mikey's head, smiling slightly.

“Did you guys record it at least?”

“Yeah, of course! We can all watch it during dinner, I was thinking. I didn’t wanna watch it until you guys came home. Speaking of, I wanna see the Raph you guys found.”

He grimaced. When Other Mikey was facing him, he felt panic make his throat seize up.

“Hello, other Raph! I’m Mikey, if you didn’t realize that— woah! He’s shorter than me! Cool!”

He felt a glare form automatically at the mention of his height, fighting the urge to sink into his shell to instead work up some venomous comment. Before he could articulate it, the taller turtle continued talking.

“Anyway, I’m sure Donnie’ll have you home soon. In the meantime, make yourself at home. Any allergies I should know about before I start cooking?”

He waited briefly for complaints about Mikey’s cooking, but there were none. Maybe he was a good cook? That was weird. “No.”

“Alright. Dad’s out with April, so his phone is on emergency only. As for Raph, I think he’s working on his latest project. Yaknow, trying to…well, you know. Anyway, other Raph, we’re glad to have you.”

He was getting anxious, with the sudden nervous air after this Mikey deftly avoided a topic that Raph didn’t know about. He simply hummed in acknowledgment, offering an uptick of his mouth close enough to a smile. The two who’d brought him here started toward a doorway, and Raph kind of stood there for a second. He didn’t want to follow them around, he wasn’t a lost puppy (although he was lost), but he wasn’t sure where to go otherwise. This wasn’t his lair. So, he ended up trailing after other Mikey, finding the kitchen. The turtle was cooking, leaving Raph to lean against one of the counters, crossing his arms over his plastron. He watched the other work, staying silent while the orange-clad turtle hummed to himself.

“Hey, other Raph, have you had any Asian food, like ever? I’d assume so, since I think your Splinter is also Asian, but I could be wrong.”

“He was, but, uh…guess you could say we’re worse off than you guys seem to be.”

The other turtle hummed, nodding. “I see. Well, dinner’ll be fun.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If you’ve never had it before, you’ll probably be all like ‘woahhh this is the best shit ever holy crap’ or something, and then Raph’ll be happy you’re happy, Leo’ll probably laugh a bit, Dee won’t say anything but he’ll smile, and Junior… I dunno, he’ll probably get a fond look but not say anything either. Point being, tonight will be good for everyone.”

He simply hummed, not really understanding, but pretending to.

“What are your brothers like?”

Assholes, was his first thought. He took it back immediately though. He was the asshole. They were just normal, and he was evil.

“Well. They’re my brothers. Uh, Donnie likes his science-y stuff. I guess. And he’s really creative with his insults. Then again, they all are. He’s really smart, extensive vocabulary and stuff. Leo’s…really…he’s a leader. A better one than I could ever be, but… he’s good at everything,” he said, speaking with more bitterness than he’d intended. “And Mikey is the most creative with his insults.”

He didn’t mention how he only realized it once they started being aimed at himself.

“But he’s also, like…um…he’s the nicest one out of all of us. He forgives a lot of stuff, and uh…Yeah. Smarter than I normally give him credit for.”

“I see. They sound nice.”

“Yeah.”

No, they didn’t. Mikey was lying, obviously, but he wouldn’t say anything. Dinner was finished soon enough and Raph helped to bring plates to the living room, and once he was seated with his own, he inspected it. Mikey had gone off to get his Raph. He decided to set it down, hearing a voice soon after.

“Boys, April is sleeping over! Get her room ready for her.”

He raised his eyes, looking to the doorway as he straightened up automatically. The rat that entered was much shorter than the one he was used to, but his eyes blew wide and a shiver ran through him regardless. The rat looked at him in mild confusion as he fought the tears prickling in the back of his eyes, his question more of a shaky gasp than anything.

“Sensei?”

That only further confused the mutant, and he looked as though he was about to start talking, before Raph felt one pathetic tear trail down his face. He couldn’t tell if he was happy to see his father alive or terrified. He stood up, wobbly on his feet before he even realized he was getting up, and after his feet sent him a staggering step backwards, he had his answer. Even with this, he still felt the dull ache in his chest fade slightly with the knowledge that the rat lived.

“I uh…think I’m gonna go get some air,” he said haltingly, bowing promptly. “‘Scuse me.”

After this, he rushed from the room, trying to remember the way back to the surface. Before he could make any moves, he bumped face first into something. Glaring upwards through his now-running tears, he was unprepared for the sight in front of him.

The turtle was so big, and muscley, too. Everything that Raph had strived to be ever since he realized he didn’t meet the normal standards of being a man. And…it was Raph. His glare fell apart instantly, and he was stuck staring dumbly up at the larger Raphael. The mentioned turtle was obviously concerned, though he didn’t say anything yet. As he realized he was still crying, shame washed over him and he lowered his eyes, head sinking into his shell ever so slightly.

“You must be the Raph they brought home.”

