#but i just needed to do a lil warm up doodle

[thecynthh]

a little ink - C.S

summery - y/n is journaling in bed but chris gets bored of his phone and begins to play around with y/n's stationary.

notes - fluff <33333, chris is so boyfriend, i thought the fandom needed more fluff, short

a/n - hey yall, this is an apology gift because ive been bad on being active and writing so enjoy this lil thing i whipped up.

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i stationed myself on my side of the large bed with a little tray table on top of my bare legs. my shorts barely covered up to my mid thigh so the vent near me was absolutely chilling. i begin to go slowly when i'm trying to write a title for my next page, i began to journal when my boyfriends brother and my therapist recommended it to me, despite how simple matt’s was, I thought i could take it up a notch and make it a little cutesy. 

my pencil case was jam packed with highlighters, colourful pens and high quality markers, my concentration stays strict on the page in front of me, i tried to keep my penmanship neat while i'm trying to write something in cursive. a warm hand wraps around my ankles as i look down beside me seeing chris look at me with want in his eyes. “hi chris,” i simply say looking at the boy while i put the cap back onto my brush tip marker. 

“hi baby,” he looks up at me with a beaming bright smile, he just radiates good energy and love. he drops his phone beside him now playing a song instead of the various audios from tiktok. 

his hand sneaks up into my pencil case grabbing a yellow marker from it. he uncaps it and i feel the light pressure of it press down onto my skin, the yellow marker glides along my scar, he continues to draw past it to make a star out of the previously hurt skin. chris knew i was self conscious about my scars, it was a permanent reminder of the pain i went through in highschool. 

he didn’t care though. he continued to draw random doodles on my leg, moving on to my arms where more scars lay hurt, he switched out his marker for a different colour the more he explored. little hearts, stars and chris’ signature riddle my legs and arms, i feel his writing getting a bit faster. It looks like a sentence but i couldn’t quite read it.

 i stopped what i was doing a long time ago, now just admiring what he was doing. he was so focused on writing his signature on the larger line of a scar i had on my arm using the line from my body to represent the line through the dollar sign he always made whenever he wrote his name. 

he does a very magnificent heart beside his name, filling it in still trying to be very soft on  my skin as the ink seeps in. he plants a fulfilling kiss onto the scar now covered in orange ink, he looks up at me with a little bit of a knowing look painted on his face. “im sorry, it was only meant to be a little ink but your scars are beautiful, as is the rest of you.” his finger underlines the sentence imprinted on my skin as he reads it out. 

“chris i'm gonna cry oh my gosh. you are so cute, you know that?” i saw trying to hold back a sob. 

a chuckle escapes his smiley lips “i love you so much y/n” his lips make contact with the star that started the rest of the pseudo tattoos. i wish i could keep this image in my head forever, because this was a moment too precious to let go of.

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[forever-rogue]

if you haven’t gotten it yet, “nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!” for Eddie 🥹

AN | I’m not even gonna lie and say I’m not projecting with this. But here we are. I love a sweet, shy Eddie….and I might even have thrown in one of my favorite tropes for a little razzle dazzle. Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Drug Mention

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

here’s a lil part two if it should please you!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Eddie liked watching you. Holy fuck. He felt like a creep admitting that, even just to himself.

At least he wasn’t some sort of weird stalker…no, he was more of…an admirer from afar. Sometimes going unnoticed was nice. He’d learned a lot of things about you that way. He knew that if you were laughing too hard, eventually it would just turn into a squeaky wheeze that left you breathless. He knew that you had a tendency to cover your mouth when you were smiling because you were self conscious of having too big of a smile.

He knew that you liked wearing soft, pretty dresses and sweaters in all colors of the rainbow. He knew that despite the fact that you came off as quiet you managed to find your voice when necessary. He knew that you wore the same perfume everyday, and it managed to make his brain go haywire. He knew you were kind to everyone. He knew that you liked to smoke and drink sometimes and would come to him when you needed a fill. 

He knew that you’d always seen him even when he felt like he was invisible. He knew he loved you. Not…not love. Liked. Liked. Right? Love was too strong and there was no way that metalhead Eddie Munson was in love with the soft, pretty girl. No way. You were different from him, that was all. He was just fascinated by the vast differences. Surely that was all. If he was the dark, then you were the light and while the two could co-exist, they weren’t made for one another. That’s what he told himself anyway. If he believed it was just an odd fascination he had with you, it was easier to keep his distance. But that was already a challenge on its own, one that was wearing him down more with each passing day. 

“Eddie?” he blinked his way back into reality as he watched Dustin wave his hand in front of his face, “everything okay?”

“Just fine, Henderson,” he promised with a tight lipped smile. Before he was fully willing to let go of his little viewing party, he cast one final look in your direction and found you watching him. His heart rate increased tenfold as you beamed at him and gave him a small wave. He barely managed to raise his hand in response, surprised that you had caught him, and even more surprised that he had caught you doing the same thing. 

“Eddie!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hiya,” you’d spotted his unruly mop of hair from the distance and had practically run over to him, purposefully slowing down so you didn’t look too eager. He’d been doodling in his notebook but looked up at the sound of your voice. His full lips parted slightly in surprise at your appearance and his cheeks warmed up. What if you’d come to yell at him for starting? For being a creep? You sat down on the old bench across from him, “how’s it going, Eds?”

The use of his nickname made him weak in his knees, and he was thankful for the fact that he was sitting. He swallowed thickly and reminded him that there was no reason to be nervous, you were just another girl that he knew, “good, yeah. Fine. I’m good. You’re good…shit. How are you?”

“Are you alright?” you laughed at his stammering as his cheeks flushed a soft pink. He noticed that you’d gone to put your hand in front of your mouth again, and before he could  even think about what he was doing, he reached over and wrapped his ringed fingers around your wrist and gently pulled your hand away. You made a small sound of surprise at his delicate touch, “what was that for?”

“Your smile,” he somehow managed to regain some confidence, “you cover it up. Why?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged, feeling warm from his curious gaze, “I have a big mouth and big smile I guess. Some kids used to make fun of me for it. Just a habit to cover it.”

“You shouldn’t,” he insisted with a smile of his own, “your smile is beautiful.”

“There’s no need to tease me,” you gave him a small, closed mouth smile as you lightly swatted his hand away, giggling nervously. Ugh. Why did you still have to get so nervous around him? You’d known him for years, it shouldn’t be like this. It was Eddie. But that was the problem in and of itself - it was Eddie.

“I’m not,” his insistence was firm and from the determined look in his eyes, one that made your stomach somersault, you could see that he was serious, “it’s like sunshine. You should never feel like you have to hide it.”

You stared at him for a few, long quiet moments with your breath caught in your throat. Was someone as beautiful as him really complimenting your smile? You opened and closed your mouth a few times in search of the right words, but found yourself unable. There was plenty you wanted to say to him, but you couldn’t do it. Not this right now - not with the way he was looking with those soft, big brown eyes,  “umm…so anyway. I came here for a reason. Business purposes naturally.”

“Business,” he repeated as his heart dropped ever so slightly. He was trying to figure out if you were being serious or…not. If you were being honest, the business aspect had been the last thing on your mind but you’d chickened out from saying anything else and opted for that excuse, “mhmm. What can I do for you?”

“Well, you are the resident weed man,” you reached into your pocket and pulled out a few crumpled bills, “I’ve got $25 if you’ve got any to spare.”

“I…” sure, he sold weed to almost half of Hawkins and he’d sold to you several times, but when he just…couldn’t. He didn’t want your money, he’d rather have any other part of you that you would be willing to give him, “actually I’m fresh out. Sorry.”

“Oh,” your expression faltered slightly as you shoved the money back into your pocket. You wondered if he was telling the truth or just didn’t want to sell to you for some reason, “well, you are a busy man after all. I’ll try you some other time.”

“Sure.”

“Well,” your tongue darted out to wet your lips, a gesture not unnoticed by him before you gently tapped your knuckles against the table, “I guess I should get going then.”

You stood up and he followed suit, wiping his hands on his ripped jeans, “h-hey.”

“Hey yourself,” you teased back, watching a softness creep back into his eyes. 

“I-I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“I hope so,” you tilted your head to the side and gave him your biggest smile, halfway through reaching up to cover your mouth, but stopped yourself and flailed your hands around. He laughed at your silly gesture, “see you around, Eds.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If you had told Eddie Munson that he’d find himself on your doorstep on a late Friday afternoon, ringing your doorbell with nervous anticipation he would have laughed. He wasn’t the type of person to pursue someone. But you weren’t just someone. Not to him.

“Coming!” he heard your voice soft call out before he heard the sounds of what he was sure was you bounding down the stairs. Within a few moments, you’d pulled open the door, breathless and smiling happily, “Eddie! Hi! Wait…Eddie? What are you doing here? Not that I don’t want you here. Because I do! I mean - I, ugh, it’s a surprise is all. Pleasant surprise. I…”

“Yeah?” he laughed softly at your jumble of words as you bounced up and down your heels.

“Yeah,” you promised, “what are you doing here? Do you wanna come in?”

“No, actually,” he looked around before digging into his pocket and slyly holding out a small bag to you, “replenished stock.”

“Oh! Let me grab the cash,” you were already going to turn around but he gripped your arm lightly to stop you, “you didn’t have to come all the way over for just that, love.”

“No cash,” he insisted as you huffed dramatically. He almost choked on thin air at what you’d just said. If you’d noticed, you didn’t show any indication that you did. You motioned for him to go on, “I have…a request. Like a…quid pro quo or whatever it’s called.”

“So a favor for the weed?” you asked as he nodded, nervously scratching the back of his neck, “sure, anything you need, Eds.”

“Will you pretend to be my girlfriend?” he stammered it out so quickly you weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly. You raised your eyebrows in surprise and he sighed at himself, “there’s this gig tomorrow and these other guys have been bugging me about never going out and I told them it was because I was spending time with my girlfriend. It was the first thing I could think of and I just want them out of my hair.”

“Eddie,” you laughed, that sweet, soft sound that threatened to break him and get him on his knees in worship, “that’s so silly! You told them you had a girl instead of just saying you don’t like going out?!”

“It was the heat of the moment!”

