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ficmashup · 6 months

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Lifelines

Summary: You join TF141 after something happened on your last deployment. They take you in and while it takes some time, you find yourself warming up to them, and them to you. Perhaps especially to the Captain.

A/N: Alright, I think I've decided on eight parts for this. Or at least that's the limit I've set for myself, so it might be less. I like even numbers and ten just seems like too much. I might do little drabbles for G and the team later on, but these eight parts will be the end of the sequential story. Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Vague references to SA and PTSD just to cover my bases, crass language, sickening fluff.

Word Count: 4.5k

Feral Masterlist

It’s been three months since I joined TF141.

“I hate this fucking thing, fucking impossible, fucking piece of shit…” I’m elbow deep in a car engine in a valley, trying to fix the damn thing. Gaz is watching me and looks torn between being afraid of me or amused about the amount of cursing I’m doing. We just finished a mission and are waiting for the others to meet us here so we can drive to the exfil point. If I can get this damn car running, anyway.

“What are you planning to do on leave, G?” Gaz asks and I give him a pointed look. He raises his hands in surrender, smirking but wisely keeping his mouth shut. We’ll be on leave as soon as we get back to base and I might be a little…uneasy about it. I’ve finally settled into a pattern here and returning home to my empty apartment in a city I barely know doesn’t exactly appeal to me. “Hey, G?” Gaz calls again and I take a breath to cuss him out, but swallow every word I’m about to say when he holds up a tiny hard candy.

“Where did you get that?” I ask, my tone changing in an instant.

He grins, pulling the wrapper taut so it unwraps itself. “You’re not the only one who likes sugar, G. You want it?” I nod, pulling out a hand before frowning at seeing it smeared with oil and dirt. “Yeah, don’t think that’s going to work. Open up.” He holds the candy out and I hold out my tongue, humming happily as he slides it off the wrapper and onto my tongue. The flavor fills my mouth and my mood instantly lifts at tasting the sweet treat.

“What are you doing on leave, Gaz? And if you say ‘breaking hearts’, I’ll break your favorite fingers.” I go back to work, my steady hands replacing the part that broke with the replacement we luckily had on hand. My tongue tucks the hard candy into my cheek.

He chuckles. “Nah, I won’t break hearts this time. Some backs, maybe.” Amusement fills his warm brown eyes as I give him a deadpan look and I can only hold it for a second before smiling.

“You’re a menace.” I scold and his own smile grows.

“Haven’t gotten a complaint yet.”

“Yeah? You give out comment cards?”

“Sure do. Each one sprayed with a little cologne to keep their memories fresh.”

I snort. “Let me guess, the average is three stars out of five?” I raise a brow at him before smirking to myself at his outraged expression.

“You’re a cruel woman, G. Always strike for the heart.” He puts his hand over his chest as if I’d mortally wounded him. My head shakes as I finally make the connection I needed and I finally stand up straight, stretching and wiping away the sweat on my brow.

“You’re right, I’m being too charitable. It’s two stars, isn’t it?” His jaw drops and my smile only grows. “Can’t blame me for doubting you, Gaz. You couldn’t figure out where to plug in the hose to the car, how am I to expect you to know where to put anything else?”

“Fuckin’ hell, G. Just cut my balls off and be done with it.” But he’s grinning just like I am. I flick my chin towards the driver’s side as I step off to the side and grab a rag to wipe off some of the grime covering me.

“Try to start her up and see if it works. You do know where the key goes, yeah?” I tease and he gives me the middle finger while I chuckle. He slides into the car and as soon as he turns the key, the car starts. I breathe out a long sigh of relief and nod to him, shutting the hood and slapping it twice to make sure it’s secure. Gaz cuts the car off just as the others arrive and all eyes go to me and the mess that I’ve made of myself. “Car’s fixed.” I tell them the end result and look them over carefully for any injuries.

“Good to know.” Price says, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Ten minutes, then we move out.” He spins a finger in the air before moving a bit closer to me and Gaz. “Did you just sit here and look pretty while G did the work, Garrick?” He asks and I hide my smile at the edge of humor in his voice.

Gaz shrugs a shoulder. “It is what I’m best at, Captain.” Price chuckles, shaking his head before looking at me with that little spark in his eyes that I’m growing to love seeing. I roll the candy to my other cheek and Price tracks the movement, smile widening a little.

“Clearly. She looks like she bathed in oil.” Ghost, always the one to be relied upon to be complimentary, says and I swear I see his nose scrunch under his mask.

“You’re welcome to walk back to base.” I respond lightly and wave away Soap’s attempts to wipe the oil off my face with a rag he just spit on.

Ghost steps towards me and I give him an extra thorough once over to make sure he’s not hiding anything. My eyes zero in on a rip on the outside of his left pantleg on his thigh. Red tinges the fabric. “But seriously, clean up before you get in the car or you’ll kill us all with fumes.” He comments gruffly, but with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“What’s that?” I ask immediately, taking Soap’s rag and wetting it with my canteen before wiping my hands as clean as I can get them. Ghost is quick to take a single step back as his mouth opens. “And you think long and hard about the wisdom of lying to me.” I bite at him before he can say a word and he gives me a heavy sigh, but I don’t back down when he stares at me.

“Just a graze.” He grumbles and I point to the ground, telling him to sit. Reluctantly, he sets his gear down before sitting in the dirt.

“Pants down.” I curl my fingers and give him a pointed look as he starts to roll his eyes. He shimmies them down enough for me to see the wound. It is just a graze. Not too deep, but something he should have reported. “Alright. You’re going to sit here and wait while I clean my hands, then you’re going to let me treat this. In return, I will not yell at you for keeping this to yourself.” I offer him a deal and we stare off for another few moments before he sighs again, then nods.

“No promises here.” Price says and gives Ghost a pointed look of his own which Ghost shrugs off. I scrub my hands and arms almost raw before disinfecting myself and walking back over to Ghost who has thankfully stayed put.

“Didn’t see any use in troubling you, G.” He says quietly as I meticulously clean the wound with my candy held between my teeth before it disintegrates. “Would’ve taken care of it when we got back to base.”

“You trying to make me obsolete, Ghost?” I ask softly, glancing at his eyes when he hesitates to answer and seeing the surprise on his half-hidden face behind the mask. “Because this is my job. Which means by definition, this isn’t troubling me, it’s letting me do my fucking job. And Soap came to me last week with a paper cut, so never feel like your injuries are too small for me to treat.”

“It was fucking between my fingers! Hurt like a bitch!” Soap objects from the car while Gaz grins next to him and pats his shoulder in consolation. Price is leaning against the side of the jeep, watching us while slowly smoking one of his favored cigars.

Ghost hums and I can see the thoughts behind his eyes as he thinks on it. “You want me to come see you when I get a papercut?” He asks while I begin wrapping the wound, just to keep it clean while we’re traveling.

“I want you to lean on me.” I respond softly, well aware of what I’m asking of him. “When you’re injured or sick, trust me to do my job and take care of you.” My fingers are ginger as they finish the wrappings, but I stay kneeling next to him as I meet his gaze. He’s silent for a little bit, considering as he usually does, before he nods once.

“I’ll work on it.” The response isn’t out of the ordinary for him and usually means no, but his tone is softer this time. I’ll take it.

I nod and stand while he straightens himself out too. “Good. I’m going to give you a list of how to care for that and you’re going to send me a picture of it every day while we’re on leave.” My gaze turns sharp and this time he doesn’t bother resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

“Just come check on it yourself, G. Your flat isn’t far from mine.” He offers and I blink at him while he stands, his hand sliding over the small rip in his pants with a frown. “I’ll take you for tea in that place I told you about.” His gaze lifts to mine and I struggle to hide what the offer means to me, how he’s offered a lifeline that I’ll cling to during leave.

“Deal. But I don’t want to hear a fucking thing about the amount of sugar I put in.”

He groans, but I see his mask twitch with a smile. “Gonna give yourself a heart attack.”

I smirk at him. “More likely to be shot before my heart gives out.” He adjusts his gloves on his hands while shaking his head and we head over to the car with everyone else.

“G, come ‘ere.” Price curls his fingers and I walk over to him as he folds a piece of cloth into a square. “Your face is still covered in muck.” He offers me the damp cloth and I take it with a grateful nod, scrubbing my face quickly before looking back at him for a once over. He chuckles and the sound makes my skin tingle and my stance lax. If I could bottle it, I’m positive the sound would be gold as sunlight.

“I didn’t get it all, did I?”

“Yeah, not quite.”

I huff, folding the cloth before handing it to him. “I’m not going to get all of it because I can’t see. Forget it.”

Price straightens from his spot leaning against the car and takes half a step towards me, eyes on mine to check in as his fingers lift to hold my chin. “I’ve got it. Had to do this to Gaz when he faceplanted in the mud.” He waits as the surprise leaves my eyes and I give him a slight nod before gently using the cloth to clean my face.

“Yeah, I recall you shoving a rag in my face and scrubbing it like trying to get burnt cheese off a pan.” Gaz grumbles and the corner of my mouth twitches at the discontent in his voice, but I’m a little too taken with what Price is doing to focus on anything else. I’ve seen these hands gut a man like a fish with a knife the size of my forearm. Now, they’re gentle and firm as he wipes the cloth over my brow, across my jaw, dabbing at my cheek, then slides it down my nose while my lips twitch as it tickles.

I’m silent as he works and I take the time to look over Price’s face. I can see the pores of his skin, the individual hairs of his beard, the way the light hits his eyes and makes them seem a shade lighter. It’s nice…being tended to like this. Price finishes and turns my head back and forth a little while I swallow. “Verdict?” The words are supposed to be teasing, but it comes out a bit breathless.

Price’s eyes meet mine and his thumb slides back and forth over my chin a moment before he nods. “Fit.” He responds quietly before stepping back and we both look away. I’m a bit unsteady within my own mind and I’m happy to load the car when Price calls for it. I’m not sure what just happened, what just passed between him and I, but maybe going on leave isn’t such a bad thing after all. If only to get a little distance.

* * *

I’m itchy in the city.

Leave started a few days ago and I’m already irritated with civilian life. London is bustling as always and all the sounds and people have me taking a deep breath every minute just to keep calm. I keep walking, repeating the address in my head before the sign enters my sight and my shoulders lax a fraction. My steps are strong and sure as I make a beeline for the door before stepping in and surveying the shop. People mill about, some sitting down in the small café, and my next deep breath brings the scent of fresh coffee, tea, and pastries into my lungs. The familiarity among the unfamiliar settles me a bit more.

My eyes look towards the tables that are in clear view of the door, both front and back, and my gaze zeros in on a figure sitting at a table with the barest sliver of shadows across it. Naturally, he’d find the one place where there’s a shadow. I walk towards him with purpose and I get the privilege of actually seeing the corner of his mouth lift, rather than the little twitch of his mask. “How’s the wound, Simon?”

He chuckles and I can’t help smiling at getting to see the emotion on his unmasked face. It’s a show of trust that not many earn. “Isn’t that what you’re here to tell me?”

“Figured I’d trust your word while we have a cup. Unless you’d like to take a trip to the back so you can drop your pants?” I dare and he shakes his head, a real smile tugging on his lips.

“Wound’s fine. Barely twinges.” He answers as we settle across from one another at the table. We’re both angled slightly, me towards the back door behind him and him towards the front door behind me. Old habits die hard.

“Alright, tell me which swill is your least favorite and that’ll be the one I’ll get.” I tease, already feeling a little lighter being around a friend. He gives me a look, but silently points out rose tea on the menu. I raise a brow at him and he waves a hand at me, telling me to shut up before I can say anything. We order and I silently judge him for getting black tea, why not just get coffee, then stare down at the milky pink of my tea.

“Won’t bite you.” Simon says amusedly, his voice deep as he drinks his own tea. My fingers perch on either side of the cup as I try a sip. It’s sweet and floral. Not at all the type of drink that I would think Ghost would try, but my lips press together to keep in a wide smile as I realize I like it. “Thoughts?” He says and he already sounds smug.

I sigh, letting myself smile. “I love it.”

He chuckles. “Don’t sound too excited about it, G.”

“Means I have to put up with you being right.”

“Should be used to it. Happens all the time.”

“Some of the time.” I correct, smirking as he doesn’t combat me this time. “What are your plans this leave?” I ask as I take another sip of my sweet tea and Simon shrugs a shoulder while his legs stretch out a bit more under the table.

