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#I make too many wrong turns and I see the teens again just watching and waiting
tarjapearce · 8 months
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I loved the crew interacting with the O’Hara family I was laughing the entire time!
Is it possible to do a reaction to Miguel first introducing his family to the crew? Like Mama!reader showing up to his office out of nowhere, no matter how many times Miguel said no and the crew stares in disbelief like - “YOU HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS?”
Imma switch it up a bit to fit into the Soccer Family AU 🤭. Glad you had fun with it!
"Why don't you just ask him?" Gwen deadpanned
"No. Can't just ask Mr. O'Hara, 'hey are you married? He's mean!" Mile's hand gestured
"I swear I saw him holding a baby. And it wasn't Mr. Parker's Mayday!" Pavitr chimed in, curiosity shining in his eyes
"Maybe his brother had a baby?"
"You'd owe me five if he's married." Hobie spoke as he laced up his boots. The three pair of eyes looked at him.
"Whu-?"
"Make it ten cause I know the man is a workaholic at heart"
Hobie shrugged.
"Dun' say I didn't warn ya."
"Dude, we have just done some chores for him, for the neighborhood really, he rarely asks for our services! He just asked us to clean his front yard!"
"Cause he likes minding his business." Gwen rolled his eyes.
"Okay, I know. maybe we can just ask him directly?" Mile's spoke as he looked Miguel’s car passing by.
Now all the eyes were on him.
"Or we... can spy him?"
Pavitr's smile turned into a smirk.
"Like, you distract him and the rest can go around to find any clues on his home"
"Why me?!"
"Cause it's your idea" Gwen chuckled
"I'm pretty sure that's property invasion"
"I'm in." Hobie mumbled
The plan was set.
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Miles gulped for the thousandth time as he approached, the door of Mr. O'Hara's home growing ominously big and closer.
"Nuh uh. I'm out."
His phone buzzed, Gwen's name displaying on screen.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm out!"
"Miles, I swear... Just distract him enough for us to get a glimpse on the back side of his house!"
"If I die? Keep my collection of figurines intact." He could hear Gwen groaning from the other line.
"Don't be dramatic. Just ask him if he needs anything done this week!"
"Fine. Fine. Alright."
He shook his body and gave his cheeks a brief pat, walked over the door and dinged the doorbell. His breath hitched as the door slid open, but instead of Miguel, a woman opened the door. Short, pretty, kind eyes and hair donned in a messy bun. That was definitely one of Miguel's t-shirts.
"Yes?"
"Uh... Hi. I'm Miles Morales, from Friendly Neighborhood Spiders?"
"Oh?" You looked confused
"Just a little business me and my friends set up. Uh... we eh, we just ring doorbells and ask if we can do chores for the neighbors around the block?"
"That's pretty cool! Didn't know about it. Gotta ask Miguel if we need any services right now."
"Wait, you... You know Mr. O'Hara?"
"Mr. O'Hara?" You giggled, shaking your head, "Miguel! Mi amor! Can you come at the door please?"
Mi amor?
Miles' eyes went wide at the endearing term. His breath caught in his throat again as he saw Miguel’s hulking figure carrying a baby that wasn't Mayday. Just like Pavitr had said.
Gwen, Hobie and Pav approached behind Miles, they had been watching from the other side of the street and we're too tempted to not see the scene unfold for themselves.
"¿Qué pasó?" (What's wrong?)
His voice low as the baby was falling asleep in his arms.
"I didn't know we had some entrepreneurs in the neighborhood. They wanna know if we need anything this week."
"No" Miguel shook his head softly, the toddler in his arm stirred. A thick eyebrow of him raised at the expression of the four teens. A 'The legend is real' expression, all eyes settled on the golden ring around his finger, matching yours.
Hobie however just smirked. 30 bucks on his pockets would do nice things for him.
"Will go prepare dinner then. Nice to meet you guys!" You chirped and waved your goodbyes, leaving Miguel alone with them.
"So..."
His sharp features went blank
"You're married. And have kids."
"Oh! We can babysit that pretty baby too" Pavitr sing sung
"The lawn is enough for now." Miguel’s voice still remained low, but firm.
"Right. Uh, thanks. We'll be back."
A hurried 'have a good evening Mr. O'Hara' was thrown his way as they fled from his door.
Once they were far enough, Miles couldn't help but hold his head and gasp.
"He is married!"
"Yeah, noted." Gwen nodded
"Did you see that toddler?! Oh so chubby and precious!"
" Yeah, cool family and all. Y' owe me 30"
"You seriously know how to sour the moment" Pavitr slid two five bills on his hand.
"Well, mystery solved." Gwen slid another two bills on Hobie's hands
"That explains the baby chair in his car."
"You peeked into his car?!" Mile's freaked out
"Wut? Ya said you wanted to go in his home."
Gwen rolled her eyes.
"Kids."
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eywascall · 1 year
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BEST PILLOWS EVER
pairing: ao’nung x (metkayina) female!reader
warning: all characters are aged up, mention of pregnancy, slightly suggestive tone, and not proofread
word count: 574
DNI/BYF
— 🏷️ taglist: @eywas-heir, @kachowness
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Ao’nung hasn’t moved an inch since you’ve entered the family pod to start making lunch. Your daughter was being watched by Ronal so you can take things easy with your baby bump growing. So he just sat on the ground as his gaze never left your figure to make you wonder what he was up to. The silence continued as you put the leaf wrapped food in front of him. He said nothing, just eyes curiously going up and down your figure.
“Is something wrong, Ao’nung?” To that, it seems like the dazed state that he was in was officially over. “Hmm oh, nothings wrong.” He said it calmly as his eyes once again wandered around, looking at everything except where your eyes were. A strange cute smirk appeared on his face to really make you question if he was alright. “My Love? Can you do something for me?” His tone is very innocent as your ears are open to what he has to say.
“Can you sit in front of me?” Totally not something usual he’d asked if you but you did it anyways as there was no harm to it. Just as you sat down, his face dove right in the valley of your chest as he snuggled against you. “You know I love every part of you but this is my favorite area.” He can’t help bringing you to his lap as he rests his chin on your chest. Now that you're closer with you looking down at your mate, you can see just how love sick he was.
He’s always found you beautiful but with your baby bump, his mind can’t help go numb. He literally thanks Eywa every day for landing a chance to have you as his mate. Now that he has you, he won’t miss a single opportunity to show you how much he adores you like in the many dreams he had in his teen years. “Mind if I take a nap like this?” He teased as he chuckled joyously at your reaction.
You couldn’t help letting out a huff, “You skxawng.” No matter what you call him, as long as it is coming from you he’d accept it, “Love you too, My Y/N.” This was the perfect opportunity to give your lovely mate a kiss. Your eyes close as he moves closer to receive a lovely kiss but moments like these come in short. “Mother!” Your daughter called out for you loudly as she witnessed a strange sight.
Ao’nung’s face was being pressed up against your chest where his face is hidden as you turn to look at her. Her head tilts, clearly showing her confusion at what was happening. “Hello My Little One, I see your back. Mother and Father are just ugh hugging because we love each other so much.” To really sell on this excuse, Ao’nung even let out a loud, “Mmmhmm” that was muffled against your skin. It sent chills down your spine, feeling his breath and vibration of his agreement. “I want a hug too!” Her arms reached up towards the two of you as you had a nice family hug.
“You know, I think Mother should hug me more.” Ao’nung grins as he got you flustered like he wanted you to be. You would have scolded him if it weren’t for your daughter being squished in between the two of you. “Yeah! And I want more hugs too!!”
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imaginesforeons · 4 months
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Could you write itadori with reader, who is very insecure about their body
Omg yes!! My first ask, I'm so hyped.
Yuji and a Reader who is insecure about their body
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~You have doubts. Yuji doesn't~
CW: Reader is insecure about their body.
Word Count: 664
Yuji is aged up in this, somewhere in his 20s.
Reqs are OPEN! Send me an ask with your ideas. You can see what fandoms I write pinned on my page.
Buy me a coffee?
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Bodies were strange. They came in so many different shapes and sizes, endless shades of skin and hair and eyes, creating something so unique that no person looked quite the same. Sometimes… sometimes these traits combined perfectly, creating perfect people.
“Babe?”
From your place in front of the mirror, you jumped, squeaking. Whirling around, you saw Yuji, standing outlined in the doorway.
“Hey, Yuji,” you said, mustering up a smile. You took a step back from the mirror, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Speaking of perfect people, you thought, eyeing Yuji up and down, your boyfriend was one of the best. Born with a genetic jackpot, Yuji was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. While he was thinner and gangly in his teen years, at least from the pictures he had shown you, his twenties had done him well, filling him out until he was perfectly proportoined. His cheekbones were sharp, face model-worthy, and when he smiled he caught the attention of everyone in the room. There was no other way to describe it; Yuji was stunning, and you… well, you weren’t.
Yuji drew closer, taking in the drawn curtains, the dimmed lights. The mirror. “What’s up?” he asked, eyes tracking over your body.
You grimaced. While you adored Yuji, there was always another emotion hidden deep underneath your love. Something was waiting for the other shoe to drop, because for as long as you had been with him you couldn’t figure out why he���d give the time of day to someone like you. Compared to Yuji, you were subpar.
“I was just-” you tried to come up with an explanation, something that would dull the curious look in his eyes, but your mind fell flat. “I was looking,” you finished lamely.
Yuji only hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in to kiss your temple. You slowly turned around til your back was pressed against him and you were facing the mirror again. Yuji hooked his chin over your shoulder, watching both your figures in the mirror.
You were watching too.
With the both of you reflected in the mirror, your previous thoughts were only brought to light. Yuji was beautiful, and next to him you were like the ugly duckling. You folded your arms across your chest, if only to hide a little more of yourself. Maybe Yuji wouldn’t notice.
Right when you were ready to squirm out from his hold, Yuji spoke up.
“Ya know,” he mused. “I think we make a pretty cute couple.”
It took your brain a moment to catch up, but when it did, you blinked. “Really?” you asked, craning your head up to try to catch his eye.
Yuji nodded. “Of course! I mean, you’re definitely better than me when it comes to the looks department, but I think I’m pretty close.”
“Oh.” To your horror, you felt your throat tighten, and tears started to well in your eyes. Before they could fall, you turned and buried your face in Yuji’s chest, but it was too late. Yuji had seen your eyes well up in the mirror.
“Babe?” Yuji sounded panicked. “What’s wrong?”
Sniffling, you nuzzled deeper into his chest. “You really think I’m pretty?”
“Oh, baby,” Yuji said. “Of course I do. I think you’re perfect.”
Your throat caught on a sob, and Yuji shushed you gently. He started to run his hands down your back, over your hips, up your arms. He whispered sweet nothings in your ears, while in-between he pressed kisses on top of your head and brow. He cradled you in his arms, guiding you towards the bed where the two of you layed down together, your head on his chest. He ran a hand carefully up and down your spine, still talking all the while.
You held on to him tightly, fisting your hands into his shirt. “Thank you, Yuji,” you whispered. It was too quiet for anyone but the two of you to hear.
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allthelovehes · 7 months
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A game of UNO*
Summary: Harry and Y/N play a game of strip UNO. The rules are made up by Harry himself.
Pairing: bestfriend!harry x reader
Word count: 4K
Warnings: No actual smut, as in P in V. Just a LOT of tension and ofc sexual topics such as stripping, making out, boners etc.
A/N:  It's been soooo long since I last properly wrote something. So I'm so excited to have a brand new one-shot for y'all. Please let me know what you think!! Enjoy! <3
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Like they say; as we mature, the relationship matures with us. And so does the friendship between Y/N and Harry. The countless weekends going out to pubs are now spent mostly in the comfort of their own homes playing board games and watching movies. Of course, they like to drink, and God they still drink quite a lot. But they don’t care for loud music and sweaty people all around them.
Nearly every weekend they come together and spend time like they always do. Downing a few bottles of white, munching on a delicious charcuterie platter, and just enjoying each other’s company. Today was like no other. Harry perched down in the corner of the comfy sofa and Y/N is getting the glasses ready for the delicious liquid.  
“Can we watch The Notebook tonight?” Y/N said as she walked into her living room with two wine glasses and the bottle of white she had been craving all day. Harry simply chuckles and gives her a judgemental look. “What?” She asks him.
“Haven’' we seen tha' movie like a billion times already?” He laughs. Secretly Harry is a sucker for a good romance movie and Y/N is all too familiar with his preferences. When they were both still in their teen years and just met in school, Y/N had never seen The Notebook before and Harry insisted she needed to see it.
“I mean yes, but you know I love this movie.” Y/N states, remote control in her hand to turn on the movie with a smirk on her face. She lets out a sneaky giggle, getting all comfy against his body stretched out on the sofa. Harry’s strong arm wraps around her body so naturally. His musky scent immediately relaxing her. 
Halfway through the movie, Harry gets bored. Each of them are two glasses of wine in and Harry is just ready for some action. He lifts his body off of the couch making Y/N whine at the loss of contact. He makes his way to your board game stash. His feet drag across the floor and his hips sway from left to right, dancing his way to the cabinet. She laughs at him, the dork.
“What are you doing?” She questions, he is so cute dancing around your living room with his glass in his hand. 
“I am done watching tha' movie, again. Wanna play a game.” He says with a mischievous smirk across his face. The little twinkle in his eyes tells her he really is up to no good. He opens the top drawer of the board game cabinet and pushes around some of the stuff in there. 
“Ah! There i’ is.” Harry chuckles. He turns around holding her pack of UNO in his right hand. He brings it back over to the coffee table and opens up the little box as he sits down on the floor. 
“You don’t want to watch a movie we’ve seen a billion times yet you do wanna play a game we have played a billion times?” She questions Harry, although she has a feeling that there’s a catch. The look on his face tells her he is not about to propose a simple game of UNO.
“See, you go' tha' wrong love.” The smirk on his face is only growing bigger and bigger. “There's a twis'.” The scared look on Y/N’s face is priceless to Harry. She grabs the remote control to press pause, putting all her attention on the man in front of her.