“Eds!”

“Fuck, I know, I’m so stupid,” he groaned before looking at you with a softness you had never seen before in those ridicuslosuly beautiful eyes, “but it’s just for one night and it doesn’t have to be long, maybe an hour or two.”

“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time,” you were trying to keep your weak resolve from completely crumbling. The idea that Eddie had asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend, even if it was just for a few hours, made your heart practically sing. You might have imagined dating Eddie a few times…might have. But you’d never admit that. You definitely did not fall asleep while playing out all sorts of sweet scenarios between the two of you. Definitely not. Nope. You’d never once imagine him kissing you until you were breathless. Never. Or maybe more often than not.

“I’d owe you everything,” he pleaded and you couldn’t say no. It was only a few hours, what could go wrong? Plus, then you’d get to spend time with Eddie with no pretenses and with no need for excuses, “come on, sunshine. Please?”

“Alright,” you gave in and he let out a sigh of relief, “only for tomorrow right?”

“Right,” he nodded fervently, “and free weed for life or whatever you want.”

“Eddie,” you leaned in and before thinking too much of it, kissed his cheek quickly, “what time are you picking me up then, boyfriend?”

“How about six?” he asked, his cheek practically on fire from your kiss. He wondered if the rest of his skin would feel like that if you kissed him more. He was dumbfounded for a moment, his fingers brushing over the skin your lips had touched before he snapped back into reality, “m-maybe we can grab dinner beforehand or whatever, it’s not-”

“Perfect,” you promised and he visibly relaxed. Eddie Munson had never once been left this shy and flustered by anyone before. And yet here you were, doing it without any effort. He was an absolute sucker for you , “I, ugh…I’ll see you at six then.”

“See you at six, Eddie.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

She was all colorful pretty nails, cute dresses, and soft makeup. The warm, sweet smell of her perfume and natural scent had ingrained itself in his mind, and he wished it could have clung to his clothes, his pillows, everything. But, he realized, the issue was exactly that. He loved everything about you but no one would believe that Eddie Munson was dating a soft-spoken pretty little thing. No, he was going to need you to play the part completely - if you’d still be willing to do him the favor. Surely you could stand being grunged up and messy for one night. That was if you didn’t immediately laugh at the idea and slam the door in his face.

He knew that deep down, despite the pretty vision you presented, you were much more wicked and sinful. Just like him. Eddie had the feeling that the two of you were much more alike than different, even if it wasn’t obvious.

At six o’clock on the dot, Eddie knocked at your door and you opened it within seconds, as though you had been waiting for him. You had been. 

“Hi,” you were bubbling with excited energy at the thought of your date - even if it was pretend. He looked you over and found it almost endearing that you were dressed down in a hoodie and some old, threadbare pajama pants, “you’re just in time!”

“Gonna go out like that?” he raised an eyebrow as you looked down at yourself and sighed. You reached for his hand and started to pull him inside. 

“I need your help,” you insisted, “I couldn’t figure out what to wear. Will you help? It’ll only take a few minutes.”

His brain went haywire at the thought of not only seeing your room and closet, your sacred spaces, but helping you pick out clothes. He’d give you his own if that had been an option, “s-sure. Do you really-”

“Yes,” you shut the door and laced your fingers through his as you started up the stairs, “don’t worry, no one’s home. And even if they were, it wouldn’t matter, I already told them we’re going out.”

He couldn’t even think of anything to say to that. What could he possibly say that wouldn’t ruin anything? 

Once in your room, you shut the door and moved him so he was sitting on your bed. The fabric of the blanket was soft under his calloused fingertips and he was tempted to lie down and make himself comfortable. 

“Okay,” you turned around and pulled out a few things and tossed them next to him, “I have no clue what to wear, and I know this isn’t exactly my scene so maybe you could help?”

“Funny,” he grabbed one of the shirts you’d tossed towards him, playing with the soft fabric, “I was thinking the same thing. Are you sure you don’t mind getting down and dirty for one night?”

“Nope,” you insisted, secretly thrilled at the idea that you’d look more like him than your usual self. Sure, you liked soft, pretty things, but you liked things with a hard edge too. Just like Eddie, you supposed, “you’re the artist and I am but a humble muse.”

He almost choked on air at your words before he collected himself. He stood up and ghosted his fingertips along your jaw, the simple touch electric, “first - do you have a pair of scissors?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Stop squirming,” he had a nice smile. All teeth and dimples and magic. This close up you could see that he had the faintest sprinkling of freckles across his cheeks and nose. His eyes were a labyrinth of different shades of chocolatey brown and gold flecks; he was beautiful. You found it hard not to wiggle as he held your jaw and attempted to smudge black eyeliner under your eyes, “I’m gonna poke an eye out!”

“I can’t help it!” you giggled, “I’m ticklish and it feels funny!”

“Almost done,” he promised, his tongue sticking out in concentration. You stood as still as possible as he worked in silence for a few moments before he made a small sound of triumph, “there we go.”

He stood back and admired his handiwork, amazed by the difference a little dark, grungey makeup could make. You were just as pretty with it or without it. You nudged him with your hip so you could step in front of your mirror. You almost didn’t recognize yourself as you stood there in jeans that were now covered in various rips and holes, a fitted black shirt topped off with the red flannel that he’d run and grabbed from his van. As soon as he’d put it on you, you were enveloped in his warm scent and decided you would try to steal it. At least for a little while anyway. Your eyes were now lined with the dark smudgey eyeliner and your lips were a dark red. It was completely different from your normal look, but at the same time, it felt like you, “hmmm…”

“Hmmm,” he came up behind you and caught your eye in the mirror, “you don’t like it.”

“On the contrary,” you insisted as you turned to face with excitement written all over your face, “I love it. And your flannel. Which I’m totally calling dibs on by the way.”

“Oh?” he crossed his arms over his chest and you caught a glimpse of the bats he had tattooed on his forearm. You nodded confidently and he gave up any guise of being serious, “it’s all yours, sunshine.”

“I always get what I want,” you scurried back to the closet and grabbed a pair of converse, sitting down to slip them on. Do you want me? The question was on the edge of his tongue but he couldn’t quite get it out, “ready to go, love?”

“Y-yeah,” when did his voice go back to its prepubescent state? He cleared his throat and nodded, holding his hand out to help you to your feet, “let’s go.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were halfway through your shared stack of pancakes and milkshake at the small, out of the way diner you loved, when you caught him studying you intently. You swallowed the bite you had just shoved in your mouth before looking at him with wide eyes. Tapping your fingers around your mouth, you tried to find any crumbs or mess, “is there something on my face?”

“No,” he shook as he reached for his straw and took a long drink from the glass. You set down your fork and watched him curiously. This time he grew self conscious, “what? Something on my face now?”

“No,” you promised, worrying your bottom lip as you weighed over your next words carefully, “Eds? Can I ask you a question? Serious question?”

“Of course,” his heart was thumping wildly against his ribcage, and he was surprised you couldn’t hear it. He was sure it would burst through any second, “go on.”

“I know this is supposed to be a…fake date,” your voice grew quiet as you drummed your fingers along the tabletop, “but what if I don’t want it to be?”

“You don’t want to go through this? I-I can take you home…” 

“No, Eddie, it’s not that,” you insisted quickly as you leaned in closer to him, “what if I don’t want this to be a fake date but a real date instead?”

“Real?” he repeated as you turned your gaze away, finding it impossible to look at his face, “you want to go on a real date with me?”

“Yeah,” you chanced a look at him and he found him watching you closely, “I do, Eds. I-I didn’t mean to make this awkward so I, umm…I understand if you don’t want to-”

“I do too,” he settled his hand on top of yours, his larger one swallowing yours whole. His hand was warm and you couldn’t help but turn your hand over so his palm was touching yours, “I’ve wanted that for a long time. I didn’t think you’d ever actually want to go out with me and I figured that a fake date would be worth something.”

“I don’t even want to admit how many times I imagined asking you or you asking me on a date,” you admitted shyly, “I just didn’t think you’d ever like me.”

“What?” confusion crossed his features as his eyebrows almost shot up into his hairline. He giggled lightly and you couldn’t help but want to make him laugh like that again. You’d do anything to hear that sound, “you thought I wouldn’t like you? Now, I’ve heard it all. Seriously?”

“Don’t laugh!” you were smiling too, unabashed and excited, “you’re all cool and fun and I’m so…not.”

“You think I’m cool?” you nodded eagerly at his surprise, “I’ve got you fooled then. I happen to be a pretty big nerdy loser.”

“I guess I’m into pretty big nerdy losers,” you leaned and flipped his palm so it was facing up. You traced a finger lightly over the long lines, “is that yes then? Can we make this a real date?”

“Yeah,” he agreed readily as your face lit up, “the first of many I hope, sunshine.”

