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dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies · 5 months

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hiii im bored so im assigning some mutuals song lyrics!

@svnflowermoon

sundown and im feeling lifted / downtown cherry lipstick / watch her silk dress dancing in the wind / watch it brush against her skin / makes me wanna try her on - silk chiffon by phoebe bridgers and muna

cause my girl's made of peaches and soft grass in the moonlight / every touch reminds me it's alright - strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo

theyre selling sunflowers cheap / im reading novels, im dating, but just just dating for sport / im getting coffees for free / i hang all my art and i dance with the coven / as the rain falls hard on the street - there it goes by maisie peters

@bookscorpion73

we didnt know that the sun was collapsing / til the seas rose and the buildings came crashing / we cried oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh / everywhere everything / i wanna love you til we're food for the worms to eat / til our fingers decompose / keep my hand in yours - everywhere, everything by noah kahan

leonard cohen once said / there's a crack in everything that's how the light gets in / and i am not an old man having an existential crisis / at a buddhist monastery, writing horny poetry / but i agree/ i never thought you'd happen to me - leonard cohen by boygenius

you got a slurpee for free / i caught you lookin at me / in the 7-eleven / under fluorescent lights / we walked in comfy silence / footsteps down familiar sidewalk - all my gosts by lizzy mcalpine

@recklessandyoung

it was magic, babe, pure and strong / it was the last man standing for the eagles song / it was a far-flung wish when we were young / now we're living the dream and i hope we never wake up - the band and i by maisie peters

i remember you stayed up all night / to make sure i was alright / believe me when i say / i wouldve done the same / i hate the way my brain is wired / can't trust my mind it's such a liar - rue by girl in red

you were my partner in crime / it was a welcome waste of time / eating cherries on the bridge, feet dangling / throw out the pits and stems into the racing current below / i get vertigo looking down and looking in - partner in crime by lucy dacus

@literatureisdying

drag-racing through the canyon / singing 'boys dont cry' / do you see us getting scraped up off the pavement? / i dont know why i am / the way i am / not strong enough to be your man / i lied, i am - not strong enough by boygenius

so we spent what was left of our serotonin / to chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon / said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment / ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then - graceland too by phoebe bridgers

keep your feet on the ground / when your head's in the clouds / well, go get your shovel / and we'll dig a deep hole / to bury the castle - brick by boring brick by paramore

@tellme-o-muse

you can't open your eyes for a while / you just breathe / i believed you were crazy / you believe that you love me / you and me, we're a day drink / so lose your faith in me - the gold by phoebe bridgers

we're never done with killing time / can i kill it with you? / till the veins run red and blue / got a lot to not do / let me kill it with you - 400 lux by lorde

sedentary secrets like peach pits in your gut / locked away like jam jars in the cellar of your heart / waiting to be tasted and ultimately wasted/ you were gonna win me over from the start - VBS by lucy dacus

okay im tired now but i'll probably do a pt 2 with irls and maybe a part 3!

#just dandy thoughts #I REACHED THE POST LIMIT UGH

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getsojaded · 1 year

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downtown lovers i — it won’t always be like this || calum hood

a/n: ok so. i originally wrote this out of my ass while listening to inhaler (shout-out inhalersos fans) and as i kept writing i decided to make this like an open series where i just write abt little downtown adventures and honestly i don’t know how this is gonna play out LMFAO cause it’s like not exactly a series but at the same time it kind of is??? like those stand alone books that you don’t have to read in order to understand but you still can for the experience???? dude idk what im saying anymore just roll w it i hope u guys like it

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the cool, evening breeze of downtown seattle brushed against melanie's legs as she stood in the queue of the music venue alongside many others, waiting until the doors opened for the band that would be performing that night, inhaler.

she switched between scrolling through different apps on her phone and eavesdropping on various conversations made by people surrounding her, hearing "i'm so excited to see josh jenkinson!" one too many times, trying to find ways to make the time pass a little bit faster.

this was her first concert that she'd be attending alone, and needless to say, the social anxiety was catching up to her. she'd been so used to having at least one friend accompany her to the hundreds of concerts she'd gone to, and she was under the impression that she wouldn't be attending this one alone...

until her friend cancelled last minute on her. which, was bummed her out an extreme amount.

however, the show was the next day and she absolutely did not want to scramble around on twitter and instagram, trying to find people who would want to buy her ticket last minute. so here she was, standing alone in a crowd of grouped-together people. and god, was she feeling anxious.

lost in her own intrusive thoughts, she even failed to realize that the man lining up behind here in the queue was alone as well.

she turned to her side, leaning her back against the brick wall of the venue and closing her eyes, taking a deep sigh as an attempt to calm herself down.

"hey, you okay?" a deep, accent-laced voice filled her ears. her eyes opened and she looked to her left side, making eye contact with a tall, tan skinned man. her eyes quickly scanned him, immediately noticing how fucking attractive he was. dark, curly hair that was on the verge of forming a mullet, a black supreme tee-shirt that exposed his multiple tattoos on his arms and accentuated his muscles, straight black leg dress pants and black docs. with a leather jacket in one hand, his phone and an unlit cigarette in the other.

god, he was hot. really fucking hot.

"oh yeah, i'm alright. just getting tired, 's all," she responds, trying to sound as collected as possible. "you're lookin' a little stressed there, love." he responds, assuming that the rosy shade appearing on her cheeks was from the cold air and not the use of his pet name, to which that assumption was flat out wrong.

"i'm okay. was just a bad choice of footwear for a concert. did it to myself," she fibs, letting out a light laugh as he takes notice of her black boots, then analyzing the rest of her outfit. a basic, black silk dress that was underneath an oversized leather jacket. "at least you look beautiful," he tells her. "you here alone?"

"thank you," she sheepishly smiles up at him. "yeah, i'm here alone, my first one, too."

"ahh, that's why you're lookin' so shaken up." he replies, letting out a light laugh. "don't worry, going to these by yourself are a piece of cake. definitely needs some getting used to, but afterwards it feels like nothin'." he reassures her, reaching in his jacket pocket for a lighter. "what's your name?"

"my name is melanie, and yours?"

"beautiful name for a beautiful girl. i'm calum."

"pretty name for a pretty boy. by the way, are you always this flirty?" she asks him, resulting in light chuckles from the both of them. "no, not always. only when pretty girls are lined up alone in front of me for inhaler." he says, melanie rolling her eyes and smiling in response.

"well, calum, i'm not lining up alone anymore. i'm lining up with you, now." she states, a big grin appearing on calum's face afterwards. "glad to be waiting with you."

they're standing in line for a little over 45 minutes, the conversation flowing exceptionally easily as they got to know each other. melanie's found out that he had also been in a band for a brief amount of time when he was younger, ultimately deciding to part ways but staying best friends with his bandmates. calum found out that melanie had just moved to the city as a result of a new job opportunity, originally living on the east coast just a few months before. with all the free time on calum's hands, he decided to spend some time in the city, having always admired how beautiful it is, yet never having enough time to adventure around it while he was around on tour.