“How abou’ we add some spicy rules to the game?” The room falls silent aside from the heavy breathing escaping her lips. 
“What do you mean, Harry?” She whispers.
“I thin’ you know exactly wha’ I mean, dear.” He says as he starts shuffling the cards. “Okay so, since it’s jus' the two of us, we shouldn’' make too many additions. How abou' every time you can match a numbered card or wild card with the mos' recently played card, the other person has to take off one clothing item.” His gaze never leaves her eyes. He starts dealing the cards as if he expects her to just go along with his plan. “Let’s also say for every +2 played, the other person also has to take off one item instead of drawing two cards.” And that’s how the rules are played out.
“I don’t know, Harry.” She says looking down at the cards as she picks them up in her hand one by one. Her first card is a yellow 1. She looks at the second card before she adds it to her hand, a red reverse card. The third card she picks up has her widening her eyes, a yellow +2. She picks up the rest of the cards and she joins Harry on the floor beside the coffee table. She has already decided to play along. 
“What if this ruins our friendship?” She asks.
“Then we’ll stop bein’ friends.” Harry chuckles, lust covering his eyes.
“We can’t stop being friends just because of a game of UNO, Harry.” 
“Wha' if afterwards, you don’' wan’ be friends and you want’ be more than tha’.” The flirty smirk on his face is weakening her entire body. Fuck. She’s had the longest crush on the man in front of her. Her whole body is yearning to be close to him. Of course, she wants to be way more than that.
“This would have to be the most seductive game of UNO for that to happen.” She tries to shrug off the nerves in her body. Not really doing a great job at just that.
“Shu' up and play your firs' card.”
Harry flips over the top card of the deck. A green 1 laying flat on the table. She takes a look at the cards in her hand. There’s no green so she decides on a yellow 1. She places down the card and a hissing sound coming from Harry’s lips pulls her attention to his eyes. The look on his face looks like pure mischief. His long fingers drag through his cards. He pinches one of them in between his thumb and pointer finger with a big smirk on his lips. God, he looks so kissable. 
She takes a big chug from her glass. Harry slams down his card, showing the yellow 1 matching your card perfectly. 
“I would’ve never guessed I’d be getting you ou' of your clothes so quickly.” His voice was low and husky. Her wine glass barely touches the table before she brings it back to her lips for another chug making Harry chuckle at her nerves. 
She thinks for a second before she hooks her fingers on the welt of her right sock. Her knees press into her chest and she takes both socks off, one by one. 
“Hold on, this ain’' fair. You’re wearing more clothes than I am.” Harry states as she see his brain calculating. They’re both wearing socks, jeans and a T-shirt. But Harry refers to what’s underneath that. Suddenly she feel thankful for deciding on wearing a bra today.
“Well, I guess that’s just my advantage of being forced to strip for you.” She shrugs.
“I did no' force you.” He pouts making her giggle. She looks at the table to check back in with the card that’s last been played before diving back into her cards. She can’t help but let the slightest smirk appear on her lips before she plays the yellow +2 in her hands. 
“Fuck.” Harry laughed. “Off with the socks we go.” He continues as he takes both of them off in a swift motion. He adds them to where her socks are piled up together. 
Harry looks in his cards. There is a red +2 in his hand which he could just play right now but he decides to keep that one in his hand for a little longer. Instead, he takes out a yellow 5.
Y/N sighs, feeling relieved that she doesn’t have to get rid of any more clothes right now. The anxious yet thrilling feeling is riling her up. She have never felt any excitement like this before. Harry and Y/N have been friends since forever and she has had the biggest crush on him for nearly as long. Her eyes always lingered a bit too long when they went to swimming together and he was in just his swimming trunks. Or the goosebumps his touch left on her skin as his fingers danced along her arm as a small sign of affection. Friendly affection, but it still made her feel all sorts of ways.
Both of them play a couple of cards before Harry has a big smirk plastered across his face again. Uh oh. His fingers stride along his cards again before he picks one. He places a red 7 on top of your blue 7. 
“Wouldn’' i' have been fun if your seven was blue too?” He says as he scooches a bit closer, their legs now touching. 
“Stooop, you make me nervous.” She blushes.
“Don’' be. It’s jus' me.” Harry reassures her and wraps his empty hand around her ankle. His thumb moved in soft strokes up and down. She knows he tries to calm her down but every stroke of his thumb is sent straight to her clit. 
Y/N plays a red reverse card. Allowing her to play another card since it’s a two-player game of UNO. She’s all out of red so she draws a card, a red 4. She places it down and look back up to Harry who still has his hand on her ankle. 
“Isn’' tha' fortunate?” Harry teases. 
“Just from you saying that, I know there’s nothing fortunate about it for me.” She mumbles as she frightens the next card that he will put on the table. 
Harry has a twinkle in his eyes looking at the card in his hand. The red +2 is going to get rid of her first clothing item that’ll actually reveal some skin. Harry too had been pining over her for years. He started loving her in a bit more than just a friendly kind of way around the age of 16. Now 13 years later, nothing had changed. Both of them had been dating people, trying to distract themselves from the massive crushes on each other. But at the end of the day, they always came back to each other.
He finally places his card down, an excited look on his face. But she quickly takes her green +2 and smack it down on the table.
“Hah!” She yelps. “That makes two items for you to be gone!” 
“Nah, ah love. Haven’' you read the rules before?” He states. “We both have to get rid of one item.” Harry smirks. Mr know it all, why does he know all rules of UNO? Probably because they have played it so many times.
“+2 plus +2 equals drawing four cards. Simple.” She argues but Harry already pulled out the rules from the box. He reads out the bit about how when your opponent plays a +2 card, you have to draw two cards and afterwards may continue your turn. Y/N is kinda sad that Harry isn’t going to get rid of both his jeans AND t-shirt.
Harry takes hold of the hem of his shirt with both his arms crossed before he drags the fabric over his head. In the meantime, she stands up to unbutton her jeans. She gets distracted by the beautiful sight in front of her. His abs are gorgeously on display with his tattoos on there like a piece of art. Harry had always been hot. But he started working out with a personal trainer roughly two years ago and he got so muscular after that. 
“Wha' are you doing?” Harry asks as he throws his shirt on top of both of their socks. He softly chuckles at her eyes staring down at his torso. 
“Ehm, sorry. I was taking off my jeans.” She states, causing Harry to groan. He wagged a disapproving finger. “What?” She asks him.
“Should’ve jus' taken off your shirt.” He mumbles before he picks up his cards from the table. His eyes go from the discard pile on the table to the cards in his hand. There are no more green cards in his hand so he draws a card. Luckily it’s a green one so he places it on the pile. 
“Hmnf, nah. I’ll keep my shirt on for a bit longer.” She mumbles softly. Being shirtless always makes her feel so exposed. Her insecurities would peak without a shirt so she’d rather keep it on for as long as possible. Harry notices how she tries to hide herself. His hand finds its place back on her ankle and slowly travels up to her calf, stroking up and down.
“Y’ have no idea how god damn beautiful you are, don'' you?” He reassures and she tries to shrug it off.
Both of them have a few cards left in hand but none of them are useful. They draw a few cards, and some of them are played immediately. Y/N look at her cards and forges a plan. With a smirk on her face, she plays a wild card allowing her to change the active colour to blue. But she has instant regret when she sees a smirk on Harry’s face that’s even wider than her own. 
His fingers pick a card from his hand but before he places it down he tugs it back and picks up another one to play. A simple blue 9 lays down on the table. But the twinkle in his eyes never left.
She sighs and take a big sip of wine to empty her glass. She places her cards down on the table and gets up to grab the bottle of wine in the fridge.
“Cute undies.” Harry coos since her shirt doesn’t reach past her bum. 
She comes back with the cold bottle and fills up both of their glasses, emptying the second bottle of the evening. The glasses are a bit full but who cares? She places the bottle down on the coffee table and sits back in her spot.
The plan she made a few minutes ago still works, she plays a blue reverse card allowing her to take another turn since it’s just the two of them playing. Next, she plays a blue skip card to grant her another turn. And last up she plays a plain blue 6. During all three of these cards, the smirk on Harry’s face grew back more comprehensive and she just knows what is coming. 
The blue +2 that hits the table was expected, and is followed by a shout of UNO!
“Fuck.” She mumbles and takes a gulp from her glass. “Fine.” She continues before she grabs the hem of her shirt. She drags it out, trying to hold off for as long as possible. But the anticipation is turning Harry on even more. Of course, he has seen her in a bikini before, but this is different. This feels different.
Her shirt is added to the growing pile in front of the sofa. Harry notices how she feels a bit uncomfortable. Her eyes avoid his and she is unsure where to actually look. His hand reaches out for her and slides from her upper arm all the way down to her hand. He holds onto it for a little while, squeezing ever so softly.
“You really are the pretties' thing I’ve ever seen.” He reassures her by giving her the exact confidence boost she needed. 
After Y/N plays her second to last card, Harry is able to finish the game by playing his very last card. Leaving him in his jeans and boxers and her in just her bra and panties. 
“Let’s go for another round.” She states and already starts collecting all cards to shuffle them. Harry chuckles at her newly gained confidence. He is so ready to play a second round. 
She deals the cards, places the deck back on the table, and flip over the top card of the deck. A yellow 4 is laying on the table. 
“Since I won las' round, you may star' this round." 
She places down a green 4 on top of the yellow one on the table. A simple but steady start, she thinks. 
“Oh shi’.” Harry says and places down the green 4 he already had in his hand, ready to play. “I’m so sorry, love. You don’t have to…” He adds, suddenly getting nervous at the realization he is finally going to see her topless after years of wondering and imagining what she’d look like underneath.
“The game’s the game.” She states and lets her hand travel to her back to unclasp her bra. Harry gulped, feeling more nervous than he ever had before in his life. His heart was pounding as he looked into her eyes and saw the unmistakable desire there. He had no idea what she is thinking but he is fascinated by her daringness.
He watches as she pushes the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and drops the garment to the ground. She lets out a deep sigh of pleasure as her breasts become the focus of his attention, and the look in his eyes tells her he wants her just as much as she wants him.
She feels incredibly sexy and alluring. For a brief moment, their eyes meet. She feels a strange and wonderful stirring in her stomach. Her cheeks flush, and she quickly looks away. At that moment, she just knows that she is in trouble.
Without saying anything, she swiftly moves on with the game by placing down her green 8. Harry can’t seem to keep his eyes away from her for too long, giving her an enormous confidence boost. 
Both of them place down a few more cards before she places down her Wild Draw 4 card and change the colour to blue. Harry draws his four cards and takes a good look at his cards. He’s having a hard time focusing on the game with the gorgeous sight in front of him. 
He places down two cards in one go, a blue skip causing him to have a second turn, and a blue 5. 
She places down her blue 8 and shout UNO! Harry looks through his cards again to find any card that may cause her to not finish the game. A Wild Draw 4, a +2, anything at all. But all he has is a blue 2.
“Oh my god, Harry. What are the odds.” She chuckles. 
“Wha’d you mean?” 
She places down a blue 2 on top of his. She’s been waiting for this moment ever since he took his shirt off. Her thoughts have been flooded with the idea of him naked in front of her. It’s all she’s been thinking about for the past years. 
“Well, shi’. Y’ win the game and I have to take off my jeans?” He laughs. Without another word, he gets up, unbuttons his jeans and zips down his fly. His thumbs hook into the waistband of his jeans to pull them down painfully slow. A soft sign, nearly a moan is heard when his bulge is released from his tight pants. Ever since she had to get rid of her shirt Harry’s cock started hardening beneath him. 
She gasps at the view in front of her. She makes it her mission to get him out of his boxers as soon as possible. The lust in her eyes is inevitable, not knowing where to look. His eyes? His hands, where he is pushing down his jeans? Or his bulge, which is honestly where she just wants to keep looking at.
Tension is rising and she can’t wait for him to add the last bit of his clothes to the growing pile. His jeans finally drop to the floor and he lifts his right foot trying to step out. His ankle gets stuck and she reaches out instinctively to hold the jeans down, helping him get out. She allows him to step out before she adds the denim to the pile of clothes. 
Harry sits back down close to her. Both their legs touch again but now theres no fabric in between holding back the skin to skin contact. She looks down at where her legs touch and look back up to him.
“Hi.” He says with a soft smile across his lips. God those lips, they have never looked more kissable. Or is it just her mind playing games? Her thoughts are all over the place. All she wants is to just push him over, straddle him and kiss him. Everywhere. 
“Hey.” She chuckles before a nervous laugh is heard from Harry’s side. Her eyes drop down to his boxers. He chose to wear navy blue Calvin Klein’s this morning and she is so thankful for his choice. The dark fabric accentuates his skin perfectly. An outline visible around his growing member. 
“Eyes up ‘ere, love.” He snorted as if he isn’t having the hardest time keeping his own eyes away from her tits. 
“Sorry.” She whispers before Harry holds out his hand for her to grab. His thumb dances on the back of your hand. Both of them are quiet for a little bit as they soak up each other. 
After what feels forever but actually are only 1,5 minutes, Y/N speaks up.
“Harry? What are we doing?” She questions him, still holding onto him as she looks their connected hands. 
“Hmn, I don’ know actually.” He replies. His free hand reaches with his forefinger for her chin and pushes her face up so she’d have to look in his eyes. “All I know is tha’ I want you. So, fucking, bad.”
Her eyes light up. She can’t believe he really admitted what he just said and without a second thought she gives in to her desire of just a few minutes ago. 
Y/N lets go of Harry’s hand and pushes him onto the floor by his shoulders. Simultaneously she climbs on top of him, causing a muted “oh” to fall from Harry’s lips. He is surprised by her actions and honestly, so is she. His hands grab her by her hips as she sits down on his tummy, avoiding contact with his aching cock. 
Their lips finally connect. Thirteen long years are coming together in this sweet and lustfull kiss. Harry’s right hand travels up and down her side as his left nestles into her hair. The two of them sink into the living room floor, both desperate for the connection they have been longing for. 