“No plans. Sit on my ass for a while without being bothered.” He says simply and my head shakes as I tap the pad of my finger against the edge of my cup. He sounds like an old man, but I’d be lying if I said that my plans were any different. But after being out with him today, the image of me sitting alone in my flat feels less peaceful and more…lonely. He quirks a brow at me as I look at him, but he lets me think before voicing my thoughts.

“If that’s your plan, then come out with me today. Sit on your ass tomorrow.” I offer, leaning my elbow on the table as I look over at him. His eyebrows raise and I think I see pleasant surprise flit through his eyes.

He copies my position and leans forward a bit. “Yeah? What are you doing today?”

My smile turns a little sheepish. “Grocery shopping?”

He chuckles, nodding as he finishes his cup of tea. “Alright, G. Let me judge what you fill your pantry with. Bet it’s all sugar.” I finish my cup as well and shoot a longing look at the tea leaves they have for sale. I make a mental note to come back and get a bag of rose tea for myself sometime. We head out and I tug my jacket tighter around me as a cool breeze greets us. It’ll be Winter soon.

“Yeah, and what do you buy? Fuckin oats?” I bat back and this time I get a little bit of a bigger laugh. The sound makes me grin and this time, as we walk through the city and we’re sure to keep within a handsbreadth of one another, I feel steady.

* * *

A week passes. Simon and I settle in a routine of meeting every other day either for tea or to go with the other on a meaningless errand. It helps make mundane life feel more…normal. We both relax knowing we have someone else to watch our backs. There’s a week left of leave and when I enter the little tea shop to meet Simon, I’m surprised by another guest.

“Price.” I greet him warmly, a little thrown off at how pleased I am to see him. He takes my hand and shakes it, then pulls me in for a hug. I breathe him in as my free hand slides over his back and my head rests briefly against his hard chest.

“Good to see you.” His arm tightens around me before we pull back and look each other over. He looks good in civilian clothes. I’ve seen him like this before, of course, when we went out to drink with the team. Somehow, this is different. Maybe it’s just that I haven’t seen him in a week. “And I prefer John when we’re on leave, if you don’t mind.” He says and I can’t help smiling softly at the sound of his voice. He coughs a little and I track the sound and pinching of his expression before his expression smooths. We stay close, standing barely half a foot apart while Simon stands opposite me across the table.

“John.” I correct and see the corner of his eyes crinkle at the sound of his first name from my mouth. “It’s good to see you too. I wasn’t expecting you.” My gaze cuts to Simon who smirks as the three of us sit down.

“Didn’t know he was going to be here till an hour ago. Figured I’d surprise you.” Simon says as he settles in his usual place and I in mine, Price sitting beside me on the right. “Besides, Price goes a little stir crazy when the four of us are out of sight for too long. Like leaving kids in the other room and things go a little too quiet.” I grin and Price chuckles.

“Already checked in with Soap to make sure he hasn’t blown anything up and Gaz spared me an hour before he had to run off for a date. You were the next stop.” He tilts his head towards Simon before looking towards me. “Hadn’t quite figured out a way to check in on you without being obvious, so this worked in my favor.”

The corner of my mouth lifts even as Price coughs quietly again. “You could just ask me for coffee and I wouldn’t have thought anything of it.” Not completely true. I would’ve obsessed about the meeting and what it might be about until it happened, but now I know what his intentions are, my answer is true for any future attempts he might make. “Although, am I to take it that you checked in on us last because you trust us to cause the least amount of trouble?” I tease, smirking at Simon with the knowledge that since I was last, that means I cause the least amount of trouble.

He quirks a brow in return as if to say that isn’t saying much. I resist the urge to stick my tongue out at him. “More about the likelihood and type of trouble caused, but whatever makes you happy.” Price teases back and I lightly kick his shoe under the table for spoiling my fun. A server comes by and drops off three cups in front of us. Warm affection fills me as I pull the mug into my hands and soak in the warmth as I see the familiar pink of my favored rose tea. Simon must have ordered for us.

I peek over at Price’s cup and see a light amber. Surprise flits through me. I’d pegged him for a black tea man like Simon, despite how much I make fun of him for it. “It’s lemon. Only place that brews it right and makes a nice change from the usual.” Price tells me when he sees me looking and lifts the cup towards me. I lean in, steadying the cup with my hand even though he doesn’t let go of it as I take a sip. The slight zing hits my tongue first and my eyes widen a touch before the taste is soothed by a slight earthy bitterness not unlike tobacco.

“Mm. Suits you.” I say with a nod, relaxing back into my chair and offering my cup to him as an exchange before he holds up a hand with a shake of his head.

“Can’t handle that sweet stuff. Figures you’d like it, though.” He says with a slight smile and my heart beats a little funny as he takes a sip of his tea, putting his lips exactly where mine were while holding my gaze over the cup.

I shift in my seat, swallowing before breaking away and glancing at Simon while my skin gets a little hot. “We’re both predictable, then.”

Price makes a soft, disapproving noise that makes my head swing back towards him. “I’d like to think we just know each other.” He tempts a small smile onto my face and I nod once, allowing the amendment. We both look back over to Simon and while his expression is smooth, his eyes are twinkling with…something.

“Technically, Simon ordered so he knows us best. Softie.” I nudge his foot under the table and his gaze drops while he hides his smile behind his cup. The three of us talk for a while and finish our drinks before Simon comes up with a very suspicious reason to leave that I don’t buy for a second.

“Take Price to the shops with you, G.” He suggests as we file out of the tea shop out into the chilly air. My eyes widen at the suggestion and he can’t hide his smirk fast enough. Simon turns to Price while barely hiding a smug grin. “Maybe you can keep her from rottin’ her teeth with sugar.” Price turns to me, laughter in his eyes, but my focus is on Simon.

“You fucking loved that cereal I got, I saw you eating it when you were at my place and I know you have a box in your cabinet. You hide it behind your stupid packages of jerky.” I call him out, pointing at him accusingly. His brows raise.

“At least they have fuckin’ protein. All you’re getting are cavities.”

“Sorry, didn’t know you were actually the medic here.”

Simon opens his mouth, but Price cuts him off with a small pat to his chest. “As productive as this is, I think we all have places to be. Till next time, Simon.” They shake hands while I give Simon a pointed look that he smirks at before we part ways. Price and I walk down the street side by side in the opposite direction. “He’s told me about the trips you two have been making. It’s been good for him.”

I smile, pulling my sweater tighter around myself. “It’s been good for me too. Civilian life never seemed to…fit right after a deployment. Like that was my real life and this was an uncomfortable dream. Merging the two has helped.” Even walking down the street now with Price makes the world seem more concrete under my feet, the noise of people around us less grating, the breeze less chilling.

“That’s good to hear.” Price’s voice rumbles and his eyes are soft as he looks at me. “I wouldn’t mind going with you this time, if you’d have me.” Surprise flits through me, but I can’t keep myself from smiling.

“Of course, I’ll have you. I’d love the company.” People slide by and I automatically slide my hand into the crook of Price’s elbow to keep us close. His hand slides onto mine and I look up at him as he lets out a small huff.

“You’re freezing.” He pulls us aside and shrugs off his coat while my eyes go wide. Gingerly, he wraps his jacket around my shoulders and tugs it snug around me while the warmth leftover from his body sinks into me like an embrace.

“John, it’s too cold for you to go without a coat.” I scold, but my voice lacks any sharpness or heat. All he has on now is an olive long-sleeved shirt that looks very good on him and jeans.

His eyes crinkle at the sides again as his fingers keep tugging lightly on his jacket, making sure it’s secure. “It’s alright, I run hot anyway.” He assures me and I frown slightly, really looking him over while my mind races. His cheeks are a little pink, but not his nose or ears. Flushed then, not from the chilly breeze winding around us.

“Fine, I’ll allow it. But only because I run cold and the shop isn’t far from here.” My hand wraps back around his elbow and I notice how hot his skin is, even through the fabric of his shirt.

Price chuckles. “Yes, ma’am.” His hand automatically slides back over mine as we start walking again. The feeling of his calluses against my skin makes my brain short-circuit and I falter in my inspection of him. I realize with a start that this is the first time we’ve really been alone with no danger of interruption by a mission, a teammate, or anyone else. The thought makes my heart beat funnily again and I start rethinking this.

Maybe being alone with him like this…isn’t a good idea.

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neopuppy · 4 months

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There’s no denying how hard this year has been, each day feels more and more like a battle. It’s hard to wake up, hard to put a brush through your hair, hard to bother with putting away your laundry. Little things really, they feel meaningless, everything generally feels meaningless.

“Hey, it’s already half past noon and you haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Concern rings between each word, dragging your body to the side to blink your eyes open and peer over to where he stands. There’s those same eyes that droop at the corners, never bright or optimistic anymore. They used to hold a softness, love, adoration, never toward you romantically, but still enough to make you feel special.

You are special to him though, that’s why he’s concerned. Even when he has to look away, maybe because you remind him too much of her. Of the woman you both loved more than anything, the loss you both continue to suffer from.

“Not hungry.” You mutter, pulling your blanket on tighter as soft fabric rubs against your hips and sets off warmth between your chest.

He sighs, head knocking on the door frame. “You know, I won’t let you deteriorate, your mom would—“

“Mom’s not here.” You say, cutting him off. A small pang of guilt hits when he nods solemnly, chin tucked to his chest without looking at you again.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Letting go of your door handle, he shrugs and shakes his head. “I’ll leave my card and cash out on the counter if you change your mind and get hungry later. Have to get ready for work, I’ll be home late so don’t.. worry about me.”

You’d be lying if you said you won’t worry. You always worry. Always fear the thought of receiving a late night call that he didn’t make it, that he’s on his deathbed hooked up to life support leaving his fate in your hands. Instead you nod and barely raise your fingers out of your blanket to wave goodbye.

It’s always the same routine when he has these night shifts. Pester you about eating, about getting some fresh air, doing something productive with your free vacation time, just being a damn nuisance you don’t want to deal with. You have to get through it, act like you don’t care too much, keep up a calm facade despite the anxious way your heart begins to race.

It’s been weeks of planning, trying to figure out what it would take to make your sweet nurturing step-father finally snap.

Jaemin: Swing by to get you tonight around 10?

Yeah. That should be late enough, and from the clues you’ve gathered, you know exactly where to go.

The sound of the shower turning on from the master bedroom alerts your ears, jumping out of bed and into your slippers to tiptoe down the hall and twist your mom’s key through the lock to allow yourself in. It’s lucky you’d found it mixed in with a bunch of her items, making it easy to pocket and hide in case you’d ever need it.

He’s already inside of the shower by the time you’ve rounded the corner and crouched down by the connected bathroom door. It gets steamy, but the glass still clears up enough to take in his long muscular legs, sleek lean back, thick arms curling up to run shampoo through his hair.

It’s different today, having to cover your mouth to hold in your gasp when you spot him leaned back against the wall. His eyes are shut tight, sharp eyebrows furrowed together frustratedly, arm jerking furiously. The fog clears up along the glass with each hit of water, making the view of his large hand stroking up and down his length vividly clear.

To your surprise, he never brings anyone home. Many would consider him to be a young handsome eligible bachelor still, a good career, attractive face, fit body. You certainly wouldn’t be shocked if he decided to start dating again. The sad truth is you often find your step-father still mourning the loss you both took. He cries through the night, wakes up with swollen eyes and dark circles, he plays it off and puts on a smile for your sake but his pain is evident.

It’s hard to watch him struggle. The way he pulls on his cock seems painful, writing his internal guilt with each whimper and groan that squeezes from his tucked in lips. He doesn’t want you to hear him, he doesn’t want to experience pleasure through his pain. Doesn't think he deserves it.

You wonder what brought this on, what set him off enough to finally break the silent celibacy pact you assume he’s held himself accountable to. Today’s different from the way he barely touches his cock whenever washing suds off his body, scrubbing himself clean in such a robotic way without any expression.

Sliding onto your knees, you have to adjust the oversized boxers hanging from your hips, rolling them up tighter to squeeze around your middle. He hasn’t mentioned anything about his underwear going missing yet, hasn’t had the nerve to question you about the different items from his closet that he can’t recall seeing for weeks now. It’d be too weird to suspect his step-daughter of invading his privacy and personal belongings while at work.

Johnny’s always been too nice to ever think you could do anything wrong. Not you, not with the angelic side of yourself you grace him with. It’s almost too easy messing with him, rolling around on his freshly washed sheets when he leaves for work, spraying his cologne on your pillows to feel closer to him.

He won’t say anything even if he notices a familiar print of his underwear peeking out from your pajama bottoms.