"you're gonna have to play me some songs of yours, wanna compare you to bobby now," she jokes around at that last bit, referring to inhaler's bassist, robert keating, after finding out that calum was the bassist in his band as well. "i'd rock his shit, just saying." he responds, melanie laughing at his sudden defensiveness.

more giggles and continuing of conversations let the time pass by so much quicker than melanie had felt that they did before, and the next thing you know, the pair were standing beside each other while the general admission crowd were waiting for the anticipated band to come out.

despite choosing comfort and deciding not to camp out for long hours outside of the venue for the show, they had still made it to the second row on bobby's side of the stage. "looks like i'll be comparing you two for the entirety of the show," melanie giggles, calum nudging her slightly in response to her joke, "shut up. i'm showing you our songs the minute we get out of this place."

next thing you know, the lights dim and the four band members appear on stage, instruments, opening the show with it won't always be like this. the crowd roars and cheers, singing along to the band in front of them, hands waving around and feet jumping in all sorts of directions.

though melanie has some extra height with her uncomfortable leather boots on, her petite hight is on her bad side today, coming to the realization that she can't see very much due to the tall people standing in front of her.

halfway during the second song, calum takes notice of the way she's attempting to crane her neck up, still having a smile on her face as she enjoys the show. he breaks the touch barrier between them, softly grabbing her by the waist. melanie jumps slightly at the initial touch, but then loosens up at the realization of calum gesturing her to stand in front of him so that she could see better. it would benefit her anyways, and since cal was at least a foot taller than her, it wouldn't affect him that much – at all, really.

calum’s hands don’t leave melanie’s sides for the entirety of the concert. and as they’re exiting the venue and walking down the crowded streets at midnight, his arm is still wrapped around her as they stroll together.

“you know, you made this concert a lot more enjoyable,” she says softly, smiling up at the tall man beside her. “glad to hear. the exact same goes for you as well.” calum responds. “are you doing anything now?”

“if i would, i still wouldn’t be walking with you to no destination in particular,” she giggles, turning to him and stopping them from walking. “why? what did you have in mind?”

“i’m not entirely sure if this is too forward considering we met maybe 3 hours ago,” he starts, grinning. “but i’d love to get to know you better. preferably not in a concert queue. if you were willing to, would you wanna grab a drink or two with me?”

“hmmm, i’m gonna have to think about it,” melanie puts her hand on her chin, walking away from a calum with his jaw to the ground, laughing as he chases after her.

once he’s within reach of her shoulders, he turns her around, big smiles planted on both their faces.

“yes calum. i’d love to spend more time with you.”

#5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagine #calum hood #calum hood imagine #luke hemmings #michael clifford #michael clifford imagine #5sos #calum hood angst #calum hood fluff #calum hood smut

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askthestans · 1 year

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Dear Stanford Pines.

As Stanley has Stanleymobile as his own personal transportation, do you have any plans for vehicles of you own? Or, prefer using public transport? Rather come up with a completely different solution like portable portal?

Stanford: Well, my real Earth driving license - before Stanley started getting ones made in my name - expired over thirty years ago, and my licenses to operate hoverboards, starships, mass relays, and teleporters are useless for obvious reasons.

Normally, I'd be fine just walking everywhere to keep in peak shape, but sometimes the occasional trip outside of town is necessary. I'd ask Stanley to drive me around, but ever since the Ireland incident...

Stanley: Ford, that was almost a year ago! 'Sides, I was gonna rob 'em eventually anyway. Hittin' that stumpy drunken jerk with our car was just makin' my job easier. It's not my fault he looked like a traffic cone with all that carrot hair.

Stanford: We went to Ireland to study leprechauns, Stan. Not steal from and turn them into roadkill.

Stanley: Maybe you went for nerd studies, but I followed along for the whiskey. And the pretty green hills to stare at during hangover recovery.

Stanford: Really? Because I seem to remember that somebody had the chutzpah to not only steal the dead leprechaun’s wallet, but drop it in front of his family while I was trying to apologize to them for your first thievery attempt at their pot of gold, and because somebody dropped my pistol into the ocean while drunk the night before, we had to desecrate a historical castle by stealing old bricks from it to fight said leprechauns off with.

And then, when we ran out of those, you tripped me so that they could maul me instead because, as you so eloquently put it, “Sorry, Sixer, but you’ll be thankin’ me later!” as you hurried towards the ship with the gold and not me.

Even better, we then spent the night in jail when the authorities realized who’d disturbed a castle wall, the cell of which just so happened to have a resident banshee who screeched for hours.

Stanley: Oh, Mebh! Minus the creepy wailing, that gal sure knew how to spin an entertainin' story! Too bad she didn't get to marry that medieval Lord McCrane or whatever his name was. But I liked her gumption. Best prison buddy I've ever had, and that's includin' Rico. Was the first time I realized maybe not all your supernatural creep buddies are so bad.

Stanford: She murdered that lord’s wife in cold blood, Stan.

Stanley: Yeah, reminds me of when I drove that hippy's van - y'know, the one who swiped Carla from me - into a ravine. She agreed that I was perfectly in the right for that. Asked me if I wanted her to find him and finish the job, even. I had a hard time sayin' no, but I did the right thing and said-

Stanford: You merely shrugged. Merely.

Stanley: Hey, if that jerk gets his soul sucked out, serves 'im right.

Stanford: Also, would you like to tell our internet friends what you sacrificed me to the leprechauns for? Why I got covered in bite marks, and why my sweater was ripped away in tatters and I had to run back to the ship shirtless with a leprechaun hanging off my rear with his teeth that left a rainbow imprint there for a week afterwards?

Stanley: It was for the gold, we already covered that.

Stanford: What did you spend the gold on, Stanley?

Stanley: *shrugs* I promised Mabel I’d get her some fancy yarn made of real wool. What’s wrong with that?

Stanford: Yes, two coins of the gold went towards that. The other hundreds of pieces went towards you buying rounds for a whole tavern the next night. You got drunk again. You puked. On my... trench coat.

Stanley: Pfft, you had tons more anyway-

Stanford: Nobody defiles my trench coat!

Stanley: Yeesh, I did you a favor, Ford. You’re lucky nobody barfed on it before that just lookin’ at it.

Stanford: *sighs* Anyways, I’m never trusting Stan behind a wheel ever again. I’ve been working on a mini-portal device based on some blueprints I sto- I mean, borrowed from my good friend Rick Sanchez. Once that’s up and running, I’ll have to test it.

What do you say, Stan? Want to help your old brother out by testing a teleportation device? I’ll make sure it goes right to Ireland, to a very specific spot where a very angry family of leprechauns are still waiting, and have already gotten a taste for Pines gluteal meat.

Stanley: Oh, come on, you wouldn’t actually do that to me, would you? I apologized, like, a million times!

Stanford: Of course not, Stan. I am a man of science, and I understand that petty, precisely planned and enacted at the most inconvenient of times revenge is a silly human folly that one should strive to surpass.

Stanley: Oh. Well, good. Oddly, specific, but good.

--- ONE WEEK LATER ---

*Stan is walking down the Shack hallway towards the kitchen. Dipper, Mabel, and Ford are already there, Ford having made them breakfast.*

Stanley: Tell me you made some for me, too?

Stanford: *turns around from the stove* I’m afraid not, Stan. You’ve got a big day ahead of you. You won’t have time to eat, remember?

Dipper: Is it shoplift-for-Summerween day already?

Mabel: Wait, I know! It’s National Grunkles Day, isn’t it!?

Stanford: No to both. Stanley, care to take a guess? It involves a certain show of yours.

Stanley: *face scrunches in fear* Wait, I thought The Duchess Approves’ reboot wasn’t ‘til next week?