His opens his mouth and gently sucks Y/N’s lip between his. He lets go after a few seconds and licks softly over her bottom lip. Her heart races as her spine arches under his touch causing him to naturally pull her closer. She opens her mouth to allow her tongue to join his, going back and forth. 
She moans with pleasure and their tongues intertwine even more vigorously, entangling with one another in a desperate search for more pleasure. Each movement they make is somehow more tantalizing than the last. Their hands exploring each other's body with a deep hunger for more.
Y/N wishes this moment would last forever. She is scared of what might happens next, what if this is just a heat of the moment kind of kiss and they really can’t go back to being just friends. Or maybe that is exactly what Harry meant with his ‘Then we’ll just stop being friends’. 
Harry’s hand roam down her back. He moans a bit louder when he finally touches her bum. She feels a firm squeeze on her left cheek, ripping a moan from her thoat. Y/N bucks her hips instinctively at the sweet tingles in her core.
Their lips part for a second and she presses her forehead against his. Both of them are a panting mess, feeling completely out of this world. With Harry’s hand still squeezing her bottom he speaks up.
“How abou' we take this to the bedroom, love?” He whispers.
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gabessquishytum · 3 months
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Human AU! More asexual Dream agenda. Morpheus used to question his sexuality in his late teens and contemplated that he might be somewhere on the asexual spectrum. It seemed fine to him back then, that is, until he realized how much he didn't fit in when all the relationships his peers had seemed to revolve around sex. So, Morpheus started dating, went out with a few guys, but it died out naturally after a few dates because he refused to have sex. Eventually, he meets Calliope at the uni, and he's really in love and determined to do anything to make this work. They finally have sex, and...it's nothing spectacular. Morpheus just doesn't get why people seem to prioritize it so much (like, how can his friend Cori dedicate so much time to fucking his way through London when there're so many more interesting things to do? reading, for instance!). Anyway, as time goes by, Morpheus tries to really grasp this whole sexual aspect of relationship but it just evades him. He watches porn (it does nothing for him, but he switches on a video every now and then for educational purposes - maybe he'll see something that Calliope might like), tries his fair share of sex toys (some of them are nice, alright, but...cuddling in the blanket is nicer, still?), and comes to a spectacular conclusion that something is very wrong with him. After all, it's him who doesn't meet normal expectations. To make things worse, he starts to notice that Calliope avoids having sex with him (she's tired after work, has a headache, isn't in the mood, etc., and this goes on and on for weeks that turn into months), becomes more distant, and they slowly drift apart. It's a matter of time till they break up. Morpheus takes this as his personal failure, concentrates on his work, even goes to therapy, though he sabotages it before he can actually spell out that he thinks he's asexual, and...he doesn't date. Like, at all. Why set himself for another failure and disappointment? Enter Hob Gadling. They meet accidentally (or not so accidentally, if you ask Hob's elder sister), and Hob is smitten from the word go. He pursues Morpheus insistently yet never creepy; he is, in fact, very understanding and accommodating, and even though Morpheus bristled like a sad wet cat at first (and at second, too), he can't deny anymore that he's in love. He's scared shitless to fuck this up over sex again, but somehow, Hob manages to do the unthinkable: he puts Morpheus at ease. He figures out Morpheus is ace early on, and he's fine with wanking by himself till the end of time if his partner never ever wants to tumble in bed. There're other intimacies to be shared, they also matter! Morpheus doesn't believe him at first, but with time (and lots of cuddles), he cautiously accepts that this may be true. With sex no longer an obligation in his Google calendar, Morpheus even feels attraction...sometimes. It's a rare occasion, but Morpheus is shocked when he experiences it for the first time: he's never truly felt a desire before, and letting go feels scary. Hob is there for him and feels delighted to gently guide him in this exploration. And when Morpheus doesn't want anything sexual, which is most of the time? Hob's still happy with his magnificent husband, their Netflix evenings, disastrous baking, long romantic walks, endless literature discussions, and his right hand.
Gosh, i love this!!! Love the idea that Dream being able to change his perception of sex because it no longer feels like a chore or something that he's been forced into doing (by societal expectations). Mostly he's still not interested but occasionally if he does get a stirring of attraction or desire, he can plop himself down in Hob’s lap and be his pillow princess for an hour or two.
Calliope is probably the happiest person when she sees how content Dream is these days. She and Dream can be good friends (now Dream isn't psyching himself up to have sex with her, and she isn't just constantly getting the vibe that her husband doesn't want her). It's much nicer to have coffee and gossip.
And Dream gets to go home to his husband. Maybe they'll take a shower together, or dance around the kitchen and have a midnight feast. And they'll go to sleep after making out until their lips are sore. Dream will feel no expectations, except the expectation of Hob’s love. That is absolutely guaranteed.
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plussizefantasia · 5 months
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Getting Lost
Flufftober Day 29: Corn Maze
Steve Harrington X reader
Word Count: 0.9k
AN: We're almost done! Just two more to go. This one has some foul language, if that isn't your thing then don't read. Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated. I'll see y'all tomorrow.
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“I don't give a shit what you do, just leave us alone until it's time to go home.” Was Steve’s gruff command to the children that you had taken to the fall festive at Colbert’s Farm on the edge of town.
“But what if there's an emergency or something?” Dustin asked.
“You’re smart dipshit, you’ll figure something out.” Was Steve’s only reply before pulling you by your hand away from the herd of teenagers and into the opposite direction. As always, Steve was the babysitter. The teens said that they wanted to go to the fall festival. They pulled some puppy-dog eye bullshit and strong-armed Steve and you into giving them rides and being the chaperones that their parents now required for any outing.
They had thrown out practically everything they thought would work on you but what really pushed you over the edge was Eleven’s small voice telling you that she had never had a real Halloween and she was getting too old to really enjoy it.
You folded like a house of cards and Steve followed you in whatever you did. That is how the two of you landed babysitting duty twenty minutes out of time for an entire day. Luckily you didn’t have to bankroll the empty pits that were commonly known as the party. One too many times you had forked over your entire paycheck to the little shitheads. After that, you demanded that anything they wanted when you were out needed to be paid for by themselves or their parents. 
“I can’t afford my own shit if I’m using all my money on you guys.” You had yelled at them when they complained about the new rule.
Being the babysitter on duty didn’t necessarily mean that you had to watch them. At least that is what Steve had claimed when another date night had been ruined by a teenage ambush. If you followed along with that line of thinking, then running away to go make out in the corn maze wasn’t actually breaking any rules. 
Steve wasn’t really wrong when he said that they could take care of themselves. These children had fought literal monsters, they could handle themselves at some autumn-themed gathering in the middle of nowhere.
“Where are we going?” You had asked Steve, after ten minutes of pulling on your arm and the tenth turn in the corn maze. You were almost one hundred percent sure that Steve had no idea where he was going.
“They won’t be able to find us if we get lost.” 
‘That is the stupidest thing you’ve probably ever said.”
“We could always turn around and spend the whole day following after them.”
“No!” You yelled. You stopped moving forward. “No, I think that that would be even more stupid. 
“That's what I thought.” Steve sounded smug. He continued to pull you for another few minutes, making turn after turn. ‘Alright, I think we are sufficiently lost.”
“Yeah but, what are we gonna do now.” 
Steve neglected to answer you with words. He just grabbed the back of your head and brought your lips to his. Kissing Steve was always magical, whether it was early morning kisses soaked in admiration and a little bit of drowsiness, or they were like this. Hot and passionate, Steve kissed you like he’d never be able to kiss you again. 
Steve was gentle but strong. He didn’t let you pull away but he let you guide the kiss. He pulled and pushed you like the moon did to the tides. You were at his mercy, letting the entire world fall away. 
In those stolen moments, you and Steve shared a connection that went beyond words. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and passion. 
When he kissed you it was a promise. A promise for a life full of joy, a reassurance of his love. It was always more than just a kiss, Steve Harrington never just kissed.
You don’t know how long you two were intertwined in the midst of the corn stalks. It could have been seconds, hours, years. When you were with Steve time didn’t matter. Nor did your responsibilities. Yet somehow both of them always caught up with you.
It was a clearing of a throat that drew you out of your bubble.
A disgusted Lucas stood behind a disgruntled Dustin. Next to them were Max and El, giggling together and fanning their faces in the most dramatic way they could. Mike and Will stood next to each other, looking very much the picture of embarrassment. 
“What?” Steve asked, still holding onto you.
“Where the hell have you been?” Dustin demanded.
“Where do you think?” you asked him. 
“The festival closes in thirty minutes. We’re all hungry and we’ve been looking for you for the past hour.” Lucas filled you in.
“Well, you found us,” Steve replied, unhelpfully. 
“Do any of you shitbirds remember how to get out of here?” you asked them. El nodded and started making her way back through the maze. It was almost freaky how on point she was with her turns. She flawlessly guided the rest of you through the maze, you all making it out just in time to leave before they locked the gate.
“Alright. Climb in fuckers, we’re going to McDonalds.” Steve hollard. The teens followed the instructions dutifully. Climbing into either your car or Steve’s depending on who they had come with.
You and Steve pulled close to one another before getting in your cars to take the kids home. Steve kissed you one more time and faintly from his backseat you heard the curly-haired child yell. “Not again.”
You and Steve flipped him off in unison.
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snitchesnsneeds · 2 months
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First Half of Miraculous Season 2 Done. Here's my thoughts:
The Collector: A pretty good start! They made the teens smart while still being dumb teens!
Despair Bear: Chloe needs a therapist, arguably moreso than a redemption arc and especially a downward villainous spiral. Also Dangit Grandpa
Prime Queen: Wow, this was a lot more chill than expected. Even Cat Noir was left aghast at what Nadja was doing, Nadja seemed to be pressuring Ladybug and Cat Noir more for views than anything else, and I'm not entirely sure Akuma personalities can be trusted.
Befana: Fun fact: This was the episode that got me into Miraculous in the first place because of how shocking it was. And then I discovered even more. In hindsight from watching the other episodes, it was relatively darker, but mostly because it's Marinette's friends and family that are getting G-rated killed instead of random civilians like every other episode.
Riposte: Kagami is here! I don't see too much chemistry with her and Adrien yet, but she's cool and I like her and feel like I could be friends in real life. Also this feels like a relatively uncommon trope, but I wish "X is blatantly a woman but no one notices" was spedran through by someone with brains.
Robustus: Pretty good, all things considered. From what I've heard about Miraculous lore, creating sapient or at the very least semi-sapient AI isn't that uncommon for weirdness hotspots, and I'm putting Max in the list of characters I think should have figured out Ladybug and Cat Noir's identity. (There's four now!)
Gigantitan: It turns out my favorite parts of Miraculous are the slice-of-life bits instead of the superhero bits the show is about! We got to see more of Marinette's friends! Alix! Mylene! Julie! The Eeby Deeby herself! Also it was really sweet to see Adrien's bodyguard calm down just by looking at the kid. Adrien's true daddy.
Dark Owl: No wonder these two aren't allowed to know eachothers' identities, considering how much of a loose tongue Marinette has!
Glaciator: Alright, it's finally time to talk about the sins of Marinette and Cat Noir, considering the fan content I osmosed before watching the series was heavy salt stuff, and I wanna see how much it holds up. So far Cat Noir has acted as if he's already dating Ladybug previously, and in this episode he got mad at Ladybug for not showing up at a date when she herself said she might not come due to having other plans. Isn't he supposed to be used to not-showing-up disappointment as Adrien due to his dad? Is it different because he's Cat Noir? Is this a breaking point? No matter, he eventually calms down and is ultimately the less bad member of the relationship. Marinette, meanwhile, doesn't have as many misdemeanors to her name but they're a lot worse. She stole Adrien's phone to get rid of an embarrassing message and got away with it too, what the hell, and also owns the schedule. Although I don't believe she stalked Adrien and made it herself due to how busy she is as both Marinette and Ladybug, that's just weird and wrong. I'm reluctant to call her a stalker, but her actions are still wrong. Ultimately, this relationship is going to need a lot of therapy and counseling to not crash and burn. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah. The ice cream episode. I think the ice cream guy can be wrong and he doesn't understand that.
Sapotis: Silly little fun episode, also it introduces the first new Miraculous holder! I'm honestly fine with it so far if it means more screentime for side characters. I honestly really like seeing Marinette's classmates. They're neat. Also I was this close to putting Alya on the list but she proves time and time again that she doesn't actually know Ladybug's identity.
Gorizilla: In this episode we are introduced to Adrien's deranged parasocial fanbase. I'm starting to understand some of his father's decisions at this point. This is what I was talking about with the schedule, by the way. These obsessive stalker creeps make Marinette look reasonable, and I wouldn't be surprised if the one guy who I'm pretty sure becomes Party Crasher discreetly stalked Adrien to get his schedule. Restraining orders need to be filed.
Captain Hardrock: One of the funniest episodes, up there with Dark Cupid. Also Luka is here! And he already has great chemistry with Marinette! And more Rosie and Julie content even if it's crumbs!
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rocketnottheraccon · 3 months
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Green Eyes~~
Tw for self harm? kinda?
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The teacher thought she was doing them a favor, putting them together in this project. Why wouldn’t she? They were best friends, weren’t they?
Lately, though, it hadn’t exactly felt like it.
The school day had finished, and Reki wasted no time gathering his things and heading out. He didn’t even bother turning to see if Langa would follow him, but of course, he would. He had no idea what thoughts rampaged in the redhead's mind at the mere sight of Langa’s face.
“Uh- Reki?” the lanky teen called, fumbling with his supplies. Reki turned from the door, staring back at him, unimpressed.
“You know where I live,” he said flatly. A shrug and the redhead is once again on his way out the door.
“You expect me to remember that?” He heard distantly, and man, Reki missed making fun of his memory. Making fun of his sloppiness, yet turning right back around and ensuring he was perfect.
But that was the problem, wasn’t it?