“Shit.” You murmur, pushing back on your legs to inconspicuously crawl your way out before he can exit the bathroom. Too fast to sneak out to take in the evident failure pulling his cheeks down into a frown.

Johnny’s lonely, he’s real lonely, and you can fix that. You want to fix that.

A knock rasps down your door minutes later, halting your hand from traveling past the waistband of your stolen boxers after burrowing back inside of your bed. “I’ll be heading out now, if you need anything I’m only a phone call away.”

Staying silent for a moment, you decide to get up and listen at the door for his breathing. Keeping your movements light enough to not make the floor creak as you make your way over. His breath comes out evenly, fingers tapping a couple of times along the doorbed before he lets out a quiet sigh and turns to leave.

It’s better for him to believe that you went back to sleep, lessen any possible suspicion, cover your ass if you ever fuck up and accidentally leave evidence. He’s too good at his job.

The cop car stays parked across the street from your house most days when he’s working a lot, not helping the ongoing joke you hear about how your step-dad does that on purpose to ward away the men who want to date you. For the most part it worked too, living by his rules to focus on your education throughout high school and not waste your time fucking around with teenage boys.

Times have changed though, and with this year long break you both agreed would be best for your mental health, you have gotten bored.

Beyond bored.

Sneaking over to your window, you watch as he takes one last glance back at the house before getting inside of the car. He’s handsome as ever in that stupid pig uniform, the halster cinching his waist in further really accentuating his build.

Jaemin: Your step-dad’s not roaming the streets tonight by chance?

Watching his car drive off you reply with an angel emoji, exclaiming how excited you are to get out.

“I’ll see you later Johnny.”

#WIP #forgot i wrote this part already #will post the pack alpha one later too #😇😇😇

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for dating someone to figure out if i’m aromantic?

so i’m bi but have been wondering if maybe i’m aromantic lately. i’m also autistic (this is relevant i promise) and have a somewhat clinical outlook on relationships with other people so i’m not sure if that makes me feel like i might be aro when i’m not since i experience relationships differently in general.

recently a friend asked me out. this is someone i think i have a “crush” on even though sometimes it seems more like i’ve decided he would be a logical candidate for a crush for me and i have decided that i like him. or maybe it isn’t, and i genuinely like him, i’m still not sure. i immediately told him about the above and he said something to the effect of “i’m not autistic or aro so idk for sure, but it seems to me like you do like me but you’re just not a super romantic person” and we agreed to go on a date

we did, it was nice, although it felt the same as when we hang out as friends to me. i mentioned this to him, and he was basically like “well maybe we should keep trying” so now we’ve been on a couple “dates” even though it still feels like being friends. the relationship is still pretty casual.

at this point it’s pretty clear he’s into me more than i’m into him in terms of romance, but i adore him as a friend and i don’t exactly want to stop hanging out with him. i also haven’t told him i feel this way. i want to keep dating him to see where my feelings go but i feel like i’m leading him on. i worry if i tell him i think i have no romantic feelings for him but they might develop later he’ll be upset, but even MORE i worry if i don’t have romantic feelings for him at all but we keep dating, one day we’ll be something serious and i’ll realize i don’t feel romantically for him at all and i’d be breaking his heart.

i have never kissed anyone, and a part of me wants to keep dating him until we do kiss so i can see if kissing someone makes me feel anything at all. is that cold or manipulative? wibta if i keep dating him just so i can get a kiss out of it?

to clarify the actual aita is aita for dating someone i don’t have feelings for (yet? potentially?) to see if i’m aro?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Ballad of Secrecy

Part 1: Peachy Keen

1950’s Actress!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

AU Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a renowned actress, but everyone wonders why she will never settle down. You meet her upon happenstance and both of your lives begin to change.

Note: Yay a Nat series! I have five parts planned out, but I’m not sure when I’ll posting each one. I hope y’all enjoy this first one! Let me know what you think!

Ballad of Secrecy Masterlist, Main Masterlist

There are many words that can be used to describe Natasha Romanoff. Beautiful, confident, wealthy, golden, high-class, the list goes on. But the best way to describe her right now, as you see her across the bar, is lonely.

You feel a sort of magnet drawing you toward her. But of course, you know who she is, and you would never just approach a movie star. Most definitely not one of her status. So, you simply sit and wonder what it would be like to go up and talk to her.

Your wondering is interrupted by your friend Wanda.

“Hey there,” Wanda says as she sits in the seat next to you.

“Hey Wands,” you reply, leaning over to give her a hug. You haven’t seen her in a while. She has been traveling to try and get some new roles. “How has the search been?”

“Ah, well I have come up pretty dry,” Wanda says. “But Vis keeps telling me that it’s okay for me to keep trying.”

“And he is okay being with the kids at home?”

“He says he is. I’m not so sure,” she explains. You sip your drink as your only response. Wanda chuckles a little and orders a drink of her own. “What about you? How is the writing going?”

“It’s not,” you reply. She gives you a sympathetic look, but you shake your head. “It’s okay. Just a silly dream.”

“I don’t agree,” Wanda says. You shrug. She takes a look around the bar and that’s when she sees her. She whips her head back around to you. “Is that Natasha Romanoff?”

“I believe so,” you say casually, as if you haven’t been thinking about her all night.

“We have to go talk to her,” Wanda says.

“Oh, heavens no,” you say.

“Why? She could help me, y/n! I am going over there with or without you.”

Wanda stands up from her seat and the next thing you know she is talking to the woman. You can’t quite hear what they are saying, but when they look your way, you decide to move closer. Taking a deep breath, you move to the seat beside Wanda.

“This is my friend, y/n,” Wanda introduces you.

“Pleasure to meet you, y/n. I’m Natasha,” the woman says. Her voice is raspier in person, it’s addicting.

“Hello,” you say shyly. You figure she’s probably used to people acting this way when they meet her. But you don’t feel as though you’re starstruck, but rather her beauty is just so alluring that you can’t formulate words.

Wanda continues to talk to her as you listen on. Natasha isn’t impatient with her, nor does she turn her away when Wanda asks her about the newest movie she’s filming. In fact, she seems to tell her more details than she has to. You didn’t expect the star to be so kind.

About thirty minutes later, Wanda excuses herself to the restroom. She leaves you alone with Natasha and your heart races.

“So, y/n, what do you do?” Natasha asks you. You’re surprised she remembers your name.

“I’m a writer,” you say. She smiles at that. “Well, on the side. I haven’t exactly made any living with that yet.”

“I see,” Natasha remarks. “But clearly you see yourself in that career since you told me, a stranger, that is what you do.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, it’s becoming easier to talk to the woman. She moves to the seat next to you. Spoke too soon.

“Tell me, do you write poems?” She asks, there’s a certain glint in her eye as her mouth forms into a smirk.

“I- yes I do,” you answer, feeling heat rush up your neck. “But mostly I write stories.”

“Stories,” she says the word as she ponders the meaning. “Like love stories?”

“Sometimes, yes.”

Natasha accepts the answer. She leans in closer to you and her hand comes to your thigh. The proximity in a public area feels dangerous.

“Maybe you could write one of those love stories into a movie,” she says.

“Do you like acting in love stories?”

Natasha thinks it over. “Sometimes. Although I do find my love interests quite boring, don’t you?”

“Well, I-”

“It’s the same white men every time. I wish someone would write something better, you know. Something with substance.”

“Oh, I must admit movies are more Wanda’s thing,” you say. “I only watch with her usually.”

“Right,” Natasha remarks. You swear her eyes glance to your lips before she moves back into her seat properly.

Wanda returns from the restroom at about that time. If she notices that Natasha has moved next to you, she doesn’t say anything.

“I should really be going,” Natasha says, sipping down the rest of her drink. “It was great to meet you both.”

“Great to meet you as well,” Wanda says, her smile not quite meeting her eyes.

Natasha looks at you and decides that she wants to see you again. She has no real power to do what she’s about to do.

“Wanda, can you be on set tomorrow morning? Say 5am?” She asks the girl.

“Oh, yes. Yes, I can, yes,” Wanda replies in disbelief.

“Alright, I will see you there. And y/n, please come with her,” Natasha says. She doesn’t give you time to ask why, but she shoots you a wink before she floats out of the bar.

You and Wanda both sit there in awe.

“What just happened?” You wonder aloud.

“I think I just got my big break,” Wanda says. “I have to go tell my family!” She hugs your neck before she disappears out of the bar.

You remain there at the bar analyzing what just happened. Was Natasha Romanoff flirting with you or was it all in your head?

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff au #ballad of secrecy #actress!natasha

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vibesswithdani · 3 months

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LITTLE SUCCESS STORY: HOW I ALMOST ENTERED THE VOID THROUGH A LUCID DREAM?

(Long ass post 💀)

Ok, so this happened two days ago.

On Thursday night, I took some melatonin gummies and a while later I fell asleep at midnight or 1:00am. When I woke up, it was about 4:00am.

I couldn’t really go back to sleep after that so I decided to stay up for a while and chill and listen to music.

And I believe 2 hours later, i started to feel really tired and I wanted to go back to sleep. So just for the vibes I decided to go on YouTube (yess, YouTube I was very surprised when I got no ads while listening 💀) and listen to music in my headphones while i was about to fall asleep.

(Specifically, James Joint by Rihanna and James Joint II by James Fauntleroy on a loop and it was slowed 🤭)

Then i started to get dreams while the music was still playing! But there weren’t lucid at first. (I remember I was in a dream where I had my headphones on and I was listening to the song that was playing and at one point I wanted the music to be off so I tried turning off my headphones and I was so confused when the music wouldn’t turn off and I realised I was dreaming and that’s when I woke up 😭)

It was such a vibe and so peaceful having dreams while you’re favourite song was playing! While the song is playing, you can really point out details of the song that you didn’t even know were there and it makes you wanna listen to it again and enjoy it more! But that’s just my opinion! 😙✨

After a few dreams, I had the one. The lucid one. This lucid dream was completely unintentional and very unexpected. In the dream, I was in my room, the lights were on and I had my laptop on my chest. I was going to rub my eyes when I saw that one of my hands were missing. I stared at my hand for a while and I remembered that if you look at your hands and something isn’t right with them, you’re in a dream. That was when my dream became lucid.

I decided to immediately use this to my advantage since I wanted to shift more than anything, so I decided to affirm to shift to my dr.

But as I was affirming for my dr, I started to change my mind. I remembered there were still things in there that I haven’t gotten completely figured out yet. (e.g how did I become famous, where do me and my friends live exactly, where do I work exactly, etc) I needed the void to help me, so that’s when I changed my affirmations and started to affirm for the void instead.

While I was affirming, my chest felt super heavy too. Maybe it was because of the laptop but it almost felt like I couldn’t breathe. And while I was affirming for the void, the laptop had a text on it that said “Change Affirmation?” And some other unimportant stuff that I don’t remember. I was like YESS I changed my affirmations, and 💀???

And maybe it was because I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but I just woke up and didn’t feel tired anymore so I couldn’t go back to sleep and get more dreams 🥲

Maybe if I didn’t change my mind about shifting and thought to affirm for the void first instead, I could’ve gotten closer 👀

But I know what to do now 😼

Also I know this can’t be a regular thing because this whole thing happened from 4:00am to 12:00pm or 1:00pm 💀 (btw I did have some bathroom breaks) I only did it this week on Thursday because it’s the holidays for me and it’s my week off college.

I go back to college next week so I probably won’t do this again until my next holiday.

BUT IM ALMOST THERE!! YOU’LL HEAR MY SUCCESS STORY REALLY SOON.😚

And I’m also still affirming. I’ll maybe update how many affirmations I did from 2023 till now by the end of this month.

Anyways:

Stream James Joint by Rihanna 😌

- LOVE, DANI 😇

#affirm and persist #loassumption #manifestation #void challenge #void state #affirmdaily #reality shift #i've already entered #law of assumption #affirmyourreality #Spotify #SoundCloud

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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Part One of Steve Disappearing

Eddie still remembers the last kiss he gave his husband. It was a soft thing. A promise.

“I’ll be back for more later”, Steve had said, grinning. Cheeky. Eddie had appreciated it at the time. Steve was more experienced with this sort of stuff. If he was being this easy-going, then surely the job had to be an easy one, right? Just a quick in and out.

Eddie wishes he had gone too. Maybe if he did...

Sometimes he wished Steve didn’t go. There were plenty of resourceful and strong folks on their team. Sometimes Eddie would peek into Lucy’s room. He’d imagine what her life would’ve been like if neither father had returned.

What if Eddie alone was the one that disappeared? Steve was like a professional dad. Even now, Eddie felt like he wasn’t doing enough. Like he wasn’t enough. Like Lucy would’ve been better off with someone else.