“I hope so too, Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #st

[bambisnc]

OK! [or, group projects w riize]

pairing : ot7 x reader! genre : fluff with crack delicately lined in cw/tw : food mention + use of caps wc : idk ,,

shotaro ,. ! - the mood maker!! - is the person who Socializes, helps to coordinate between the members, makes the gc, arranges meet-ups; just overall supportive and cheerful even if your team is doing literally nothing and is very likely about to get an F (D:) - shows up w like cut fruits for everyone, goes on coffee runs + writes encouraging lil messages on sticky notes and leaves them around/in notebooks etc etc - also x2 i see him as someone who like,... doodles on your people’s hands :( draws a smol star and writes something adorably cringe like “ur my star ^-^”

eunseok ,. ! - he’s the type of guy who’d take charge and delegate work to everyone; to put it simply : BOSSY AF. dare i say dictator coded even, but hey, he just wants this to get over with yk?? - bit scary to work w at first but when if he warms up to you he might would definitely indulge in a lot of partiality; assign you the easier tasks/the tasks that you prefer + if someone pisses him off he would, w the nicest sweetest smile ever, assign them the worst possible task.. - can be bribed if you offer to help w his work though sooo :) do w that what you will :) 

sungchan ,. ! - trust on me this, he’d be the one who’s always “busy” except in his case he probably fr is bc my guy is just into That Many extra curriculars - you call him up like hey where are you we’re supposed to meet at *insert name* coffee shop rn?? and he’d answer w all seriousness that his “rap music club members have a mandatory team exercise for which they’ve gone fishing and after he needs to prepare an ad for the video game club because he kinda insulted the ad making team and now they’re all on strike . oh and he has football coaching (as in he needs to coach like a bunch of tiny kindergarteners as a favor to some aunt) right in between!” - he’ll send all his work at like 4am tho dw ^^ sleep is for the weak.

wonbin ,. ! -perfectionist!!! he would be The aesthetic stationery + supplies guy with like pouches and pouches of pretty washi tapes, metallic coloured calligraphy pens, stickers and much more - would definitely call out people if their handwriting was bad.. - also he would totally use the project as an excuse to get to know whoever he’s interested in~ might offer to split the work into like duos and immediately choose you as his partner~ - prepare yourself for a lot of really obvious and goofy flirting..

seunghan ,. ! - ah yes the wise guy (genuine) (no why does he fr know everything about Everything) - puts out the most thought provoking, viewpoint shaking, world stopping arguments then half-slumps over the table and or rests his entire weight to lean on you and mumbles something about wanting to watch shin-chan >< he’s versatile (read : cute) like that - also would quite honestly go along w any idea no matter how bad it is <3 + seems super calm and composed but watch him be the most excited when taro suggests some team bonding at an arcade/festival :( <3

sohee ,. ! - he gives me manages stuff best under high pressure situations - if you’re freaking out about one of your teammates cough cough you can guess who it was having fumbled up and accidentally written down the wrong date and oh no your project is due tomorrow?! don’t worry! he’s got this :D - procrastinator at heart but for the right persuasion tactics done by ahem a certain someone (it’s you) he’d probably give it his all <;3 - also he’s an enabler at heart.. supports the ideas which he knows are going to be a trainwreck just for funsies

anton ,. ! - :(( he is Doing His Best okay - gets a bit overwhelmed due to the rising panic and chaos + leads to people being very partial to him but honestly yk he deserves it <3 - also a rich guy tm, would definitely ahem ahem pull some strings to get some extra fine quality materials~ - feel like he’d be good at research work + another 4am worker would definitely pester you to join zoom calls or ft you and be like hey!! look at this!! i did this!! is it good!! - as an excuse to show off to yuo splurges a lot for an end of the project celebration for sure

notes : inspired by very very real life events (wrote this in a zoom meet w my current group proj members ehe)! if you know me irl and feel like these are based off of you.. they're not!! you're simply hallucinating!!!! <333 + [m.list]

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[butterflyscribbles]

So I haven’t talked nearly enough about Mutant Mayhem yet but I saw it for the second time a few days ago and they have consumed all my thoughts have some random headcanons I’m dying I have to talk about them more:

⚠️(Spoiler warning for MM as well)⚠️

April

- Lives with her mom and grandfather on her mother’s side. Raised by a single mom who’s a veterinarian and her grandpa, a retired tailor and clothing retail manager, moved in after her grandma passed away a few years ago.

- Listens to way too many murder mystery podcasts and thrillers are her favorite movie genre

- Practices doodling a lot in the sides of her journal or class notes. She’s inspired by courtroom sketch artists and old biology journals.

- Swears like a sailor. Even more than Raph. Tries to censor herself around them but it only gets worse the closer they become as friends

- Becomes a sort of ambassador for the turtles and other mutants in the city. Anyone who doesn’t approve of them, goes through her…

- Favorite subject is biology, outside of working on the school newspaper of course

Leo

- Big time book worm. Has read a lot of the classics like The Great Gatsby, Catcher in the Rye, etc. which gives him an advantage heading into high school. His favorite subject is literature naturally as a result.

- Autistic, practically canon but just putting it out there

- Like April, he’s got a sensitive stomach under pressure. Nausea flares up all the time, especially at the sight or smell of blood. They bond over it. Nothing brings two people together like commiserating that your tummy hurts all the time🤝

- Hopeless romantic. Had fallen head over heels for a few other girls he spotted up top even before April came along. She was just…different. He watches a lot of sappy romance movies too they make him feel all warm and fuzzy.

- Love language is words of affirmation big time. He’s always about hyping up the people he loves and will defend them through anything.

Raph

- He’s the team medic in this iteration. He’s no professional but growing up he had so many injuries from being a scrappy lil dude that he picked up on how to take care of ‘em on his own and of course shares that knowledge with his bros and April later. He’s surprisingly gentle when he needs to be.

- He’s the most prone to nightmares/night terrors. The fact that Raph was the one to go seek comfort from Splinter in the tots scene is so important to me.

- He and Donnie are the anime enthusiasts. Hasn’t seen as many as Donnie but it’s close.

- Scratching his shell gently, especially up by the shoulder blades, is like an automatic snooze button. He passes out within minutes.

- Second biggest crybaby to Mikey. It happens when he feels any emotion too strongly whether it’s happiness, anger, sadness, etc. and he hates it. Makes him feel weak, which is why there usually is a lot of punching involved too.

Donnie

- Can’t swim and is the only one who actively dislikes getting into the water.

- He and Leo have been studying how to speak and write Japanese together for years. Don has picked up a lot from all the anime he watches.

- Is the most emotionally open version of Donnie to date. He’s always telling his family how much he loves them without restraint and is the first to ask what’s wrong if he picks up on someone acting weird or trying to hide something.

- To compliment the above hc, he’s insanely observational, like Sherlock level. They don’t know how he’s able to do it but his attention to detail and his ability to take that and create plans and get a read on people is baffling. If Donnie doesn’t get a good vibe off someone, believe him and run the other way. (Makes him really good at those spot the different puzzles too lol.)

- Loves to dance just like his previous incarnation before him:’) Bootyyyshaker9001

Mikey

- Is actually afraid of cats…growing up with Splinter, who would freak out at the sight of them, only taught him to freak out along with him. They are sharp and unpredictable.

- Other than that however he’s an animal lover. Had a few pet fish through the years that he saved after being flushed.

- Practically canon but the most physically affectionate by leagues. Constantly seeking a brother, adopted mutant family member, or an April to cling to.

- Super into musicals and is a actually a decent singer

- Can take a punch like nothing you’ve ever seen and can still be standing….but gets sick constantly his immune system is wack

#butterfly whispers #mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles: mutant mayhem #mm raph #mm april #mm leo #mm mikey #mm donnie #mutant mayhem spoilers #mm spoilers #more to come later probably

[leondickrider]

love languages | simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader + könig x gn!reader

💭 . . . first time writing for these pookie bears | wc. 561

synopsis: what is ghost and könig's live languages and how do they express them?

before you read: fluff, maybe angst???, seperate, not proofread or beta'd, listening to the entire ultraviolence album as i write this | warnings: mention of ghost's backstory (sa)

ghost

words of affirmation

this is most likely one of Ghost's bigger love languages but specifically when it's farther into the relationship if that makes sense ?? like after the "i love yous" and stuff simply bc he doesnt want to rush himself or you. he's also slow with relationships in general so... however, over text he is very passionate and literally floods your texts with compliments !!!!! he wants u to know you're the only one for him and stuff, even if he can't vocalize this all the time

physical touch

physical touch is one of those love languages that he barely expresses, he warms up to it as time goes on but w his trauma he has a hard time with physical touch esp in early months of ur relationship. however. after you gain most of his trust, hugs are a daily occurrence! however this one is very important to him since he never knows if he'll come back alive and if he's gonna die he wants to die remembering how your hands felt wrapped around him or something idk???

receiving gifts

he feels bad for his lack of physical affection, so he will buy you any gift you want and not expect anything in return :( these gifts range from lil trinkets he found while deployed and reallyyyy expensive jewelry you looked at a second time :(

quality time

his second favorite love languages bc it could range from sitting with him in silence, to going to a shoppe, to spending a couple hours binging on your favorite show

acts of service

most common since he feels like doing things for you makes up for all the things he feels he cannot do for you. like being there for you all the time. he's always deployed so he feels like he simply needs to do things for you with the time he can to make you stay (i worded this weirdly)

könig

words of affirmation

okok! social anxiety, i have it, and i understand that it affects everybody differently. but i feel that he is good with compliments/words of affirmation however he words them in a very odd way?? he's the type of guy to say "you have a round head" or something, but mean it in a nice way. HOWEVER he calls you the cutest pet names in german, "liebling" "maus" "mein kleiner pookie wookie bär"

physical touch

absolutely adores physical touch!!! esp if ur shorter since he likes looking all tall and strong with his lil partner clinging onto him likeee ?? he is a bit awkward at first since he isn't really a softie but eventually he becomes a big cuddly bear lmfao

receiving gifts

he really likes to receive gifts from you (not that he doesn't give you gifts, he's a literal colonel he makes enough money to buy you a diamond ring) but he love love loves little homemade gifts. like a little card with little doodles and a little message (even happier if there's german if u don't know german!!)

quality time

i think he enjoys private quality time the most, just in the house together and watching movies or playing games. he has social anxiety so he probably doesn't like leaving that much. especially not when he feels as if all eyes are on him the second he enters a room, esp w his height and his mask :(

acts of service

he'll grab anything you can't reach 😪 but yea acts of service type of guyyy

reblogs and replies always appreciated ty <3

simon "ghost" riley masterlist | könig masterlist

#vivi writes ౨ৎ #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #ghost #simon ghost riley #könig #cod #call of duty #cod x reader

[onmyyan]

A/N: Lil something sweet for ya Happy Valentine's!! Yandere Gotham Sirens X reader

TW'S: YANDERE, DRUGGING

Coming home to a cold, nearly empty apartment on Valentine's day was the last thing you wanted to do, but alas, your previous plans of getting baked and watching all five Twilight movies had to be postponed as sweet, kindhearted you agreed to cover your married coworkers shift so she could spend the love filled day with her wife.

Eight grueling hours later, here you were, shuffling in your house with a well earned yawn, when your eyes registered the hue of pink coming from the heart shaped lights on the wall, lights that you definitely didn't leave there earlier, all at once any tiredness you had left your body.

You definitely needed new locks. This was the first thought you had after taking in your fully decorated apartment.