Stanford: No, it’s today. Which is why I made sure to finish this last night.

*Ford pulls out a small device and, with a pistol-quick draw, causes a swirling teal portal to open up in the floor. Through it, rolling green hills and a group of red-haired, gnome-like creatures can be seen a little ways off.

Ford trips Stan as Stan looks to peer inside. Stan’s yelling can be heard as he falls in and hits ground.*

Stanford: Wait, Stanley! Look back up! Take my hand and I’ll get you out.

*Stan reaches up back to the portal, but just as he almost reaches Ford’s hand, Ford pulls it away.*

Stanford: My trench coat is beautiful.

*Stan screeches as a horde of leprechauns catch sight of him and take chase. Ford stands back up with a cat-like smile as he looks down upon sweet, sweet revenge, then takes his current trench coat by the collar and pops it out smugly.*

Hey, kids?

Dipper and Mabel: *look on in stunned silence*

Stanford: Now that I know this portal gun works and we have a few hours until Stan’s favorite show is done airing, care to help me find the Mothman? I have a particular dimension full of acid-vomiting, murderous bear-scorpions I’d like to send him to.

#stanford pines #stanley pines #sea grunks #well sea grunks sort of because Ireland hijinks #gravity falls #the moral of the story today kids is don't cross ford #or sass his trench coat fashion #because you'll end up mauled by supernatural creatures #askthestans

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mydetheturk · 1 year

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i wanna post this fic i should post this fic

fuck it im gonna post it here on tumblr because i think ao3's still down

Warnings: Dick's concussed/injured through the whole thing; there's a few mentions of vomit, and a brief scuffle, and the whole thing just permeates grief.

Bruce is dead, Damian's a baby, and Dick isn't handling it well. What's next, his dead little brother comes back from the dead? (His dead little brother comes back from the dead)

1400 words of Dick not having a good night and it's surprisingly not related to Febuwhump

Dick shouldn’t be out in costume with a concussion. He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. He just – he can’t stay at the manor right this minute. It’s nothing to do with the staff – they’re lovely, they’ve always been lovely, Dick still has more in common with them than any of his wealthy-born peers.

He just can’t stay there with Bruce gone.

Dick would be staying in the penthouse if it weren’t for one thing.

Damian al Ghul-Wayne.

Damian is ten months old, soft and pudgy with baby fat, and Dick can’t leave an infant in the penthouse while he’s out being Batman. So he’s been staying at the manor, where Damian has more room to get up and go. Damian’s safer at the manor too, with its better security and larger staff. Alfred would be at Dick’s side no matter where he was staying, and Dick wanted Damian to know the manor as home.

As much as it hurts Dick to be there without Bruce.

Which brings him to being out in the Batman suit with a concussion. It’s a terrible decision and the look Alfred gave Dick after Dick managed to get Damian to sleep promised retribution when Dick makes it back to the manor. Unfortunately, Dick needs to do some recon, and with Tim unavailable, looking for the man who murdered Bruce, Dick has to do it himself.

Dick’s been hearing about a new gang boss, one going by Red Hood. He and Oracle have been trying to pin down an identity. Most of what they’ve found is that Red Hood is operating out of Crime Alley.

Dick doesn’t need a fucked up Joker-wannabe making trouble in Gotham. The real one is bad enough.

(If Dick ever gets his hands on the Joker, Gotham will be down one clown. Bruce may have had hope, but the Joker hurt Dick’s best friend and killed his little brother. Dick’s exhausted enough and at the end of his rope, so if the Joker really wants to tango, Dick will make him work for it.)

Dick takes a short breath and hisses it out before shaking his head.

Rookie mistake, really.

The world swims; Dick barely catches the wall before he drops. The unyielding brick scrapes under his glove.

He really, really shouldn’t have come out here with a concussion.

A whistle has Dick stilling.

“Damn, Bats, lookin’ rough.”

Dick doesn’t know that voice. Dick doesn’t care to know that voice.

He grits his teeth and turns, standing tall and channeling Bruce.

The person is taller than Dick, broader too, wearing a short leather jacket and a red helmet.

“Red Hood, I presume,” Dick rumbles.

“Got it in one, Bats.” Red Hood sounds amused, almost pleased that Dick found out his identity so quickly.

Dick wants to go back to the manor and check in on Damian and go to sleep.

“What do you want?” Dick asks instead.

“What do I want? What do I want?” Red Hood invades Dick’s space, muscling in. “I want the Joker fucking dead, and I want you to have done it.”

That’s… surprisingly personal. Dick wants it too, not that he can say it.

“Anything else?” Dick holds his ground while Red Hood circles him.

“The gangs and the Families out of Gotham, for a start,” Red Hood says when he gets behind Dick. “Stay out of my territory and we’ll be fine, Bats.”

Dick recognizes the tell-tale buzzing of a vocalizer. Red Hood’s hiding something. Dick waits until Red Hood is in front of him again before he lunges, ignoring the way the streetlights leave smears in his vision. Their scuffle is short – Dick can’t afford for it to be anything longer. Not that it particularly matters; Red Hood gets in a lucky elbow strike to Dick’s head and his vision whites out briefly.

When Dick can see again, Red Hood has retreated well out of grabbing distance.

“You’re injured,” Red Hood accuses.

Dick grits his teeth. He doesn’t need this right now.

“Got a problem with that?”

“Not really. Less fun to fight you like this though.”

Asshole. Dick’s orthodontist is going to be thrilled to be doing more work, with how hard Red Hood has Dick gritting his teeth in anger. Dick swings, going for a punch and gets a fist to his carotid artery for his trouble. Dick’s vision doubles. Alfred is going to kill him.

Dick drops.

Red Hood yelps and backs up, startled. Dick can hear the gravel crunch beneath Red Hood’s boots, but his head is swimming too much to care.

Hands are at the edges of the mask, flicking the release catches in the correct order. Other than Dick, there are two people alive who should know how to do that. Neither of them are with Dick right now. The mask comes off and Dick just holds his eyes closed so he doesn’t lose what little he’d managed to stomach for dinner.

“Dick?” Dick hears movement and rolls onto his back on the ground. Opening his eyes reveals that Red Hood has taken off the helmet.

Dick squints, blinking a few times to be sure. “Jay?” The freckles look right, the slight hook to his nose, scar across his eyebrow from an accident from when he was a kid. There’s a few other scars that look wrong, a white streak to his hair that’s new. It’s Jason though, as old as he should be. As old as he would be.

Dick rolls over and loses his dinner.

He breathes through it, eventually coughing up bile.

When he’s done, Red Hood is looking at Dick with unabashed curiosity. And its. It’s definitely Jason.

“You’re hurt,” Jason accuses. “Where’s the Batmobile.” The words aren’t a question and Jason hauls Dick to his feet.

The world swirls again, and Dick shuts his eyes. “Alfred will want to see you,” Dick says instead. “Stuff happened.”

“Stuff happened. Stuff happened, Jesus Christ.” Jason mutters; he drags Dick’s cowl back into place and slams his helmet back on with a snarl. “Fucking shit, Dick. Batmobile. Now.”

Dick shakily gives Jason directions to the Batmobile, lets Jason drag him to the car. He puts up a token protest but Jason nearly bodily throws Dick into the Batmobile’s passenger seat. The whole car reverberates with how hard Jason slams the passenger door shut.