But those days she beamed at him when he made her favorite chocolate chip pancakes, or came home from school with a test she did well on, or pulled him excitedly to sit down for movie night....It was in those moments that he heard Steve’s voice, telling him he was more than enough.

Eddie had never ever EVER thought he’d have to tell his little girl about the real monsters of the world. But Steve had been gone for three years. And if they were going to hold a funeral, she deserved to know the real reason. She was about the same age as Dustin when he first found out about all of this. And his kid was way more badass than Dustin.

Lucy was about to rush out the door when he caught her.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“Can it be later dad? I really need to go see Noah.”

Eddie let out a sigh but he figured this could wait for a couple more hours. “Go on then. You know the drill.”

“Back before dark, call if I’m gonna be late, don’t talk to suits!”, she called out as she left the house.

Eddie smiled to himself. All the typical things a parent would tell their child. But he knew what lurked in the dark. He knew what a missed call could be and he knew even the nicest looking suits would shoot a kid if it meant covering up a failed telekinesis project. Well, failed in they never fully militarized El. She was very clearly a success in every other way.

Lucy went to Noah’s house, picture in her bookbag, and showed it to him.

“These are your dads?”

“Yeah, I think they were in a gang. Anyway, I think that’s what happened to my dad. Someone from a rival gang killed him.”

“They could just be in costume”, Noah said, pushing up his glasses. They sat in his living room, tv put on to something to make it look like they were watching while his mom did work in the kitchen.

Lucy looked uncertain now. “You think?”

“Why would they have gang photos? Wouldn’t you destroy the evidence?”

It didn’t make entire sense that they would have it. Or that they’d be looking at it where Lucy could find it on their own.

“Well, they were drinking. And you know what alcohol does. Anyway, this is officially a mystery. And we’ve gotta solve it.”

“Your....your dad’s murder?”

She stiffened when he said it like that, even though it had been exactly what she was envisioning. “Let’s call it his disappearance. I haven’t proven anything yet.”

“Did you ask your other dad?”

“He’s not gonna tell me anything.”

“Anyone else in your family?”

Lucy thought about her family. It wasn’t entirely traditional. Most people had a mom, dad, and then all the extras related by blood. Lucy didn’t know either of her grandparents. All of her aunts and uncles were family friends. And seeing as none of them talked about it, she knew she couldn’t get any answers from them.

There was one though. One who was removed enough that he might not tell her everything but he wouldn’t hide away either.

“I gotta call my Uncle Wayne.”

Eddie’s in the middle of deciding if they should get takeout or if he should cook, perusing delivery menus when the phone rings.

“Yup?”

“Eddie, it’s Wayne.”

“And to what do I owe the honor?”, Eddie asked, trying to think of any special events coming up that he might’ve forgotten. They had just talked last week about the possibility of a fishing trip, maybe he was trying to finalize that?

“Just got off the phone with Lucy, wanted to get to you before she got home.”

“What’d she call for?”

“She was askin’ about Steve.”

Eddie felt his stomach drop. Just hearing that name still did things to him but for the wrong reasons now. In the time since Vecna, Eddie had given his uncle an abridged story. His bat bites were all the proof he needed but he also had the alibis of everyone else. So when Steve disappeared, Wayne got the rundown so it didn’t seem like Eddie was deluding himself.

“Sounds like she’s getting curious. I’m telling her today Wayne.”

“You sure she can handle it?”

Eddie thought about the time Lucy took a hard fall of her tricycle, got a gravel-filled gash on her arm and immediately got back onto her trike; the time she got into a fight with not one but two girls for picking on her; the time she decided at 5 that she was too old for stuffed animals and gave one each to her fathers so that they could sleep at night.

“That girl can handle anything.”

#stranger things #steddie #apo writes #fanfiction

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Your First Time with the Van Der Linde boys

Get ready for your first time, but, with some of the most notorious outlaws of the west >:3

This one was requested by @kieropal

Don’t you worry! The chubby reader drabble requested by @mrsarthurmorgan7 will be coming out later tonight too!

Obviously this is a lil NSFW so under the cut and 18+!

Arthur Morgan

First things first Arthur because BArK

Oh boy.

Oh boy, oh boy.

Poor, poor broken hearted and mentally ill Arthur.

When you tell him that you haven’t done the deed yet he isn’t at all upset that you haven’t done it, rather he’s upset you’ve decided you want him as your first.

I mean.

He’s Arthur, of course he’s gonna sit here and tell you that he’s not good enough.

He’s gonna sit and go “You should be with someone better than me, especially for your first time. They’ll do better than I can, I don’t even know if I’ll please you.”

But, after enough reassurance that you do in fact love him, and that his mannerisms alone are enough to get you hot and bothered he’s willing to give it a try, but don’t you DARE think that he’s not gonna ask you how you’re feeling through the whole thing.

The BIG night comes around.

He’s a wreck

Sweating before he’s...well supposed to be sweating.

Afraid that he’s gonna disappoint you, and I mean, it’s been a very long time since he’s done the hanky panky.

The good ol’ horizontal tango.

The devil’s dance

After Mary? He had a string of one night stands to try to forget her but they never went anywhere and after that-

it was almost a 10 year dry spell, besides his hand anyway.

He obviously doesn’t know how long he’ll actually last, and he’s not sure he remembers any of his techniques.

After you relax him, or rather work him up with an amazing makeout session, your hands all over him, he’s forgotten most of his issues.

It isn’t until he’s gotten your clothes off and you’re fully exposed to him that he panics again.

You have to guide him, he’s too nervous to do it himself, so taking your hand you grab his wrist and gently place his hand on your breast.

From there he feels like he has permission and goes kinda ham with the touching.

He’s so nervous and red in the face the whole time, making sure you like the way he’s doing things.

When it gets to the nitty gritty he’s gentle as he possibly can be.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, and he thinks that you’re exaggerating when you tell him how big he is but nonetheless he takes it into consideration and does his best to ease you into movement.

While the two of you are basically cockwarming he’s doing nothing but offering you kisses, all over your face, your neck, whispering nothing but sweet things in your ear the whole time.

When he does get things moving?

Holy shit

You literally are blown away.

Not only is he fantastic with his mouth, but he knows EXACTLY how to fucking use his body.

And with all the sound you make

The whole camp is gonna know what happened and who had you, and that gives Arthur a MAJOR boost, and that nervousness dies a little and he’s driven on.

He pulls out obviously, especially with it being your first time, and when the two of you finish, (Him first to his embarrassment but he doesn’t leave you hanging by any means) he cleans you up and pulls you close

He asks a bunch of times if you liked it, but most of them are groggy.

He’s half asleep the moment he gets settled, and he falls fully asleep with you running your fingers through his hair.

Accurate representation of Kieran

Kieran this poor man.

If anyone has more anxiety than Arthur Morgan?

It’s him.

Look at him?

You think he’s a top?

he’s gotta figure out HOW to TOP

When you tell him

“Hey, I love you, don’t freak out, but this will be my first time.”

He absolutely does not listen to you and does in fact

freak out

He asks you if you’re absolutely sure that you want him to be your first, or that you want to do it with him in general

and you tell him OF COURSE

and he’s like 99 percent sure that you’re lying to him, but he goes with it.

The whole week leading up to your night he nearly avoids you, just because if he imagines your faces and such he feels like a dirty man.

After you realize this you sit him down and have talk.

Telling him that what he feels is normal, and it’s especially normal to feel that way towards someone you’re with.

Then you explain to him that it actually flatters you that he’d think of you like that.

From there he gets a little red in the face, and then

TheN

things begin to get a little steamy.

You’d planned on going out of camp

but things got a little heated, you started off comforting him, but somehow you ended up kissing him, and that kissing led to a little more kissing, and that led to a little more touching...

By the time the two of you are naked you’re completely unaware of how it happened.

When its time for warm ups?

He’s actually a lot more skilled than he lets on.

He’s a little slow, and way too nervous to do ANYTHING until you guide him and tell him that its okay a couple of times but...

He knows what he’s doing to an extent.

He needs guidance for sure, just like any guy, but somewhere along the line he learned a thing or two.

Now, when the main event comes up-

Wooo

he’s even more nervous, but coupled with that nervousness he’s got a hard on and one wins out over the other.

However.

He requests that you take the lead.

It’s your first time, and he wants you to be happy with the way things go, and for that to happen you need to dictate what goes on.

He asks that you choose what to do

That and he’s a bottom of course

I’m kidding he tops sometimes, but for his first time with you he totally wants you to have all the control so it goes exactly how you’d like.

He’s very whiny throughout the whole thing.

Not in like a bad way, in a ‘he’s so horny for you it’s not funny and he just can’t not make that sound’ kind of way

With you riding him and his hands on your hips the night goes pretty smoothly.

He follows every order you give him fantastically.

And when you two are finished he cleans you up as gently as he can, but then he’s hit with all of his insecurities that had disappeared in his throws of PASSION

He’ll ask over and over again if you’re alright, and call himself an idiot for not asking earlier.

He feels so embarrassed that he did that and that he didn’t ask how you were feeling or that he didn’t make sure absolutely everything was okay.

But you reassure him that you had a great time and that you’d love to do it again with him later, but you’re half asleep and he doesn’t really believe you.

You pull him to your chest and make him lay his head on your collar bone and you just run your hand through his hair, and hold him close.

He settles down a little then but will ask one more time if you’re sure you were okay and that it was good.

And again you tell him how much you enjoyed it and eventually the poor guy passes out in your arms.

IT”S ARTHUR’S BOYFRIEND

Oh Charles, the only man in camp who isn’t completely overcome with anxiety when he breaths.

Well besides Dutch, but that’s just because he’s cocky.

When you tell him it’s your first time, he’s not at all nervous.

He smiles at you and asks if you’re absolutely positive you want this, and that he’s the guy you want to be the one to take something so precious.

When you say yes that’s the end of the conversation. He’s asked you and you told him yes, unless you come to him and tell him otherwise he will go about his day with plans in his head for you.

He will be very loving towards you leading up to it, which he usually is anyway, I mean, not in front of the gang, but in private.

He’s always kind and he will mention to you that he will do his best to make the night a good one for you.

He’ll take you to the nicest hotel he can find for you. More than likely the one in Saint Denis.

While the city itself is gross and horrible and he wished his didn’t have take you through there, but the hotel is good, and that’s where he’s gonna take you.

When the two of you get there and get to the room this man takes his time.

Of course before he even kisses you he does ask that you are absolutely sure that this is what you want.

When you say yes all is a go.

He’s sweet and tender, and he goes slowly too, taking his time to kiss over your entire body and make sure that you know how he feels about you and what he loves about you.

He gets you warmed up and excited easily, and you let him know that, you tell him exactly what he does that turns you on, and he makes a mental note of every single thing that you tell him.

He wants to go rough with you at a different time, but now is not that time.

When you finally start begging him to have him rather than all the foreplay he caves and does just what you ask.

He is slow here too, stretching you to accommodate because like Arthur he’s fairly big himself.

When you do get used to him the two of you move in tandem and he moves at a good pace, slow but not too slow, and the night seems to last forever, but you do not mind in the SLIGHTESt.

When the two of you finish he wipes you clean, but not too clean, because he then takes you to the adjacent room and the two of you take a nice relaxing bath together

The only reason that you don’t fall asleep in there is because he’s there to wake you when he needs to.

When you go to bed you fall asleep with his strong arms around your waist and you smile in your sleep, which he remembers for the rest of his life.

I am not a dutch girl but look at his lil leggys

Dutch is a different man, one of a different caliber.

So when you tell him that you want him to be your first

he is

EXCITED

he’s ecstatic

The idea that he is the one

HIM

IT’s

HIM

he gets to do it, he’s poppin the cherry, he gets to make you BUCK WILD

he loses it

of course he promises that he’ll make it good and that he’ll be nice to you, but he is extremely excited to do this with you.

He does love you, really he does, he’s just a bit of a, well a chad to be real

He does in fact make sure that the night will be ABSOLUTELY perfect for you.

The best hotel, the theater, anything and everything high class, he even wears a suit.

And unlike Charles he isnt a gentleman, so when it comes time for business it’s bath first and then bed.

And the bath is where things get heated.

He starts with kissing you on the shoulders, on the neck, something innocent, but his hands are travelling lower than they should have, and by the time you realize it you’re far too excited to say no to him.

He tells you, you have to be quiet otherwise the two of you will be thrown out.

And he tells you that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.

He does a lot of sweet talking to you, working you up, using his fingers just the right way.