Pink, red, and black streamers were pinned to your walls, a giant teddy bear with X's for eyes sat dead center on your couch besides him was your typical heart shaped box of chocolates but the front of the package had been doodled on, stick figures of a woman with pigtails and what looked like you littered the front, each in an adorable display of affection.

In the bear's fuzzy arms sat a red and black card tucked snug, when you picked it up a rainfall of gold glitter hit the floor, but before you could read said card your Tabby cat Socks sauntered his way into the living room, he rubbed against your legs in his familiar greeting, it was only then you noticed the new diamond encrusted collar wrapped around his neck, the gems twinkling in the pink light and before you could question that, he lead you back towards your bedroom, where an entire collection of shimmering gems and jewelry were laid out like a feast, the no doubt expensive items seemed so out of place against your cheap sheets, each item was placed with a care you couldn't help but notice, the small note beside it simply read, ' A gem like yourself needs to be locked away so no one can steal you, as such, you should also only have the finest jewels kiss your skin, this is just a taste.'- S. K.

A red lipstick stain sealed the small message.

Mind still reeling, your socked feet rushed back into your small living room, it was here you took note of what appeared to be your last gift.

The Venus flytrap sitting idly in your windowsill looked beautiful in the warm light, when you approached the carnivorous plant, it seemed to brighten up, actually reaching out to curl against your hand, sort of like a cat. Planted in the soil beside it was a note written in cursive. 'A beautiful flora for you my little rosebud, when and if I am not around to protect you, our small friend here eats more than flies.'-P. I.

You gaped at the scene, it felt as if you were dreaming, you tried in vain to wrap your head around it all when finally, you remembered the card in your hand and haistly opened it, glitter be damned.

'Happy Valentine's day Honey! Did we surprise ya? I know we did, hope we didn't scare you baby, you just looked so sad earlier! :( not okay for my Darlin' to be upset on this capitalistic holiday we all know and love! I personally could not let that slide, so me and the girls did a little somethin' small to show ya how much we care! Selena said I shouldn't bother with a long note because by now the drugs will be kicking in, but don't worry a single hair on that pretty little head, Ivy's a pro, bet your brains gettin' all fuzzy huh? Gotta be careful touching suspicious letters left in your place babes! Best part is, when ya wake up, you'll be home, your real home, and we're never lettin' go. Xoxo- your soon to be favorite. -H. Q.

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[fizzywashere87]

how would the rise or mutant mayhem twortlezzz react to have a short gremlin friend? Like would reader is short (maybe mikey's height or a bit taller) and she is a bit chaotic. Very blunt and slightly aggressive and at first seems kinda harsh but actually is very sweet once you get to know them. Also mood swings (me fr fr)

HELLO MY LITTLE SIBLING 😁😁😁I AM VERY EXCITED TO BE YOUR FIRST REQUEST AND I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WRITING THIS!!! YOU ARE SUPER RAD BRO-BRO KEEPING BEING AWESOME 😎

HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL SIS I COULDN’T WAIT TO START WRITING THIS TYSM FOR REQUESTING!! I hope this is good, uhm, as you know it’s my first time writing so I rlly rlly hope this turns out well!! Also I don’t know enough about the mutant mayhem turtles so i don’t know if i will be writing for them atm but…ENJOY!! <333

rise! Raph-a-doodle

Okay, we already know mans is big, he could pick you up and throw you either way, he wont.

If you’re shorter than Mikey i think he might notice but i feel like he would be indifferent

He will definitely hype you up short or not :))

As for big man here, he’s gonna pick you up like a mf ragdoll Lol I thought I was funny there

Lord forbid someone ever tease you for your height >:( ”Say it again and I’ll pound you like a boss!” why did i write that

But in a way more scary tone

Your friendship is obviously like the short gremlin and the friendly giant, why would I need to explain? your short and he’s tall incase you didn’t know

Cuddles are a must if you're okay with it (platonic cuddles are a thing)

Just lay on his plastron or disappear under his arm lol

As for the chaos, he probably wouldn’t mind it as long as you're being safe

He would probably join in most of the time but he has oldest sibling syndrome :((

He does his best to keep you from danger please don’t make it too hard for him

Most times I do see him joining in on the chaos if it’s just around the lair

If it’s on patrol don’t expect him to be so careless though he is impulsive at times Raphie worries

As for your aggressiveness, I see him as the type of person to just chill and wait for you to come back when you’re doing your thing like: 🧍‍♀️

Big man is lowkey terrified of you despite the fact he’d be towering over you

I’m not gonna lie, you being kinda harsh at first would kinda put him off

He might shy away from you at first and it’s not you, it’s the demon in your mind telling you what to do 👹 it’s u

Once you warm up to everybody and you properly hang out with him he’ll be a lot more open to being around you

He’ll realize what a cutie you are (platonically) and he won’t fear you as much -if you’re loud he assumes your tough shit like that, i don’t make the rules here

He’ll be confused when he experiences your mood swings and depending on how severe they are he might panic -One second you’re: 💕🤗Then you’re: 🤬🖕

He'll be like 'uhm wtf'

But it’s okay because you’re his best friend and he loves you either way!!

rise! Neon-Leon

He’s not gonna pass up an opportunity to tease you

It's Leo dude

He's using you as an armrest and he's smug about it motherfucker

When he's not teasing you, y'all are chill

Another one to just pick you up because he can

His bitchass love him thinks it's funny when you get mad cuz ur tiny

Should ANYBODY that's not him make fun of your height just remember he has magic swords that make portals

He's going to match your chaotic energy because he's Leonardo

Y’all are gonna get in trouble a lot but he has magic swords and you’re probably awesome too so it’s okay

He'll be an asshole sometimes but you can put him in his place

He’s not gonna shy away from your aggressiveness or your blunt self but he’ll give you some space if he thinks you need it -or anger you even more

He’ll be just a bit taken aback at first from your bluntness but he bounces back quickly with his own retort -what you said wasn't even offensive, he just found the need to defend himself??

He probably provokes you and calls you 'lil gremlin in his own Leo way or sum shit

Despite his ignorant self I feel like Leo is understanding but he chooses to be a little shit about it

He will lowkey give you time to mellow out and then he gets to meet your sweet side -you might've warmed up to him after Mikey

He finds the fact that you speak your mind amusing so he doesn't get offended too easily most times -*dramatic gasp* “wHaT?! DiD?! YoU?! *points aggressively at you* JusT?! sAy! tO! mE?!”

He is going to be your bestie or your worst nightmare and it just depends on the stage of your friendship -jk he’s your friend and if he truly bothers you he would stop

Overall, you guys are just two dumbasses trying to have fun

rise! Othello Von Ryan

Doesn’t really care about how tall or short you are, but does notice your a bit lacking in the height region js a bit pooks

Probably makes you a piece of tech to help with your uhm… lack dare i say i say this as if i'm taller than 5'3"

He might have u run errands for him that might require more stealth getting illegal chemicals for him

He once mistook the top of your head as a table when he was tired not his proudest moment

You’re gonna make a good arm rest for him

Anybody makes fun of your height? There’s a virus in their device and embarrassing photos were somehow sent to that person’s entire contact list -he denies it was ever him but you know better

Your chaoticness worries him his tech's safety, not yours cuh

Probably puts you on a mf leash if you're the impulsive type

He’ll be in his lab and your lil’ gremlin self will just be there yapping away about literally anything and Donnie’s like ‘😐okay’ trying to work with your sudden outbursts where you raise your voice before going back to your normal tone he probably flinches every time you raised your voice

Appreciates you being blunt in a way, he knows if you give him a compliment, you mean it and that means way more than he chooses to admit to himself be careful he's lowkey fragile

Like Raph, he also might be put off with your harshness in the beginning but once you warm up to him, he’ll warm up to you

He’ll see how sweet you become and is ‘unbothered because he’s emotionally unavailable’

He’ll be yapping about his latest project and you’re about to go do something you probably shouldn’t

He doesn’t notice ‘til he stops and asks you a question and you’re sneaking away like: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/S9VDyPlNiz8?feature=share silly motherfucker

Can't keep up with your mood swings all the time so he'll just let you sort it out

He'll probably wait patiently

On the contrary to how he may act towards you, he really does like you

Overall you and Donnie's friendship is fun and he definitely instigates the chaos outside his lab

rise! Magic Mike

We alr know mans is a short king, he’s going to be excited to find somebody ‘round his height

The amount of small places you two will wedge yourself in oml

You two probably created a hangout spot just for the two of you you two were the only ones able to fit

Nobody's making fun of your height

Have you seen this kid?

You two just add onto each other and get into a lot of trouble

A lotta episodes js u an him getting in trouble LMFAO

If you’re taller than him you probably call him small one or sum shit you're not that much taller than him

He only allows it from you

If you're shorter than him roles are reversed

If you’re the same height, you actually aren’t, one of you has to be taller he probably won't accept defeat so goodluck shortie

He bakes and cooks with you

If you can't kitchen for shit you're now the taste tester and you're in charge of helping him reach things on high shelves

Yes you two will use each other to reach things

stand on his shoulders like in the cartoons or he'll stand on yours "Ow! Mikey! My shoulder's about to break!" "One second y/n I almost got it!"

Mikey’s not put off in the slightest by your aggressiveness in the beginning

He probably figured you out and let you open up at your pace

You being blunt honestly makes him laugh, the way you just say what you want

He's your bestie and your his fs fs

He doesn't mind your mood swings and js goes with the flow

I strongly believe he'll just match his mood with yours "omg! i love today!" "same!" 😀  "FUCK THAT!" "same!" 😡

He adores your sweet side and he'll show it

Is another cuddle bug (if you're okay with it)

Your friendship is very wholesome as it is chaotic

You could be doing something dangerous around town while having a meaningful and deep conversation

Overall, you guys match each other's energies and hold a lot of power together don't underestimate short people

#i love my mutuals #sending love ❤️ #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #x reader #fem reader #male reader #gn reader #fizzy tried #the start of my writing career??

[differenteagletragedy]

heya! i loved your ol:ba headcannons, and i saw your post asking for requests, so i thought i'd sneak in here and ask for some more? have a wonderful day!

Sure, this is fun! And you too!