He nodded, not trusting his voice. Big Raph simply offered him a small smile.

“You angry, or just upset?”

The question surprised him a little, and it showed. After a moment or so, he answered.

“I, uh..” he coughed, hoping to fix his voice up. “Not angry.”

The larger hummed, nodding. “Can I hug ya, or would you rather not?”

He shook his head, feeling it sink further into his shell.

“I won’t tell anyone, buddy, don’t worry. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong. You wanna eat with the others or would that be bad?”

A more frantic no, this time, which was noted by the turtle before him.

“I’ll go grab your plate, and then we can go to my room, if you’d like. I won’t ask any questions, I won’t say a word to anyone else, I promise.”

He considered it for a few moments. Was this a good idea? Would he regret it? If Leo found out, he’d just call him a baby. Donnie would never let him live it down, and Mikey…he’d just give him that look.

But maybe this Raph knew all that. Maybe they weren’t different. Maybe this Raph was okay. He nodded, finally, and the snapping turtle walked off. He just stood there, sniffing pathetically while he tried to stop his leg bouncing, arms wrapped around himself. He probably looked like such a baby right now.

Big Raph came back and placed a large hand on his shell, guiding him forward. They reached the taller’s room and he was a little surprised at what he saw. A lot of… red and pink, and stuffed animals. Speaking of, after he was sat down on the rug in front of the bed, he was handed a Kuromi plush, which he took without much argument.

Raph rested his cheek on top of it, petting the fabric rhythmically to calm himself. After a while, he swiped at his face, clearing his throat before he spoke this time.

“Won’t your brothers think you’re weird for all this? Or, yaknow, a sissy or whatever?”

The larger was digging on a shelf for something, giving him a small glance, before turning back around. The snapper’s tail curled around nothing and then uncurled.

“I used to think so. I was terrified. But no, they don’t think anything of it.”

“But…hold on, are you… ya know,” he questioned, feeling his face heat slightly in embarrassment.

“ Which ya know? Raph is a lot of things.”

“Well…the, uh…the…you know, the absence of testosterone where there should be.”

“Ohhh. No, but Leo is.”

This dimension was crazy. Everything was all backwards, and it was really fucking confusing. Leo was trans? That was like saying turtles had wings— not counting Turflytle.

So then, this Raph was exactly what he’d wanted to be for the longest time. But then, if he was an actual guy, wouldn’t his brothers say something about everything?

“Then…don’t your brothers say stuff about all this?”

“Fortunately not.”

“What about Splinter?”

“Either doesn’t know or doesn’t care.”

He didn’t know what to say. He was dumbfounded.

“You should eat your dinner before it gets cold,” the larger reminded him, not taking the first bite of his own food, oddly enough. Raph took a forkful and perked up immediately.

“Holy shell, this is so much better than worms and algae, or even pizza, what the fuck!”

A tiny chuckle, laced with enough fondness that Raph didn’t think it was at him, had him glancing up. The other red-wearing mutant simply waved him back to his food, eating his own.

“I’ll let Mikey know.”

“You do that. But don’t say it in a…weird way. Ya know what I mean?”

“I do, bud. I won’t, promise.”

He simply nodded, finishing up surprisingly quickly and sighing contentedly afterward.

“Why don’t you tell me a little about your brothers? I won’t tell a soul, I promise. It’ll never leave this room.”

“No.”

“Okay. Do you also like Hello Kitty?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, we can watch that. I’ll be right back. I gotta ask the guys where you’re sleeping.”

“‘Kay.”

Big Raph walked out, leaving him to look around more. And think, because what was it with this universe and being totally backwards? He liked the way Big Raph’s room looked. The Princess Peach poster on one of the walls caught his attention. He and Big Raph weren’t so different after all. He didn’t move from his spot, something telling him not to. When he heard Big Raph coming back, he straightened immediately, for some reason. He relaxed when the larger actually walked in.

“You can sleep here or in the living room until we get a car ready for you.”

He nodded, acknowledging the speech, before speaking, himself, “You mind if I just…look?”

With the vast physical differences, he was a little curious.

“Go ahead. ‘Course, look and touch are two different things.”

“I know. I am Raph.”

A chuckle. “This is true.”

The guy was built like a tank. Pure muscle and so huge. Like Leatherhead, kind of. There was a missing piece of shell, like a hole puncher had been taken to him. They had the same crack in the front though. One of his eyes looked different. Battle scars, he supposed, and didn’t mentally question any further.

He also had a snaggletooth, but honestly, it was so badass in his humble opinion. And all the spikes! It reminded him of… he frowned momentarily. His beak looked like it could crush basically anything. That was really cool on its own, honestly. Everything about this Raph was cool. And he said so, receiving a hearty laugh from the larger.

“I haven’t heard that in a while. I’d say you’re pretty cool, yourself.”

He smiled, getting one back from the snapper. They spent the next hour or so talking about Hello Kitty characters as the show played. Raph found out that Big Raph was also the other you know, and felt a bit better. Maybe things weren’t so bad after all.