When you feel his hardness on your ass you take things into your own hands

figuratively this time

and take it upon yourself to move and settle yourself onto him.

From there he takes the lead and you know you’re gonna have bruises on your hips from where he’d gripped you.

He ends the night with actually cleaning you off in the bath, you know, what it’s supposed to be used for, and then takes you to the bedroom where the two of you go for round two because Dutch is still hyped up on the fact that the only cock that’s ever been in you has been his.

Finally after round two you’re too tired and too bruised to go another round, but it’s a happy, hazy kind of tired and bruised.

He smokes a cigar and then before you know it he’s spooning you to sleep.

OKAY

I really liked doing these y’all!

Let me know if anyone would like some of the other men in camp

idk why these ones specifically I just kinda

CHOSE

#rdr2 #rdr2 community #Rdr2 Headcannons #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #charles smith #kieran duffy #Red Dead Redemption 2 #smut #rdr2 smut

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birdinabowl · 2 months

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Please ramble to me about your Steven Universe x Wings of Fire AU. Literally whatever you want. Fun facts, story ideas. I want to hear it.

Using this to talk about story ideas

For some context: Icewing Animuses are supposed to only use magic once. They get to give a gift to their tribe once they turn 7 using their magic and that’s it. (neither white or pink will follow this rule). 7 is an adult age for a dragon btw. Icewings also have rankings and rankings basically correlate to the social class of that dragon.

White is the queen of the Icewings (she is also an animus). Her three daughters are Yellow, Blue, and Pink. White had wanted an Animus dragonet because she had regretted her own gift to the tribe and already had a specific gift in mind to make her dragonet cast. Unfortunately, neither Blue or Yellow showed signs of being an animus and once they reach 4, White decides to try again.

Whites next dragonet, Pink, was an Animus making her perfect for what Pink wanted. Pink never really felt connected to her older siblings, they were already 5 and some of the highest ranking dragons. She had always wanted to explore and talk to everyone but she was constantly scolded because she wasn’t behaving like a “proper” Icewing. Once she’s older and approaching her 7th hatching day she starts to sneak out and she sneaks out to the coast. One day she finds a pink seawing hiding in the water, Volleyball.

Volleyball and Pink make quick friends and Pink uses her magic to impress her. I haven’t figured out exactly how I’m redoing the volleyball incident in this au so skipping past that. The night before her 7th hatching day Pink decided she had enough, she wanted to be free from her mom’s rigid rules and system so she runs. She eventually makes her way to the rainforest where she meets a lone rainwing. Pink was interested in the rainwing (Pearl) because she was nothing like how rainwings were said to be. She was smart and funny and Pink found herself wanting to be with Pearl all the time.

Pearl agrees to leave the Rainforest and travel the continent with Pink. The two grew closer as they traveled, exchanging secrets and being opened to eachother. Pink found it natural to open up to Pearl, it was natural in a way she had never gotten with the dragons in her tribe.

Haven’t really gotten around to why the crystal gems were formed yet but it’s definitely going to have something to do with White. Debating between White just wanting more territory or if White had accused a tribe of stealing Pink and declaring war on them (other tribes could join in via alliances similar to the original war in the series maybe??). The crystal gems could always just be a group of outcasts tho.

I’ll make another yapping post later this has gotten long 😭

#birds rambles #steven universe #wings of fire #steven universe au

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Shin Maniac [05]

ー The scene starts in the guest room at the Tsukinami manor

Shin: ( ...I haven’t heard anything back from Nii-san. )

( He’s never been this late to give out his orders... )

( Don’t tell me he’s hesitating on what to do...? )

( Or alternatively, Eindzeit hasーー )

ー Yui walks up to him

Yui: ...Shin-kun?

Shin: ...Yes?

Yui: Your tea will go cold. Could it be...Would you have preferred another flavor?

Shin: Aahーー My bad. I was just a bit lost in thought, that’s all.

Yui: ( Shin-kun...He seems kind of down. )

*Groooowl*

Shin: Hm? ...Could it be Nii-san?

*Flip*

Shin: Aahーー It’s this one, huh?

Yui: ...? It’s not from Carla-san?

Shin: Yeah, seems like it. ...

*Flip*

Shin: ーー Go pack your things at once. We’re heading back to the Demon World.

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: No buts. We’re short on time so get to it.

Yui: ( I can’t believe he suddenly decided to go back to the Demon World...What could have happened? )

Selection

→ Ask why

Yui: Hey, Shin-kun. Why are we going back to the Demon World all of a sudden?

Carla-san hasn’t given you any orders yet, has he?

Shin: Haah...So what? I’ll make sure to do as he says as soon as I get a message from him.

But I have a plan too. I hope you realize that.

Yui: ( R-Right... )

→ Don’t ask anything (❦)

Yui: ( I’m sure Shin-kun has a plan. )

( I’m sure he has a good reason for not telling me why. )

( I probably shouldn’t try to pry into it, huh? )

Shin: Heeh...So you won’t ask any questions?

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: ...Nah. I figured you’d understand.

Shin: Come on, I’ll leave you behind if you dawdle.

Yui: ...!! One secーー

ー Kino suddenly walks into the room

Kino: ーー Hey there. Sorry, am I interrupting something?

Yui: ...!

Shin: ...Aah, you’re finally here.

Kino: Ahaha, did you miss me that much? I feel honored...

Shin: You wish.

Kino: ...Ouch. Hey, you didn’t forget to ask your beloved brother his answer to the thing we discussed the other day, did you?

Yui: ( His answer, to the thing from the other day...? Does that mean Shin-kun went to see Kino-kun...? )

Shin: We can call the whole thing off if you can’t wait.

Kino: Eeh? So you haven’t heard back from him yet. ...What a shame.

...Oh well. But I don’t have forever, so hit me up as soon as possible.

Also...If you end up rejecting my offer, I believe it should go without saying that you’ll make it onto my hit list as well.

Yui: Hit list...?

Kino: They’ll become prey. In this Demon hunt.

Yui: ...!

Kino: Okay, see you later. Make sure...to keep what I said in mind.

ー Kino leaves again

Shin: ...

ー The scene shifts to the outside of the Tsukinami manor

Kino: Hm...This kind of smells fishy. I wonder what that idiot is thinking...?

Hey, Yuuri. What do you think?

ー Yuuri walks up to him

Yuuri: ...I believe it would be best to wait and see for now.

Kino: I think so as well. In that case...I want you to follow them once they’ve left.

Yuuri: Roger.

Monologue

Since I was completely unaware,

that the two of them met up to discuss something,

I could not hide my bewilderment (動揺),

when the words ‘Demon hunt’ fell from Kino-kun’s lips.

What exactly did they talk about...?

And what are Kino-kun and his comrades,

hoping to achieve (目的) by hunting down Demons?

Amidst a state of confusion,

I tried my best to make sense of everything...

For now, I did as Shin-kun told me to,

and packed my stuff.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shin tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leshinmaniac5

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inumbrapugnabimus-maybe · 8 months

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🟦🟧

thank you so much for the ask!!

I decided to answer the second one first since talking about OCs might take a while…

Rambles (and art!!) under the cut :)

I have a few different answers to this one! I definitely draw Legend from linked universe the most, but my favorite to draw is Link from Skyward Sword (both his normal design and his linked universe one)! But that is just when it comes to faces! My favorite outfit to draw at the moment is ALTTP Zelda’s!

and now on to the dreaded topic of OCs… I have a LOT. Some are connected to a loz au I’m sort of working on every once in a while and the other’s are from an original story that’s been fermenting in my brain since middle school… their designs aren’t finalized and neither are their personalities for the most part. I guess I’ll tell you about some from each?

ok! Here are Zelda and Link from my au! (These designs are months old and I’ll probably redo them completely at some point)

I don’t have much of the plot and personalities determined yet, with the exception of Zelda’s. She is pretty young and naive at the beginning, and is pretty timid too! She has to grow out of herself a lot and once she moves past her shyness she has a fiery spirit and a strong sense of joy at discovering the world around her. She is also a menace. You’d almost think she’d have the triforce of courage, but she still wields wisdom, though in a more decisive, instinctual way (almost like she is just following her gut) Sheik is a disguise she uses partly to hide from Ganondorf, and partly because she wants Link to think of her as someone more than the scared little girl he rescued a year earlier. Link, on the other hand, I have no idea how to portray. Much like Ganondorf in this au, his personality eludes me. I do know he is a bit grumpier and pretty serious, and has travelled all his life.

I don’t want to write too much, but I do have a lot of ✨thoughts✨ about them, if anyone is curious!

and as for my actually original OCs, I don’t have any good examples of their designs…

I don’t want to describe the entire plot, so I can’t explain most of the characters at all XD

my main villain however (tho he’s not exactly a villain), I can talk about! So the story is set in a sort of fantasy sort of medieval setting but the poor guy (I haven’t figured out a name for him yet) got sealed away for centuries… he used to be the chieftain of the nomadic tribe that dominated the island they live on, but centuries later with a king on the throne he is a bit out of place! (and also furious about losing everything he knew and loved) His main motivation is revenge against those who (to him) usurped his power and killed his wife and their yet to be born son. He is not at all aware that he is in the future and the very usurpers he seeks to destroy are his own descendants.

personality-wise, he’s a little out of his mind, and has a very sharp wit. He is very barbaric and a bit wild, but carries himself like a king. He has a lot of traits of the classic cool and calculating villain, but his main motivation is the love for his family twisted into a primal rage. When he’s angry he becomes hysterical and tends to speak almost softly, almost laughing, before exploding into anger.

oh, and he’s not exactly human anymore. He’s at this point, and through no fault of his own, basically sentient black mist that can talk and change form. He chooses to stay in the form of his human self however, but looks less so the more he gives up what humanity he has left.

he’s probably my favorite part of the story tbh.

ok! That’s it!! Hope I didn’t dump to much info about my OCs; I wasn’t sure how much to share…

#Again #sorry for infodumping #It’s what I do best #Oh and I also have this linked universe Frozen au…#But I highly doubt anyone wants to hear about that XD #It’s mostly a joke that went too far #Ask game #My art

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brendathedoodler · 1 year

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I love how AS!Tetra is the Zelda that is always getting messed with when she hates being the damsel in distress 🤣

I don't know if you've already got something for AS!Aurora and AS!Dawn but maybe Dawn could be the princess of Hyrule while Aurora is the lost princess of Termina? Just a thought that's been bouncing around my head. I love this au so much! Keep up the great work!

Yeah Tetra is straight up not having a good time in this au. I haven’t played most of the games to know exactly how she impacts the plot, but tbh she’d likely take a more active role than Fable does canonically. At the very least, I’ve decided that she and Ravi team up with Wind during the TFH adventure. She also doesn’t get trapped in a painting the whole time in albw, and instead has some important moments with Princess Hilda (AS Hilda is much like Ravi, where she’s the counterpart of Tetra specifically and thus very different from the canon Hilda). But that’s a story for another post lol

As for Aurora and Dawn, I honestly love that idea! Hyrule spends most of his adventures alone, seeing as he doesn’t have a fairy companion. He’s his own fairy, after all (though he wishes he had some sort of companion).

He became close to Aurora during his first adventure. She had faked her death and taken on a different persona in the older time (going by Borealis rather than Sheik, since there’s already a bunch of sheiks in this au and I’ve gotta differentiate them somehow).

When Hyrule was sent back to relive his childhood, he met Aurora. An Aurora who had never been Borealis. An Aurora who hadn’t been there for the hardships he’d faced. An Aurora that he didn’t recognize and didn’t know. It hurt a little too much and he kinda avoided her, grieving a friend she’d never become and not healed enough to try and create a new friendship with her (something he’d go back and do later, after the events of LU, but he’s not quite there yet).

As for Dawn, I had pretty much no ideas for her, so having her be the lost princess of Termina is really cool! Or, perhaps, since Termina is a world parallel to Hyrule (according to the wiki, I haven’t actually played MM yet), she could be a lost Princess of Hyrule, trapped in a magic slumber for an unspecified amount of time until she’s found in Termina.

Either way, I like the idea that Hyrule awakens her and she then helps him with the loops, somehow being able to remember them along with him (perhaps due to her inherent magic abilities?). She would help him take notes, plan, and prepare for the next loop. She’d teach him how to read, help him take his own notes, and generally act as a sort of motherly figure to Hyrule. Though, perhaps due to her extended magical sleep, she’d be weak and unable to directly assist him.