-- Baxter and Derek LOVE each other. Baxter would eat him up with a spoon. It doesn't matter if you end up with Derek and then reconnect with Baxter, if you end up with Baxter and introduce him to Derek, or end up with Cove and they meet at the wedding, this is the bromance we need to be talking about.

-- I thought about this because I was playing the wedding DLC last night and when you call Derek to ask him to be in the wedding party he answers "Hi, this is Derek," like yeah buddy, this isn’t 1999 on a landline, I know exactly who I'm calling. It was so cute and polite and formal, so I thought about Baxter's old texting style and how adorable it would be for them to communicate, then boom, they are best friends.

-- Baxter thinks Derek is the most charming person in the entire world, and he appreciates how well he was raised. He likes that he always opens doors and pulls out chairs. Derek does all the old-fashioned gentleman stuff too, like he always makes sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, if you're cold and he has at least one stitch of clothing on, you're getting it, and Baxter thinks that just so nice.

-- This isn't unique at all, but I like to think that you do all three Step 4s -- so regardless of romance, you go to your moms' anniversary with Cove, spend Father's Day with Derek, and meet up with Baxter at the wedding. So even if you end up with Derek, you make friends with Baxter again, and can you imagine planning a wedding with Derek when you and Baxter are solid buds? I love it so much.

-- One more one more -- Baxter and Derek making friends and Baxter going over to the Suarez house for events. Nicolas is OBSESSED with him, he's such a weirdo and plus Xavier likes him so that's an automatic win. But Derek's parents take Baxter in too, and now he's got a place to spend Father's Day and it just makes him feel so warm and cozy.

-- Is there another guy in this series LOL

-- There's at least a 90% chance that you cut Cove's hair for him. If you reeeeeally aren't comfortable with it then obviously he won't force it, but it just makes sense to him for you to trim it up for him when he needs it so he doesn't have to make it a whole thing. If you don't do a good job, that's ok with him -- you tried your best and he loves you for it!

-- Do you and Cove have a kid? Cove is that kid's doodle pad, and he gets at least one tattoo of a lil baby drawing your kid did. You might have to convince him not to do it every time. He loves that baby more than anything and the thought of having a little piece of them with him always, ugh, he really likes that.

-- Baxter loves cats and wants one very badly but he does that whole thing for a while where he doesn't feel like he deserves affection from any other living beings, so you'll have to talk him into it. But when you do, that cat is his child.

-- I'm not saying Baxter is in danger of turning into a crazy cat lady, but you might want to keep an eye on it.

-- "Baxter, did you spend $500 on this fancy robot litter box?" "Yes."

-- Baxter (I am currently on a Baxter kick, sorry) references magic several times throughout the story. Honestly I don't really know what else to day about this, but I think it's really sweet and important that he talks about it more than once.

-- Both Cove and Derek canonically like it when you wear their clothes, but Baxter likes to wear yours. It doesn't matter if you're smaller than him or if you wear traditionally feminine clothes, he wants in them. they smell like you and remind him of you, especially if you're long distance in the beginning after Jude and Scott's wedding. He's not going to like go out in them, but he'll wear your hoodie around the house for sure.

-- This also isn't like a hot take I don't think, but none of the boys ever change, ever. Like they grow and stuff, but if you're with Cove, he's going to be clingy and have heart eyes for you when you're 80, and there literally will not be a day that goes by for the rest of your entire life that he doesn't tell you that he loves you -- guy is going to be on his deathbed and blushing when you tell him how you feel about him. Likewise, Derek is going to be Derek forever -- always just so so excited to be with you. Hope you can handle literal decades of "it's Derek Day." Baxter does have a lot of settling to do, but please imagine a 90-year-old man smirking at you and giving you those flirty little lines. He'll never stop.

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[amethystfairy1]

godd the way you write pearl and gem’s dynamic is soo <333 and esp when u compare pearl and grian in their respective new homes??? god i NEED to see them meet. will they recognize each other? will that sibling-like spark still be there or has it been stomped down to the ground from their trauma? will they do a lil. lil morning fly perhaps ?? :D

and back to shiny duo my beloveds, the way you write their friendship?? how pearl’s warmed up to gem and relaxes and is Herself around her but still falls into old habits every now and then, and how gem’s just happy to have a friend with her … goshh and i love when theyr slaying and being a little (or too much) protective over each other. i’d love to see more of them and the journeys they went on behind the scenes and how far theyd go for each other.

ah sorry for the ramble but !! im sooo in love with the world you’ve crafted and the characters you’ve written (as a pearl main ive been FED everytime she appears in your fics) and im looking forward to see how everything ties back together!! and this may be a little outstretched hand asking if i could,,, draw some fanart/doodles of the fic (if i have the time) ?? :D

love u author thank u for the amazing fic! <3

Ahhh! I’m so glad you love Shiny Duo! Pearl and Gem girlbossing through the world caring for each other and being such good sweet friends!

Grian and Pearl reuniting is….well, I’d hate to spoil it considering it would be such a big moment, but there are lots more plans for Traveling Thieves that I’m very excited to share!

Pearl is gonna get lots more time! And I would LOVE LOVE LOVE any doodles or fanart you might draw for the AU! Please post it and mention me and use the AU tag so I can see if you don’t mind, I would absolutely adore seeing it!!!

Thank you for coming by the say hi! 💖

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[hmmidnight-hunt]

Day one — König

Helping him to relax

Kinktober day 1: Pegging | Macro/Micro — Fem!Reader

NSFW, MDNI

Enjoy a lil sub König!!!! And first post finally added on Tumblr, yay! -Hunter

He couldn’t wait to be over with this.

To finally get back to his room.

To get back to you.

Opening the door, König let out a sigh of relief, seeing you were already there.

Dressed in civilian attire, the tight leggings clinging to your form and the sports bra hugging your curves, you were completely unaware of his presence as you laid in his bed, doodling in a random journal.

His eyes roamed over your figure, taking in every detail, and his cock began to stiffen in his cargo pants. Finally, you noticed him and sat up, meeting his gaze with a tender smile.

"Long day, baby?" you asked. He groaned in response, closing the door behind him.

He tossed his shoes in a corner of the room, quickly followed by his gear, hands grabbing at his mask to drop it carelessly on his desk.

Within a few seconds, he was sitting on the bed beside you, face hidden in the crook of your neck.

He inhaled deeply, your scent enveloping him, intoxicating his senses.

It always amazed you, how someone as massive as König could be so gentle and affectionate with you. His walls came crashing down whenever you were around, a privilege only you got to witness.

"Do you need help to relax?" you innocently asked, your voice laced with a warmth that stirred something deeper within him.

König’s lips grazed against your skin as he responded with a breathless "Yes." You felt a surge of power as you dropped your hand onto his thigh, your touch teasingly trailing upwards.

A playful smile danced on your lips as your fingers hovered just above the bulge, his length twitching, silently pleading for your hands.

"Does my sweet boy want me to touch him?" you teased, fingertips barely grazing the fabric.

"Please, Schatz, I need you," he mumbled against your neck, his voice filled with anticipation.

You let out a light giggle, kissing his forehead before cupping his face with your hands, pulling him in for his lips to meet yours. The kiss was delicate yet hungry, a mix of desire and passion.

You lead his back against the mattress, your lips still on his in a kiss only growing more and more desperate.

Your lips only broke apart to allow you to take his shirt off.

You peppered kisses down his neck, to his collarbone, leaving a trail of lovebites behind you.

Your tongue glided down his chest, delicately circling around his nipple, teasing the sensitive bud, your wet tongue making König whimper.

A sweet sound that you craved to hear.

You licked a path down his abs, dropping soft kisses on his happy trail before unbuckling his belt, and tossing away his pants and boxer, freeing his massive length.

"So hard for me, baby, and I haven't even touched you yet" you teased, placing a playful peck on his inner thigh. The desire between you intensified as you firmly held both of his thighs, pushing them further apart.

"Be a good boy, König. Spread your legs for me" you commanded, and without hesitation, he obliged. The sight of him, tall, powerful, and above all, your superior officer, bending to your will, ignited a warm fire within you, fueling your own arousal.

You giggled at his obedience, sitting back between his parted legs. Your fingers traced his length, before slowly making their way to his hole. You put your thumb on his rim, and you felt him clenching, desperate to feel you inside.

He was already short of breath, and you know that if you truly wanted it, you could make him beg for you right now.

But not today. Today, you just want to please him, to make him feel as good as he deserves to.

A sigh escaped your lips and you could feel the wetness between your legs increasing with each of his pleas. With a caress, you removed your thumb and spat on his hole.

The lewd sound filled the air as your saliva rolled along his sensitive entrance.

You pass your fingers on your cunt, gathering your juices to use them as a makeshift lube.

And then, slowly, inch by inch, you inserted your middle finger inside him, relishing in the tightness that enveloped you.

"So goddamn tight," the praise fell from your lips, acknowledging the sensation. You allow him time to adjust to the feeling before gradually pumping your finger in and out of him.

His growing desperation was evident in the way his back arched, seeking more pleasure. Sensing his need, you added a second digit, fingering him with increased intensity.

Raspy moans and little German curses escaped his lips.

You glanced at his face, his eyes were closed, his mouth slightly agape, he was beautiful.

"More, Liebling, I need more," he muttered between moans and whimpers. You chuckled, slowly taking your fingers away from his stretched hole.

You jumped to your feet, snatching the harness and lube in a single movement. You worked quickly and expertly as you secured the straps around your thighs. With every passing second his legs trembled harder, opening up like a desperate invitation and you knelt back between them.

You could see precum leaking from his red tip, droplets dripping on his toned stomach. You carefully coated his hole in lube, the gentle touch making him clench once more, and you smirked at him. Your hand wrapped around his thick shaft, and as you stroked him, you aligned the tip of your silicone cock with his entrance.

Your hips thrust forward as you entered him, tearing a pleasured groan from him. König shut his eyes tightly and let out a deep sigh.

He clutched the bed sheets tightly as your hands moved up and down his shaft, your fingers curling around his head and smearing the precum along his length.

You bent down, pressing your lips hard against his as you slid further inside him. You could feel his abs tensing with the pleasure you were giving him. After a couple of seconds, all of the plasticky cock sit inside of his ass. You felt your cunt clench at the sight, your panties soaked in your own slickness.

