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gheistheist · 4 months
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—Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Headcannons: Part 3—
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1. Sleeping
- Most people tend to think he’s a heavy sleeper but I disagree. I strongly believe he’d wake up at the drop of a pen. He’s been tortured, betrayed, raped, and had a hard childhood so I doubt he’d be able to get into a heavy sleep. His brain would constantly be on guard and people with difficult upbringings tend to be hardwired to protect themselves most when they’re asleep because that’s when they’re vulnerable. Chances are he’d sleep with a gun under his pillow or in his bedside drawer. Not that he couldn’t defend himself without it of course but it would definitely bring him a bit more security. He’d probably even lock his bedroom door out of habit from childhood. It could even be an OCD thing where he’s gotta make sure the door is locked, checking it several times before he finally lays down.
2. Starving Himself
- Let’s be fair. The dude is around 220-240 pounds and is a unit of a man. With as much energy as he expels and how much he moves, he would be about 180 if he did starve himself. He’s bulky so he works out several times a week with heavy weights. You can’t be starving and manage to do that. He’s a healthy guy and he’d get dizzy very quickly if he went two to five days at a time with little to no food. Chances are he will fast once in a while to keep his body trained in case he ends up held hostage and food isn’t available. Marines will do that so their body won’t go into shock but an eating disorder with him doesn’t seem realistic. I see a lot of people claiming he would hate food and not be able to eat but in order to gain muscle, you kind of need food with high protein and calories. Muscle will go down rather quickly if you don’t keep it trained so he has to constantly be eating a certain way and working out a certain way in order to maintain his build.
3. Sweet Tooth
- I don’t know why but I feel like he’d have an unhealthy love of chocolate. Like he’d get trail mix and pick out the m&m’s first before eating the rest. It just makes sense for some reason. The cake on Matilda would be a dream come true for him
4. Cooking
- Another thing I disagree with is people that say he can’t cook. Hear me out. Ghost was a mommas boy for sure. His mom was all he really had growing up, even his brother would torture him when he was younger. It would make sense he’d spend most of his time with her and that would also be in the kitchen. His dad was a dick so chances are Ghost would help his mom out with the house to make it easier on her. He’d probably cook with her and for her, especially if she was sick or not feeling good. He may not cook often now that he’s older and has no reason to but if he felt like it, he probably could cook up something pretty good. If he were doing it for someone specific then it would probably bring back bitter sweet memories of him in the kitchen with his mom as well.
5. Yelling
- I don’t see him as a yeller to be honest. He gives off the quiet anger type of energy. Another thing that goes back to his childhood, he’d have learned quickly to shut down rather than retaliate in a yelling match as a safety precaution. He’s only really seen raising his voice when it’s needed. When there are scenes of him getting a bit upset, he seems to go silent. Plus he’s a quiet guy as it is. When Graves betrayed him in MW2, you could easily tell he was pissed but he didn’t start screaming like Alejandro and didn’t get vocal like Soap. He’ll get authoritative for sure but if someone were to decide to get on his last nerve, chances are he’d disassociate and get lost in his own mind. There may be moments where he does snap and yell because he’s human but as a general rule, the quiet rage just seems more like him.
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hectorth · 3 days
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Baecation | p. cubarsí paredes
— Synopsis : Pau took his girlfriend with him for vacation, of course he can’t resist showing her off to the world!
— SMAU
— pure fluff
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hope you liked those flowers, handpicked just for you 🩷
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Pau 🙁🙁🙁 stop making me melt in the grocery store
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Bare minimum for a pretty lady I call my girlfriend, if you ask me
When will you be back ??
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I’ll be back in 10, are you okay, baby ?
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mhmm, just missing you, hermosa :( I know we see each other all day but still
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laundrybiscuits · 8 months
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Note: this is not a Stancy story.
“Say it,” he bites out. He’s pushing too hard, being too mean, and he doesn’t fucking care. “Say you love me.”
Nancy’s eyes slide off to the side and she—she laughs, like he’s making a joke, but he can see in the way she’s got her arms wrapped around herself that they both know it’s not a joke.
“Steve, come on,” she says.
There’s a hot, buzzing feeling in him like a hurricane.
The words peel out of him: “But…we’re soulmates.”
He’s gripping his forearm, holding it out in front of him even though he’s wearing long sleeves. It doesn’t matter. They both know whose name is written there in careful, neat cursive, like a puzzle piece slotting next to the blockier name scrawled on Nancy’s wrist. 