Next chapter

[mlmxreader]

Break Me Gently | John Soap MacTavish x gn!reader

anonymous asked: "There's no chairs left." "You can sit on my lap"with soap please?

summary: it's a tough time to say goodbye to someone that you love, even harder when it's the very last time.

tws: swearing

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It wasn't often that Soap was actually home for more than two seconds; the smell of his cologne lingering practically everywhere, he had freshly painted the furniture with it now that he was home and he knew that the scent had been fading.

But to him, home meant something so much more than just a lingering scent that stuck to the furniture. For Soap, home had meant absolutely everything; he was in his own bed, he could sit on his own sofa and in his own chair, he could stay in bed until the soft hours of the early afternoon and eat what he pleased and when he wanted to.

Being home always meant everything to Soap, and he always fought to make the most of it when he could; that never stopped him from regretting the fact that he would have to leave and his time with you would come to an end. Soap never liked to leave, and he always wished that he could stay until the end of the line, he always wanted to be there with you and at your side.

But the sun was kind today, as he scratched at his eyebrow and he sighed, lazils licking his lips as he watched you; Soap always knew that you looked your best as you did then. Disheveled, wearing just boxers and a single sock, folding and putting away the washing as you hummed to yourself; you smelled so much like him, he could only ever smell it when he hadn't been home for a while.

You never looked so good, and he knew it; he didn't have the heart to say it, though, that he was destined to leave yet again and he had a sinking feeling that it would be the last time. It never felt that way before, his stomach never sank and his heart never pounded in his chest and his lip never quivered. It never felt like the last time before.

He couldn't help it, his eyes starting to tear up as he took in a deep breath and tried to hold the tears back; he knew that it wouldn't be long, that he would have to be honest and tell you the truth. The last thing that Soap wanted was to be honest and to tell the truth when he was certain that it would be the very last time he would ever say goodbye.

Sighing, Soap dared to sit up with the blanket pooling in his lap and the soft warm air hitting his bare skin; he nearly didn't open his stupid mouth, chewing at the inside of his lip as he debated whether or not to actually say anything. He didn't want to destroy it, your own happiness with how you were just glad to be so near him all the time; he knew it would kill you to know that he was bound to leave you, that he was bound to leave.

Soap didn't want to abandon you, he didn't want to hurt you and to cause you any sort of upset. But he knew that he would end up doing exactly that, as much as he fucking despised the thought; maybe he could let you down easily, maybe he could break you gently if he just tried hard enough. He sighed again, and reached for the bottle of irn bru that sat on the bedside table.

"Can we talk?"

You turned around, nodding as you hummed softly. "Yeah, always."

Soap frowned, nearly pouting as he ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head to the side. "I, uh... shite. I gotta leave."

You swallowed thickly, throat becoming clogged and your mouth going raw and dry as you struggled to force the words out. "What?"

"I need to leave," he said, voice breaking. "Today's... today's my last day."

Your legs felt weak, like you were about to collapse and break the laminate with your knees, covering your mouth with your hand as you sniffled. "Baby? I... I need to sit down."

He nodded slowly. "Are you thinkin' what I am?"

You nodded back, sniffling. "Baby, there's no chairs left."

"You can sit on my lap," his voice quivered as he gestured for you to get near him.

It was a running joke between the both of you, and had been for years; his colleagues had found out about your relationship when he had offered his lap for you to sit on after you had complained about there not being any at an office party. Now, it was a sad reminder of much more simple and easy times; now it was a sad reminder that he had to leave you. He had to abandon you.

Holding you against his body, Soap pressed his face against that spot just below your throat, spilling hot and wet murky tears on your shirt as he quietly sobbed against you; you held onto him tightly, tugging harshly at his hair in a desperate attempt to make sure that he wouldn't leave. Your tears were wetting his hair something awful, but the growing wet spot on your shirt was more than evening things out.

"I don't wanna go," Soap hoarsely murmured.

You clenched your jaw, and nodded. "I don't want you to go... don't leave me, Johnny, please..."

He grabbed the back of your shirt, knuckles turning white and clicking loudly as he sniffled and choked out a harsh sob; he didn't want to let you go whatsoever, he didn't want to leave you. He knew it would be the last time, he knew that he was going to leave you in a cold and cruel world, all alone. He hated it.

Soap despised and loathed the thought that he was going to leave you all alone and abandon you, he just wished that somehow, someway, there was a way that he could let you down easier and break you gently.

More than anything, Soap wished that he could have broken you gently.

[storytellers-and-co]

Ya boys about to hit Shadowbringers

I got through Stormblood post-game last night and BOY what a ride it was!? I could barely put the game down, even when I was trying to pace myself so I don't leave certain friends too far behind. Adding spoilery stuff below the cut, because I know one of 'em reads this blog (I just need to gush a little while things are still fresh in my mind)

Okay so. All the revelations of Garlemald and how, WHY it was created? I loved that, it so easily explained why a whole ass country has been the default 'evil conquerors' for so long without any real challenge or change until now. Because the real man behind the whole thing is STILL AT IT. Change don't happen if the original reason, the original driving force is still kicking about.