While Jason recklessly drives them back to the manor, he makes a quick call. Dick catches the word bike and promptly decides he doesn’t care.

Closing his eyes is the only way Dick makes it back to the manor without hurling again. Not that there’s anything left, nor was there much to begin with.

The Batmobile jerks to a stop and when Dick shoots forward to try to get out, he gets an arm slammed into his chest for his trouble. “Stay fucking there,” Jason growls.

“Alfred’s not going to like that,” Dick slurs.

“You’re not getting out of this car without help, so stay the fuck there.” Jason grumbles as he gets out of the Batmobile. He swings around and pulls Dick out, throwing Dick’s arm over his shoulders. “Alfred!” he shouts. The name reverberates through Dick’s skull. “Alfred! We’ve got injured!”

Dick lets Jason drag him further into the Cave, where Alfred is running from the computer to the garage.

Alfred skids to a stop, looking far more unsettled than Dick’s ever seen him.

“Helmet off. Now,” Alfred demands.

“It’s hard with one hand so give me a second.” Jason sounds almost cowed; as if this is finally real and he’s actually here in the Bat Cave. He does get it off though, and Dick’s arm is barely in the way.

“Master Jason?” Alfred whispers. Jason nods, tiny and insecure.

Dick slides off his shoulders, just a little. Everything’s been getting progressively wobblier. Jason yelps his name and makes him more secure. He and Alfred hustle Dick over to the tiny medical area of the Cave, get him situated in the bed. They talk about something, but Dick is a little too out of it to care.

He might be bleeding again, might have pulled some stitches. Dick stares up at the ceiling of the Cave, up into the darkness. His little brother is home. If Damian wasn’t safe, Alfred would have said something. Dick closes his eyes. Everything else can be dealt with in the morning.

#dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #batman #red hood #dc #myde writes

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kaleschmidt · 2 years

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DSAF characters as Phones

including like i think all the human characters except the health inspector, but excluding all the phoneheads

I kept most of them non-era specific!

Jack - Nokia 3310

Look. Nokia 3310 is indestructible, and so is Jack with the way he comes back. Y'get it.

Dave - SPECIFICALLY a phone receiver

this is specifically bc of navy-leader's phone art. actually i think he made jack a nokia too??? im not sure but like making dave a fucking phone receiver and the cable his neck. my god. you don't want to know how much it brainrotted me

Henry - Antique wall telephone

partially picked bc of splatoon but also i think it really fits Henry. Also like i guess he deserves a cool-lookin phone (he doesn't but it still fits)

Dee - Princess telephone

Admittingly, I didn't have any other phones I can think of that could fit her vibes except garfield phone. cat lady moments. Other than that, the princess telephone was another retro telephone brand that i dont really see a lot. can't find a nice striped one though

Matt - Flip Phone (no specific model)

No specific reasoning to this tbh i jsut like matt and thought i'd give him flip phone. But also wouldn't you want to close his face on him? stop that man from talking? Now you can!

Jimbo - Brick Cell Phone

I'm not caught up on ANY jimbo lore tbh but i think brick cell phones fit his vibe. originally i was gonna give him the ghostbuster cell phone bc like yknow. shadow jimbo (still don't know shit about him)

Ronaldo - Vintage Pizza Inn Landline Telephone Novelty Pizza Man Phone

also not entirely caught on his lore but like he's a funny pizza dude who may or may not cook with human flesh! he derves a funny pizza dude phone!

#DSAF #Grave's Digs #ok. tagging.#Jack Kennedy #Dave Miller DSAF #Henry Miller DSAF #Dee Kennedy #Matt Virginia #Jimbo DSAF #Ronaldo DSAF #do jimbo and ronaldo even have last names. i forgot.#anyways feel free to share your own phone headcanons with me i think it's fun!#walt n co are not in here either because like. you already know #lowkey made this thread on twt originally bc i don't see enough phone heads that AREN'T rotary dial #like even touch-tone telephones are rare </3 #like im sure dt definitely has more varied ones but i'm not ready to play it yet. i think it's going to set off another hyperfixation and #i am NOT ready for that.#reminds me i need to get more dsaf 3 phone guy lore ESPECIALLY roger's. he's the only guy i hadn't gotten #ok end of ramble. enjoy

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eievuimultimuse · 6 months

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🗝️ near death experiences

SEND 🗝 TO FORCE MY MUSE TO TALK ABOUT A TOPIC THEY NEVER WANT TO SPEAK OF.

WHEN THE SUBJECT comes up, the first thing the fly mutant does is look at the hulking metal limb that he currently has resting on the table. It's very subtle — no more than the slightest movement of his head — but it is there. He seems pensive as soon as he looks at it, as though contemplating the prosthetic's very existence. He doesn't really talk about how he got it. Usually he never has to. The fact that it's there is usually indication enough that something terrible happened. Eventually, he utters a small sigh.

" ...When the Shredder decided t' barrel into our lives, I knew it wasn't gonna go well from the start. My dad wasn't interested in experimenting on the mutagen anymore — he just wanted t' live with us in peace at that point. But man, somethin' like that is just too VALUABLE if you're a guy like Shredder. He didn't leave my dad a choice. "

" He treated us— " Referring to the mutants. " —like DIRT. And see, if it were just me he treated disrespectfully, then hey, maybe I'd have toughed it out for dad's sake. But nah — he treated THEM badly. Acted like some of us were more EXPENDABLE than others. ( Not that we weren't ALL expendable in his eyes. ) And then dad— he...he was TERRIFIED. I didn't get t' see him much 'cause he was practically locked up in that lab, but whenever I did, I could tell, he was SCARED. Just confirmed t' me what I already knew: this guy was a THREAT t' us, and he had to GO. "

" I...TRIED t' get him t' piss off. I mean, I had to, right ? And I didn't just go swingin' right outta the gate or nothin' — I tried t' give 'im fair warning on how it was about t' go down if he didn't leave us the hell alone. But I mean, hey, I'm a BIG GUY, y'know ? Lookin' at him, and lookin' at me, I thought yeah, I could take this guy if I had to. What's he gonna do with his skinny ass blades, right ? I'm built like a brick shithouse over here. What's he gonna do ? "

His gaze shifts again to his metal claw. " Well...as you can see, it didn't go so well. " He shifts the limb, turning it slightly. " It was— it was BAD, man. Real bad. I was— I was MESSED UP. I didn't even know what hit me. One moment, I was swingin', then the next— down I went. "

He'd been so dazed and wounded that he'd had no clue what was going on around him. The only reason he knew this next part was because his siblings relayed it to him once he recovered. " He was pissed. He didn't much appreciate that I tried t' STAND UP for my family. He wanted to— ...he wanted t' put me down. Make an EXAMPLE of me. Dad— he, uh...he had t' throw himself over me. Begged him not to— y’know. Said that I'd learned my lesson...told 'im that I didn't know better. Promised that it'd never happen again. "

He places his hand over his upper arm, where it connects to the prosthetic. " When dad patched me up, he MADE me promise t' never do that again. " His antennae droop slightly. " Sometimes...I wonder if maybe I just made everything WORSE for 'im by doing that. " It was hard to know; he scarcely saw his father after that.