Hyrule is glad that he doesn’t have to face this adventure alone, but accepted right from the start of it that he’d never see her again afterward (just like Borealis). As the loops progress, he shifts his thinking slightly to “if I ever escape this, I’ll never see her again”. Maybe he wastes a loop or two spending time with her. What does it matter? These days will just repeat again. Dawn can hardly fault him for needing a break, after all. He’s just a kid despite everything he’s facing.

I’d like to think that Dawn comes to Hyrule with him after Termina. She reconnects with Aurora and the rest of her family (I’m not sure how exactly Aurora is related to her, but she is, and some of the older relatives probably recognize her. I’m not sure how this plays out and I hesitate to say anything concrete despite these older games not having any serious lore lol). Anyway, she’s given her own place to rest and recover from her magically induced slumber. She opens her doors of Hyrule, of course, but he doesn’t stay. After spending all that time adventuring, he’s become unused to just relaxing. He can’t stand to stay in one place, and as he gets older that shifts into a desire to travel. Having Dawn’s home as a safe place he can always go to and rest has helped him immeasurably, and he even wrote a particular song to warp to his bedroom in her home.

After the events of LU, he’d go and try to make more connections with people. He’d stay with her more often. Time, someone he’d eventually look up to, said that he began to heal from his adventures by reaching out to family and friends (namely his siblings and Malon), so he tries to do the same. He’s still got a sense of wanderlust and often goes traveling, but he visits more often and starts to build a friendship with Aurora once more (who has become a lot more like the Borealis he remembers, but enough time has passed for him to stop comparing the two as much).

#I fell in love with this suggestion tbh #And when writing this I also fell in love with the idea of an older more mature Zelda for Dawn #Hyrule is very lonely so having someone like Dawn would be amazing for his character arc #linked universe #lu adventure swap au #lu hyrule #lu aurora #lu dawn #lu tetra #I’d love to talk about Tetra some more but my rambles tend to get long #and I wanna try and focus on one topic at a time #Also I really need to get around to designing the Zeldas lmao but that’s a lot of work

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missmouse25 · 2 years

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Me again 😂

Can you write something where the reader (you can call her Louise that’s my name hahah) and Max F are very close best friend and it’s one of them birthday, we can say that is the reader birthday and them and their friends are all going out for the night and the night ends with Max and the reader making out on the dance floor (but that’s not the first time because every time they are drunk they kiss and sometimes more). The day after they both wake up and decided that maybe be they should take a step further to their relationship

Thankkk you again :)

Hi friend... 😬 sorry that your asks are taking so long but! im back into my writing now so they should be coming soonish (not making any guesses as to when though) please enjoy ❤️

Drunk on You - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 1034 words // minor warning for drunk reader, that's it really.

--- The day had been wild already and I knew it would only get wilder as the sun set. My phone hadn’t stopped beeping or ringing since I woke up; there are only so many ways you can reply to a ‘happy birthday’ message and I think I’d used all of them.

I stood in front of my wardrobe, not getting any further than I had since I started five minutes ago, when my phone buzzed once more.

‘Hey. I heard a rumour that today is a special day or something 😏happy birthday. I’m sure it’s only just starting to get good though. See you later.’

Involuntarily, my eyes rolled as I read Max’s message because he wasn’t wrong. If he was going to the club with us later; I knew exactly how that was going to end and I wasn’t going to stop it.

~ The bass thumped through my body. In the middle of the club, my friends and I danced to our hearts content, downing another drink and generally not caring about anyone or anything else. But in the tiny part of my brain that was still thinking clearly, I was caring, continuously glancing at the entrance hoping that he’d show up already.

‘He’s not your boyfriend, stop thinking about him and enjoy yourself!’

But no sooner had I thought that when a hand slipped around my waist and a voice in my ear.

“Having a good time?”

I didn’t need to look to know it was Max: that flirty voice would be the death of me one day.

“Took you long enough to get here,” I retorted, continuing to dance.

I tried to move away from him, knowing it was a tease, but he was faster and pulled me flush against him. His hands slid down onto my hips, holding me tightly.

“Don’t run away so fast, I haven’t given you your present yet.”

Even through the hazy air of the night club, his eyes shone and he flashed a naughty smile. We both knew what he was going to do but the game was half of the fun.

“A present? I don’t see any gifts?”

“It’s not a gift you can open… You have to close your eyes and I’ll give it to you.”

With an exaggerated sigh, I did as Max said but for a moment nothing happened. The music kept playing, the people kept dancing. The space between us stayed exactly the same.

‘Why is he hesitating?’

Then his lips found mine. He was gentle but hungry, and it didn’t take long before I was pulling him into the shadowy corners of the club to take it a bit further. It always felt good having his hands on my body, his breath on the skin of my neck.

But when the night was over and I found myself at home, I knew I felt different somehow. Something had changed between Max and I. My head was still too floaty to figure it out. I fell into an uneasy sleep.

~ It was midday by the time I crawled out of my bed, the remnants of my hangover clinging to me like Cinderella’s rags after the ball. I splashed some cold water on my face and I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, seeing the marks from where Max had been last night.

“Is this all our relationship is?” I asked no one. “Just quick hook-ups in night clubs for special occasions?”

I caught my own eye in the reflection and my expression told me everything I needed to know.

I had only just gotten my first cup of something warm when Max came into the café. He still had dark circles under his eyes and his hair had been hastily brushed but he still looked good.

“Hey,” he said, sitting down opposite me.

“Hey.”

Max ordered his coffee before looking at me.

“What do you wanna talk about?”

He asked it so casually and not as if our whole relationship was about to change – for better or for worse.

“Max, you’ve been my friend for a long time now. You’re one of my closest friends. But I can’t keep going on like we are,” I said as I fiddled with the handle of my mug. “Either we’re friends and we act like friends, or we’re more than friends but then it has to be serious. It has to be real. I can’t keep doing what we did last night because…”

Taking a deep breath, I gathered all the strength I could muster.

“Because I want to be more than that. I want us to be more but if you don’t want it then we have to stop doing what we’ve been doing.”

The sounds of the people around us was almost deafening. Every clink of a spoon. Every buzz from the coffee grinder. It all sounded too loud in the silence between us.

“You’re right.”

Max’s words take me by surprise. Of all the things he could’ve said, I wasn’t expecting it to be that.

“You’re right, we can’t keep doing what we’re doing. I don’t want to.”

‘That’s why he hesitated last night.’ I thought. ‘He doesn’t want to do this at all. This is the end of us.’

I looked down at my drink letting his words wash over me and accepting my fate. That was until Max gently took my hand in his own.

“I’ve wanted to be more for a while now but I thought that you didn’t. I nearly didn’t go to the club last night and even when I was there… I wanted it to be different. But I was willing to do it if it meant I got to have you in any kind of way.”

It was taking time for my brain to process.

“Max, what are you saying?”

This time, it was him who sighed dramatically, before he smiled.

“I want to be with you properly. I want to be your boyfriend,” he said. “If you’ll let me.”

My mouth turned up and I felt my cheeks grow warm.

“This is a much better birthday present than last night.”

We laughed quietly as we began something new together.

#cant believe i wrote this in a day #i mean its not shakespeare but like still #feeling good about finally getting these out into the world #max fewtrell fanfic #max fewtrell x reader #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe

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dirk-rider · 8 months

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TT: I just can’t believe you’ve never experienced the pleasures of fast food.

TT: Like, not figuratively. I literally cannot believe you have never once in your entire life sat down and shoved a big mac into that bucktoothed mouth of yours.

GT: Well a mans got to keep himself in tip top shape if he wants anything to do with the ladies!

TT: I eat fast food. You still fuckin’ drool over me like a goddamn dog.

GT: Pshhhh.

GT: No i dont!

TT: …

GT: And even if i did you yourself arent a LADY! Lovely as that would be : )

TT: Oh, I bet.

GT: If you really are so insistent though i haven’t had dinner yet…

TT: Well my shift’s almost over, so if you’re serious you better get here fast.

GT: Oh right on! You dont need to worry my good bro! Im getting in the car as we speak!

TT: Don’t text and drive man.

GT: Ive got my trusty skulltop!

GT: And anyway with that logic you shouldnt be texting on the job! Im sure you’ve got other things to tend to.

TT: Not really. That’s why I’m heading out early.

GT: Oh! I guess i should have put that together haha.

GT: How early exactly?

TT: Like right about now.

GT: Well golly Dirk you could wait for me at the very least : (

TT: You’re right, I could.

TT: But I could also go home and play video games.

GT: : (

GT: Half the reason i decided to come over anyway was to see my good bro!

TT: Well it’s too late, I’m already in the car.

GT: But that means ill be missing out on seeing the real you!

TT: How about I call you. Then we can talk usin’ our voices and shit. Maybe that’ll help up the realism factor.

GT: Well i GUESS that would be close enough…

TT: Sweet.

So that’s how Dirk Strider ended up on the phone with his good buddy pal Jake English while he ordered his first ever fast food meal.

“So you’re gonna want to try the chicken nuggets, first off, because our chicken nuggets are the absolute shit,” Dirk explained, pulling into his driveway. “And I’d also order the fuckin… uhhh…. the double stack burger, since you like lettuce, and that shit has a lotta lettuce. Oh, and get one of the large fountain drinks, too, I just cleaned the machine today so there shouldn’t be any fuckin’ maggots infesting that shit or whatever.”

“Eww, Dirk, that’s gross! I’m going to lose my appetite before I even get there at this rate!” Jake replied, and Dirk could practically hear him wrinkle his nose. He chuckled lightly.

“Don’t worry bro I’m joking,” he assured him. “Mostly.”

Jake sighed deeply. “Well, I’m next in line, so anything else that’d get you off?”

Dirk blushed a bit. Jake was joking, obviously, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. Dirk shut the car door and started walking inside as he replied, “If you REALLY wanna get me off, double that shit.”

“Heheh, alright bro, as you wish!” Jake replied, giggling a bit. Dirk smiled to himself at that. Obviously Jake wouldn’t be doing that, but it was still a thought he enjoyed. There was a silence for a moment as he reflected on this mental image, storing it away for later as he flopped down on his bed, when a voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Alright, Dirk, now how do I order? I ask the metal robot box for food, right?”

Dirk came back to himself, and then remembered how much of a self sheltered dumbass his crush was.

“Yeah, roll down your window and when they say some shit like, ‘hello, welcome to [fast food place], I’ll take your order whenever you’re ready!’, you gotta say what you want.” He put on an admittedly obnoxious high pitched tone as he imitated his coworkers - he wasn’t really a big fan of some of them.

“Alright! Then that I will do! One moment!”

And so Dirk sat back and listened while Jake ordered, nodding approvingly as he did so. Jake ordered a double decker bacon burger, a six piece of chicken nuggets with honey barbeque sauce (just weird enough to be a totally Jake English thing), and a coke. All totally good, some of the best stuff on the menu.

And then he said “Oh, and double that order! I’d like two of everything, if you would!”

And Dirk practically melted into his bed.

He stayed quiet as Jake exchanged money with the cashier (Dirk’s manager), Jake joking about how “it only got busy when I got here”, which was honestly probably true. People DID seem to gravitate towards Jake English.

Eventually, he got to pull forward. As he was handed the bags, he gave an honest thank you, before a sound of confusion came from the speakers in Dirk’s earbuds.

“What’s wrong, bro?” Dirk asked.

“Oh! Well, I guess now that I think about it, I should have figured this would happen, but ordering two of everything seemed to include two drinks as well..?”

“Well yeah man, unless you specify that you only want one drink, they’re gonna think ‘double everything’ includes that shit.”

Maybe he was coming off as rude, and maybe his speech was becoming sloppy, but he was currently more focused on taking down the small tent in his pants than he was on explaining the proper way to order food.

“Well yes, I guess so, but… golly, what should I do with the second one? I already can’t drink an entire bottle on it’s own normally, and I was planning on saving the one I ordered for later-“

“I dare you to chug it,” Dirk replied, only realizing he wasn’t just thinking that after the words escaped his mouth.

Luckily, Jake stayed oblivious as always as he replied, “we’ll see if I have enough room left later,” laughing a bit. God he didn’t know how much that turned Dirk on.

“Right. Well, sweet. You got your food, you got your drinks, now what? Should I hang up or something? I can hang up if you want me to.”

“Oh no no no, dickens no! Dirk, I rarely if ever get to call you, I want to hear more of your voice!” Jake replied quickly.

“Wow, so you are absolutely desperate to listen to my voice, aren’t you? Not drooling over me my ASS.”