Nancy reaches out to push his arm down and out of the way, out of her eyeline, but she laces her fingers with his like she’s trying to calm him down. Like an apology.
“Steve,” she says. “Let’s just—can we focus on the important stuff, here?”
This is important, why don’t you think that nothing could be more important than this. Steve doesn’t say it because he’s trying to be better. He can be better for her, for Nancy, his soulmate. So he swallows it down and nods, gripping her slender fingers tight in his. 
———
It takes him a while, but he figures it out. It’s fate. It’s gotta be. It’s all a big part of their story, the one they’re gonna tell at their wedding, about the time they broke up and made bad decisions and were really unhappy. When you find your soulmate early, sometimes you have some growing up to do, he’ll say. Or maybe Robin will say it. He can’t imagine a wedding where Robin’s not his best man. Best lady?
It’s so stupid, but there was a moment, back in ‘85, when he thought maybe Robin could be his true soulmate. Like maybe there was some giant cosmic error, and the smart, funny, beautiful girl he’d been overlooking all summer was really the one he was meant to end up with after all. 
When she tells him about Tammy Thompson, it’s almost a relief. The universe isn’t wrong after all. He actually feels really sorry for Robin, because without a name on her arm, how’s she supposed to know who to pick? And with the gay thing—it’s gotta be tough even just knowing who’s an option. He doesn’t think he could handle that kind of uncertainty. 
It’s a good thing he doesn’t have to. All he’s got to do is hang on until his story and Nancy’s story bend together again, and become their story. He thinks it’s kind of romantic, even: like he’s been given this time to learn to be a better boyfriend. 
So he’s in good spirits, especially when Eddie Munson gives him a heavy look that shoots through his veins like lightning and says as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen. If even Eddie can see it after spending about five minutes around them, probably not even knowing about the soulmate thing, it must be true. 
———
Afterwards, he finds himself unexpectedly alone with Nancy in the hospital, waiting their turn to see Max and Eddie. It’s not exactly the stuff of fairytales; even though they’ve had a chance to go home and shower and get some sleep, they both have Upside Down gunk caked into their fingernails and purpling shadows under their eyes. The fluorescent lights overhead are way too bright. The flimsy plastic chairs are digging uncomfortably into his thighs. 
But he’s not gonna get a better opening than this quiet moment, with Nancy slumped against his arm, tired and lovely.
“Hey, are you—” He clears his throat and tries again. “Hey, Nancy. Did you…think about, uh, what I said? About…you know. The future?”
She goes tense.
“Yes, Steve. I did.”
Maybe something in her tone should be warning him off, but he’s on this road now, careening down the fast lane with no exits in sight. 
“And? What did you think?”
Nancy takes a deep breath, then lets it out after a second in a heavy sigh. “Steve, I…I’m with Jonathan now. You know that.”
“Yeah, but that’s—I mean, you know it’s not the same.”
“No.” She slips a thumb under the cuff of her sweatshirt and rubs it over her wrist. It looks like something she doesn’t even know she’s doing. “It’s not the same, no. It’s…Steve, it’s better. This way is better.”
He ducks down, tries to meet her eye. “Nance, I know I was kind of a shitty boyfriend, but—things are different now, right?”
Finally, she turns to him. Her back straightens, shoulders square, like she’s bracing herself. 
“Yes, things are different,” she says slowly. She reaches out to take his hand in both of hers, soothing. “This hasn’t changed for me, though. It’s not about—I just can’t be with you, Steve. Not like that. I’m sorry.”
He doesn’t say but we’re soulmates again like a child, but it lives in his throat, in the thump of his heart. Maybe she just needs more time.
Maybe not, though.
(ETA: continuation here!)
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stitchdfox · 6 months
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Eddie is on tour pt 3
His eyes blur as he stares at his phone. The phone app open, taunting him with Steve’s contact info. His thumb hovers over the green call button. Hesitant.
“Come on, Munson. He told you to call him.” Eddie mumbles to himself.
“Joining us tonight?” Their drummer Gareth asks as he slaps Eddie on the shoulder.
“Ah. No. Gotta make a call.” Eddie holds his phone in the air.
“Who’s Steve?” Gareth asks.
Eddie blushes and locks his phone.
“Come on, Gar.” Jeff pulls him away as he flashes a knowing smile at Eddie.