No one should be perfect, and Langa wasn’t. Those weren’t the traits of a perfect person, Reki should know. He had all of them and more…
Yet, when Langa performed those actions and flaunted those quirks, it was seen as endearing. Cute.
‘What am I doing wrong?’
Just as he was about to exit the building, Langa came running up behind him, huffing and puffing. Already, he could hear a group of girls that stood nearby giggle and whisper about him. But not in the way they giggled and whispered about Reki.
“C’mon, Reki!” Langa said, holding his side as he made his way over. “I know you’re not talking to me or whatever, but this is for a grade, you know!”
“Yeah,” the redhead states, dropping his board and stepping on. “I know.”
And he proceeds to skate away. Being around Langa just isn’t healthy for him… and he needs to start prioritizing himself a little. He’s spent too much energy on everybody else.
There was a groan from the former, and he dropped onto his board as well to go after him, but of course, he gets stopped by those girls. Reki watched their frames get smaller and smaller as he continued home.
He used to be proud of Langa whenever he got another love confession, but now he was just jealous and frustrated and all the feelings he shouldn’t be feeling. He’s such a bad friend. Why can’t he just push his negative emotions away and be normal again?
He couldn’t even smile at him anymore.
He arrived home, dropping his things lazily by the door and shuffling to his room. He hears his mother say hi, but he can’t find the energy to return the sentiment. He locks his door and flops onto his bed.
Langa would be there any minute.
What should he do?
There had to be a way to at least prolong this inevitable interaction… but how?
Reki lifts his head, peering around his room. He could take a shower. A long, steaming hot shower that would hopefully burn all these disgusting thoughts from his mind.
‘Shut up,’ he told himself. ‘It’s not that serious.’
He grabs a simple pair of plaid pajama pants and a band tee before heading to the bathroom.
His speaker already sits on the counter, so he connects it to his phone and sits on the toilet while waiting for the water to heat. He scrolls through endless skateboard images online before he starts to miss Langa again and promptly shuts it off, feeling the stinging in his throat.
The water is blistering hot, to the point where he physically releases an “Ouch!”, jumping back.
…That was good though. Just that little shock of pain took his mind off Langa.
Maybe that’s what he needs. A distraction.
The boy takes his second attempt at stepping under the water, and although it burns his skin… it feels good.
He gets used to it in no time and proceeds to sing his heart out, not caring who might happen to walk past the bathroom and hear.
As he enters his room, still humming the words to one of the many Radiohead songs in his playlist, he’s stopped dead in his tracks by the frosty blue eyes that find his.
They both blinked seemingly in tandem before Langa gave a chuckle and said, “I didn’t know you could sing.”
The emotion is wiped from Reki’s face and he sighs, sliding into his desk chair. “Do you make it a hobby to spy on people in the shower or is that just a me thing?”
“Only when they’re belting the lyrics to Lovejoy songs.”
Reki met him with a flat look, and the boy shrugged. An eye roll and the redhead turned back to his desk.
“Fifty-fifty it,” he said. “I’m not trying to talk to you.”
“C’mon Reki,” Langa pleaded, seemingly not interested in doing work. That’s good, he guessed. Reki wasn’t either. “Can’t we just talk about it?”
Reki gave a long, hard look into his eyes, searching far and wide for any hint of another betrayal, but they were so pretty that it was no good trying to find anything but perfection. He simply settled for turning back around. “Don’t look at me like that.”
Langa stands to his feet, taking a hesitant step forward. “Like what?”
“Like-“ he looks back over his shoulder dejectedly. “Like fucking that, man!” He feels his voice about to crack, so he breaks eye contact and stares back down at his desk. “Like this is all my fault somehow.”
“I just want to talk to you, Reki,” Langa says, his hands out as if he were trying to reason with him. “Please?”
“Well, I don’t, alright?” the redhead stated, a note of finality in his tone as he pulled his backpack into his lap to retrieve his notebooks. “What do you-“
“Are you saying it’s my fault then?” Langa asked, clearly not picking up on Reki’s attempt to not talk about this.
The was a groan from the latter, and he glared back at the former, his shoulders tight as he snarled, “Of fucking course it’s your fault!” He stood to his feet, his backpack discarded and forgotten. With every word, he moved closer, a sneer on his lips. “I warned you about ADAM. Didn’t I? You saw what he did to me, right?”
“I was just-!”
“What?” Reki interrupts. “Having fun? Curious? He could’ve fucking killed me, Langa! Do you not understand that?!”
“He wouldn’t have killed you.”
“You don’t know that!” He yelled, arms flaring as he turned away to calm himself down. God, he didn’t want to yell at him. He really didn't want to yell at him.
But god-fucking-damnit! He made it so easy!
“Reki…” Langa said, and there he went, saying his name in that way that he knew made Reki fold. It’s unhealthy!
“Langa!” He says, turning, exasperated. “What isn’t clicking, man?”
The blue-haired teen gives a huff, pulling his lips into his mouth. His eyes wandered everywhere but to Reki as he said, “I don’t get why you can’t be proud of me.”
Reki’s brows scrunch. “What-?”
“I’m going to beat ADAM for both of us, Reki!” There’s a grin starting to peek through, almost triumphant. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
“… I never asked you to take down ADAM, Langa.”
Langa’s face fell, but his voice still held volume as he said, “I know. But I still want to.”
Reki peers back up through eyes just barely glossed over. “Why?”
He stammered a few times, searching for the words before: “Because I care about you, Reki!” He exclaimed, throwing up his hands. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes! Langa!” Reki replied, his voice wobbling and cracking. “Yes, it is!”
Emotion from every corner of his mind seemed to seep into Langa’s eyes, and Reki thought that maybe he finally understood.
“Do you get it, now?” He asked, his voice sounding like something between a laugh and a cry. “Ever since you were met with the idea of beating ADAM, it’s like you’ve been obsessed!”
“That’s not-“
“You don’t care about me,” Reki went on, his vision so blurred he could hardly see his surroundings. “You don’t care about anything but beating ADAM. But guess what, Langa.”
Reki met the latter's eyes no matter how hard he resisted. “I cared about you. I cared so much that I made you promise that you wouldn’t go against ADAM because I know what he’s capable of. You saw what he did to me. Do you want to see the scars? Would that get it through your thick fuckin’ skull?”
Reki was panting. Air was hard to come by right now. He just wanted Langa to understand.
The boy in question opened and closed his mouth several times. There were so many words so clearly on his tongue, but it seemed only a fraction came out with, “… What scars?”
“What? Did you think I was getting out of there good as new?” Reki scoffed. He turned and lifted the back of his shirt, revealing that valley of stains and scrapes on his back, a constant reminder of what he let happen that day. The boy let out a chuckle, bitter and guttural as it may have been. “Not pretty?”
He looked over his shoulder to gauge a response, but all he saw was Langa’s mouth flapping open and closed once more.
“Reki, I’m-“
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” Reki gritted through his teeth, letting his shirt fall back down to meet the others' eyes again. “Not again.”
More blinking. More mouthing.
“You know what?” Reki said, turning back to his desk chair. “This is going nowhere. Let’s just finish this project so you can get out of my room.”
Langa still hadn’t moved, but his eyes were starting to gloss over now.
Reki didn’t know how long he’d hold up if he started crying.
He watched, waited. He knew this boy well, even if their relationship had… shifted, in the past weeks. Langa had the tendency to lock himself in mind prisons when met with daunting obstacles. He just needed a minute to lay down the tracks for his train of thought.
Reki supposed he could give it to him.
Turning back to the desk and retrieving his backpack, he gets to work on the first half of the assignment. He’s about 20 seconds in when there’s shuffling behind him. Reki doesn’t turn, though, until Langa taps his shoulder, because the boy tends to be fragile in whatever his current emotion may be after figuring his way out of his mind prison. Sometimes he doesn’t want to talk or interact until the objective at hand is complete. Sometimes he is still a little tangled up in there and doesn’t like to be touched until he’s fully free.
Reki knows these things because he cares.
And because he cares, he recognizes that look in Langa’s eye and sighs, standing and letting him crash in to hug him.
‘It’s unhealthy’ says that voice in the back of his mind, but all he could hear, see, smell, feel was Langa, Langa, Langa, and man has he missed it.
“I’m sorry,” the taller of the two mumbled.
“For what?” Reki replies, the sound muffled by Langa’s shoulder.
“For… for breaking your promise,” he answers.
There’s silence for a long, long moment before, “I really miss you, Langa.”
Langa took a step back, and Reki immediately missed him. God, why can’t they just go back to normal? Why is he still so bitter about this?
“Can we please be friends again?” Langa asked, and Reki's heart tumbled to his toes.
He’s so pretty, even when he cries.
He’s so pretty, and talented, and funny, and everything Reki isn’t.
Is he a bad person for not liking him for that?
He was jealous. Reki Kyan was so jealous of Langa it wasn’t even funny because Langa is perfect in every way and Reki… isn’t. And he would keep blaming Langa for that until he blamed himself, and no one wanted to be friends with someone as lame as that.
And so, with a heavy heart, Reki shakes his head.
“We just aren’t right for each other anymore.”
And it’s a very silent night of completing their project before Reki finally has his room back to himself.
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there she is! Im so obsessed with renga rn its not even funny. Just gay skater dude angst. Btw this is meant to take the place of their fight in the rain lol. I just wanted to put my own little spin on it,yk?
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ourloveisforthelovely · 10 months
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True Love (one shot)
Regulus Black AU 
Request:  i don’t have a full idea, but could you write something post war where reader and regulus fall in love with each other throughout the years they’ve known each other? i’ve always wanted to read something like this, but with a sprinkle of enemies to lovers — simply because i’m a sucker for this trope.
Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 
Rating: Teen
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“So, today is the big day!”
Regulus looked up from the tie that he was working on tying to meet Sirius’ face. He couldn't help rolling his eyes at his older brother’s over-enthusiastic personality.
“Yes, today is the day.”
Regulus replied, in his calm cool voice. Sirius automatically tilted his head.
“I thought that you would be happy.”
Regulus sighed and turned to face his brother with a small smirk on his face.
“Of course, I’m happy. This is the day that I have been waiting for since the beginning of third year. I’m just not one to be obnoxious, like you.”
Sirius chuckled and went to the small sofa and plopped himself down.
“That’s fair. There can only be one of me. Lily, tells me that Y/n looks beautiful.”
Another small graced Regulus’ face as he went back to his tie.
“Of course, she does. Y/n would be beautiful no matter what she did.”
Sirius smiled, not replying for a moment. He simply spent a few moments watching Regulus’ expression as he finished with his tie.
“Yeah, she would be. You did good, Reg. You not only picked a woman that I adore but you also picked one who doesn’t mind your subtly moody demeanor with grace and dignity.”
Regulus flipped Sirius off over his shoulder before chuckling at the expression on his older brother’s face. Regulus had to agree with Sirius, there would be no universe that you wouldn’t be beautiful in. From the moment that Regulus laid eyes on you, he thought that you were beautiful. You looked like a total angel sent from heaven sent to remind him what kind of hell that he came from.
The only problem was, you didn’t like him. Not that Regulus was surprised either. He had expected your older brother James to warn you about boys like Regulus.
“Boys that look dangerous probably are. Ignore his puppy eyes and find someone else. He will just make you cry.”
Regulus could hear James’ mother-hen comments now. Unlike James, however, you weren’t completely obnoxious in your dislike for Regulus. You simply avoided Regulus until the day that he and James got into it. As Regulus expected, you came right to your brother’s defense and told Regulus that he had “bird legs.”
“Didn’t she tell you that you had bird legs?”
Regulus looked up at Sirius’ question before raising an eyebrow.
“I was actually just thinking of that. Yes, she told me that I had bird legs when I told James off for being a twat. Man, that little girl hated me.”
“Until third year, when you both got whacked by the puberty fairy and Slughorn played cupid.”
Regulus chuckled. Sirius, again, wasn’t wrong. This was probably one of Regulus’ favorite memories…
Third year had just started. Regulus was moodier than normal over the prospect of starting yet another year of hell. While he looked forward to being away from his parents, he dreaded being back in school and having to be someone that he really didn’t want to be.
Walking into potions, Regulus sat down with a groan. He hid near the back of the room not wanting anyone to really see him. Over the summer, Regulus had grown a bit over the summer and his voice had deepened. It was driving him nuts. Since being back at school the night before Regulus couldn’t count how many girls were looking at him now.
The moment that you walked into the room, Regulus felt his mouth drop. You too had changed and you were…breathtaking. Regulus’ eyes moved from your now longer hair to your breasts….
“Oh Merlin, I am turning into my brother!”
Regulus thought before putting his head down on the desk. The last thing that he wanted was for you to catch him drooling.
“Ms. Potter, your partner for the year will be Mr. Black.”
Regulus’ head snapped up at that comment. He knew that he was looking at you with wide eyes as you walked over and sat down. Regulus didn’t know whether he should thank Slughorn or fake a heart attack and die.
“Hello, Regulus.”
Your voice was soft and kind. There was no longer any trace of dislike.
“Hello, Y/n.”
Regulus replied. He watched as your eyes flickered over to him, just like the other girls that “just” recognized his existence. You pressed your lips together before lightly clearing your throat.
“I know that we typically insult each other nonstop but how about we get along? It will make the year easier on both of us.”
You commented. Regulus took a breath before speaking.
���That would be nice.”
Regulus pulled himself from the memory. That was the beginning of the perfect friendship. After that first day, the two of you were inseparable. You turned out to be the best friend that Regulus had EVER had! In all of his life, he had never had someone like you to grace his miserable existence. You cared about him, asked questions about how things made him feel, and most importantly you made him feel wanted. Feeling wanted was exactly what Regulus needed and he had no idea about it.
Things changed even further in the fourth year. The two of you kissed for the first time not long after school started. You were the first to say “I love you” and it had come right before the Christmas holiday. Regulus had been totally stunned by those three little words that he nearly didn’t say it back.
“You mean that you love me? Like you actually love me?”