Also I wanna kick Solus. I wanna kick Solus so hard. Props for the animators, writer and Rene Zagger, it's on sight now old man, I'm coming for your kneecaps!

Speaking of voice actors, Luke Allen-Gale! Hot damn did he do a good job as Zenos (and the possessed Zenos)! I have complicated feelings about Zenos, ngl - He's one of those characters that I know cannot be saved, fixed, or redeemed, but I can also see why he's such a popular character? Personally it's the voice and certain lines that did it for me. Got some shivers out of certain line-deliveries.

He's actually a character that makes me kinda sad - it's a reminder that there is some characters that are doomed by the canon, they'll never be good people, and yet you can see a glimmer, a potential of what-ifs, could-have-beens and all that. A road that was there but refused by the character because that's just not who they are.

Also Varis is also on the kick on the face list. Black Rose is bad. Stop it.

AND NOW ON THE LATEST THING that actually got two of my friends laughing: The final fight against Zenos-Zombie! Zenbie? Zomnos? The- the dead body possessed by the Ascian who I keep calling Ildi because names hard. Ildinos.

So the final fight against him. One, I absolutely loved being Hien for a moment, he quickly became one of my faves through the Stormblood (he's such a fun, up-beat character that takes the life by stride while also not being a pushover, and that's such a good quality to have!).

Two.... GOD DAMMIT WHOEVER YOU ARE, COULDN'T YOU HAD PICKED A BETTER TIME FOR YOUR BLOODY HOUSECALL, YOU NEARLY COST ME MY HEAD! If it wasn't for our local stray cat of a dragoon, we would've lost then and there and you would've lost your chance to have the WoL helping out on the count of NOT HAVING A HEAD, pick your times better oui raatmacc raqan! (This is a joke I know he couldn't have known I was locked in a death-match. I hope.)

Now if ya wondering why I am not more outraged about the fact they've effectively kidnapped my friends, I uh. I actually felt a huge surge of sympathy at the start for the character. idk something about the voice painted a picture of someone desperate and... sad? Upset? Distressed? Something like that just got my empathy flaring up. So while I am mad that I keep getting these calls and everyone around me is panicking in fear, I also want to get to the bottom of this because apparently my empathy levels are far too fucking high.

(Yes I am the type of person who wants to help everyone in any of the games I play in. It's my ultimate power fantasy, being able to help and comfort folks without my actual personality coming in the way)

I think that's all for me now folks, I am taking a small break before heading to Shadowbringers - I have few alts that need to catch up to HW at the very least, and a laundry-list of things for my main to go through. Like all the gathering side-quests, Eureka, unlocking all the primal fights and fixing my glamors etc. We're also trying to get a house for Storytellers, so i gotta help gather some extra funds + items.

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Playing Minecraft with Boscha

[Just a few general headcanons on how I think playing Minecraft with Boscha would go if she were ever introduced to it. It's been a while since I've just written preferences instead of a full short story, so I hope it's up to par.]

Enjoy!

-Okay, so–

-At first, when you introduced Boscha to Minecraft, she didn’t really care for it.

-She thought it was just some random game for little kids.

-It wasn’t until you finally convinced her to join your game while you played with Luz, Amity, and Willow that she gave in and decided to see why it was so popular in the human realm.

-After figuring out the controls, she was HOOKED.

-A game where you can control pretty much everything you want? Sign her up!

-She’d definitely prefer to play on creative so she could fly around and not worry about having to constantly type in cheats to get the materials she needs, but she’s not upset about playing on survival either.

-Defintelyyyy loves being one to farm for XP. It gives her the chance to kill enemies in the game and even get creative with it. She LOVES it without a doubt.

-For a while, she didn’t want to play alone. She had been introduced to the game with other friends, meaning she could kind of rely on them to help her gather resources and fight tougher enemies. She started playing on her own, however, upon realizing she could impress you and the others with her newest designs for her skin and builds (which she totally didn’t look up multiple online tutorials for at all).

-After a while, she really started to enjoy just being able to hop online and play with only you.

-It was really fun getting to spend time with you alone on such an intriguing game. She got to vent about her day and absolutely loved being able to crack jokes with you and just laugh and talk until the early hours of the morning when the two of you would finally log off and go to bed.

-Definitely expect her to spam you with requests to join her game whenever she isn’t busy.

-”Boscha, hun, you’ve gotta stop spamming me.”

-”But look at this thing I just found out about! If lightning strikes a creeper, it supercharges it and–”

-Will absolutely find a way into the Nether before she even has any of the gear remotely needed to survive.

-She doesn’t even know how Nether portals work, she was just messing around with lava and water, or somehow stumbled upon an abandoned portal and managed to ignite it.