#SUPERFLY. / IC.#SUPERFLY. / VERSE 003. BIG FLIES BREAK THE WEB.#ASK.#ANON.#( I WAS going to do baxter bc he’s had uh. A couple #But then I remembered this tidbit existed for ‘07 SF so!!!!#anyway squeezin this in before i gotta do schoolwork lmfao hope yall enjoy the food <3 )#death mention //#dismemberment mention //#amputation mention //#ask to tag //#long post //

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musashi · 1 year

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there is a lot of reasons i do not really click with younger lesbians often but i feel like the most superficial is the divide in what we’re attracted to in fiction. all the lesbians i follow are either into fictional men, goth girls, or muscley/dommy sharp women. the last two especially being a bit of a sore spot for me because i am that woman and i know none of the girls objectifying those tropes would ever actually date me.

but then my ‘type’ when it comes to women is like:

girl next door lookin ass brunette who has a vegetable garden and will be mean to you in a mom sort of way

blonde fairytale princess who is perfectly capable of escorting herself to her chambers, thank you very much, Sir

gremlin with SEVERE adhd who makes fart noises in your ear during sex and would eat a chicken nugget off the pavement without a moment’s hesitation. “im like if a girl was a gross guy” probably throws bricks at cops

like this is what i am balls to the wall horny for. i think i might be the only one

#wordy wendy #wensfw

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dishtothedeath · 1 year

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let's pool our thoughts everybody | trial 2.1 | bonbon | re: emil, haruki

He can’t find much sad inside of him. It’s all evolved, mutated into its higher, more elegant form; from runny tears to a thick sluice in his gut. Stirring something like a storm in there, raging waves keen to swallow what gets in its way. One day it’ll become a small stone of great weight and sag him down. When that happens, he can finally carve it an epitaph, skip it across the water, skip it so it flies right into somebody’s chest. It’s cold now, but he can use it to stay warm, burn it like charcoal, swallow it down to try and purge the poison. Only needs a spark to ignite a thing west of hate. It’s a sense of justice in the way a bullet is like a train— speed and trajectory, but not purpose.

This killer won’t get to go either. He’s making sure of it.

“Charybdis had it bad with ‘er heart since she was a kid, told me. Bad ‘nuff that she got cooped up fer a long while. One time, on the beach? Had’ta sit ‘round to take care of them after gettin’ spooked too many times, pause, so it wouldn’t go an’ burst on ‘em. I’m not a doctor expert, but if Emil’s sayin’ it coulda tipped them into th’water, I ain’t in no position to if or but about it. The bag on th’chairs was theirs, too, likely been Charybdis teeterin’ by the poolside. I’m guessin’ you mean, by resuccisssat— recussissa— ressuss— gosh dang darn it.”

Deep breath, Bonbon, keep it together.

“You meant the ribs on them that got cracked looked like someone was doin’ mouth-to-mouth, yeah? An’ Haruki’s sayin’ Masaji could see if they was drownin’, an’ we all know that guy,” a hard-set huff here, “—was. Was the kinda guy who’d drop, anythin��, at th’bottom of a hat, t’help folks if he could. Don’t seem prespostirish fer that t’be how it got done, him tryna, coax her back with th’pool net, get to work. If yer ‘round kids, goodness know you’d wanna know how’ta do CPR.”

Boisterousness and appearances have faded away, top notes on a tea that’s been left to oversteep. Residual anxious jitters, maybe, by the way his hand tippa-tap-tippa-taps on the grand table. Maybe the insides are starting to leak out. Perforations in the seal. Contamination, best not to sell.

“If that’s th’case. If yer comin’ up on th’boat without knowin’ who’za an’ wha’za, ripped up with fear, you see a guy kneeled over somebody who ain’t lookin’ much alive an’ you think yer seein’ somebody get killed. An’ yer scared, an’ maybe you wanna help, or maybe yer jus’ worried he’s gonna come after you next fer gettin’ an eye on, so you run over, grab somethin’, swing as hard as ya can, an’ nail ‘em in the head. Big one on Masaji’s head where it hit, small one where it bounced ‘im into the brick.”

He mimes it, as if the scene setting wasn’t enough. Two hands, a clean swing. Right and true unto the temple.

“By the time you done realized what was goin’ on, it’s already too late. Now ya got two dead, an’ it’ll be three’a youse if you don’t get everythin’ straight. Skitter back off on a boat t'shore.”

#submission #ch2 #trial #bonbon

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radiantroope · 3 years

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what if burky’s wife was a siren 🧜🏽‍♀️ who sang 🎶 her songs 🎵to all of his teammates 👨🏼‍🦱🧑🏽‍🦱and killed them 🔪 to grow their army💂🏼‍♀️💂🏽‍♂️ of undead ☠️

they’d be fuckin dead what do you want me to say

#i was bullied into answering this ask #and that’s all i got #bye #asks #anon #@ bricks IM LOOKIN AT YOU

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we8comic · 3 years

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his voice doesnt suck utter ass, hes got the money for better production and to get in contact w creatives, hes got friends in the industry who make good music, hes got the clout to give him that boost in literally anything he does, he has the platform to REALLY say or DO something, with his audience alone i KNOW good artists would be willing to work with him, hes CAPABLE of carrying a beat, his voice would work w something fun, he couldve spent more time figuring out a flow that really FIT him cus he had no deadline, he straight up just couldve NOT made this. I COULD GO ON. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS. IM GONNA FUCKIN

#post #I HATE CISHET WHITE MEN. END SLICE OF BREAD IN EVERY ASPECT LOOKIN ASS #theres NOTHING of substance in the song. NOTHING #im gonna throw a brick bestie #😑😐 okay. brain still goin a mile a minute cus the adhd likes this and thats fucked up #let me just look at a pic of george for therapy real quick /j #privileged but unoriginal people make me SICK #you cant even be rich right

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years

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Hi it's me again, I had to continue it cuz your big brain 🤌🏾😩🤌🏾

Okay but like man's bricked up under the table and suddenly catches the waiter checking you out as he brings yall your lunch. His jealousy makes him drag you to the restroom before you can even eat. Fucks you in the stalls, making a mess in your panties, pulls them off your body and folds them up neatly. Y'all return to your table and normally eat your lunch as if nothing happened while you try not to let his cum dribble down your leg and your panties sit in his front pocket. Then as you're leaving, the waiter that checked you out opens the door for you as you leave, and on pure whim, Nanami pulls your panties out of his pocket and into the waiters front pocket, tapping the outside of it. "Nice try buddy, she's taken." And you walk off with him without a clue in the world 🥰