Jake chuckled a bit. “It’s normal to want to talk to your best bro for at least a little bit each day! And besides, I don’t know if there’s some proper form or whatnot to eating this food. Need I remind you, there’s a first time for everything!”

“Yeah, there is. But what really could be so different about fast food? You just kind of… eat it.”

“Well, maybe there is some proper order or such I need to follow. I don’t know, man!”

“Nah, it’s pretty simple. Take a bit of the burger, then wash it down with that coca cola shit, then follow it by dunkin’ your nugs in that soda like it’s some kinda sauce, really get it all sopping wet so you can eat it all good and soggy.”

A moment of silence followed, before Jake said, “no offense my good pal, but that shit sounds absolutely foul.”

Dirk chuckled a bit. “Nah, nah man, you have to try it. That’s the only true way to eat chicken nuggets. Everyone knows that.”

“Well, thank you for your advice, but I am afraid I won’t be doing that,” Jake replied, laughing along with him.

The two boys proceeded to make dumb suggestions and jokes the rest of the way to Jake’s home, until eventually Jake exclaimed, “Home at last!”

“Cool. Can’t wait for you to go inside and start shoving that shit in your mouth. Make sure to put on a show for me, alright?”

“Heheh, right-o!”

Dirk heard a door shut, then heard Jake yell, “Anybody home? No? Alrighty then!” and then heard another door shut.

“Jade’s not there tonight?” Dirk asked.

“It doesn’t appear so! Probably out gardening or volunteering or something.”

“Huh. Well that’s cool,” Dirk said, trying to tone down his excitement. “Maybe you can like, I dunno. Let loose now or some shit.”

Man was he good at hiding what he was thinking.

“Sure can! I can do almost anything I want tonight, and you’re going to bear prime witness to it all!”

Dirk smiled. “No, I’m not WITNESSING shit, man. I can only hear you, remember?”

“Well sure, that is true, but that’s all a matter of semantics. Who knows, we really should hang out soon anyways!”

“With or without food?” Dirk asked, rolling over in his bed.

“It depends on if this is really all you cracked it up to be! And there is really only one way to find out!”

Dirk could hear the familiar crinkle of fast food bags being opened and unwrapped, then the sound of chewing, then the sound of a hearty swallow, and then,

“ZOUNDS, Dirk! You were absolutely, positively right about this! Dear lord, this is amazing!”

Dirk could only imagine the face Jake was making. It sounded like he was making that face he made when he was super excited about something, the one where his eyes shot wide open, sparkled, but still somehow crinkled at the edges with his smile. Dirk buried his face into a pillow to muffle the sounds threatening to escape him.

Luckily, without needing any further comment from him, Jake continued eating, and the way his mic was set up was right against his throat, so Dirk got to hear every little noise that came from him. And god damn if they weren’t good sounds.

Jake surely wasn’t aware of this, and he’d most definitely move it if Dirk said something, so instead Dirk chose to maintain a comfortable silence on his end as he listened to Jake English absolutely devour a burger. Usually the sounds of eating made him slightly uncomfortable, but picturing JAKE making those noises? That was another story entirely. And those moans of satisfaction? Pure aphrodisiac. After only a few moments though Jake had already finished.

“Mm, gah, I need something to drink!” Jake exclaimed. “That was good, but absolutely parching, heh!”

“You got soda, don’t you?”

“Well yes,” Jake said, “that is true! I’ll go grab it!”

“From where man?” Dirk asked, admittedly somewhat disappointed that the display was already on pause.

“Oh, I set it down on my bedside table,” Jake explained, his voice surrounded by the sounds of a microphone that’s set a little bit too sensitive. “My hands were full.”

“Ah.” So Dirk waited in anticipation till he heard Jake plop back down in his spinny desk chair.

“Alright, here goes! Cheers!” Jake exclaimed. When Dirk didn’t reply, though, he repeated himself, albeit a bit less enthusiastically. “Um, cheers, bro? You have to say it back,” he chuckled.

“Nobody says weird shit like that but you.”

“Well then, I’ll instead say: bottoms up!”

“You do you.” Dirk then quickly tensed again as he heard the almost annoyingly close sound of a bubbling liquid making it’s way down Jake’s throat, and man was he swallowing fast. Eventually though the noises slowed, and Dirk heard a short breath out, followed by a short gurgly burp that seemed to surprise Jake just as much as it did Dirk.

“Hah, excuse me, Dirk! Wasn’t - wasn’t expecting THAT, heh,” Jake said, his voice rising a bit.

“No, it’s cool, man. I really don’t care.” And what a lie that was.

“Al-right, if you say so, bro,” Jake chuckled. “What next, though..?”

“You should try the chicken nuggets. That shit is fuckin’ bomb,” Dirk told him.

“Well then, guess I will! If they’re anything like those patty sandwiches, I’m sure they’re positively delightful!”

“Yeah. Whatever the fuck a patty sandwich is.”

Jake either didn’t hear or didn’t care to respond to that, instead digging around his bag for the small packets of honey barbeque sauce. When he found it, he made a sort of triumphant sound. And as he began eating these, Dirk’s thoughts were only getting hotter and hotter.

Every sound of delight, every smacking of the lips, every pause for a drink just left Dirk hungrier and hungrier, but he had to keep his cool. Even if the mental image of your best bro/biggest crush eating fast food was the exact opposite of “cool”. Jacking off while on the phone certainly wasn’t cool either, and so instead he just clenched his jaw and squeezed his poor pillow harder. Jake would occasionally make comments of course, unable to bask in his own sound as Dirk was, but Dirk would simply give his usual noncommittal reply of “yeah” or “huh”. It was easier that way for him really.

After what felt like quite a bit too short, though, Jake finally gave a somewhat disheartening “aw”, and now Dirk was the one sparking conversation.

“What’s wrong, man?”

“Oh, nothing really! Just finished the box quite a bit quickly, aha!”

“Oh yeah.”

“…”

“Well, you still got a whole other bag of this stuff, too, y’know,” Dirk pointed out. “Not like you’re out of food for a while.”

“Oh I guess that is true..! Here, let me grab the other-“

But it was now or never, and Dirk knew his hormonal high wouldn’t be lasting too much longer if he didn’t do something about it, so he did.

“Hold on a second, you promised me a show, remember? We’re not gonna look back and laugh at your first time eating fast food otherwise. We need some excitement and shit to really add stakes.”

“What do you mean? What would you want me to do to… make a show of things?”

“Uhh.” Dirk paused a moment, hoping it’d make it seem like a spur of the moment recollection and not a nightly fantasy. “Remember when you said you’d chug that soda? Do that shit I dunno.”

Jake went quiet a moment, seemingly thinking, before eventually replying, “Well I can’t seem to think of a reason not to!”

“Hell yeah. Chug chug motherfucker!”

“Heheh, alright!” Jake replied, unscrewing the cap of the second one. And Dirk most definitely noticed that this was a new bottle, the slight click of the seal being broken telling him just that. And he also most definitely was not upset by this. He heard a sharp fizzing noise, then a somewhat shaky breath on the other end, and then the sound of Jake English gulping down a bottle of soda.

Dirk wanted to say something, ANYTHING to distract from how absolutely amazing an experience this was for him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to speak. The sound of swallowing liquid was just so mesmerizing to him, he couldn’t turn his attention to anything else.

Soon though, Jake’s lips parted from the bottle, and as they did so a low, breathy belch came out of him. This time, though, he did not excuse himself, rather just exclaimed, “Hn - gosh, Dirk, all that and it’s still not done!”

Dirk inhaled sharply.

“W-well then, keep going man,” he replied, his own voice shaking with a hideous combination of arousal and nerves. “I’ve chugged lots of drinks, I’m sure you can too, heh.”

“Well of course I CAN, Dirk,” Jake said, making it sound like the concept was obvious, “but it’s a matter of how FAST I can. You yourself never even have any - ahem - eructations, which is honestly something I envy! Especially seeing how quickly you can down a whole bottle-“

“Yeah but this isn’t about me, man. I can do that any old time. I dared YOU to, remember? So uh- hurry up, man!“

Dirk was becoming antsy, the bulge in his pants becoming hotter, more painful by the moment. He knew he had to go soon, he had to do something about THIS. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet, he had to experience just a bit more.

“Well, alrighty then! I can’t leave a good dare hanging!” And so he continued gulping down the drink, this time each swallow seeming much more forceful, more liquid going into his throat than was going all the way down. And, as the bottle began crinkling, a sign it was finally empty, Jake threw it down on the table triumphantly.

“Ya-hoo! I did it, Dirk! Did you hear that? Drank an entire bottle on my own-!” a gurgling noise made itself known in Jake’s throat. “Oh, one moment.”

Dirk heard a thumping sound, like Jake was banging on his chest, and he could just imagine so perfectly Jake holding one finger up as he did so, in an “i’ll get back to you” sort of way. And then the gurgling noise got higher and higher, and then the noises ceased for one split second of silence-

And an explosive belch came from the speakers in Dirk’s earbuds.

The mic clipped as the eructation was happening, and Dirk’s heart was going faster than it ever had. He had to bite his cheek hard to keep himself from moaning, tensing his body with all of his might. And when it was over, Jake’s chair creaked as he leaned back and sighed.

“Oh, MAN, Dirk, that felt - that felt good,” he said.

Dirk had to agree.

Rather than saying that, though, he instead ended up stuttering out, “I- uh, I have to mute myself real quick, you can - keep doin’ your thing, though. Uh, yeah.” He then quickly muted himself and began unzipping his jeans.

“Oh, alright Dirk! Will you be back soon?” Jake asked, sounding almost disappointed.

Dirk grimaced as he reached back up to unmute himself. “Unh, yeah. Yeah, man.”

“Oh, good! I’ll be waiting!”

Dirk nodded as though Jake could see him and muted himself again before struggling to pull his pants off and throw them to the floor. Finally clad in just his boxers and tee though, he reached under his waistband and inhaled sharply, involuntarily gripping his dick as he heard Jake unwrapping the other burger.

Shit, he’d forgotten about that.

When Jake continued eating, now that he seemed to think Dirk was gone, he ate much less tactfully. He moaned a bit more at the new flavors, took longer drinks, allowed himself to let out short burps between bites…

It was better than any shitty prno Dirk had ever watched, and he couldn’t even see this guy. He could only imagine though, the look of ecstasy on his face as he took large bites, tearing his meal to shreds. It gave Dirk more than enough push as he got himself off, the sounds of Jake’s ecstasy mixing with Dirk’s pleasure to create a beautiful, horrible noise.

After only a few short moments (though they seemed very long to Dirk) he had his own cum smeared across the head of his boxers, and he was left gasping for air, body limp as Jake simply continued on, completely oblivious to what his friend was doing on the other line.

As Dirk’s mind was fogged over, he began feeling disgusted with himself for the way he had acted, and he wanted to get mad, punch himself square in the face. But he also felt a deep sense of relief and ecstasy, the kind one can only get from having his fantasies played out in front of him.

Finally, Jake leaned back and let out a belch that he muffled with his fist. Dirk could her the sound of him slapping something like a beach ball, but he knew from experience that it was actually the sound of an overstuffed stomach, and it almost made him want a round two. He sighed and shook his head, though. That could wait for later, at least until he was off the line.

So he reached back up and unmuted himself, and the short “bing!” sound alerted Jake to his presence.

“Oh, Dirk! You’re back! Is everything alright?”

Dirk breathed deeply before answering.

“Yeah, Dave needed some help. With uh, his computer. Dude can’t understand computers for shit, always needs help with some update or whatever. And I didn’t want to - embarrass him, so I muted so you couldn’t hear his cries of fuckin’ agony as he realized all he had to do was turn the thing off and on again. Heh.”

Dirk grinned at how well he was able to bullshit that response.

“Oh, alright! That would make a lot more sense than what I was- no, never mind that. Um, I ended up finishing everything without you, sorry! I know you missed the ‘show’ and whatnot, I just couldn’t help myself!”

Dirk’s heart jumped a bit at that.

“Nah, it’s alright. Totally cool. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said simply. Such an understatement.

“Yes, I absolutely did enjoy it! Y’know, I really should have come on over as soon as you started working there. I missed out on some premium meals!”

“Yeah you did. But there’s always a spot in the to-go line for you. Or, hell, even in the regular line. I’d get to see more of you that way,” he smiled. Was he flirting? He honestly didn’t know.

“Oh, yes, I’d love that! I quite enjoy seeing your face, too, you know!” Jake smiled back at him. And he was definitely flirting. “In fact, before you go, could you please turn on your camera? I never did get to see you.”

Dirk blushed a bit, though it was hardly noticeable against his post-cum flush.