-Speaking of ignition, you’d better hope she turned “fire spread” off because once she gets her hands on Flint and Steel, she’ll be setting everything ablaze.

-Will 100% go spelunking without any torches or backup pickaxes/shovels, and then complain when she finds out that she has to have a certain kind of tool to mine up diamond ore.

-Will also be the one who tries to take on multiple creepers, skeletons, or even the Enderdragon at once without a proper weapon. “I’ll beat your ass with my bare hands! Or–eh–whatever the hell these square-looking things are…”

-*QueenBoscha was slain by an arrow*

-"No fair! How'd you kill me, you bony bitch?"

-If, for some reason, she can’t play on her own console, she’ll invite herself to your house and either play split-screen with you on yours, or slide up behind you and hold you, resting her head against your shoulder while she watches you play. She’d definitely be interested in watching you play since you’ve played it much longer than her. She can learn different building techniques, ways to get around different terrains without boats and similar transportation, and hey, maybe she’ll actually learn how important it is to cRaFT A TOOL.

-Playing with her is always fun because she’s so quick to act snarky towards the fictional enemies in the game. Sure, she’ll jokingly yell at a zombie if it smacks her, but she gets so defensive if something attacks you.

-Sometimes it seems like she forgets that the game is entirely fictional and you aren’t actually being hurt. After a while of you teasing her about it, she starts to make fun of herself in a way. She’ll use the voice she had when mockingly reading one of the Azura books aloud. “I shall avenge thee!”

-For sure has pink-themed “equipment,” as she calls it. I’m talking pink controllers/keyboard + mouse, pink (probably LED) headphones, pink wrap for the console itself, etc. And not, like, pastel pink. Neon pink or a really bright shade of magenta.

-Her voice actress (Eden Riegel) said she’d absolutely be one to set trends in the human realm, but I think one of the trends she’d follow herself is trying to start a gaming channel.

-She’d definitely expect you to fully support her and even create a channel of your own so you could collaborate on the game.

-Eden also said Boscha’s favorite human snack would be Takis, so I can picture her snacking on those while she’s playing anything online.

-Overall, Boscha would absolutely love playing Minecraft, especially with you, and would kinda grow a little too obsessed with it for a while before moving on to a new game, though she'd always come back to Minecraft if she needed to relax.

[lizzy-pop]

Sparky Giggles

A/N: I’m sorry about how long its taken me to post, I lost alllll motivation for the month TvT

Summary: while Kiri and Bakugou were watching a movie Denki was being an ass, like usual, but something odd happened when Kiri was trying to shove him away.

Normally Kiri could take Denki’s idioticness, but for some reason today was different. He was trying to enjoy a movie with Bakugou in his dorm when a certain electric hero came strutting in and began blabbering on and on and on, it was starting to get on Kiri and Bakugou’s nerves. “My god, will you shut up already, dunce face?!“ Bakugou shouts at him, glaring. “Ha! What, is blasty getting upset?~“ He teased, bursting into snickers at his own stupid joke, slamming into Kiri who was peacefully sitting on the ground. That was it, Kiri was losing his patience. He shoved Kaminari off of him, “dude!! We are trying to watch this, atleast try to shut up for a little bit!!“ He snaps. “pfft- Woah dude, chill out, I was just messing around!“ he giggles, leaning on him again.

Kiri grabs him by the sides and was about to shove him away, but.. He heard something, a squeal maybe? “dude s- what was that?“ He questions, noticing Kaminaris visibly red face “n-nothing! I’ll be quiet now.“ Kaminari rushes to change the subject, failing miserably. “Okay, great, but mind telling me what that squeal was?“ as he asks this, Kaminari starts to struggle to get out of his grip. “what squeal? I dont know what you’re talking about!! Heh, Bakugou, a little help here?!“ Bakugou grins, “sure, I’ll help~“ He grins as he gets up and walks over to them, then grabs Denkis wrists and pins them above his head “T-That is not helping!!“ Denki begins to panic, tugging his arms downward, knowing he could never outstrength Bakugou, especially in this predicament. “You never specified who to help, Sparky~“ Kiri could’ve sworn he heard Bakugou giggle for a moment, but he’d bring that up later. Right now, he was ready to wreck Denki.