Can I call myself #whoreanon ? 🥰

*inhales* *screams*

OH MY GODDDDDD I FUCKING CAN'T 😫 going to lunch with Nanami on the weekend and he loves how i look but he doesn't want other ppl to see me lookin all cute and breedable aldjlajdla. He immediately notices when ppl stare at me and he's getting angrier and angrier at their hungry stares as the day goes on. He says at one point "it seems that everyone is appreciating your outfit as much as i am" and me being the sweet little bimbo i am i say "what're you talking about? You're the only one looking at me" and god damn it this man loves me but he hates how clueless i am sometimes sksksk. The straw that breaks the camel's back is when our waiter blatantly checks me out right in front of him and Nanami is DONE. Coaxes me to follow him to the bathroom and sneaks me into a stall where he pulls up my skirt and gets down to his knees. Hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and eats me out till i cum all over his face. Turns me around and fucks me from behind, whispering in my ear about how im all his and I'll never leave him right? I love him and he makes me happy right? He ends up having to cover my mouth bc i get too loud 👉👈 creampies me after i cream on his cock. Takes my panties before i can protest and convinces me to go back commando. He's all straight faced and acting like nothing's wrong but im all squirmy bc im worried about his cum leaking out and getting all over my skirt 😖 we eat and he pays and as we leave he encourages me to go ahead when the waiter opens the door for me. He pulls my panties out of his pocket, stuffs them into the waiter's front pocket and taps it, giving him a snobby smirk and saying "here's a tip: don't stare at women, especially ones in committed relationships" and then he walks away. He glances back to see the waiter take out my panties and get all flustered sksksk. Once we get home he pulls up my skirt again and pulls my chubby pussy lips apart to see his cum all over me 🥺 ends up fucking me several more rounds bc he wants to make sure I'm fucked out and satisfied and would never consider leaving him bc he makes me too happy 💕

#ask #nanami kento #smut #losing my MIND #whoreanon #i love this thank u so much #i am adding this link to a doc in my drafts with my favorite posts sksksk #☀️ favs #☀️ asks

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yuthoe · 3 years

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Day 18: Forbidden (MONSTA X: I.M)

S M U T tadaaaaa! (whether it's good is up to yall, but this is the most we're gonna get with my sleep addled brain lmao. today's prompt for May Trope Mayhem is:

Day 18: Historical Setting

and tbh i don't think i stressed that part of it well enough that it stands out HAHA i hope all my subtle allusions work lmao

(also this fic is driven by monsta x dropping concept images #1 and everyone swerving to im's vampire lookin ass, they all look way too good yall)

also, it's currently 11:25PM here and im tired from work, so sorry for any typos or grammatical errors. good night!

PAIRING: I.M x reader. GENRE: smut, fic. WARNINGS: oral sex (male receiving), female reader, degradation (this is a first guys HAHAHA). WORD COUNT: 899.

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Changkyun sighs and shudders, losing himself in the feeling of your mouth on him. The darkness of the store room hides your features from him, but the way your tongue laves at him from root to tip, the way you suck on the head of his throbbing member, the way your hand pumps him with practiced movement… It is unmistakably you.

You with your expensive silks fit for a duke’s only daughter, your expertly styled hair that stays sculpted throughout a night of dancing, your delicate and smooth hands that only grip his when his face is between your thighs.

He lays his head back against the wall, mindful of the rough exposed brick that could no doubt crack his skull open, and that is not how he wants to leave this world.

A groan leaves his mouth. “Your mouth will be the death of me,” he grinds out, lowering a hand to you, almost landing on your hair before he remembers that you are still at the mansion of a baron of someone else, and he cannot have you looking like you walked through a hurricane.

You pull off, and even in the almost black of the room he can sense your cheeky smile. “My father will be the death of you if he finds us in here because you can’t be quiet, my lord.” And before he can reply with a quip of his own, you descend on him once more, prompting him to grip your hand that is keeping your balance on his thigh.

Changkyun tells himself that he indulges in these acts with you because of the unbearable tension between your families—a classic Romeo and Juliet kind of situation, where the more something is withheld, the more he wants to grasp it in his hands and never let it go. The allegory is quite extreme, but this lord is too much of a romantic to see any other side of his fixation for you.

He knows you cannot say the same, though. He knows that he does not know you.

Sparks rain down his spine at a particularly hard suck from you and Changkyun has to bite the sleeve of his velvet coat to keep from emitting another loud groan. The vibrations from your giggling wrack through him and make his legs shake.

“God damn it, woman, you really mean for the whole mansion to find us?” The earl rakes a hand through his hair and pitches his hips forward. “You really want everyone to see you?—my little whore, being so obedient for me and taking me so well in her pretty mouth.” He trails a finger down your cheek and cups under your jaw; you stiffen and shudder. “A shame I can’t fuck you like I want—your hair is done up very pretty tonight and I don’t want to mess it up and let everyone see how… depraved you are.” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear and you release a muffled mewl.

Changkyun smiles. “Or maybe you would like that, eh?”

He takes a shuddering breath, relaxes against the wall. “Go on then. Make me come.”

You do not need to be told twice, doubling your earlier efforts to milk him of his release. You take him deeper into your throat and suck hard, swiping your tongue over the skin you can reach. You set a rhythm as you bob your head, up and down, and with every tiny sound and whisper of praise from Changkyun you feel yourself leaking from underneath your skirts. It’s stuffy suddenly, the open neckline doing nothing to cool you down.

It is when you rake your manicured nails down Changkyun’s exposed thigh that he groans a final time and releases into your mouth. Where he usually presses you close by the back of your head, one of his hands is now clamped at your shoulder, the other at the side of your neck.

You swallow everything, and give him one final long lick as you pull away and adjust yourself to sit more comfortably on the dusty floor. You watch Changkyun catch his breath while righting his clothes with shaky hands. Once his breeches are properly fastened, he pats his pocket for a kerchief and hands it to you, and you take it gratefully.

He crouches in front of you, presses a soft kiss to your awaiting lips and says, “Stay here. I know your knees hurt from kneeling, so just wait for the pain to pass.” He levels you with the lopsided smirk you will never admit sends butterflies to your stomach. “If anyone asks, I shall say I glimpsed you by the hedge maze. It should tide them over for a while.”

You can only nod, grateful. Your throat is dry and you fear that no sound will come out if you attempt to speak.

The sharp-jawed earl stands, turns to you with his hand on the doorknob. “Wait here for that drink.” In a moment, the light swallows him and you are left alone in the dark.

Left once again to evaluate your stance on this rather sexual relationship, and whether it is in your best interest to pursue something more with him. Your father would have your hide for associating with his most hated rival, but surely he would not deny his daughter happiness, regardless of the person you choose…

Right?

#kdiarynet #monsta x smut #monsta x im #im #im changkyun #im changkyun smut #i'll put in the rest of the tags tomorrow im sleepy af #fic: mine #fic: spicy #fic: im #theme: may trope mayhem 2021

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pizzacrustdisposal · 2 years

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naming and judging bedrooms i found on google

you can tell i dont pay attention when my grandma watches HGTV lol

Contrast Is Key - looks okay, but it’s too bright for me. i wouldn’t like the person who owns this home. cool windows, fluffy lookin pillows

Grey Black - the segmented windows are kinda iffy, and the bed reminds me of a thin mint. the textured wall is a little offputting, but the whole thing is interesting. i dig the mono palette. let me get a big fluffy canopy bed tho

Earthy Tones - the blue/olive/brown is immaculate. looks big and comfy. the loveseat at the foot of the bed is making me go feral. i wouldnt have that tiny little table though. loving the french doors.

Gold Rush - well. its very gold. i love it. the accent patterns are a no for me though.....grandma’s curtains type vibe.....love the windows tho. again mattress looks uncomfy and there’s too many impractical pillows. shapes and textures no thanks..... all in all an ok vibe if you discard the pillows and dont nitpick

Ivory Afterlife - that scene where Harry Potter died and saw Dumbledore in the afterlife or whatever?? this. i think it’s a hotel room actually. patterned floor is not my style. good loveseat, nice armless chairs to ragdoll in. better pillows than gold rush bc no texture on cases. again too bright but good vibe.