"Eyes on me. I want you to look at me when I fuck you" you demanded, your voice firm yet still caring.

He obeyed, looking at you through heavy lids, and his gaze met yours. His pupils dilated, his eyes nearly black, circled with the icy blue that you loved so much.

You slowly shifted your hips backward, sliding out of him. Then back inside. His groans grew louder and more desperate.

"Scheiße, you feel so..." his words faded in a deep moan as you jolted your hips, the toy hitting his prostate.

You moved faster, pumping inside of him, your movement more raw and, in response, his hand held your waist, guiding your thrusts.

"Such a good boy, taking me so well," you cooed, your own hands on his hips for leverage.

"Touch yourself for me, pretty boy, give your cock the attention it deserves," you ordered in a whisper. His hand automatically grabbed his shaft and began to stroke. With each thrust of you inside of his used hole, his leg trembled more and more. But his eyes never left yours, following your previous command.

With each thrust, you could feel him closer and closer to his release. You increased your speed, encouraging him to reach his peak. A deep groan of pleasure escaped from his lips as he came, spilling his load all over his stomach.

His hand fell to his sides, his body trembling from the pleasure.

You slowed down your thrusts, allowing him to ride the wave of pleasure.

You gradually withdrew from him with an obscene sound.

You tossed aside the strap-on before leaning down to drag out your tongue on his body, cleaning him off and letting the taste of his salty cum invade your mouth.

When you deemed him clean enough, you snuggled up to him, resting your head against his shoulder.

König leaned in close to you, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss, tasting himself on your lips.

"Ich liebe dich", he whispered against your lips.

You giggled and shook your head.

"I don't speak German" you answered.

#cod mw2 #smut #call of duty #fanfic #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig #konig smut #konig x you #writing #i am going insane

[nerves-nebula]

I absolutely love your turtle series! I especially loved the Monster Donnie doodles, I’m just a sucker for monster versions of characters I care about. I made a quick lil scenario between Don and Mike, I hope I was able to stay in character with them!

Mikey backed into a corner, never taking his eyes off the creature. He knew who it was, the purple headscarf was unmistakable…but why and how this happened made him terrified more than anything. The monster growled, inching closer and closer to him.

“Donnie…please…don’t you recognize me?”

He hugged his knees, tears pricking his eyes. Then Donnie stopped right in front of him. Mikey’s eyes were shut, but he felt his brother’s snout rub his face, sniffing him. He was probably attracted to how tasty he smelled. That was what the turtle thought at first…then he heard Donnie whimper.

He opened his eyes and saw that his brother had crouched down, looking ashamed of himself. He stared up at Mikey…there seemed to be so much regret and sorrow in his facial features.

“…Don? Do you hear me?”

The creature nodded. Mikey exhaled with relief. He slowly stretched out his hand. Donnie crept forward, then nuzzled into the touch.

“Why? Why did you do this?”

It was kind of pointless asking, Donnie couldn’t even talk in this form, and sure enough, the softshell just lowered his head in response. Mikey cupped his face, bringing it toward him, and gently pressed his forehead against his own.

“It’s okay…I’m not mad at you. We’ll figure something out.”

Donnie hated not being able to talk to him. He initially thought being mindless would be better than having to live this agonizing life. His dad only needing him when something was broken, Leo’s snarky remarks to him about his various “flaws”, the constant craving for approval that was never filled…but he never considered how Raph and Mikey would feel about all this.

They got on his nerves…like, a LOT, but unlike Leo, he always felt like they never had malice intent with him. Stupid, stupid Donnie. Why was he always fucking up? He grunted as Mikey wrapped his arms around his neck. He couldn’t even hug back. The best he could do was rest his chin on Mikey’s shoulder.

This whole situation was hell, but for a split second…he felt peace.

fDSfasUAGdshuaghUSDGH I loved this !!! u get todays first warm up drawing <<33 its so unfortunate that Donnie wanted to be a mindless monster to escape the PAIN but just ended up with the same brain and different body. SAD.

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles #tmnt Donnie #tmnt leo #nnart #neglected art #neglected fic

[thesunshineriptide]

Hi uh I was just wondering, I saw your requests were open and that you’ve written stuff with the ignihyde boys. Can you maybe write them with a gn or male reader who’s an amputee? If not that’s ok :3 I love the stuff I’ve read so thanks in advance if you do write this :3

Hey! I’m super pumped to do this request because first of all, I love the Ignihyde duo and second of all disability and disability aids are absolutely fascinating so I did a lil research becausnejdhgjdjfskhfdjsk cool. Took me a while to figure out what to do though. Also I decided to make the amputation specific to the left arm and left leg for consistencies sake. Also sorry for the delay!!

Ignihyde with an amputee reader

Characters: Idia, Ortho, reader

CW// disability, discussions of prosthetics, amputation, and psychological fallout (implied)

- It would probably take a while before you and Idia become friends. You and Ortho, though? Right off the bat.

- Ortho will happily chatter to you about anything and everything, and often hovers nearby. If he spies you having a hard day with walking, he’ll grab a wheelchair and push you around for a bit while talking about the latest update to Minecraft

- Idia takes a little while longer to warm up (due to being Idia) but soon you’re trapped in Ignihyde playing games with him on the wii

- It’s a loooong while before disability comes up in conversation with him because he is the master of Not Bringing That Subject Up

- He understands the discomfort of being stared at for looking different and doesn’t want to make you feel that, especially since you’re friends

- He does bring it up though - it seems like your current prosthetic leg is beginning to fall apart and, yknow, he has a lot of experience building body parts.

- He ends up spending a lot of time figuring out a lightweight but balanced Material that would work ideally for a prosthetic. This leads from one thing to another and then you’re invited to Ignihyde to try some stuff out

- He hadn’t really concentrated on prosthetics before, surprisingly, since his main goal was making Ortho, but now he’s focusing on how to streamline complex movements, particularly using Electromyography [source] and complex AI that can help predict and measure movements via sensitive receptors under synthetic skin, specifically for disabled/amputee individuals

- This leads to him enlisting your help, since you sparked the interest, and he want to help you out. So: new free prosthetic limbs specifically tailored to you (although with Idia’s creative flair) purely because your friends are literal geniuses

- Other than that, Idia and Ortho are good company. They’re happy to take a slower, more chill pace. Idia enjoys hanging out, playing games of any kind. He’s also content to sit and watch b movies with you while eating popcorn or candy

- Ortho enjoys hanging out and doodling. He doesn’t often get into arts - lots of wet things he probably shouldn’t play with, or messes, etc - but he does enjoy drawing and is happy to sit with you and do so.

Idia sits beside you, shoveling sour candy into his mouth by the fistful as he watches fnaf security breach play throughs next to you, mumbling about inaccuracies of robotic engineering in the character design and how buggy the stupid game is.

“Idia?”

“Hmm?” He finally turns his attention to you, blinking, “What’s up?”

You shift a little closer to him, resting on his shoulder. He tenses for a second, then settles back down. “bad day.”

He adjusts and quietly quits his game (there’s not a pause button, unfortunately) before turning more attention to you.

“Have some NPCs been bothering you? Or is it the debuff?”

“Debuff.” You said quietly, closing your eyes, “Psychological damage, down ten hp per second.”

“That’s not good.” Idia said, awkwardly patting your head, “Any boosts I can give you, or do you just need to wait out the effects?”

You hum slightly, “Wait it out. Can’t really help anything in my head, yknow?”

Ortho chirped slightly from the doorway, floating into the room. He then landed in front of you and crouched down, “Y/n? Would you like to play something?”

“Not right now, Ortho.” You said tiredly, “I’m kinda…sick at the moment.”

Ortho blinked before his yellow eyes emitted a soft light.

“Scanning for abnormalities in biological settings…” He stood up, staring down, “Scan complete. Neurological functionings indicate an uptick in adrenaline, cortisol, and norepinephrine, and a lack of dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin. It appears you are going through psychological distress, or potentially depression.”

You nod slightly and Idia frowns from beside you, but says nothing.

“I’m not doing great right now, no. I just need a minute to chill. I’ll be alright.”

The brothers exchange a look before Ortho sits down beside you and Idia quietly turns on Animal Crossing: New Horizons to play. They both know it’s best to let you have a moment to collect yourself, that if you want to share it you will, and if not, then company is appreciated. Idia’s left side is trapped by you leaning on it, so he only plays with on hand (slowly) while Ortho, on your other side, quietly begins researching cool bugs.

It’s pleasant, actually. To not be coddled or pitied, and instead simply allowed space near people you care about. Idia doesn’t push - lord knows there’s things he’d rather not talk about - and Ortho simply adores you, so he’s content to sit beside you quietly.

After a while you sit back up, blinking sleepily. With a yawn and a stretch, Idia’s attention turns back to you.

“Tired?”

You nod slightly, humming under your breath.

“Yeah, I get that. Do you wanna lay in bed, or do you wanna go back to your place?”

“I can walk you back if that would help, Y/N L/N!” Ortho says, “But you’re invited to stay over as well.”

“Can I…stay?” You look between the two.

Idia grins, faux mischief, “Muah hah haha ha! You’ve fallen into my sinister trap - the bed! Now you will never escape the underworld! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

You laugh a little as Ortho helps you over to the bed. “Oh no, whatever will I do? You’re too OP for me!”

Idia grins stupidly and turns off some of the major lights, as well as turning down the brightness of his monitor.

You hum slightly and settle into Idia’s bed, asking, “Are you sure this is alright?”

“I rarely use it except to dramatically mope in, so you’re good.”

Idia smiles at you and gives you a nervous thumbs up before turning back to his silent gaming, allowing you to fall asleep to the sound of animal crossing background music playing faintly across the room and the hum of Ortho’s resting station.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #idia shroud #ortho shroud #amputee reader #idia shroud x reader #platonic or romantic #discussion of prosthetics #disabled reader #twst disabled reader

[pope-neuro]

Give headcanon for merc.