Before Denki had time to process it, Kiri was digging his fingers inbetween his ribs. Suddenly, there was a shrieking Denki on the ground, begging for Kiri to calm down on the tickles. “EEEEEHAHA!! KIHIHIRI!“ Kaminari manages to get out through his cackles, “yes, ticklish Denki?~“ he teases, snickering at how his face got even redder than before, “QUIHIHIHIT IHIT, MEHEHEANIE!“ Bakugou and Kiri notice small sparks flying from his hands, getting larger the faster Kiri tickles. “hm, that’s neat. So if I tickle this fast you might shock Bakugou?“ He ponders aloud, speeding up to insane speeds (atleast to Kami). Suddenly, Bakugou yelps as large sparks shoot out of Kaminaris hands, almost making him let go. “Shitty hair, slOW down!!“ he glares at Kiri. “fineee“ he groans as he slows down a bit, switching to his stomach “PLEHEHEASE STAHAP!!“ Kaminari begs, trying to convince Kiri to give him a break. “hmm, maybe in a little bit~“ Kiri says with a squeeze to his hips “EEHAHA!! NOHOHO!“ Bakugou grins and switches to pinning his arms down with his knees instead of his arms, then he starts to lightly scratch at his armpits “Heh, who knew sparky was so ticklish?~“ Bakugou teases. “BAHAHAHAHAKUGOU NOHO!!“ Kami screeches, tugging even harder at his arms. Bakugou jumps when he feels a spark at his knees, cracking a smile “ghh! Okay okay, dunce face has had enough.“ He blurts out, stopping his attack.

“huh? Oh, okay dude! Kinda weird you were helping him though.“ Kiri points out as he slows to a stop, once he does so Bakugou immediately hops off his arms. “I just- it was nothing. Wait- shit the movies over, now we gotta rewind.“ he quickly gets up and speed walks to the remote, earning an odd look from Kiri, but he just shrugs and goes back to his spot on the ground. “Now please shut up this time, Kami.“ Kiri warns Denki with a stern voice. “w-wihill do..“

[jaqiqi-blog]

First of all, Happy pride month!

Secondly, Slight vent cause I never really talk about it to anybody, and I just gotta vent, idk. Tldr at the bottom if you just want the lil kinda happy message, but happy pride month to all y'all that have dealt with or are still dealing with people like this like I am.

I didn't plan on telling my parents I was trans until I was moved away and safe from them. Unfortunately, my mom backed me into a conversational corner that had me out no matter what I did, so I left that night and have been living with my amazing sister and her family for the past months while my mom (and grandma after she told her) spread the gossip to as much of the rest of the family they possibly can.. Its fucked y'know cause my parents always tried to feed me and my brother that bullshit of 'you can do whatever, we dont care' except for denying my sister is bi cause she married a man, or calling trans people wrong, or getting upset if someone makes a gay joke regarding me or my brother, or calling us 'queer' or 'fag' as an insult, or telling me to stop doing certain things because it was feminine throughout my whole life. I apparently WALKED too feminine when I was younger. I was like 10. I also was told not to dance to some songs, not play with dolls, not wear my flare pants that I wear and love, not dye my hair red, which it currently is. Etc, etc.

But hey, it's getting better soon. This month, I'm finally moving out with my cousin at a house we've secured, and it's so relieving to finally be almost done with my parents. Ig pride month is always gonna be a lil extra special to me cause this'll always be the month I'm actually free :)

But uh yeah, sorry. I needed to get some of this shit out and I don't want to just bug people with it y'know? I guess I am doing that right now, but yall don't have an obligation to read whatever I write so it's less.. demanding I guess? Lol

Sorry for the wall of text on your feed if you sat through and read this

TLDR: If you got shitty lgbtq-phobic people in your life, you can and will get outta there eventually. One way or another <3

[doublegoblin]

Get To Know My OC

Well thank ya kindly @gummybugg, first time I've been tagged on a game by someone who I hadn't followed/followed me (not to say I'm against it or offended just it has happened before!)

So I've done a couple of these for ocs from Rituals and Red Tape, I think it's time I covered the other bigger WIP: Abnormal Analytics.

>1 new message<

[Good evening Rico. With an influx of newer members it would ease incorporation for all parties to have a general understanding of each other. I am aware that these types of employee interaction are generally frowned upon, however please see to it that you fill this to the best of your ability; it is also best to write as if you would be speaking. -T]

1. Are you named after anyone?

A real head scratcher to start with! Well like most everyone else here at wonderful AARI I got to choose my own call sign. You know, you never really think much about a name until it's your turn to pick one ha ha! To tiptoe around any sensitive information, let's just say I'm trying to channel a certain role model. As far as out of work name, I'm named after my Uncle's Half-Brother, who also just so happens to be my [REDACTED]. That'll maybe be censored for publication...oh well, think of it like a fun mystery!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh dear, why do I feel like X had a hand in this? Well, to the best of my honest ability, it was about three weeks ago to the hour. It had been a long shift of [REDACTED] and [EXPUNGED], so needless to say I needed a nice pick-me-up. So after cleaning my area up I made my way through [REDACTED] and stopped down to the cafeteria. I had such high hope and then they were out of my favorite flavor of cake! Now Rico is man enough to not be ashamed of shedding some frustrated tears. Thankfully I had a secret angel watching me and juuuust as I had given up hope a fresh, and I mean steaming fresh, batch of cinnamon rolls was brought out. It really is the little things!