Light Grey Living Space - Woah. bed isnt too crowded, LOVE the architecture. big window<3 fireplace<33loveseats<33 not too bright and love the flooring. dont care for the rug but it does fit well.

Mono Red - woah ho ho! i am a sucker for red and white and i love this. what the fuck is up with that corner plant i want to be one of those! low light fixture might be a silly little problem. mattress looks like a kitchen sponge...... the aesthetic really is great tho

Modern Cream - oh another soft boy! digging the lamp and curtain. looks spacious. cool floor.

Modern Neutral - looks like a millionaire’s bedroom, with less technology. like the weird couch arms around the bed. offput by all the stuff going on but i see a living space in the background? idk

Monochrome Mentality - oh? oh i like this. Big soft bed. lots of room in the room. the vanity is pretty cool but personally not my style. not much to critique. very good.

Panned Gold - more than 10 pictures? blasphemy! anyway nice mono color palette. looks like a wardrobe with mirror doors which is cool unless you’re a soprano opera singer. the brown is a bit yellow for me but it works with the gold pattern. i dont know that man.remove him. tiny little shelves for tiny little objects, very nice. spindly chandelier reminds me of an anglerfish lure. what is with modern bedrooms and thin mattresses (but this one actually looks ok).

This.... - oh wow that is a lot. that is a big cactus. where is this. ive never liked stone walls, not even brick. reminds me of my cousin’s bedroom. the cousin i hate. Anyway the bed is glorious and theres a sink? just there? holy fuk.id love to see the bathroom. nice view of absolutely whatever that is. lovely.

Wispy Bits - woah. i want that chandelier if anything. why is there a book on the floor is that built in. i don’t know what the aesthetic is but it’s really cool. dont like the arms on that chair. im getting rich wattpad bachelor looking for a spouse so his parents stop bitching at him and im ok with that but maybe thats just the jack daniels lmao

Romantic Red - oh wow😳 that is all 9.5/10 title says it all

Room To Think - yep. Lot of floor. doors to a patio i see? cool. bathroom is kind of minimalistic which i appreciate. nice greenery there. curtains for privacy very good. nice looking bed and i like a fireplace. i am getting lazy with my commentary i am sleepy.

Regal Dark - i am FOAMING at the MOUTH. the Drama. I am in awe. 10/10

last one thank fuck. got that metal bed frame. there are so many straight lines i am so uncomfortable. what is the point if you can’t sit on the edge of your bed and spiral into self-loathing... nicely lit, good structure, but i cannot get over the bed frame.

and thats it! i may revise some of my reviews in the morning, but I also am don’t care that much. im just looking for background images for a project its fine. ily im going to bed<33

#long post #hard to read #bedrooms #interior decorating #interior decor #modern decor #bedroom #bedroom decor #pizzacrustdisposal

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The Plan: Step Four (final)

Raph x Reader

Synopsis: Reader has a plan to win her favorite terrapin over. Step Four: This wasn’t part of his plan.

Warnings: some violence, somewhat dark raph (although I think I’d really enjoy some dark!Raph. Know anyone who writes that?)

Word Count: 2281

You weren’t paying attention as you walked home from a leisurely day in the lair- even if it did start kind of rough. Your thoughts ranged from Layla’s insincere words to a game you couldn’t seem to beat Mikey in. You thought maybe he had figured a way to cheat and had yet to share his insights. Then you thought about churrs, causing an unconscious smile to grace your lips. Raph hadn’t churred all day, though- which turned your smile into a frown.

“Hey there, girlie,” a rough voice said next to you, stopping you cold as you held your breath. “I liked that smile.”

“Yeah, me too, Vinny,” another stated behind you, his footsteps heavy on the pavement, his voice sinister. “I bet we can make her smile again. Whaddya think?”

“Real pretty like?” The first voice you assumed to be Vinny, snickered. “Ya really think so, Jim?”

Blood rushed in your ears as your breathing turned rapid and eyes raked over your surroundings in a panic. It had gotten dark on your trek home and you may have passed it a block or two back- you weren’t certain because you didn’t travel the opposite way of the lair very often. Not only had you passed your home, but you seemed to have turned into an unfamiliar alley. One that reeked of liquor and urine. So definitely not the best alley you could have wandered into.

“Yeah,” Jim chuckled, sounding closer, close enough for you to feel his body heat behind you. The eerie sound gave you chills. “I bet her scream sounds like a siren’s call, too.”

On some unknown reflex, you elbowed Jim in the stomach, sidestepped away from Vinny, and spun to face the so-called men in a fighting stance- the cold, rough brick behind you a comforting presence. The move surprised you and your wide eyes proved that.

“Oh-ho!” Vinny laughed as he nudged his doubled-over, hacking friend with a menacing grin. “She’s a feisty one.”

Jim spit at your feet. “Good. I like to tame them-”

“Do ya hear that?”

You strained your ears and steadied your breathing, hoping the rush of blood would go silent.

“Wha-”

“Shh!” Vinny put a finger up to his lips, eyes wide and frantic with fear. “I swear I hear-”

The pavement beneath your feet vibrated and that’s when you noticed the deep, rumbling, growly noise coming from the shadows behind the men. Whatever it was, wasn’t human and had your heart rate beating wildly in your chest.

“Ya promised, Swee’heart,” the baritone growl forced your eyes to focus up and into the shadows, latching onto familiar, furious green eyes. You ignored the new nickname, thinking it was the anger talking. His voice was deeper than you had ever heard. His gaze promised retribution. For the first time since you had met him, you were scared. Scared of what he was capable of. Scared the men before you may not see tomorrow. Scared of his fury and what it meant for you.

“Hey!” One of the men shouted, already facing away from you. “We found her first.”

“Yeah! Go find your own b-”

A hand reached into the dim light. Three-fingered and deep green wrapped onto the talking man’s neck, squeezing just enough to shut him up. The man automatically grabbed the wrist the hand was attached to- a sad attempt to free himself. His friend stood statue still and silent as he stared at the mutated hand.

“Ya promised ya wouldn’ go lookin’ fer trouble,” Raph said, slow and meticulous, eyes never straying from your own as the ground continued to vibrate beneath your feet. “An’ I tried stayin’ away, Swee’heart. I really did. But these lowlives kep’ talkin’ an’ I didn’ like wha’ they were sayin’.”

The statue moved, but Raph grabbed the back of his shirt in a flash. The man squeaked.

“Nuh-uh. Where do ya think yer goin’?” Raph held him in place. Now that he was facing you, you saw it was Vinny who tried to run. “She’s been workin’ real hard learnin’ how ta fight,” his eyes gleamed. “It would be a shame if she didn’ get ta practice.”

You cocked your head, slightly confused, arms long ago fell to your sides. Was Raph saying to hit the man?

“Ya elbowed this guy pretty good earlier,” Raph shook the man he held by the neck and you were certain he was going to pass out at any moment. Raph smirked. “Thought ya might like a chance ta hit this guy too.”

“R-really?” Your voice shook. You weren’t much of a violent person, but you had been curious if Raph’s praise during practice was truthful. Plus, it felt great defending yourself a bit ago.

“Yeah. Wide stance, remembah?”

You nodded, a gleam in your eyes as you got into a fighting stance.

Raph somehow grunted in approval over what you had, by now, figured out to be another one of his churrs. “Do me a favor, though. Only hit ‘im once. I don’ wantchya ta hurt yaself.”