(Sorry I been taking so long to get to these, I’ve been dealing with the sudden death of my baby bird, life has been kinda terrible this week)

NOTE: There will be some suggestive stuff in here but most of it is for comedic purposes

General merc headcanons:

Scout:

-my boi got adhd like you would not believe

-The poor bastard cannot focus on anything for the life of him, no matter how hard he tries

-One of the reasons why he has trouble with reading, he was never really able to focus enough to figure it out, as that’s something that takes a LOT of time and a LOT of focus.

-Really talented artist tho! He loves drawing and keeps a sketchbook or two in his room! He likes to doodle before bed each night, it helps him calm down

-Somehow gay and homophobic at the same time

-Would absolutely lose his shit over the blue lobster meme no matter how old it gets

Soldier:

-My goofy ahh uncle

-The physical embodiment of “he a lil confused, but he got the spirit”

-Bro does not give a FUCK what anyone else thinks and I respect the hell out of that

-The men in his family were all in the military, which is one of the reasons why he’s obsessed

-secretly very insecure that he never actually made it into the official military

-Puts up a front so he can avoid feeling like a disappointment sometimes

-Solly is one of those people that sleeps like a LOG. Literally nothing can wake him up other than his own internal clock, which conveniently goes off at 6am.

-It is at this point in the morning when he goes around the base and attempts to make everyone else get up. Most are not pleased.

-Bi as fuck. He kisses men. He kisses women. He literally does not care, a beautiful person is a beautiful person, son.

-He calls his partner “son”.

Pyro:

-He is my son

-I love my son so much I am so proud of him for just existing.

-Pyro’s name is Ernesto

-His mask is literally just his face, like the plague doctor SCP. What appears to be clothing is actually just his body.

-He is from another planet, and the oxygen in our atmosphere has hallucinatory effects on members of his species

-Poor baby is basically in a haze 100 percent of the time :( but he does his absolute best!

-He literally only wants to spread peace, love, and flower power

-Fire makes him feel nice, because it’s bright and it’s warm. Fire is friendly and comforting. It helps ground him in this strange world.

Demo:

-Under-appreciated as fuck holy shit

-Probably one of the most hardworking people on the team, if not THE most

-This guy is doing multiple jobs at once in addition to his demanding work as a mercenary.

-He’s actually super smart! He may not act like it when he’s super drunk, but he seriously does know what he’s doing

-Chemistry EXPERT. Can he please help me with my chem 101 homework I literally could never. I know he’s smart because chemistry is fucking impossible and he loves the subject

-sometimes works with Engie to develop new types of bombs!

-My theory is that he turned to alcohol in order to cope with the chronic burnout he must be facing by working so many jobs at once. Just helps him check out of life for a while, but unfortunately that comes at the cost of his liver.

-Fr tho how the fuck is he even alive, he drinks HYDROGEN PEROXIDE at one point, which isn’t even related to alcohol at all, it’s literally just a poisonous chemical💀

-I have reason to believe he now has epilepsy as a result of medic damaging his hippocampus while scooping his brain, I made a post about this a while ago if you’re interested in more details

-He is very much in need of a hug

-I love him so much

-You’re doin good lad

Heavy:

-One of the smartest people on the team, despite what you might perceive at first glance.

-The only reason he may sound “dumb” to some people is because English is his second language, and he has a very hard time speaking it.

-Fr tho English sucks, I have no idea how people learn it later in life on their own

-In the Russian dub of meet the heavy, he speaks a lot more eloquently. Definitely strikes me as the type of person to have a PhD in Russian literature.

-His dream was to one day become an author, but mercenary work got in the way because it was the best way to provide for his family overseas.

-He still writes from time to time in a small notebook he keeps by his bed, in the hopes that one day he’ll publish something

-He will

-Gay AF

-The literal definition of a Bear

-His guns are his babies, he literally loves them like they’re his children.

-Honestly I feel that way about my PC so I get it😭

Engie:

-Also a very underrated character

-Ties with medic for Smartest On The Team

-Engie just puts his genius towards more practical (and less unhinged) use

-I mean clearly he’s not TOTALLY stable, he did cut off his own arm to attach the gunslinger

-Always felt the need to prove himself growing up. Because of where he’s from, people tended to assume he was kinda stupid based on stereotypes. He obviously ended up proving everyone wrong.

-Is autistic and has OCD. He needs to do things a certain way or he can get extremely upset, especially in his workshop. It’s his safe space that is not to be invaded unless he is expecting you.

-Acts like a father figure to pyro. Basically the only one who isn’t unsettled by him (other than maybe medic)

-He definitely takes pyro fishing on the weekends

-Very talented singer, but he’ll absolutely deny it if you tell him. He’s super humble about everything

-But nah everyone else always loves to listen to him sing and play the guitar when they’re all hanging out at the fire pit.

-He’s such a dad I love him

Medic:

-Medic is my wife

-Smartest member of the team along with Engie

-Actually very strong! He lifted soldier up by the collar in expiration date, and he’s gotta weigh at LEAST 250.

-Also carries around heavy equipment all day, and is STILL the second fastest runner on the team, only behind scout.

-Medic is actually a pretty big dude. It’s just hard to notice when he’s standing next to heavy who is an actual giant. I think medic is canonically like 6’1 or something. Big dude. Wide shoulder. Booba. 👍

-Of course he looks small when he’s near heavy, EVERYONE looks small standing next to heavy

-Bi medic Bi medic Bi medic Bi medic

-Contrary to popular belief, he DOES indeed have the title of “Doctor”. In order to get a medical license in the first place, you are required to complete med school and obtain an MD or DO degree. Licensure and degrees are two separate things. You can lose a license, but you can’t be stripped of the education you already learned. The title of “Doctor” comes with a degree, not a license, as we have seen with engineer and Heavy’s PhD’s.

-He’s autistic with a special interest in medicine! If he’s not actively in battle, his in his lab working on shit. He LOVES it. It’s basically the only subject he cares about (source: am autistic w/ medical special interest. Am I projecting? Maybe but oh well)

-He very clearly knows what he’s doing, even though his methods are kinda fucked💀

-He’s succeeded in literally raising the dead multiple times in addition to inventing all of his healing devices completely his own.

-Hangs out with Engie when he’s not working on stuff, they both enjoy building/inventing devices and they enjoy talking about their shared special interests. He is closest with Engie and heavy out of everyone on the team.

-The only one that knows pyro is an SCP

-He’s a hoe. A massive hoe

-we are married

Sniper:

-Emotions are scary and Should Not Exist

-Also autistic! The man has literally no idea how to speak to other humans, and talks to himself constantly (am autistic, can confirm)

-MASSIVE introvert, has to retreat to his van a couple times a day to recharge

-He likes to draw birds he sees while on the job!

-Likes plain black coffee which I will never understand it’s so fucking bitter literally wh

-Doesn’t like people to know he’s somehow only 27 years old despite looking like he could be my dad when in reality he’s only like 7.5 years older than me

-He could be my brother but he looks like he could be my dad wtf

-One of those lucky bastards who doesn’t burn in the sun easily, he’s outside constantly

-His ideal place to be would be outdoors on a nice sunny day. A wide open area with no one else around.

-Puts his hat over his face when he sleeps because of course he does

-He Is Not Straight

Spy:

-Pan, poly

-Canonically enjoys his romances “in groups of six”

-Spy hosts orgies guys, valve’s words not mine

-Sigma chad, has fucked your mom and will do it again

-Is not aware that he smells terrible from smoking all the time

-God knows how many children he’s left behind because he’s afraid of staying in any type of committed relationship

-Very similar to sniper in that emotions are Scary

-Speaks every language known to mann

-He absolutely has a sex dungeon. In this video he literally has plans to “remodel his dungeon”:

https://youtu.be/IIoBW__Y8DY

-WHAT OTHER KIND OF DUNGEON WOULD HE HAVE

-ITS A SEX DUNGEON

-HE’S HAD IT LONG ENOUGH THAT IT NEEDS REMODELING

-Probably has the best social skills out of anyone else on the team

-Possibly a sociopath? Or just very good at hiding his intentions and motivations

-Spy is awesome but also I love making fun of him

-Haha skinny legg mann

Im so sorry poor anon asked this like a month ago😭😭 but I wanted to be really thorough with my headcanons!! I hope you like em and feel free to ask me more shit :))

#tf2 shitpost #tf2 medic #tf2 #medic my beloved #medic tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

[inka-boi]



(Lust’s pov I suppose? I feel comfortable starting with him)

lust, was finally home for the day from his very.. demanding and scarce job, he’d come home to his two dearest- er.. well meaning boyfriends. His beloved swap, and his adored hunk, horror. As soon and the exhausted thing waltzed in through the door to their home, he was hit with a delicious sent, and a very clean house! Horror was tending to higher up shelves neither swap nor lust could reach. Whence horror caught on to the fact that lust had gotten home, he rushed to him and swooped him up, giving lust the biggest hug and kisses, swap had Also seen that his boyfriend had gotten home and squealed in excitement rushing too the two and giving them the biggest hug he could. Lust- being very..squished, he squealed and squirmed trying to get out of his beloved partners grasps. Very exhausted.. he just gave in and napped in horrors comforting arms and chest, his and swaps comforting warmth and aromas filled him with delight and happiness.

(Small horror pov <3)

Horror now noticing that his exhausted partner was sleeping in his arms, he nudged swap with his skull, then the gentle giant whispered as softly as he possibly could.. “berry… doll’s asleep.. do.. I take them to bed?…let ‘em rest up..?”. He let his deep voice rumble in his throat waiting for his short boyfriend to respond..

(Swaps pov!)

As the smaller skeleton thought of what to do with their beloved sleepy partner, he had an idea for them all to do, a calming little movie night! With all of their favorite movies, and the delicious food he was making at the moment. He told horror to take him up to the one room.. they all share. The room with the most comfortable bed. And biggest tv, by far lusts favorite room besides his personal room. Swap watched as his two boyfriends walked upstairs slowly as to not disturb the exhausted. He snickered to himself and tended to the food he had been cooking, filling the house up with a delicious sent of savory yet.. so sweet.