“Only if you do too, man,” he said, if only to buy himself time as he got up to walk half naked to his bathroom to grab a washcloth. Or a towel, if you’re a one of those fans.

“Ah, fine, if you insist,” he heard Jake chuckle as Dirk was wetting the rag. “Let me open the call on my husktop quickly… let’s see here…”

In the amount of time it took for Jake to boot up his computer and connect the call to it, Dirk had cooled himself down enough to look presentable. He quickly walked back to his bedroom and put his glasses back on before he turned on his phone camera, angling it upwards a bit to a) make himself look cooler and b) hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing pants.

“Oh, Dirk! Looking gorgeous as ever, I see!” Jake said when he finally noticed.

“Yeah man, looking and feeling like fifty bucks.” He couldn’t hide the small grin on his face.

“Well here, one moment… and- there we go! Camera is on- oh!”

Jake must’ve only then realized how much his stomach was pushing out.

It was quite a sight, really, his face and shirt coated in crumbs and grease as his shirt rode up on his stomach, unable to hide the massive excess he had indulged in.

Dirk’s eyebrows raised and he quickly took a screenshot before Jake could fix this.

“You’re looking good too, man,” Dirk said, hoping it came off as another joke, thoigh he couldn’t hide how impressed he was. “Reeaall good.”

Jake pushed his computer screen up so the camera wasn’t on his stomach anymore, only really capturing his upper chest, face and ceiling now. He then made an attempt to pull his shirt back over his stomach.

“Oh stop, haha,” he said, blushing a bit. “Sorry you had to see that!”

“No no, it’s cool,” Dirk smiled. “I do gotta get goin’ though, much as I love staring at you,” he chuckled.

“Aw alright, so soon? I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jake asked, looking hopeful.

“Yeah man. I’m not missing school if you’re there.”

Jake grinned. “Sweet! Fistbump for good luck!”

Dirk chuckled and raised a fist to the screen and the two fistbumped, Jake then pulling back and imitating an explosion.

“See ya, man,” Dirk smiled.

“Goodbyeee!!” Jake replied, and the screen went dark as he hung up.

Dirk quickly swiped up to his photo gallery, pulling up the screenshot he had just taken.

Now he had jack-off material for at least two months.

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Sirius Oneshot - The True Gift of Gifting

Requested?: No

Prompt: None/Song

Type of oneshot: Songfic

Song Used: True Gift of Gifting - Mlp

Timing: Marauder’s Era (6th Year)

Reader's Relations: Remus’ Sister (For no reason whatsoever)

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: None?

Other notes: This includes mentions of my ocs, info can be found on my toyhouse about them.

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“(Y/n), calm down, I’m trying to think.”

“How can I calm down!? Remus, I have two weeks to get everyone’s gifts and I haven’t even decided what to get everyone yet!” I replied, exasperated as I sat on the sofa beside him.

“Oh… If that is what is stressing you out, I have an idea. What if we do a Secret Santa? That way, you only have to get one gift for someone.”

“Rem, you are a genius!”

And so, a few hours later, after dinner Remus, James, Sirius, Jen, Arianna, Mabel, Charlotte, Bella, Lily, Marlene and I were sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room. We all wrote our names down on a piece of parchment before putting them all in a hat that had been provided by someone. It was shaken up a bit and the parchment pieces were enchanted so only the person who pulled each one out could read what was on it. Soon, we’d all picked out our person and looked at the pieces of paper. I looked down at mine and immediately felt my face heat up.. I’d got Sirius, who I’d had a crush on for several years, and I had no idea what to get him.

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“Hey, (Y/n)!”

I rolled my eyes and looked up from my Transfiguration essay to see James sitting in front of me in the library, “What? I’m busy.”

“Just a quick question…Is it against the rules to trade names? Like if I had a better idea for somebody special? I mean specific?”

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what he was hinting at, “If you can figure out who has the person you want and they're okay with trading, I guess it's fine.”

“Great! So.. do you-”

“I don’t have Lily.”

His face turned slightly pink, “That’s not who-” I just raised an eyebrow at him, “Sure… Now, if you don’t mind, I have to finish this essay.”

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The day came when we decided to give our gifts, the day before everyone would be leaving for the Christmas Holidays. Eventually, it was my turn to give my gift, “I’ve actually got it upstairs. I’ll just go grab it from my dorm.” Without any further explanation, I stood up from my position on the sofa and walked up to my dorm, grabbing my guitar and bringing it back downstairs. I took a deep breath as Jen moved closer to Remus, so I had more space for the guitar on the sofa, due to the fact that it was evident Sirius and I had got each other, everyone else having received their gift, “I wanted to get you something oh, so rare. A gift to show I care, but nothing can compare to you, that's easy to see but I got stressed and overthought until the day was shot and it was all for nought, but now it's clear to me; I'm not gifted at gifting, It's really pretty sad. I tried to show I care, but it turned out bad. I'm not gifted at gifting so all that's left to say is that I really hope my gifting didn't ruin your holiday.”

I stopped singing, continuing to play the guitar in my hands as I looked up to see Sirius’ face, his eyes wide, with what I guessed was shock, and I started singing again, “The most magical gift that I can recall. It could've been big or small or even nothing at all. It doesn't matter, you see if it's from my friends on whom I depend. No matter what you spend it will be perfect to me. The true gift of gifting is what it means inside. We can show we care, spreading love far and wide. The true gift of gifting is totally free and you're the best there is at givin' it with the friendship that you give to me.”

When I stopped playing I looked up at Sirius who was sitting there, a blank expression on his face and not saying anything, “I’m sorry it’s not an actual gift, but I had no idea what to get you,” I spoke, my gaze on my lap, still, there was no response until, “Ow! What was that for?”

I looked up from my lap to see Sirius rubbing his arm and James laughing, “You zoned out, mate.”

“Sorry. (Y/n), you don’t need to apologise,” Sirius replied, walking over to me and pulling me up from my place on the sofa, “I loved the song,” he paused and turned towards Remus, “Moony, forgive me for what I’m about to do,” before he returned his gaze to me, taking my cheek in his hand and gently kissing me. I felt my face turn bright red and after I realised the situation, I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back.

“Alright, we don’t need to see you snogging in the middle of the common room! The rest of us are still here, you know!”

I broke away from the kiss at the sound of Remus’ voice and let out a giggle, leaning my head on Sirius’ chest, due to our height difference.

“Moony, permission to date your sister?”

I lifted my head at this, “Y-you want to date me?”

Sirius nodded, “Yeah, I love you, (Y/n). I would be honoured to date you.” I smiled and turned my attention to Remus, giving him my best puppy eyes.

“You don’t need my permission. You’re allowed to date who you want, Sirius. Whether it’s my sister or not. I can’t stop you.”

I then felt Sirius wrap his arms around me from behind, placing his head on mine, “Good.” I giggled and turned around, facing Sirius again and leaned up, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Oh great! Now I’m the only one without a girlfriend! Come on, Evans, one date? Please?”

“And I already told you, NO!” Lily replied as she stood up, walking up to the girls’ dorms, causing me to giggle at the look on James’ face as he now looked like a kicked puppy. I just rolled my eyes and sighed, “I’ll talk to her, James, but if I can’t get her to go on a date with you, then you’re going to have to give up.”

His face perked up and he nodded, “Thank you!” I smiled in return and said my goodnights, giving Sirius another quick peck before following Lily up the stairs to the dorms.

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I was gonna save this for FandomMas, but then I realised it’s still like 75 days til th 1st of December, so I still have a while til I need to start posting them so I’m just posting it now.

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rainyraisin · 9 months

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OKAY

Jeez this’ll be a long one

Honestly, what I hope people notice when looking at my art is the small details. But the thing is, unless you’re actively looking for them, you probably won’t notice some of them, which leads to you being like the only person who realises dhjsbfkd- I love your silly little analysises sm though so idm that much‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶

There’s even more small details than these (keeping it to these because of the mobile photo limit) but I don’t do them as often as I’d like to, honestly I might ramp it up a bit at this point because I had a lot of fun with them in one of my latest pieces. Btw there are small details that I like more than these but some of them are reticent spoilers so I’m gonna keep from talking about those for now.

(Putting this all as a read more as this post will be LONG.)

Starting with one of the most obvious small details but one I just like a lot, the staff magical girl Ret!Don holds is shaped as a flower made out of octagons (which is the main shape I try to go for when it comes to Dee’s patterns but sometimes they turn out as hexagons dgehbfjd I mix them up a little bit)

Edit: forgot to mention, I picked a flower specifically cause silly guy loves botany hehe 💖💖💖

This one appears in a LOT of my drawings of tot Ret!Don, this is the way I like to convey a character not having their glasses on. Since he doesn’t get his glasses till he’s 7-8 years old (doing a timeline rn so we’ll see exactly when at some point dhdjhfjf), the majority of drawings of younger Dee will have this feature, especially as I tend to start drawing them with full eyes rather than line eyes at 9 years old (the pupils still look like this but the eyes as a whole are different)

Another silly tot thing (this is just smth I’m working on btw I haven’t posted any of it yet, dw about it tho :)))) ). I gave Leo this silly shirt to convey that this is the year that Splinter appoints him leader after stripping the role from Raph. Guy is already exhausted from his new role but he’s powering through it, look at him go!!! (That’s not gonna last long)

This is one I’ve already pointed out but it was a while back so I figured I’d include it here too. On Donnie and Karai’s refs (from April 13th and April 17th respectively), they both have a pattern of three dots in a sort of arch shape above their right eyes, Donnie’s showing whilst his mask is off and Karai’s showing whilst her mask is on. This particular pattern only shows for each character when they’re involved in a certain clan :) It also illustrates their connection later on in the show, far prior to the arc even occurring (still got a while to go!)

Two out of three of the images on these next two examples are from a piece I’ll prolly be posting later today! Basically in that piece I have included a couple of polaroids in characters decorating the room as I like to do that a lot for characters who I think would have these kinds of photos (Leo doesn’t have as many, only keeping two in his room but Don and Mikey display them on the walls whilst Raph has a small collection hidden away). This first one is in Donnie’s room and depicts the day Donnie got his glasses with April’s help!! The guy was ecstatic fr‼️‼️💪💪💪 April isn’t much of a hugger but she decided it was fine this time.

These next two images are from Leo’s and Donnie’s room respectively. I figured it would be nice to have a picture that all four brothers own, even if it’s bittersweet given later context. This was taken pre-leader Leo, so whilst Raph isn’t having the best time (the poor guy :( ), this was probably the best the other’s lives were for ages.

Okay, now we’re getting into stupidly small details. In the Top Of My School animatic, Mikey is drawing a picture of ice cream kitty during the second lyric “Some people never learnt how to be driven, some people don’t even try”. Other small details in this animatic include Leo’s trophies and blue ribbon which he scavenged from the dump, the Hamato Clan box which was retrieved in episode 1, along with the picture of Leo Mikey drew when he was younger, which (other than the hamato box) all first appeared in a drawing of Ret!Mikey and FA!Mikey spray-painting Ret!Leo’s room and were later mentioned in Chapter 3 of Reticent, “Consequences”. Another small detail is in one of the final scenes of the animatic whilst Leo is staring at himself in a mirror, realising some… not so nice stuff about his self worth, he replicates Splinter’s words and actions from earlier in the animatic.

I think the ice cream kitty detail is smaller but i wanted to keep these last two together (and also I talked about more than one small detail in that section). The first one is Mikey’s little stickers on his nunchucks in Season 2 Part 2!!! Just a little guy :) some are random, some are references to other characters, some are references to other iterations of Mikey (wonder which sticker that one is CHXJHDJF)

Now, this one is STUPID SMALL, to the point I don’t even think you can see it without zooming in on the original via Procreate (might prove myself wrong later though dbsjfbdj idk). During Season 2 Part 1, Casey’s purple detail are him changing his studs to be purple. I later considered changing it to something bigger (although I had NO clue what that would be, his sneakers maybe?) but then I thought about it more and honestly, I think Leo would be kinda peed off with him if he wore anything bigger/more noticeable cause honestly I bet he didn’t even notice the change the entire time Casey had these in-

Basically, the entire point of this post is, I like small details and I might have hints to past or future events in reticent in pieces via those small details, so be on the lookout!!! Thank you Aaron for asking a question, especially this one, it was very fun rambling, and THANK U FOR ALL UR ANALYSISES SO FAR‼️‼️💖💖💖🫶🫶 (I know it’s difficult to do them since ur co-creator so like u have to try avoid spoilers but I appreciate them all the same :D)

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