Regulus mumbled, with red cheeks. You stared at him as if he had grown three heads. Saying “I love you” to people wasn’t anything new to you. You had been told that you were loved all of your life. Regulus, on the other hand, had never been told that.
“Yes, Regulus. I love you. I really love you.”
Regulus stared at you again for a few moments. You stood with your arms around his waist, clearly wondering if you had said the right thing or if you were scaring him away.
“Wow…I mean…I love you too, Y/n. I have been in love with you for so long. I just had no idea how to say it.”
“You said it perfectly.”
You replied, before standing on your tiptoes to kiss him once again.
After the first “I love you,” things between the two of you were perfect. Regulus was happy with everything in his life. Going to school was no longer hated. He had you. Regulus had everything that he could possibly need with you. This was the “heaven” period of his life.
Unfortunately, as all things seemed to do this time ended. In sixth year, the war started. Things at Hogwarts become tense. It wasn’t just Hogwarts, it was everywhere. Everything was in complete chaos and uproar.
This was the time that Regulus really began to see your devotion to him. He didn’t hide the fact that Voldemort was trying to recruit him. Regulus told you everything. He expected you to leave him with this news. Regulus expected you to wash your hands of ever knowing him and he would lose the most important person in his life…but you never did.
Instead of walking away, you pushed forward. You begged him to not consider it, even if this was what his parents wanted.
“You’re better than this, Regulus. Voldemort wants you because you’re smart. He also wants you because of your family name. Don’t let him turn you into something that you’re not. You’re not a killer. Leave your family and come to mine. My parents will let you stay with us. You’ll be safe and we can be together all of the time. Please don’t go dark. I need you. I love you and want to be with you forever.”
Regulus had read your letter multiple times before pulling on his black suit jacket. You wanted him with you and that was enough. With you, Regulus didn’t have to be a killer. With you, he could have the love that he wanted..
“My princess will always get what she wants.”
Regulus mumbled before leaving his parents a goodbye letter and walking out of Grimmauld Place.
That led to now. The war was now over. Voldemort had been dealt with and the madness was over.
Just as Regulus had promised, you would always get what you wanted. Once the war was over and things were safe, Regulus bought the diamond. Never in a million years, did Regulus think that he would ever get married but with you, it was a no-brainer.
Regulus closed his eyes as he thought about the proposal. You immediately answered with a yes before practically knocking him down with a hug.
“Yes! I’ll marry you and love you forever.”
Regulus smiled from his place on the floor as you curled around him like a giant cat.
“I was afraid that you would say no.”
You poked your head up before pulling Regulus into a long kiss.
“Are you kidding? I would never say no.”
Sirius talking pulled Regulus from his thoughts.
“It's time.”
(meanwhile)
You stood as your mother put the finishing touches on your veil. Euphemia smiled her warm loving smile as she looked you over. You were the vision of the perfect bride.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart. I only wish that your father could have been here for this. He would think you are the most beautiful bride in the world.”
You couldn’t agree more.
“Me too, Mum.”
You exchanged a small smile with your mother before James lightly knocked on the door and stepped inside. He gave you a smile before speaking.
“You look stunning…even though you are marrying Regulus.”
James gave you a playful smirk to let you know that this was just his humor. You turned giving your brother a frown.
“I didn’t make a fuss when you married Lily…even though she is amazing.’
James grinned, proudly.
“Yeah, she is. Not everyone can marry someone so amazing. Luckily, Regulus can say that too. He struck gold when he landed you.”
You sprayed a little perfume on your neck before speaking. Both Regulus and yourself were lucky. Not one of you was more “lucky” than the other. The two of you loved each other more than words could express. You knew that Regulus had your back just as you would always have his. That was the best makings for a wonderful marriage.
Euphemia looked between her children with a pleased motherly expression.
“I can only hope that the two of you will have long happy marriages as I did.”
You gave James a smile as he looked down at his watch.
“Well, time to get you married. I’m sure Regulus has been waiting for a while The man shows up everywhere freakishly early.”
You gave your brother an eye roll before taking the arm that he held out to you. Neither of you said a word when reaching the start of the aisle.
“Here’s your chance to take me up on my offer of running the hell away. I have a vault full of money that will get you anywhere that you could possibly want to be.”
You gave James a glare. Your older brother sighed before shrugging.
“Okay, okay I get it. You are going to marry the man and play house with him.”
You quietly giggled.
“Yeah, we are going to play house and make a baby.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the grossed-out expression on James’ face.
“I did not want to think about that!”
“I mean Regulus and I have a lot of sex.”
“Y/n, you have got to stop.”
James mumbled.
“You started it.”
You replied. There was an uncomfortable silence before James spoke again.
“In all seriousness, you really do look beautiful and he’s lucky to have you.”
You squeezed James’ arm with a pleased smile.
“Thank you.”
You took another deep breath as the double doors opened. James gave you a nod before walking forward. Unlike James, you didn’t like a lot of eyes on you. Your wedding day or not, you felt the nerves begin to rise as everyone turned to look right at you.
You gave a small gracious smile before looking straight at Regulus. His mouth dropped momentarily before turning into an instant smile the moment that he saw you. You didn’t want to forget that particular facial expression from Regulus for as long as you lived.
James squeezed your hand.
“That look tells me all that I need to know.”
James whispered. He was pleased that Regulus looked like the happiest man on the planet. James was afraid that Regulus would look at you with that bored expression that he wore 95% of the time. The last thing that James wanted was for you to be sad on your wedding day. Thankfully, James clearly didn’t have to worry.
At the end of the aisle, Regulus stepped forward to eagerly take you from your brother. James gave him a look that said “You fuck this up, I’ll fuck you up.” Regulus really couldn’t blame James for being a protective brother. He would most likely feel the same if the roles were reversed.
Holding out his hand, Regulus smiled when you didn’t hesitate to grab onto him. You gave him a sweet smile before stepping closer.
“You look beautiful!”
Regulus said in a soft whisper. You squeezed his hand wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around his neck and know that he was yours forever.
“Have you seen how great you look?”
You replied, earning a smirk from Regulus. As the minister started talking, you found yourself glancing back to Regulus. You couldn’t help but be proud of him. Not only did you have the best-looking groom on the planet but he was everything that you could have wanted.
This has been a long time coming…
You thought with a smile. Of all of the negativity that the two of you had been through over the years…it was all worth it. The two of you were soon-to-be man and wife. Nothing would disturb that. There was no longer a war to worry about, the worries of death, nothing…just happiness.
“Kiss you bride.”
The three words that you wanted to hear the most were finally uttered. Regulus turned to look at you once more with a smug little smile before leaning forward. You waited all of two seconds before eagerly stepping forward as Regulus’ mouth met yours. The kiss was soft, everything that the first kiss of a husband and wife should be.
Regulus was the first to pull away. He leaned his forehead against yours to savor the moment.
“Forever.”
He murmured before going back in for another kiss. You placed a hand on his cheek before nuzzling your nose against his.
“Forever and ever.”
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tswwwit · 1 year
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Have a short thing of pointless fluffy bullshit, brought to you by mindlessly going through radio stations while bored and driving.
Dipper catches sight of yellow in the corner of his eye, and starts glaring. 
Being caught singing to himself isn’t the worst. Bill’s seen that before, teased him about it before no less - but this time? 
This time, he’s not going to get as far as he thinks. 
Before Bill can start, he points his toothbrush at his stupid grinning face in the reflection. “Don’t even start.” 
“Aw, sapling, look at you! What a massive nerd.” Bill spreads his arms wide, stalking forward. Dipper makes a noncommittal grunt, brushing his teeth again as Bill moves in for the kill. “You weren’t even born when that song came out, and you know it by heart! What’d ya do, wear out Stanley’s old record player in your moodier teen years?” 
Augh, Dipper hates it when Bill’s… insightful. Living in the middle of nowhere with spotty internet, the easiest way to get music was by digging through Stan’s old collection. 
Anyway, Bill’s taken the wrong tactic. BABBA kind of rules, and Bill’s taste in music - when it’s not way weirder-  is way older. 
“Ha! Knew it. It figures.” Bill tsks, shaking his head at Dipper in the mirror. “You gotta get out in the world more, kid. Spend less time with some outta touch old man.”
“You can say that again.” Dipper mutters, through foam and brush alike. He spits in the sink, wiping his mouth while his ancient, immortal demon husband makes a face behind him.
“Rude,” Bill responds. He didn’t miss the double-talk; if anything he’s grinning wider. He’s also wrapped his arms around Dipper’s waist, just above the towel. “I’m way more in touch than anyone else you know.”
Technically correct. If you’re into multi-layered conversations. Dipper rolls his eyes anyway. 
“I mean it. Don’t. Start.” Dipper jabs the real Bill in the chin with the toothbrush, watching his nose wrinkle up at the foam on his chin. “You’re playing with fire, Bill. I’ll use it.”
“Oh?” The smile is, if anything, more smug. “Go on!”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Why not?” Bill rests his chin in Dipper’s hair, thus sharing the mess. “Go for it, sapling. Let’s see this-”
Dipper doesn’t wait for Bill to finish his taunt. He’s already snagged his phone from the bathroom counter, scrolling through for his perfect retort. 
God, he was hoping Bill would open with that, and he has. Now Dipper can use his secret weapon.
“Aha!” Dipper turns around in Bill’s arms, brandishing his evidence right in Bill’s face. “Take that, asshole.”
Bill leans back a bit, eye squinted to get a better look. Dipper guesses he was holding it a little too close.  
He takes a second to focus on what Dipper's showing him - then gasps.
“Why, Pine Tree!” Bill exclaims. He sounds scandalized, which is great. And… delighted. Which isn’t really what Dipper was aiming for. “Going around snapping creepy pics of the biggest demon celebs, huh? A real paparazzo.” Bill clasps a palm to his cheek, fluttering his eyelashes. “You pervert.”
“I- What?” Alarmed, Dipper checks the picture he took again. 
Shit, right. He had a towel on for his show - but Bill didn’t. 
Dipper was so proud of his find, and so used to Bill, that he simply didn’t take it into account. If Bill wasn’t half-turned away in the shot, it’d be completely indecent.
“Okay, shut up. That’s not the point.” And there's another one of those to make - “And we’re married, anyway.”
“How many of these have you got around, huh? A dozen? A hundred?” Bill leans in again, grinning wide. Dipper feels himself turning red, he doesn’t - this was - “Been waiting for me in some tight pants to get a better view of the outline?” The smugness is palpable; Bill’s implying so, so much that’s wrong, and he revels in it. “Lemme know if you need a model for your next-”
“I can hear you in the shower just as well as you hear me,” Dipper interrupts, before Bill can completely change the topic. Though he has to admit, it was a nice try. “I’m not the only one serenading himself, am I?”
Bill’s jaw shuts with a click, and a little huff. Looking annoyed, now that Dipper’s re-railed their conversation.
“I caught you,” Dipper feels a triumphant smile building, he tugs Bill closer by his tie. Let him try and escape now.  “Singing pop songs in the shower.”
“Ugh. Sure I was, what’s your point?” Bill shrugs, nonchalant. It’s almost like it barely affects him. “I’ll serenade whoever I like, and lemme tell ya - never met an ungrateful audience for long.”
“Oh yeah? In your own words - ” Dipper tangles his fingers around the tie, smiling now - “What a massive nerd.”
Bill’s nose scrunches up. His eye is narrowed; he’s leaned in close enough to cage Dipper against the sink. 
Not that it matters. Dipper’s won this round.
“Takes one to know one, Bill.” Dipper jabs his idiot husband in the chest, with no small amount of pride.  “You can’t make fun of me when you do the exact same thing.” 
“Sure I can!” 
“What?” Dipper gives him a little push, annoyed. Bill certainly doesn’t look like he’s lost; he’d hoped this would deter him longer.
“‘Cause you get embarrassed about your little bathtime ballads.” Bill pats Dipper’s sides, looking pleased. “Have you seen the colors you turn? Look in the mirror sometime, kid. No way I’m missing out on those.” 
Ugh. Of course. Stupid Bill; Dipper didn’t think this would stop the teasing, necessarily, but he’d hoped it’d buy him more time. Guess he’s got more of this to look forward to, Bill’s impossibly persistent and he never gives up when he spots a good time to be had.
He turns back around, rolling his eyes. “I need to shave.” Behind him, Bill grins, wide and insane - a bright flash, as a straight razor appears in his hand - “Back off, Sweeney Todd, I’ll do it myself.”
Bill sticks out his tongue, but settles down. He leans up against Dipper’s back as he shaves, eye looking off into the distance as he contemplates something. 
Maybe Dipper’s going to hear an earful about this every time Bill catches him - but really. Joke’s on Bill, this time. If he thinks he’s gotten away scot free, he’s got another thing coming. 
Bill says he’s not embarrassed about singing in the bath? Well. Dipper has some choice commentary to make about his taste in music. They’ll see who’s turning colors when Dipper teases him right back. 
“So! You doing anything this evening?” Dipper glances at him in the mirror again. Bill’s wearing a delighted smile on his face. Like he’s just had an excellent idea, and he’s altogether too pleased with himself. “Just saying, I know a great karaoke bar on the other side of  the solar system. Huge playlist. Great drinks! And it’s been a while since I hit up the place.”
Dipper wipes his face, thinking for a moment. Sure, he wasn’t really doing anything. Bill’s warm and close, fingers tapping on his stomach and bouncing slightly on his heels. Waiting for an answer. 
“Well, kid? You coming?”
Dipper sighs, and despite himself, starts to smile. 
Okay. Maybe he’ll let Bill’s bad taste in music slide for the evening. There’ll be plenty of chances to tease later, and he can’t pick every song.
Who knows? Maybe they’ll find something terrible they both like. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“Yeah, alright. Why not.” Dipper relents, and watches Bill beam at him. Feeling squeezed tight, and hearing him start to cackle. He cups a hand over Bill’s, meeting his eye in the mirror. “It’s a date.”