3. Do you have kids?

[Redacted]. But, that's not that important.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I try not to. The folks that work here don't often have the best grasp of it. So all it really serves to do is make a lot of folks upset and more of a headache later on. A couple of my buds have came a long way though...still need to make it obvious I am using sarcasm, but they catch on and we have a great laugh.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

It's gotta be their sense of humor! In a humdrum employment you really have to understand who you can and can't crack a few jokes with, and how best to let the jokes fly. Made that mistake once with T. Great boss by the way! The man can not joke around to save himself though. I don't think I've ever even seen him smile...here to put it into words I [EXPUNGED].

6. What's your eye color?

I was blessed in the genetic lottery with these deep blue peepers. They look black most of the time, but in the right light, I've got a couple of sapphires in my face.

Scary movies or happy endings?

An ending so happy it scares you! Ha ha, I joke. I'm a bit of a softy, so I want something that will make me feel all warm and cozy at the end. Something you desperately need sometimes here, what with all the [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and blood. You get used it, but like, not over it?

8. Any special talents?

I can roll my tongue! Also I'm a little rusty but I can still play a pretty mean harmonica.

9. Where were you born?

Toledo, Michigan!

10. What are your hobbies?

If the sun is high in the sky, you can catch me fly...fishing. Really most outdoorsy thing: Kayaking, swimming, and I'm even learning to scuba dive in freshwater. My dream is to one day go out to Lake Superior and see some of those underwater shipwrecks. You know? The ones with the bodies so perfectly preserved from the cold that they still look alive. Gosh, what an experience.

11. Have you any pets?

I have a short-hair calico name Susan. She is my pride and joy. I found her as a kitten outside my house one winter. The poor thing was so thin. I didn't have any hope of saving her, I figured I could at least make her last moments not horrible. But, that little fighter would not give in. That was almost three years ago. I think she has a little siamese in her, she is one vocal misses.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Whatever my folks wanted me to do to stay active. I played ice hockey for a few years, did some cross country, tried my hand at tennis which didn't last long, and some other more odds and ends. Right now I'm part of the company softball league. Go Pencil Punchers! Now the team name has quite a story. But, I'll keep that to myself for now. Can't go spoiling all the surprises.

13. How tall are you?

1.8 meters. Though I like to tell people 2.0 meters for a little confidence boost.

14. Favorite subject in school?

You would never guess by looking at me, but I was really passionate about biochem. Can't recall a lick of it anymore though. Maybe I can get a study group going with X and their teams. They're always happy to teach...or perhaps boast about their own intellect.

15. Dream job?

No fooling, where I am right now. I've got some amazing coworkers and work on such interesting things! I know everyones name here, or at least their call sign, and they know mine. Sure we bicker and snap at each other but what workplace doesn't? Heck I even get along just peachy with D, and he's the king of sourpuss castle! Don't tell him I said that. I couldn't ask for a better crew. And believe you me, I've been through quite a few in my time. Now I'm so glad you are here to join us...whoever you are, and I hope you'll stop by the studio once in a while! My door is always open! See ya!

Tagging in coach (no pressure): @asterhaze @hallwriteblr @ethaeriea @lola-theshowgrl and anyone else!

[lightbringer-morningstar]

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Content. Things here will be 18+/25+ meaning content may at any given moment include topics that are not suitable for minors, such as but not limited to violence, gore, cannibalism, blood, death, alcohol use, drug use, and other mature-related themes. Anyone familiar with the source material: Hazbin Hotel &&Helluva Boss would be well aware of the correlations. Expect nsfw. By following this blog you agree to acknowledging possible explicit content and explicit themes that may or may not be tagged. I will do my best to tag accordingly but if something doesn't appear excessive in my perspective there is the possibility it will not get a tag. Apologies in advanced for any possible triggering content but please consider yourself warned and please request tags if needed. I shouldn't need to state this but blogs posting content such as racism, bigotry, discrimination, hate of any kind, lgbt+ phobia or hate, incest, noncon ect. will be instantly unfollowed for my own wellbeing and mental health.

Frequent posts of ooc drama or callout culture related involvement will lead to immediate unfollow or Block. Also any posts, comments or replies expressing derogatory commenting towards others or noticeable passive aggressive behavior will lead to unfollow or Block. Vague blogging will not be tolerated, be mature and talk things out or learn to block and move on, respectfully.

Interactions. Some muses here are rude and some are flat out dangerous. If they are approached with lack of caution I will not sit by and be accused of God-modding/Meta-gaming. Please do not prod/provoke or instigate muses into action unless ready for the repercussion. I do not god-mod or meta-game (unless it comes up in crack-posts/jokes on dashboard) and I also don't accept it from others during threads. This has happened to me before, and I'd rather avoid it. I'm always willing to chat about/discuss actions that occurred if outcomes are upsetting or uncomfortable in hindsight so there's always the possibility for a do-over, just ask.