(Lil scene change to the shared room <3/still swaps pov/)

Lust was still asleep, horror now asleep with him, swap couldn’t help but giggle at how cute and affectionate his partners were to each other, he gently tucked them both in and set up a little side table next to the bed and fixed up a sweet lil dinner for the 3 to share. Swap gently tried waking lust.. he groaned and wiggled himself into horrors warm shirt. swap swiftly sighed with a slight snirk, he nudged horror, horror being a light sleeper, woke up drowsily.. he yawned letting swap kiss his forehead, flustering the big ol’ hunk.. he gently pulled lust out from horrors shirt, and kisses his chest.

(Lil horror pov :3)

He watched as blue was kissing lust.. a small bit of jealousy took over him, he gently moved lust to the side a little and bashed his head against swaps stomach- he wasn’t intentionally trying to be rough, he just isn’t very coordinated- nor gentle at times… baffled at his own actions he squawked out-“ oh-! Blue.. I’m so sorry… are you.. ok?.. do you need healing at all?…??” Horror swooped up and plopped swap in his lap giving affection and care to his smaller boyfriend-..

(Lust pov nowz!)

Woken up by the smell of blues cooking and sound of disgruntled squeals, sitting up then stretching. Looking at his partners, a little questionable look.. “Are you sweethearts ok?.. ^yawn^ what’s with all the commotion?.. you guys need any help?” As he stretched again crawling to them, kissing them both. Hey sunshine? What have you been making since I got home? It smelt absolutely delightful. And you pumpkin /he gently grabbed and rubbed horrors cheek/ you did great cleaning the house, I’m very proud of you.

(/then they all eat together while watching their favorite show<3/)

((More is coming I’m just out of ideas atm,))

Little doodle of them <33

#poly relationship #<33333!!! them!!! #lust sans #swap sans #horror sans #lust!sans #swap!sans #horror!sans #:3 #should I have a tag for this? #if I do it’s probably gonna be like #… #spicy tacomeat #lust->spicy #taco->swap #meat->horror #yk?-

[xxbritishrosexx]

Little warm up doodles from the au I'm working on, it's going on about 2003 x 2012 when 2003 Don and Raph got into alternative universe where they met the other turtles and their Splinter. This is just some shenanigans I imagined they'll do together.

Like in example adult Don and little Donnie share the same interests and read a lot together about science and math. With little Raph.. it's more complicated, they boy stick like a glue at the genius from the first moment, whenever Don is staying up late or had so many late nights in his lab, lil Raph will come and crave attention from him, they have common ground on that Don will stop things whenever they boy visits. With Mike.. Don loves that boy and lets him do whatever he wants, even tie a bow in his mask tails. I'm not sure about the relationship between Don and little Leo though, need to work that one.

Like on the other hand adult Raph had rocky start with little Mike but in the end he'll protect that little boy with his whole life. With Leo he'll watch anything what the boy wants even Space heroes. With little Don I'm not sure yet. Little Raph sees the adult version more as a mentor on how to control the anger and seek guidance on it, though when he is grown up I'm sure they'll have those brawling matches.

If you have any ideas what they would do, please tell, I'm open to ideas as there are some things in the open that I've not thought of yet.

And still haven't got an idea for the name of the au, oh well need to think about it too.

#tmnt #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt crossover #tmnt 2003 x 2012 crossover #britishrose art #I can just see these boys keeping adult versions busy while Splinter enjoys his alone time once awhile #the brains and the brawn #britishrose doodles #brothers across multiverse au

[flowercrown-bard]

ooh number 5 oblivious pining prompts for jaskel? these are all so sweet

Thank you!

5. Rambling about something you both love and all you can do is stare at them lovingly, when suddenly they also turn to look at you and now you're both just staring at each other

Jaskier was dragging his feet. His smile was still cheery and he kept up with Eskel well enough, but still it didn’t take a genius to notice that the bard was getting tired. Out of the corner of his eyes, Eskel glanced at him. There, beneath the smile sat a tiredness and Jaskier’s breath was laboured, as if he had danced all night. If only. No, instead, Jaskier had been following Eskel around for hours. Through moors that had ruined his boots and boring fields. Eskel wished he hadn’t left Scorpion at the inn, but the old boy had dearly needed some rest from the track of the day before. So did Jaskier, evidently, but the bard was too stubborn to let Eskel go on a hunt on his own, and Eskel...well, Eskel was too weak to refuse him.

The sun was already creeping towards the horizon and still they were some miles away from the town. They had to push through, if they wanted to spend the night in a real bed. And gods, did Eskel want to give that much to Jaskier. He deserved a soft pillow and warm blanket.

Jaskier yelped, as he stumbled and shook Eskel out of his thoughts.

“Are you alright?” Eskel asked, as he steadied him by slinging an arm around his waist.

“Yeah,” Jaskier said and smiled up at Eskel, but he couldn’t hide how out of breath he sounded. “I’m fine. We can keep going.”

Eskel hesitated. “Alright,” he said after a second, when Jaskier pushed onwards.

They walked in silence for a bit and Eskel kept listening as Jaskier’s breathing sounded more and more ragged and he kept stumbling. In an odd way, it reminded Eskel of when he had been a child, struggling to keep up with his mother when they went on a hike, and then later, when he had stumbled time and time again during his training. Caught up in the memory, he didn’t even notice as he slipped into an old habit he had thought long lost: Under his breath, he began to sing.

“De ole hen she cackled, she cackled on de fence: cluck cluck, cluck-e-doo, de ole hen she cackled, and she ain't cackled sence.”

Beside him, Jaskier came to a halt. Eskel turned around to see what was wrong, only to be met with Jaskier giving him an unreadable look. It was only then that Eskel’s actions really caught up with him. His mouth snapped shut immediately and he moved away from Jaskier.

“Don’t stop,” Jaskier said softly and reached for Eskel’s hand, stopping his retreat. His skin burned where they touched.

“I’m not - I didn’t really mean to sing.” Eskel chuckled awkwardly. “That’s your job.”

“Please?”

Eskel swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. With a side-glance at Jaskier he made sure that his clumsy singing really was wanted. When he was met with Jaskier’s encouraging smile, he picked up the song again.

  “De ole cock he crowed, he crowed on the shock: cock-a-doodle-doo, de ole cock he crowed, no longer crows the cock.”

As he sang, he changed his steps, until they matched the marching rhythm of the song and whether conscious or not, Jaskier did the same.

“De lil’ chicks they cheeped, they cheeped on de kitchen floor: cheep, cheep, cheep-a-deep, de lil’ chicks they cheeped, and now they cheep no more...”

He trailed off.

“You don’t have to stop,” Jaskier said.

“That’s all I remember.” Eskel shrugged. “It’s just a silly song, but I know my mother used to sing it to me to keep me distracted when we went on a hike and my feet started to ache.”

“It’s not a silly song!” Jaskier said with unexpected insistance. “It’s simple, yes, but it’s supposed to be.” Eskel watched in wonder, as Jaskier’s step seemed to gain more energy as the bard straightened his back. “Hiking songs are brilliant in their simplicity. You only have to hear them once and you’ll remember them for decades.”

As if to prove a point, he sang a couple of bars. Eskel’s lips twitched.

“It sounds strange without the hillfolk dialect.”

“And that’s another thing!” Jaskier gestured wildly with his hands, inadvertedly swinging Eskel’s hand that he was still holding onto as well. “It’s something so special to certain cultures. That’s what music is supposed to be. Hiking songs help people. Everyone can sing them and they - they are a legacy. Not of one person but of a people.”

Warmth spread through Eskel’s chest and he could do nothing but stare at Jaskier, as he - despite being a renowned bard with the highest education and positions at court - talked about how wonderful the only part Eskel remembered of his childhood was. He had sang his mother’s song a couple of times for his brothers and they had always seemed happy enough to listen to him, but this was something entirely different. This was Jaskier.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Jaskier continued, “I love being a bard and writing complicated ballads and all, but hiking songs? Lullabies? Working songs? That’s music coming from the heart. It’s the essence of what makes music so important.”

He sounded so...loving. The way he talked about music was loving. It always had been, of course, but this was different from the enthusiasm in Jaskier’s voice when he explained chord progression or rhyme schemes. This was...this was the same soft, warm feeling in his voice that always welled up in Eskel, when he remembered his mother’s song.

 Watching Jaskier’s whole face light up as he talked, listening to the emotion in his voice; it was light a magnet pulling Eskel in. He wouldn’t have been able to resist if he had wanted to. And gods, he didn’t want to. He wanted to be close to Jaskier, closer, as he shared this love with Eskel. He gravitated closer to him, until their sides brushed together.

“When I was a child, I used to sing to myself all the time to help me get through boring chores or remember the names of important nobles,” Jaskier said, evidently not bothered by Eskel’s closeness. If anything, he squeezed his hand a little tighter. “You can bet those ditties weren’t brilliant, but they’re what made me want to be a bard. People always say ‘Toss a Coin’ is too simplistic, but that’s the whole point. It’s supposed to help witchers and for that it has to be memorable and simple or else it wouldn’t be stuck in people’s ears.”

Jaskier let out a long breath that announced the end of his rant.

“So, yeah. I guess what I want to say is, thank you,” He turned to face Eskel. “For sharing that song... with me...”

Jaskier trailed off and the flush on his face clearly was no longer only from his excitement. Eskel’s throat grew tight. Jaskier was so close. So close. He was probably able to see all the flaws in Eskel’s face; every detail of his scars, every speck of dirt, every piece of longing that he was never able to banish fully from his expression when Jaskier was around. Eskel hadn’t even noticed them coming to a halt. All he could focus on was Jaskier, Jaskier, Jaskier. The name echoed in his mind and heart as if it too followed the rhythm of a folk song. A love song, simple yet true.

“Jaskier,” he said, voice coming out hoarse.

Jaskier’s eyes flickered down to his lips. 

And like a call- and - response type of song, Jaskier answered, “Eskel.”

And the way he said it was almost like a melody, almost like the second verse to a love song.

Maybe, Eskel thought, as he leaned in closer, his hand coming up to cradle Jaskier’s cheek, maybe they could sing together.

Their lips met softly, tentatively, and the beating of their hearts was the rhythm of their song.

#thank you for the prompt! #i gotta leave for work so i don't have time to read over this or edit anything #hope there aren't too many mistakes #i jsut really like folk songs #eskel #jaskier #jaskel #witcher #ficlet #my writing