Gods. He owed that man a shot of tequila and the best wingman award.
Eddie takes a breath. Finally tapping the call icon.
“Hey there.” Steve’s voice is groggy.
It only rang once. Was he waiting for him to call?
“Hey.” Eddie smirks. “It’s like 3 am in Indiana. What are you doing up so late?”
“Well, I’m actually in Chicago so it’s only 2 am. And I’m working on an essay for school. Deadline is coming fast.” There’s a rustle of papers being gathered. “May have accidentally dozed off…”
He’s so cute.
“Whatcha gonna be when you grow up, Stevie?” Eddie cringes at his awkwardness.
“Guidance councilor. Hopefully. Schools not the the easiest for me so, it’s been a lot of late nights.” Steve yawns. “How was the show?”
“Surreal.”
Steve hums.
“Honestly, I don’t think it’ll ever not be surreal.” Eddie stares up at the clear night sky above him. He’ll stay with the van outside the venue until the guys get back.
“I’ve loved music all my life. My uncle used to play the radio while we made breakfast. He shared his old records with me when I was old enough to understand how fragile they could be. From there I saved up for my first guitar, my baby, and I knew from the moment I first held her there was no turning back.”
“Wow.” Steve breathes low.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to—“
“Don’t be sorry, man. That’s so cool. What bands inspired you?” Steve asks, urging him on.
“There’s a few,” Eddie holds up his fingers as he names them. “Metallica- Master of Puppets was the first song I taught myself. Wild. You know how hard that song is to play? Worth it though. Then there’s Dio, Megadeath, Black Sabbath and Ozzy of course.”
“Of course.” Steve says.
“Do you even know who Ozzy is?”
“Yeah. I know who Ozzy is. He was on that reality show where they swore a lot.”
Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose. “No Steve—“
“Yes Eddie. He was on that show.”
“Okay, yes he was on the show but do you know his music?” Eddie can’t help the smile that grows on his lips.
“Guess I have some more homework.”
“Steve, you don’t have to listen to them. I’m sure they’re not your taste.” Eddie runs his fingers nervously through his hair.
“I want to. If you like them then they have be pretty good.” Steve says.
“Don’t give me too much credit here, sweetheart. I’m just the guitarist of a small metal band.” Eddie slumps his shoulders.
“Come on! You’re on tour, literally right now on tour, with a big name band that invited you to join them. That’s huge.” Steve’s voice is loud and excited. “Like, where are you guys right now?”
“Denver.” He says low.
“See. I’ve never been west of St. Louis.” He goes quiet. “Anyway, it’ll be nice change of pace from my Harry Styles kick.”
Eddie let’s out a guffaw. “I would be into a One Direction fan.”
There’s silence on the other end of the line.
“Shit.” Eddie says to himself as he squats down, wrapping his arm around his bent knees.
“You’re… into me?” Steve asks with an air to his voice.
“I… um…”
Silence again.
“The honest answer?” Eddie sighs.
“Mhmm.” Steve’s voice is soft.
“Alright. Here goes.” Eddie stands up, a little light headed from the action. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I called you by accident that night. I don’t even know what you look like and it wouldn’t matter at this point. There is something so… so…” he’s at a loss of words.
“So what, Eddie?” Steve’s voice is a whisper.
“Amazing. Wonderful. Heart stopping. I want to write songs about you. And now that I’ve put myself out there I don’t even know if you’re into guys, let alone a stranger and—“
“Eddie.”
“I’ve ruined this like I ruin everything.”
“Eds.”
“I’m such an idiot and—“
“Babe.”
Eddie stops pacing in a circle and let’s that word settle in.
“I know it was your turn to spiral this time but you’ve gotta breathe.” Steve waits for him to take a deep breath. “It is a bit crazy but I… I mean… Me too! I was being honest when I told you I drove my best friend crazy talking about calling you.”
They both laugh and Eddie sighs.
Steve speaks again. “Okay?”
“Okay.” Eddie taps the back of his head against the van.
“I should let you go, sweetheart. I’m sure you have class tomorrow.”
“I do. I’ll text you when I get home and maybe we can talk again?” His voice is a bit shaky. Nervous maybe.
“I’d love that.” Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest right there in the venue parking lot.
“Sweet dreams, rockstar.” Steve teases.
“Good night, big boy.” Eddie hangs up the call before Steve can respond.
His muscle loosen as he leans against the side of the van. His phone vibrates once in his hand. He looks down to see a message from Steve.