You gave him a half nod, pulling your arm back and aimed for Vinny’s eye. Bone crunched under bone. Your arm vibrated from the contact and you pulled back, shaking the sharp pain out of your hand and wrist, causing more pain than you thought it would. When you looked up you saw you missed Vinny’s eye and instead, jabbed his nose. Vinny was groaning in pain, hands filling with blood as Raph chuckled, still holding the men in their place.

“Good hit, Swee’heart,” Raph tossed Jim into the side of the building and he slumped onto the ground in silence. Then Raph jabbed Vinny in the temple, knocking him out and dropped him on the ground before crossing the alley.

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Raph stood in front of you, unable to stop the protective churr that still hadn’t quietened down even though the threat was literally passed out on the pavement. He had a feeling it wouldn’t stop unless he took you to the lair- where he knew you would be safe- and had Donnie check your wrist.

“C’mon,” Raph lifted you up into his arms and made his way to the roof. He stayed silent, aside from the churring, and was comforted by the fact that you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder as he hopped roof to roof until they arrived at the manhole closest to the lair. Reluctantly, he set you down, knowing he couldn’t hold you and enter the sewers at the same time. Immediately after he closed the manhole up he lifted you back into his arms and held you close. Thankfully, you didn’t protest. He never wanted to let you go. Pride filled his chest as he remembered the move you pulled the same moment one of the thugs reached for you. Not that you saw what that lowlife was doing, but the dread that filled Raph as he watched was a memory he would never forget. It made his blood boil, you being in danger. He was happy now that you had convinced him to teach you how to fight.

Now in the lair, he strode straight for Donnie’s lab, his obnoxious churring catching everyone’s attention as he walked by. They didn’t dare follow him. Not even Leo.

“Donnie,” Raph’s voice was demanding as he walked into the lab. “I need ya ta check Y/n’s hand an’ wrist.”

“I’m not touching her,” Donnie stated, backing into the wall, hands up in surrender as Raph sat you on the table.

“What. Why not?” He growled along with his churring, never taking his eyes off of you, a hand rested on your knee.

“Your churr, bro. I’d rather keep my shell in one piece, thanks.”

“I won’t hurtchya, I promise,” Raph gritted out, squeezing your knee without realizing it, still not moving his gaze from you.

“Raph,” you rested a hand on his, causing his grip to loosen, and the other on his chest. “I’m okay, see?” You moved your wrist and fingers to prove nothing was broken. You barely even winced, but he saw it and it kicked his churr up a notch in volume.

“Donn-”

“Please, Raphie?” Your plea had his heart skipping a beat, your eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I promise I’m okay. Please don’t be mad anymore-”

“Mad?” Both brothers spoke in shock.

“I’m not mad, Swee’heart. I’m-I-” Raph ripped his gaze away from you and looked to his brother for help. He didn’t know how to express that he just wanted you by his side. That he wanted you safe and away from danger. That he couldn’t live without you. That he’ll always be there to protect you. That you didn’t need to fight because he vows he will always be with you in whatever capacity you deem him worthy of. That you were never leaving his sight again if he had any say in the matter.

“He’s not mad, Y/n. Although, I could see why you would think that considering how domineering his protective churr is.”

“Protective?” Your face scrunched in confusion.

“Yes,” Donnie nodded and Raph looked back to you, never wanting to look at anything other than your beauty for eternity. “He wants to keep you safe and, in his eyes, the only thing he deems good enough to protect you is himself. Honestly, I’ve never seen him like this so I’m worried that if I touch you, he’d try to kill me.”

“Kill you-” Your furrowed brows raised in surprise. “Raph you didn’t?”

“No,” he held your gaze with confidence. He may not have killed those men in the alley, but he wanted to. His entire being begged him to squeeze the life out of one and crush the other, but he didn’t. He was worried you may never want to have anything to do with him again if he did and that thought kept him refrained.

“That’s good,” you breathed out. “So now what?”

“Donnie’s gonna check ya out,” Raph unconsciously rubbed his hand up and down your thigh in a soothing gesture. More for himself than for you. Touching you proved you were alive. That you were there- with him.

“Not with you in here, he isn’t.”

“Well I’m not gonna leave ya,” he rasped barely above his churr, leaving the sentence hanging. You now knew what this particular churr meant, he didn’t need to say it.

“Yes-”

“No way in-”

“Raph,” you cupped his face in your hands. His eyes closed at your gentle touch. “If you want Donnie to check my hand, you’re going to have to leave the room.” His eyes flashed open at the suggestion.

“No-”

“Five minutes.”

“Fiv-”

“No-”

“Minut-”

“No-”

“I promise.”

Your words made him pause for a beat. His churring the only sound to be heard. Donnie still hadn’t moved.

Two.

“Ya said that before, Swee’heart.”

“Donnie isn’t going to hurt me, Raphie,” the nickname made his heart soar even as your hands fell to your lap. “You know this. And you know I didn’t go looking for danger.”

“Tha’s not what it looked like ta me,” Raph saw the confusion cross over your face. “Ya walked past yer place and cut through three alleys headin’ who-knows-where before ya entered that last alley an’ those guys saw yer pretty little smile.”

Your eyes widened in shock as your cheeks turned into his favorite shade of pink before you finally stuttered out your question. “Y-you think I h-have a pr-pretty smile?”

He tucked some hair behind your ear. “Yeah, Dum-dum-”

“And you wanna keep me safe?” Your voice was determined this time, a certain gleam in your eye that had always frightened him. You looked as if you had connected more dots than he had ever planned to let you connect.

“Y-yeah-”

“Then why am I not your Layla!?”

“My Layla? Oh-”

“Yeah! I’ve learned how to fight. I had to freeze my butt off just so you would be forced to lend me a shirt! I-”

“Ya did what?” His sharp tone shut you up and had you looking to Donnie for help. So Raph blocked your view of his brother, smirking down at you. “Y/n, ya can borrow my shirt any time. No need for a ruse.”

“Fine,” you huffed. “But that still doesn’t explain why we- w-why we aren’t y-you know?”

“Togetha?” Raph finished for you, a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah,” you whispered, looking down at your lap, thumbs fiddling.

“‘Cause I nevah thought ya would wan’ somethin like me,” Raph answered, voice hoarse, his churring much quieter than before.

“Like you? Raph, I’ve liked you for months!” You exasperated, clearly frustrated he didn’t get the memo.

“Ya deserve more than me-”

“No! Don’t you dare do that, Raph,” you gave him a pointed look.

“But ya do-”

“Oh yeah? Then who do you think could protect me better than you?”

Raph stayed quiet, unwilling to answer that. He was certain nobody could protect you better than him, but that wouldn’t help him convince you otherwise.

“Exactly,” you whispered out before tugging him down by the edge of his plastron. Surprising him with your soft lips against his own.

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Donnie never did check your hand that night and Raph’s churring didn’t stop for the next few days; going back and forth between his deep, growly protective churr and his rumbly happy churr- depending on who was close by. Layla claimed she became stifled because she was always stuck in the lair and was never able to go on any ‘proper’ dates, which eventually led to her breaking up with Leo.

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A/N: Oh gosh...I had to write the little “L” word lol and I added in a tiny kiss too! I usually try not to do that lol Idk why cuz I like to read them lol but whatever. I hoped you like this! :D

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