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phxntomsdusk · 1 month
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Past life - Klepto!Wilbur x GN!Reader
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note: it’s pre-death klepto!wilbur !! this is gonna def make someone sad so i apologize in advance- i can’t let my bursonas live in peace, they always gotta be traumatized. Also relationship between Wilbur and the reader could be platonic or romantic, whichever you want :)
summary: you finally figure out what had turned the poor boy into a soul snatcher.
warnings: hella angst, mentions of death, swearing, self hurting thoughts/actions, comfort at some parts, parents fighting, divorce, alcoholic father, details of death, you probably will cry if you love this character
tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @haunted-headset , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @lillylvjy , @toastyliltoasts41 (ask to be added!)
word count: 3K
You never expected to get close to the very man who was meant to take your soul, but here you were, comforting him as he cried to you about everything that led up to his very passing. He never told you any of this before, let alone trusted you knowing any of it.
You had found out so much. About his sister, his parents, his death, his first love. It was so heartbreaking.
Him and Wilma barely got along. The two were polar opposites, with her having many friends and constantly at other people’s houses, and him only talking to one person and spending most time in his room. He had tried his best to get on her side, but they just never saw eye to eye.
His best friend was Ryan, also his first love. He always thought something was wrong with him for loving a boy, but couldn’t help it. He was beautiful, perfect, everything you would want in a partner.
His parents got divorced when he was young, his mother taking custody of Wilma while he got stuck with his dad. Him and his father had a rocky relationship, while his mom completely stopped visiting after so many weeks.
During the summer Wilbur always found himself sitting atop the hill behind his house, sitting under the old oak tree and reading books his mother had gifted him. He always loved dark themed stories, ones that left readers confused and disturbed. His sister never understood his liking for these books, always finding herself reading romance and cliche teen girl stories. She would sometimes join him under the tree, but their calm and peaceful moments never lasted long.
He could hear the crunching of branches behind him, glancing around the trunk to see Wilma approaching in her sundress. She awkwardly sat down next to him, leaning her head back against the tree and sighed. “They’re fighting again.” She mumbled quietly, moving her head against his shoulder. He quickly nodded and began to read his book aloud to her, making sure she could also follow along, he tilted the pages in her direction.
It was moments like these that made him grateful for his sister, a smile always stuck on his face as she embraced him, even if it was just for a source of comfort.
“I loved her for her silence. Or maybe I just understood it.” He read the words out loud, before being interrupted by Wilma. “Do you ever feel that way?” She raised a brow, sitting up straight and brought her knees up to her chest. “Feel like what?” He placed his bookmark on the page, putting the book down in his lap. “Silent.. just wanting to be quiet. Maybe it’ll fix whatever the hell is wrong with them.” She gestured towards the house, where you could see two arguing and yelling figures in the kitchen window, to which she frowned.
“I get what you mean. Don’t worry, they’ll stop.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, watching as she hesitantly nodded and sighed. “Hopefully. I honestly can’t wait for the day they divorce and send us off to Aunt Tiff’s.” She chuckled lightly, earning a laugh from Wilbur. “Doesn’t sound too bad, actually. Then we can visit the sea each morning and stare out at the horizon.” He smiled at the idea, to which she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You and your bloody daydreams.” She laughed and nudged his arm, before their mother shouted for her to come back inside. “I’m, uh, gonna go. Bye, Wil.” She quickly stood up, dusting off her skirt and rushed down the small hill.
If only they had more time, Wilbur thought. More time to actually treat one another like a person. More time for him to finally feel loved by someone in that dreadful house.
He sighed and opened his book again, picking up where he had stopped with a sorrowful expression, trying to ignore the tears that welled up in his eyes the second she had walked away.
That following spring, just as Wilma predicted their parents filed for a divorce. But instead of being sent away to their aunt’s home, Wilbur was dragged away by their father and taken to a small shitty apartment downtown. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye to Wilma before he was on his way to a new home.
Of course he had her number, but he doubted she would even answer while with their mother. He simply stared out the window with a hurt expression, sniffling quietly but was told to shut up by his father.
Arriving at the apartment wasn’t any better. It had one bedroom, leaving him to sleep on the small futon placed in the living room that merged into the kitchen. His father didn’t seem to care and walked past him, heading into the bedroom with his bag and slammed the door shut.
“God damnit.” He groaned and grabbed the bag his dad packed for him off the ground, making his way to the futon and tossed it atop, before sitting down and frowned. He could feel each and every spring poking against his legs, causing him to quickly stand up and look for a blanket or pillow to lay down over it.
He knew his dad was a loser, but this was a new all time low. Leaving his only son with nothing but a small duffle bag with a few shirts and pants, no self care or anything. How would he manage to survive this?
“Wil! Get me a drink!” The shout from his dad made him internally cringe, clenching his jaw as he obeyed his words and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, of course only filled with beer and water. He figured which one his dad wanted, grabbing the coldest one he could find before walking towards the bedroom.
He didn’t bother to question how his dad already had this place, stocked the fridge with only two types of drinks, and didn’t even bother to get proper furniture. He simply entered the room with a blank expression, putting the can on the bedside table before walking out, sighing quietly to himself.
“When will this shit get better?” He ran a hand over his face, before checking the time on his watch and saw he should at least try to sleep. Of course the futon was extremely uncomfortable, leaving him to use his bag as a pillow and he just slept in the clothes he wore all day.
As before he had mentioned Ryan, the very boy he had fallen in love with, the boy he hoped to confess to on this dreadful day. It was the first time in months that Wilbur had been back at his original home, mostly visiting his mom and Wilma, but when talk of Ryan coming over came up he couldn’t resist.
He was waiting at the hill, reading his book, but had himself facing the residence so he could see when his love would arrive. When the sudden sight of blonde hair and a red shirt appeared, he knew it had to be him.
“Ryan!” Wilbur shouted happily, rushing to stand up, leaving his book to sit wide open in the dirt. He rushed down the hill, stumbling slightly off the sidewalk and into the road, looking up to meet Ryan’s gaze. “Wow, Wilbur, be careful.” He chuckled lightly, glancing back and forth before he was about to cross.
But that’s when everything had changed.
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Within only a few seconds a car horn could be heard, causing Wilbur’s gaze to divert to his right, seeing a white light nearing him. It was as if in the blink of an eye he was there, and then he was gone.
“Holy fuck! Wilbur!” Ryan quickly rushed over to him, holding up his head and placed a hand on the back of his neck, inspecting the wide gash he had just gained. The rushing footsteps of Wilma and his mother could be heard, a terrified shriek escaping his sister’s mouth as she knelt down next to him.
He could barely comprehend anything happening, he just felt so lightheaded and groggy, barely able to keep his eyes open as the taste of metal filled his mouth. He stared up at Ryan, tears filling his eyes as he weakly lifted a hand, only to be turned down and handed off to his mom, while he heard the tapping of a phone and soon the dialing of a call.
He didn’t understand what was happening. Was he dying? Was this really how his life was going to end? On the side of the road at 15 years old, just days before he was meant to turn 16. Just days before he could spend the day with his family again. Why did this have to happen to him?
Of course, that’s the last moment Wilbur remembered being alive. The next thing he knew he woke up in the hospital, his family crying around him as he stared in confusion, only to glance back and see his own lifeless body in the bed. A large gash across his neck, nearing his face.
The emotions he felt were difficult to explain, he was glad he didn’t have to deal with his father anymore, but seeing the pain he caused everyone hurt. Seeing his sister slowly spiral into a moment of depression and pain, his mother sobbing her eyes out to the point she couldn’t stand, and his father.. nowhere to be seen.
It was all so overwhelming, with him quickly leaving the hospital and rushed down the street. Though he didn’t notice the locket that somehow appeared around his neck, not until a sudden shadow seemed to be following him, reaching out for it and trying to drag him back to where his body lay.
All he could do was try his best to ignore this feeling, instead tearing the locket off himself and throwing it behind him. His biggest mistake ever.
He furrowed his brows as he slowly stopped in his tracks, watching as his surroundings only became darker and more grim, colder and more dull. “What the hell..” he mumbled under his breath, turning around and trying to walk, only to bump into something.
He didn’t even know what he was getting himself into, not until he felt the sudden paint returning to his neck, his surroundings becoming visible again, except there were so many more people. So many people he knew had passed in that town. He recognized an old shopkeeper who had lost his life during a fire, the burn marks still on his face and hands. He quickly walked over to the man, hoping he would have an answer.
“Mr. Williams?” He spoke in a quiet tone, watching the man turn to face him with a warm smile. “Wilbur? Is that you? My, you’ve gotten big.” His tone was welcoming, until he had taken notice of how young Wilbur was. “Aren't you quite young still? You shouldn’t be here.” He frowned and walked closer, taking note of the large gash on the side of Wilbur’s neck. “My, my. Such a shame.” Without another word he was gone, leaving Wil more confused than before.
Of course it didn’t stop here, how could it? He had become the Grim Reaper’s assistant after all.
It all started when he was simply walking past the hospital again, taking notice of a young boy outside the building, a locket around his neck as he stood there, always like he was waiting for someone.
“Hey, kid.” Wilbur approached him, raising a brow as he slightly bent down to meet his height. “Who are you waiting for?” His voice got quiet, watching the boy shrug and fiddle with the necklace around his neck. “I don’t know. I’m just here.” He pursed his lips, looking away from Wil.
He felt bad for the kid, he was dead and didn’t even know it. He quickly looked around the area, before crouching down and gestured towards the locket. “Let me see the locket.” He reached a hand out, watching as the boy hesitantly took it off and placed it in Wilbur’s hands. Engraved in the small emerald gem was an ‘H’. “What’s your name?” Wilbur looked back up at the kid, before standing up straight. “Henry.”
Before Wilbur could even speak again he was gone, causing him to state in confusion and disbelief. Where had the kid gone? He couldn’t easily disappear like that, could he? It was like Mr. Williams all over again.
He didn’t know what to do with the locket, and simply pocketed it, saying to himself mentally that he’d find a proper grave for it at some point.
But of course he didn’t. And he kept helping those lost souls finally rest in peace. It started with random people he found who looked lost, simply suggesting they give him their locket, to which they did. But once they got stubborn he took it upon himself to find their bodies and lead them to it, showing that they needed to hand over the locket so they could properly cross over.
He didn’t know he was truly helping someone this entire time, he simply thought he was doing the right thing. But with each locket he collected, he felt more power hungry for more. He wanted to fill his coat pockets, his drawers in the small house he claimed, the walls that had so many puncture holes from pins being pushed in and out.
Throughout this whole period of time, these months upon months, turned years of waiting for a change. He got one.
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You watched as he got choked up on his words, causing you to hold his face in your hands and hold him close. “Wilbur, take your time. What changed?” You spoke softly, furrowing your brows at him.
“It.. it was Wilma. I found her.”
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Just like he said. He found her. Wandering around the streets with a confused look on her face, her body hidden away in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, her tear soaked cheeks shining in the dim moonlight.
“Wilma?” His voice called out, rushing over to her with a confused look. His eyes locked in on the locket she wore, trying to ignore the intense urge to snatch it from her. “How are you here?” He placed his hands on her shoulders, watching her look up and get choked up on speaking.
“I wanted to see my brother again, Wil. It’s been years.” She quickly pulled him into a hug, crying heavily into his shoulder, her arms wrapping tightly around his torso. He instantly hugged her back, a hand on the back of her head as he held her close. “How old are you, Wilm?” He spoke quietly, listening as she struggled to answer. “20. It’s been 5 years since you passed.”
He knew she couldn’t have passed from natural causes, suspecting one thing that he didn’t want to assume. “Did it hurt?” He spoke quietly, feeling her shake her head against him, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. “Thankfully no. I just.. it’s hard without you, y’know.” She pulled away from their hug, frowning slightly as she placed her hands on his face, smiling at the sight of him.
“Still young as ever. I’m jealous.” She chuckled softly, watching as he smiled at her words, nodding and nervously looked down. “Listen.. Wilma.” He sighed and gestured towards the locket she wore, biting the corner of his lip. “If you wanna fully pass over, you’re gonna need to hand over the locket.”
Her face somewhat dropped, clutching the green gem in her hands as she shook her head frantically. “What? No! I just got to see you again after 5 years, how could I leave so quickly?”
“Wilma, you have to. It’s not smart to stick around for so long without crossing over.” His tone became much more demanding, staring her down as he tried to get her to just agree with his words. “Do you do this to everyone you see? What the fuck has gotten into you?” She took a step back, glancing down at his coat pockets, seeing a shine through them. She was quick with her actions, reaching forward and snatching a few, before running off in the other direction. “Wilma! What the fuck?!” He quickly rushed after her, trying his best to catch her before she did the worst thing she could think of.
She had found her way to a graveyard, letting out a shaky breath as she thought quickly. She picked one of the lockets and dug a small hole in a grave, shoving the locket inside before packing the dirt down, watching as the green gem glowed through the brown muck. “Holy shit..” She muttered under her breath, before crawling towards another grave, doing the same thing as before, hearing as Wilbur’s footsteps got closer.
“Wilma, what are you doing?” He panicked as he saw the glows through the dirt, staring at her with a look of betrayal and hurt. “How.. how could you!” He rushed over to try and unbury one of them, but before he could, it was gone. “Wilma, what did you do?” He stared at her with confusion, watching as the glow of the other’s died down.
This was the moment he knew the two of them would probably never see eye to eye again. He had spent years collecting lost souls, and now all of sudden Wilma is back and somehow managed to return souls to earth. He didn’t understand, simply staring down at the empty dirt mound, feeling his stomach drop.
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“So, that’s why you and her don’t talk anymore?” You quirked a brow up, watching him note and fiddle with the small locket he had in his pocket. “Yeah. Ever since then I haven't seen her again.” He sighed and looked over at you, leaning his head on your shoulder.
“It’s harder for lost souls to cross over now. She’s constantly searching for them.. burying the lockets in the graveyard. Before I can ever get them they’re back to earth.” He spoke quietly, an annoyed look forming on his face. “It doesn’t always work out sometimes..”
You looked down at him with a confused look, lightly wrapping an arm around him. “What do you mean?” You spoke quietly, leaning your head on his.