“Hope your imagination didn’t oversell my good looks. 😉”
There’s no way the picture to follow is of a real human being.
Steve has a strong jawline, moles dotting his face and neck, his hair is auburn and a bit on the long side, not that he had anything on Eddie’s length.
His eyes were bright and hazel. His smile wide and perfect.
Eddie opened the van door to dig in his bag. He pulls out his head phones, flops on the middle bench, and searches Spotify.
If he pulls up the “this is Harry Styles” playlist it was nobody’s business but his own.
——
Part 1 here.
Part 2 here.
Part 4 to follow. I’m kind of in love with this AU rn.
If you’re interested I’m posting on my Twitter as well.
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kyber-crystal · 2 years
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rendezvous at midnight || jake “hangman” seresin
summary: you’ve always been good at handling any obstacle thrown your way. but when the clock starts ticking and you find yourself next to hangman, things change. could the new year bring with it a newfound love? maybe...
words: ~1.8k
warnings: mentions of alcohol, minor rivals-to-lovers trope but that’s it. this is mostly pretty fluffy!
a/n: so i had to repost this bc it flopped so hard...idk what’s happening to my fics lmao. i deeply apologize, this was really rushed and poorly written
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It was only a matter of seconds before you choked to death.
You weren’t actually dying, but that was what it felt like. After growing accustomed to being in uniform most of the time, the switch to fine silk felt strange. Goosebumps rose up on your skin as you sat down at the bar and adjusted the strap of your form-fitting dress. 
As pretty and pearlescent as it was, it did little to keep you warm amidst the crowded area. 
You had practiced walking in heels in the morning until your ankles turned bright red. If you could ensure that you wouldn’t fall in front of everyone, you’d take all necessary steps to get there.
“How’s my favorite girl doing?” Penny offered you a warm smile and a sparkling glass of liquor. “Are you holding up okay?”
“Tired,” you explained. “I didn’t sleep last night.”
“Too busy thinking about him?”
“Come on, it’s not like that,” you groaned as you finished off your drink. “You know it’s not like that.”
“I know it is like that,” she quipped. 
“We compete. We don’t fall in love,” you said. “That’s what we do. We’re not going any farther than snarky insults.”
“Go find him. There’s half an hour ‘til the clock strikes 12,” It almost sounded like she was hinting at something. “Then you start fresh. Begin again. No rivalry. And if you’re lucky, you can steal a kiss or two.”
“Penny!” 
“What? I’m only giving you suggestions. Now shoo. I’m not letting you get drunk again and force poor Bob and Mav to drag you home.”
“Fine,” you exhaled as you set your glass down and got up. “I’ll catch you later…unless you’re too busy with one certain captain…”
Penny rolled her eyes and waved you off, trying not to smile. 
You found him standing alone in the corner, nursing a glass of tequila and looking quite content. Seeing his slim, toned figure under the dim bar lights tugged at your heartstrings. The man truly was a sight for sore eyes, save the rivalry…and ego…and overcompetitive nature.
“Tired already?” you asked. Hangman looked up, and the corners of his mouth turned up a bit. “It’s a lot, isn’t it.”
“Sure is,” he chuckled. “You look…incredible, darling.”
“Thank you,” you smiled, suddenly feeling nervous in front of him. “You do, too.”
“Hard to believe it’s almost January. It feels like we got here yesterday.”
“I don’t believe in time. This isn’t real,” you shook your head and laughed. “Things go by way too fast for me to process anything. I’m in denial of the fact that none of us knew each other five years ago.”
“Coyote and Payback weren’t best friends. Let that sink in,” Hangman added on. “Neither were Bob and Phoenix.”
“There’s no way…”
“Part of me misses how we used to be, though. Before the academy.”
“Jake, we fought all the time through college,” you reminded him. “Why would you want to go back to it?”
“Well…the year’s almost over. Might as well turn over a new leaf,” he held a hand out to you. “What do you say?”
“Okay.” You smiled, and shook his hand. “I like the sound of that.”
“It’s like they’re sucked into their own bubble. Lost in their own little world,” Payback observed the two of you laughing together. “Y’know, the tiny city in the Lorax? Like that, but make it naval aviators. It’s cute.”
“It would be cuter if they would just kiss already,” Fanboy groaned. “How long has it been? Four years?”