Uncomfortable situations. Sometimes uncomfortable dialogue or actions may occur between muses, should this happen please reach out and express the discomfort and we can quickly agree to amend it/change it. Maybe a muse gets too mean or aggressive during chatter or they use possible flirtatious advancements when that sort of attention is unwanted. Talk to me and it won't happen again. Just gotta let me know if something isn't being enjoyed and it will immediately stop.

Replies will be done when I have time, should any need to be dropped a courtesy discussion attempt will be made as notification. Activity will be sporadic, but my aim is to be online often. This is a hobby, and I do it to de-stress. If you at any time find yourself not wanting to drop an interaction, reach out and let me know. Should the opposite be true, and you find you want to drop any threads then same would apply. Asking about certain threads or interactions to get an idea of whether they are being continued or dropped is perfectly acceptable but please do not repeatedly ask/spam or hound me, that could result in an unfollow from me.

Any Anon hate will be promptly discarded and will result in an automatic block. This includes Policing anons. Do not go on anon to police what I post on my blog. Please consider unfollowing. Egotistical Anons who decide to abuse the anonymous function on my blog run the risk of being blocked on sight. I will not apologize or explain my posts or my opinions to anons who disagree with me or those who seek to be some sort of authority on what I choose to post on my blog simply because they disagree with me or my point of view or believe I should be "educated" by their standards. Do not impose yourself onto me. Please unfollow if it gets to that point. I would never intentionally offend or insult anyone, but I do reserve the right to formulate my own opinions and to thereby express them as such should I feel the need. I understand that doing so could possibly result in unintentional offense or misunderstandings and so should anyone deciding to follow this blog after reading the guidelines/rules outlined within this post. If you find this unacceptable, please consider either unfollowing or not following to begin with.

Friendly, neutral, or curious Anons are always welcomed.

Manipulation between muns ooc. Do not do it. If I find out it's your intention or you have actively persisted in certain behavioral patterns I will block without warning or explanation. Let's be transparent, direct and mature about things, please. Open and Direct Communication works best.

Writing. Micro, One-liners, Para, Multi-para and Novella are all welcome. I will be honest, I prefer shorter rather than longer when things have not been plotted. I will be putting my best effort forward but I will not be struggling to match length and hopefully writing partners will not either. Please don't ever feel pressured to write more than motivation will allow, it's completely understandable. I'm the flexible type when in comes to rp here.

Shipping. Please don't force it on my muses. Please don't write on behalf of my muses during replies. This is a cooperative endeavor, and consent should be at the forefront of interactions. I ship for chemistry, please be respectful if it just isn't there between muses. Multiship and multiverse. Love it, can't get enough of it but I do ship and write for chemistry. I'm not likely to autoship. The only exceptions will be the ones I agree on during plotting discussion ooc with other muns. Will not be shipping with minors.

Portrayal. Please don't press personal headcanons onto my muses. Don't press on about inferred or implied assumptions from canon material, don't use knowledge derived from source material to tell me through your muses about my muses, it may seem like a fun idea, but it ends up feeling redundant. Especially if we've just begun interactions. [Example: "Oh hey, don't you LOVE ducks???, you're so in LOVE with ducks, I bet you've got some under your bed! Right?

Multi-verse. Multi-ship. All ships will be treated as though occurring in separate universes unless discussed between writers/muns and/or stated otherwise.

Blocking, &&Unfollowing. If I, at any given point sense that my guidelines or personal boundaries are ignored too many times, I will unfollow and/or block with no warnings or explanations. Please respect my decisions and do not choose to harass me, thereafter, thank you.

Cross-over enthusiast. Open to writing with characters from various outside fandoms.

OC friendly. I am always open to writing with ocs provided it isn't only done with intention to ship. I enjoy interactions with some ocs but I do not prioritize ocs over canon. I prefer for there to be some believable explanation behind how the ocs are fluidly integrated into the universe and for them to be fully aware of their place within it prior to beginning interactions as well as awareness of my muse's status and the overall "established world/verse/reality rules". If not please ask.

Mains, &&Affliates. I don't mind adding associated or affiliated rpers/blogs if we've known each other awhile and have been writing together regularly and communicating ooc frequently, and for a long time. If we have a shared formed continuity, it's fine. I'm not likely to take on mains or any 'status' such as married due to being multiverse and multiship. Each relationship is in it's own separate universe unless discussed between writers/muns. Now, I will be transparent here, when I see these things on other blogs: "mains" or "married to" I will be less likely to initiate any interactions as I take it that those blogs prefer to default to their "mains" or "spouses" as priority, so I prefer to either be tagged directly or prompted via inbox in those situations, thanks for understanding.

Duplicate friendly. This means I am interested in writing with duplicates as though they are multiverse variants or clones of some sort, plotted or not. Usually in cases of multimuse blogs. But I will unfollow or block if duplicates of single-muse blogs never interact.

Gaphics and icons. The majority are made and edited by me. Please do not use them without permission. Thank you. Any that are not made by me will be credited if needed.

I'm here to have fun. I'll basically be doing my best to enjoy myself and bypass any drama.