“Staying silent.”
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Killed Someone For You
Corey Cunningham x fem!reader
Warnings: graphic violence, kidnapping (not by our boy), Corey kills multiple people (they deserved it), some angst, etc
Authors Note: For the record, I do NOT condone murder. But Corey deserves a little as a treat. ANYWAY I hope ya’ll enjoy this first non smut fic in the Corey series. It will be back for the next part, I swear!
Splat.
You heard something hit your window late at night. You groaned as you woke up, checking your alarm and seeing that it was 3 am. You looked at your window and saw the remains of an egg. Oh great, you thought, someone’s being annoying. You grabbed the baseball bat you had on hand for protection and put on your slippers. You were gonna beat someone up tonight. You angrily went to your door and flung it open, noticing a car outside your house. Teenagers. Why weren’t you surprised? Probably found out where Corey Cunningham’s girlfriend lived and decided to be dicks.
“Hey assholes!” you yelled, “you picked the wrong fucking house!” You began to stomp towards them threateningly, swinging the bat around. The group of teens all laughed, and you recognized them. They were an annoying group that had harassed you and Corey while at the grocery store just a month ago. You had rolled your eyes at their remarks then, but this was just plain rude. Suddenly from behind, someone grabbed you. You struggled to kick at them, but it was no use. The teen guy was much stronger and taller than you, and the whole group got out of the car. One girl held what looked like rope while another held a flashlight.
“Look at the freaks girl! She’s a freak just like him!” one of the boys yelled, picking up your bat and throwing it in the back of the truck. Together, the group tied you up and placed you in the back of their truck. You were rather annoyed, trying to tell yourself that they were just gonna pour water on you and laugh at you or something. But you knew what this town was capable of. And you knew people had gone after Corey so many times, it was bound to happen to you too, you guessed. You struggled against the bindings, more annoyed than anything. You hoped that someone had seen what was going on and would step in to help. But your luck, no one did. You were put into the back of their truck before being driven away to god knows where.
A figure on a motorcycle came up to your house, watching the truck in the distance. And that figure was fucking pissed.
They drove for what felt like hours and hours, laughing and pointing at you like you were an animal in a cage. You just glared, not being able to talk since the group gagged you after you tried to bite one of them. You tried to listen in on their conversation but couldn’t make it out at all. One of the girls was in the back with you after you tried to roll out of the truck, and she held your bat. You didn’t feel like getting beaten tonight.
Finally, the car stopped at a bridge. Your stomach twisted, recognizing the bridge. It was one you passed by on your way to work every morning. You knew how high up it was. A fall from it could seriously injure you, break several bones. The group cackled as they all jumped out of the car, the five of them gathered around you. “Say freak, any last words before we shove you over?” one of the guys taunted as he removed your gag. “Yeah, and it’s I hope Michael Myers rips your guts out,” you said with a grin. The gag was shoved back into your mouth and tied again. “God, she’s fucking weird,” one of the girls commented, “wonder if her boyfriend fucked her up somehow.” Two of the boys started hauling you over to the side of the bridge while you put up the best fight you could.
The group all turned suddenly at the sound of a motorcycle approaching. “Shit, a cop?” one of the guys asked. But no, that would have been too far kind for them. Instead, a figure in a bloody mechanic suit and a white mask hopped off, a bloody knife pulled from his pocket. The group yelled at one another, trying to figure out what was going on. “It’s Michael Myers!” a girl screamed. She was the first to be stabbed, falling over the edge of the bridge with one shove from the masked figure. The splat sound at the bottom rang in everyone’s ears. The girl with your baseball bat charged at the figure and hit him with it, but the figure was resilient. He not only took the hit, but he grabbed the bat and beat her with it. You and the three boys watched in horror as she was beaten to a bloody pulp right in front of you. And due to your bindings, you couldn’t run or even scream. The boys all ran for the truck, but the figure was much faster. One boy immediately had his throat slashed, and though you couldn’t see it, you could hear the disgusting gurgles and chokes. Another boy was beaten into the side of the car, rammed into it more like. The car itself took quite the beating. You were thankful you couldn’t see the kill, as it sounded horrible. You were certain you saw brain matter fly in the dark. The last boy managed to start the car before being pulled out, and you heard the snap of his neck before he hit the ground.
You shook with fear as the figure slowly walked toward you. Tears were coming out of your eyes so much that you almost couldn’t see, and your eyes themselves stung. What you thought was the bloody hand that would bring you eternal sleep was instead the one that held your face softly. You were so confused now. Why was Michael Myers touching your face? The figure began to loosen the rope around you, freeing you. The gag was taken from your mouth and the scream that had been stuck in your throat finally clawed it’s way out. You screamed and tried to get away, but the figure grabbed you and held you in place.
“Shhh, I’m sorry,” came a voice that was all too familiar. You stopped your attempts to escape and instead reached out to the mask, grabbing it and pulling it off. The concerned face of your boyfriend was revealed. “Corey?!” you asked, shocked. But your boyfriend was too busy fussing over you, “are you okay? Did they hurt you? Did they beat you?” “I-no. I mean, they were gonna…” your voice trailed off as you looked at the side of the bridge. Corey followed your gaze and you could feel as his hands gripped in anger. “They were going to throw you, weren’t they?” he asked quietly. You nodded. He brought you close to him, hugging you. You clung to him sobbing, finally letting out all the fear you had from the night. He stroked your hair softly, whispering, “it’s alright, you’re safe. I’ve got you. They can’t hurt you anymore.” “I was gonna die, Corey,” you whimpered, “they were gonna kill me.” He grabbed your face gently, having you look into his sad brown eyes, “no one’s going to hurt you while I’m around, alright? I promise. I meant it when I said I would protect you. I will do anything to protect you. I-I love you. And I can’t lose you.”
The back of your mind went back to what he said when he fucked you, how he would kill anyone who wronged you. The pieces of the puzzle were finally in place after so long of being scattered on the floor.
Corey was the one doing the killings, not Michael.
“Thank god,” you said as you watched the news station, “that guy had it coming.” Corey looked up from his phone in confusion, turning to you. You pointed at the screen that showed the recent victim, a professor from your college. The guy was a massive asshole who had a tendency to make his female students incredibly uncomfortable. It was either by flirting with them, or saying something so incredibly misogynistic that it put men from the early 1900’s to shame. You went home angry or miserable to Corey many times, complaining about him. You and the girls reported him so many times to no avail. Corey looked up at the screen and nodded, “yeah, he really did have it coming.”
“It’s you….it’s been you…oh my god,” you whispered. Corey looked down at the floor, “I didn’t want you to find out. I didn’t want to involve you, but when I saw them take you….all I could see was red. I knew something would happen if I didn’t stop them. I had to, I had to stop them. They were gonna hurt you. I couldn’t let that happen.” He sounded defeated, as if the weight of everything he had done was crashing in all at once. Corey held your face in his hands, rubbing your cheeks softly, “I understand if you hate me. I’m so sorry.”
And your heart broke at that.
You knew realistically you should be mad, and should call the cops. But you couldn’t. Not when he saved you. Not when he loved you, and you loved him more than anything. This wasn’t a murderer on a rampage, destroying a town. This was a sad boy who was finally able to stand up for himself and the one he loved. You had no doubt at least some of the victims had been killed in self defense, as a few of them were stabbed with a pocket knife. He was just defending himself.
Corey was tense as you sat there on the ground with him, not saying a word. He assumed this was the part where you left him, just as everyone does eventually. And could he blame you? No, he could never. He loved you too much for that.
You surprised him by hugging him back, holding onto him tightly as if afraid he would disappear. “Take me home, please,” you whimpered, “I don’t wanna be here anymore.” Corey scooped you up and put you on the back of his motorcycle, wrapping your arms around him as he started it. He sped away from the scene, feeling the comfort of you against him. You held onto him tightly as you always did. Soon enough, your house was in sight.
Corey carried you inside, setting you down on a chair in the kitchen. You laid on the kitchen table from your spot as you heard the sound of running water. Soon enough he came by with a wet rag, pressing it on your forehead. He slowly cleaned off the blood that had gotten on you before he took care of his own bloody spots. You sat there with the wet rag against your forehead for comfort as he took a change of clothes he had left behind, throwing his bloody mechanic suit into the washing machine. No longer covered in blood, Corey looked like he always did. You still couldn’t quite believe what he was capable of. The town really fucked him up, you thought sadly.
“Is there….is there anything you want to know?” he asked as he sat down in the chair next to you. “When did this start?” you asked. “It was before Halloween,” he said, “I was thrown over a different bridge by a group of bullies before being dragged into the nearby sewers. It was there…that I met Michael.” Your eyes widened. So Michael is alive. Corey looked down at his hands, “at first, I thought he was going to kill me. He was strangling me. But then, he just let me go. I left the sewers and ran into a homeless man who began to harass me. I killed him in self defense, but I found that….that I wasn’t too upset about it. Like it…made me feel stronger. More sure of myself. That I could stand up for myself. He was…my first victim.”
You felt nothing but pity for Corey as you listened. “Most of my victims were people that harassed me, but some were those who went after you. Like your professor. I ran into him at night one day, and all I could think about was you coming home in tears, telling me all the horrible things he said to you. I was so angry that I just…I just lost it. I went behind him and stabbed him multiple times until he wasn’t moving. That was the night I came home to you.” You realized he meant the night he was wearing his mask and had chased after you. The blood on the knife….
“Then there was Stacey Williams. I remember her from high school. I’ve seen her harass you multiple times, calling you a freak and shoving you around. You tried to stand up to her, but she never stopped. So I paid her a visit,” Corey continued, “I made it quick. She didn’t suffer at all. Well....not really. But all I could think about was you. How much she had hurt you. You said it didn’t bother you, but I know it did. I could see it in your eyes.”
You sat in silence as Corey told you everything. You almost weren’t phased, not feeling angry or sad. Most of Corey’s victims had it coming, and you hated that you shared that sentiment. Eventually Corey finished his story, looking at your with his sad brown eyes, “I’m so sorry. I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore, or ever see me again. I deserve it.” Your heart shattered again as you reached out to push some hair out of his face, holding his cheek gently as he did earlier. “Corey, I could never hate you,” you said gently, “and I’m never going to leave you. I promise. But I need you to be honest with me, and talk with me. I’m always here for you, no matter what.”
Corey didn’t expect that response at all. His mind was running with every worst case scenario that he never considered you would stay. He sobbed in relief before he even realized he was crying, and you held his face gently as you wiped away his tears. Even after slaughtering a group of teenagers, he was still your sad boy.
And you would stick with him no matter what.
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Author Note for fic - 2012 TMNT interpretation
This was kind of long for the Author Note of Chapter 3, so I’m placing it here instead. So, I don’t mean to do any bashing on “The Eldest Brother” fic, this is just some analysis / my interpretation  on the TMNT 2012 circumstances. 
Leo is a fan of Space Heroes, a series which often shows the captain “calming down” the junior by slapping him (uses physical violence as comedy relief). For someone that didn’t leave the sewers in fifteen years, they only have Splinter and the media to learn and imitate. He’s not being purposely mean, he just doesn’t know better.
Splinter struggles to separate Sensei role and Parent role. He often ends up mixing them up, which makes it hard for his sons to confide in him on certain things, so he is shown often giving the first step to help with what he sees his sons need. Like talking with Donnie in the Metal Head episode, with Leo about fighting unfairly to win, and Raph about ignoring the insults instead of letting them make him angry. This, of course, means that if he doesn’t notice something, the issue is not addressed or resolved. 
Mikey is the family baby (and has ADHD, you can pry this from my cold, dead hands) and that comes with: Babying, doubting his capabilities regardless of how many times he proves them wrong (he probably can’t stay still/be silent/ concentrate. Better be the bait instead of ambushing the enemy) considering him too distracted/childish to be trusted with dangerous or difficult stuff. The brothers’ default response for his ideas/opinions is, often, to dismiss them. Probably they don’t even realize how mean this can be at times, and even Splinter seems to think Mikey is childish/an airhead, so… yeah. Not resolved, at least at this point of time (S1 2012 series).
Donnie is expected to know everything, create anything, repair everything, to the point where he gets scolded when he doesn’t know something. “Why didn’t you tell me they had shields??” “Because I wanted us to fail. OBVIOUSLY I DIDN’T KNOW!” And although he has accepted the role and does so for his family, I think he’d not be too keen on working for others not close to him, hence the reluctance to make a Tphone for Rise!Raph, this stranger that claims to be another version of his brother but acts nothing like him. He’d probably not have this issue if it had been Rise!Mikey landing on their world. Too similar to be anything but the baby bro~
And 2012 Raph, much like his Rise!counterpart, prefers to turn difficult emotions into anger, and loves and wants to protect his family the best he can. He’s a little hothead and can be quick to  jump to conclusions, but that’s expected for most teens in general, if you ask me. Again, not resolved, at least at this point of time (S1 2012 series) but he does get some character growth later on from what I’ve been told. I haven’t watched anything after S1 2012.
Anyway, I usually don’t rant this much in the AN of my fics, but the TMNT fandom scares me (the 2012 vs 2018 discussions can get real mean), so I’d rather “justify” things here than go individually in the comments. Circumstances for each TMNT version are different… please don’t insult ppl if they like one version more than the other, and, is ok to be able to criticize the ‘flaws’ of each show and still like them. 
Welp, hope you enjoyed the read!(Or will enjoy it, if you happened to see this note before I publish Ch 3 haha) 
This is the link for anyone curious. https://archiveofourown.org/works/42638430/chapters/107105004#workskin
 See ya’ around~ dEBB987
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Thomas Barrow x Sister!reader - a day off
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Hey, could I request a Thomas Barrow x teen sister reader (I think I have a bit of a obsession, I just love Thomas 😅) set during the last episode of series 4 when the servants all go to the beach. Just wholesome brother sister time, maybe with a dash of Miss Baxter and Jimmy! Maybe Thomas watches as Jimmy and Miss Baxter play with sister reader and Thomas gets a bit jealous, either miss Baxter or mrs Hughes encourage him to relax and spent time with her. the Barrow siblings banter and he ends up chasing sister reader around the beach (I don’t know if it is within character for Thomas but seeing how he interacts with the children a Downton later in the the series I think it can be within reason 😂) - Anon💜
You had never been to the beach before, you didn’t know what to do or where to go, so you hung near the edge unsure about what to do with yourself.
“Come on, you can relax.” Miss Baxter smiled.
Looking up at the woman who had been around your whole life, supporting you and your brother, you frowned a little bit.
“I don’t know what to do…” you mumbled.
You did try to find your older brother, yet he was absolutely no where to be found, so you looked back at her.
Reaching out, you took her hand and shuffled a little closer to her side.
“How about we start simple?” She asked.
“Like what?” You asked.
Miss Baxter smiled down at you and led you further on to the beach, over to where some of the men were playing some sort of ball game.
Standing behind her, you watched them a little unsure.
“Can we go to the water Miss Baxter?” You asked.
“Of course we can.”
She walked over to the waters edge and you knelt down, resting your knees in the sand as you watched it.
Miss Baxter smiled down at you, and she looked over as Jimmy walked over to the pair of you, standing next to you on the other side.
“What are you doing (Y/N)?” Jimmy asked.
“I have never seen the ocean before.” You said.
He laughed a little and crouched down next to you.
“Well, how about instead of staring at the water we see what games there is.”
You looked at him.
“Can Miss Baxter come too?”
“Of course.”
So that’s what the three of you did.
You wondered the beach, learned a few new games, built what were supposed to be sandcastles and ran around laughing and enjoying your time.
Your brother on the other hand was sat on a towel, watching you with a heavy frown on his face.
He hadn’t seen you smile and laugh like that since you were a little kid, and after spending many years away from you, he wasn’t sure how to interacts with you.
He always said or did the wrong thing.
More often than not Thomas said or did something that would upset you, or make you angry with him.
He never meant to, but he had lost touch in how to interact with you. He was so used to how he behaved around all the others, it’s how he automatically behaved around you as well.
And he was accidentally pushing you away.
Sighing a little to himself, he turned his attention back to his book, clenching his jaw a little bit.
“Sitting down here and moping will do you no good Mr Barrow.” Mrs Hughes spoke.
He looked up at her and narrowed his eyes a little bit.
“If you wish to spend time with your sister simply just go and spend time with her.”
“I see no point, she seems rather happy.”
“Yet you do not, sitting here and contemplating what you will do will just waste time.”
“Who are you to tell me what to do?”
Thomas turned away and looked at you.
“Thomas Barrow get up and go and spend some time with your sister.” Mrs Hughes scolded.
He looked up at her slightly shocked.
“If you do not I will send her over here.”
“She is fine.”
“You need to relax, spend some time together and get to know each other again. It has been a long time since you two were together, if you do not go see her now and try make amends you may never get the chance to again.”
With that she walked away.
Thomas sat there looking at his book, trying to focus, concentrate on the words on the page yet he couldn’t.
Because as much as he hated to admit it, he knew that Mrs Hughes was right.
He needed to go and make amends with you, spend time with you while he could before you all headed back to your hectic lives. Before he couldn’t spend any proper time with you for god knows how long.
Setting the book aside, Thomas pushed himself up with a heavy sigh and he made his way over the sand.
You didn’t notice him approaching you, but Jimmy and Miss Baxter did, and they smiled at him before leaving.
You were too busy standing in the waters edge, hands balled into your dress to hold it up so it wouldn’t get went.
You were smiling to yourself, kicking the water slightly, but unwilling to go any further than the ankle depth that you were already at.
“You are allowed to go further in.” Thomas said.
You made a startled noise, you turned around, mindful of your dress and looked at your older brother with a small smile.
“I know, but I cannot swim and have no intention of getting my dress wet.” You explained.
He nodded his head and looked around, clasping his hands behind his back.
“Come with me for some ice cream.” He said.
“What about everybody else?”
“If they want ice cream they can get it themselves. Come along now, before you overheat.”
You smiled a little more as you came out of the water, following him to his towel so you could dry your feet and put your shoes back on.
You got up again and trialed after him, looking around at everything.
“Why have you not played any games Thomas?” You asked.
“I’m far to old to play childish games.”
“Nobody is too old.” You beamed.
Thomas looked at you and he rolled his eyes.
“Even if I were not too old, nobody would like to play games with me, nobody likes me as you know (Y/N).”
You sat down at a table.
“I would play games with you Thomas, we used to play games all the time. I miss those days.”
Thomas took a small breath and he looked at you.
“I do as well, but times change, you know this.”
You shrugged a little at your bright and looked around before turning your attention back to him.
“Will you play a game with me?”
“What game?” He sighed.
You grinned from ear to ear.
“All of them!”
You finished your ice cream, waiting for him to finish before dragging him back to the beach to play games with you.
He didn’t want to, but he didn’t refuse either, he just went along with whatever game you wanted to play.
From building sandcastles, to watching you jump a little bit in the water, water the boys play their football and trying to make him join in.
He went along with whatever you wanted to do, because he just enjoyed spending the time with you.
And anyone that saw the pair of you couldn’t help but smile at you two finally getting along and spending time with one another
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Wrong On The Money (47)
part 47 of ?? | 1051 words | Teen+
Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr
Summary:
Eddie has never . . . done relationships. Before. Or yet. Whatever. It’s not that he doesn’t want to; the opportunity has never presented itself.  But he knows how they work in theory, and despite not quite being there with Steve, he still wants to do things right. So.
This chapter cranks the rating up from Teen to Mature, so... minors, maybe skip your eyes over the second half and just know that Steve really wanted to show his appreciation for the present Eddie got him.
47.
Here’s the thing. 
Eddie has never . . . done relationships. Before. Or yet. Whatever. It’s not that he doesn’t want to; the opportunity has never presented itself. 
But he knows how they work in theory, and despite not quite being there with Steve, he still wants to do things right. So. 
“Here,” he says, tossing the dice bag at Steve’s unsuspecting face as he slides into the Beemer. “Gotcha something.”
Steve catches it, of course, even though he looks bewildered. “Why?”
Eddie shrugs and picks at a loose thread trailing from his ripped jeans. He pretends to stare at the radio dials, but watches out of the corner of one eye as Steve tugs the drawstring top open and peers inside. “It’s, uh. Just a little something for the next time you play.”
He hadn’t gone to that many different game shops looking for them. Three wasn’t that many. It had proved one too many for his van though, which had overheated on the way home and is currently in the shop, thus Steve needing to pick him up—that’s neither here nor there. Steve upends the bag over one palm and Eddie all but holds his breath.
The dice that spill out are all a sunny, translucent yellow with a golden shimmer. Nothing like his black and red-veined set that he’s had since middle school, but. They match Steve’s room. 
He waits for a reaction, but Steve has gone still and it’s making his stomach twist with nerves. Shit. It’s too much, he knew it was going to be too much.
“Hey, if you don’t like them I can take them back—”
Steve cuts him off by kissing him. It’s a minute into melting into it and kissing back before Eddie registers anything else—the hand fisted in his t-shirt to haul him closer, for example. The kiss is quick by their usual standards, long for a moment between two guys in public. . . . But no one’s around to see.
The fact that Steve would risk it is doing something for Eddie, but that’s neither here nor there. 
“Thank you,” Steve whispers after he lets go. 
And Eddie knows, can tell just from the way he says it, that Steve is used to being the giver in these situations. That’s not really a surprise, girls in the movies and shit hardly ever give their boyfriends gifts. But Eddie had done it anyway because. . . . Well. 
Even if D&D isn't really Steve’s thing—because yeah, he had fun, but he was bad at the math parts and Will’s services will still be required if he plays again—Eddie wants him to know that he’s welcome. That there’s a place for him at the table, if he wants, and he doesn’t even have to bum off someone else’s stuff to take it. 
The next thing Steve does is turn the car off, which makes Eddie blink in surprise. “Uh, weren’t we going to see Ferris Bueller's Day Off? We’re gonna miss the previews, Stevie.”
“Screw the previews.” Steve is looking at him, eyes hooded and biting his lip. “Wanna go back inside?”
Stupid question. Eddie scrambles to get back out of the car. 
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“Wow,” Eddie says to the ceiling, breathless and warm. He feels like he’s floating, can barely feel his face enough to know what it’s doing while his higher functions are temporarily out, and it’s not even because he’s high. 
Steve props his chin on Eddie’s hip and there’s a satisfied grin in his tone when he asks, “So, how’d I do?”
“Woooow,” Eddie repeats dreamily. “I mean . . . damn, I should give you presents more often. You sure that was your first time?”
“I’m a fast learner,” Steve says, and it’s so smug that Eddie has to haul him up for a kiss. Can’t be helped, it’s gotta be done. (He can taste himself on Steve’s tongue.)
When Eddie lets him up for air again, Steve has a stupid grin on his face. It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. 
“My turn,” Eddie announces, and flings himself up into flipping their positions, settling over Steve even as he goes back to kissing him. (God, he could do this all goddamn day.) It’s almost terrifying how complete Steve makes him feel, but it’s . . . it’s getting easier to tell himself that Steve seems willing to stick around, even if it still feels a little bit like he shouldn’t. 
After all, who would go for Eddie Munson? He’s not made for good things. 
And yet, they fit. He trails kisses down Steve’s neck, down his chest and the scars that match his, down the trail of hair that leads further. Kisses him, swallows him down, and that’s it. Experienced ladies man Steve Harrington comes in his mouth, absolute hair-trigger, before Eddie even gets to try any of the things he had in mind. He barely manages to swallow, just shy of choking on it in a way that makes his extremities tingle, and definitely doesn’t get it all. Has to wipe his chin on the nearest unlucky corner of blanket after.
“Holy shit,” Steve gasps. “Holy fuck, Eds, that—I, god, sorry, ‘mso sorry baby. Was that—Are you okay?”
Baby. Jesus, Steve hasn’t called him that before and he hadn’t expected him to now. 
“Gimme a glass of water and ten minutes, and I’ll show you exactly how okay I am,” Eddie promises, grinning fit to bust his face even as he’s still trying to catch his breath. 
Steve’s expression goes happy and soft, as though he’d needed Eddie’s permission to bask in the afterglow, and it has Eddie clambering up to kiss him stupid. They melt together in a tangle of lax and sated limbs.
“Good boy,” Eddie adds, murmuring against Steve’s kiss-bitten lips, and grins into the delicious shudder that runs through his. . . .
“Boyfriend?” Steve suggests. His voice is so small and tentative, an offer nudged carefully across the bargaining table. It bleeds hopefulness the whole way, as though there’s some chance that Eddie might hear Steve Harrington ask him to be his boyfriend and shoot the guy down. 
Not a chance in hell. 
“Holy shit yeah,” Eddie says in a rush, and then he’s kissing Steve eagerly, hands winding through his hair and tugging at the roots exactly how he knows Steve likes. 
They miss the entire movie.
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I'm sorry could I ask for a tonny x reader where they basically just.act like an old married couple because tonny's a literal peepaw..
PEE-
PEEPAW
OH MY GOD
not you already calling him peepaw bro.
Anyways-
Not me having to look up what old married couples do☠
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Tonny and you acting like an old married couple :]
Since the circus was running on a vehicle, you guys travelled a lot
like, a lot lot
so, you learned many new languages or the basics of them to communicate with the people
as you guys travelled pretty much around the globe, it was still fascinating to see what each new generation was able to create
from bicycles to motorbikes to real cars and also trams...
you bought some jewellr- ok no, Anthonn bought you some jewellry
Tonny purchased a camera
and let me tell you, he took more pictures of you than any other place
what can he say? You're the center of his universe
and that being said, Tonny likes to go with the flow, while you like to do it in the traditional way
you paint
and while he was busy photographing you, you were drawing him
(I think I spelled this wrong⤴)
it was also on those nice and warm summer places, where you guys were on a field, and just...enjoyed everything
away from the drawing, and forward to the culinaries!
with each country and new formed/founded city, you guys were always amazed by all the new food that you got to taste wherever you guys were
to the normal mortals, you guys looked like teenagers who were on a date
but well, since Tonny was a PEEPAW and you were a granny, you guys took your time enjoying things in blissfull slowlyness
whenever you guys would eat breakfast other than the circus, the 'adults' would scold you for coming late to school
you and Tonny had to stifle your laughter one too many times
with each new recipe which you and Tonny would try to replicate in the circus' kitchen, a new memory got made
you were actually surprised that you, nor Tonny or anybody else got Alzheimer's yet
it was truly amazing
you guys also like to go on walks????
why didn't I think of this sooner???
like, just hand in hand, relishing the moment of nature, or watching the real teens run around
poking at each other when you guys saw some fresh couples act shy around each other, reminding you of your earlier days
ah yes, wonderful memories
but you had pity with the children
you had all the time in the world while theirs ended by the drop of a needle
but, you did your best to give them as much advice as possible, even when you got weird looks from them
Tonny frowned sadly upon you consoling a heartbroken girl, a poor man, a child that lost its parents...
he also felt like it wasn't fair
I mean, you guys could live forever in fun and party and doing some acrobatic tricks-
no, he didn't want to think about it
(and i don't want to make this any more angsty)
back to the now, where you and Tonny look at some of the pictures you guys took!
and you were laughing again, something Anthonn cherished very much
"Remember when you fell from the well? Gosh, you were soaked with turf water!"
"...yea...", cue to him looking at you lovingly while you cracked up like a hyena-
and you guys give each other new types of flowers???
everywhere you guys go, and you see a flower shop, it turns into a competition of who can gist the other one a new species of flowers
it's still a draw, after all these decades/or centuries?
(what do old people do else besides that?)
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Alrighty, let's stop here! I really have no idea what old couples do, cuz all i see them do is go to cafés and walk around?, nothing more.
Anyways, I hope you liked it!
Read you guys in my next post!
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