“‘Cause Seresin’s dumb ass thinks that insulting Y/N all the time is the ultimate way to win her over. None of his thousand attempts have come across to her clear enough yet,” Coyote backed up. “But we gotta give ‘em time. That’s all we can do right now.”
“I guess so…”
“Jake. If you keep chugging your tequila like that, you’ll regret it,” you warned. “Starting the new year with a hangover isn’t the way to go.”
“You said my first name.”
“Did you even hear what I said after that?”
“You’ve never said my first name before,” Hangman observed. “But now you did. It’s nice. I like the change.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to get annoyed, not when he was looking at you the way he currently was. Eyes once filled with hardness and frustration now softened at the sight of you.
“Hold still.” Your brows furrowed in concentration as you reached up to fix his tie. “Your tie’s all crooked.”
Your fingers accidentally brushed against his skin, and electricity shot through your body. You stood there, frozen for a moment, before bringing them down—and his eyes stayed on you the whole time.
“There,” you stated, dusting your hands off. It was a miracle that you could utter even a word without your voice trembling. “Good as new.”
“Thanks.”
The awkward silence that fell over you afterward was rather heavy. You didn’t know how long it lasted for, standing there, avoiding intense eye contact while trying not to melt into the floor.
A series of loud voices snapped you out of your awkward moment. Everyone had gathered around the bar, watching the TV and counting out loud. Thirty seconds left…so you let Hangman take your hand and lead you closer to the scene. 
You didn’t say anything, even when he kept his grip on your hand and looked up at the screen. You found that you liked the company and didn’t want him to let go of you.
15, 14, 13, 12
11, 10, 9, 8
Hangman turned towards you once again. “Y/N.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Okay.” The word was out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. 
7, 6
5, 4
His hand slid up to your cheek. The air in the room grew impossibly thicker, and you face felt hotter.
3, 2, 1...and like a flash of lightning, his lips are on yours and you melt into his touch. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin and you hold onto his shoulders to keep your balance. Both of you are most likely a bit tipsy but that does little to slow down the butterflies in your stomach. He’s everywhere and you’re on fire and you should stop yourselves at this point but you don’t. You can’t, because you don’t want to. How could you have imagined that his lips would feel so perfect; so delicately warm and soft against yours; that with one small gesture, he could break down the walls you tried so hard to build up around your heart. He was here, but he was everywhere, too. 
When you finally break apart, you’re dazed and confused. You’re too out of it to notice Bob and Coyote exchanging wads of cash, or that it’s already several minutes past twelve. Your head is spinning, and your knees feel weak. 
It’s a miracle that you make it home that night without passing out.
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It was only a kiss, you tell yourself. That’s all it was supposed to be. But it still manages to creep its way into your dreams, into your sleep, and sinks into your skin—you can’t escape it. What had only lasted for a few minutes was taking up your entire day and sucking all the energy from your body. You wanted to crawl into a deep hole and stay there forever—at least in the darkness, nobody could visualize your embarrassment. And your reddening face. And the way you clung to him like there was no tomorrow.
“The queen has finally emerged from her beauty sleep.” Maverick looked amused as you lifted your head off your desk and blinked. “Welcome back.”
“Sorry, Mav,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. 
He gave you a look that seemed to say he understood what was going on. “It’s okay. Now back to what I was saying…”
It was like you were dragging your feet through rivers of mud. You could still feel him. His lips ghosting over yours, hands leaving the imprint of his tantalizing touch on your waist. You couldn’t get the feeling out of your head…but how could you? This was Hangman, and Hangman was a difficult person to forget—he was everything and you hated to love it.
After the day’s lesson finished, you were out of there and in the dining hall as fast as possible. 
“You look like you saw your morals fly right out the window,” Fanboy noted as he set his tray down and sat next to you. 
“Because they did,” you muttered. “New year, new me? More like new year, and old habits die hard.”
“I wouldn’t call your feelings for Seresin an old habit. They’ve always been there. It came to you naturally.”
“Shut up before I throw this juicebox at you.”
“You should do something, you know. You kissed.”
“And we had both been drinking before. He only initiated it because of the liquor confidence boost.”
“So? That doesn’t change how he was looking at you before. He was standing over there waiting for you to come to him,” Fanboy argued. “Give the man a chance. You ran away too fast last night.”
“Fine. But you owe me dinner tomorrow.”
“Deal.”
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Can we talk?
You typed out a quick Meet by the docks before grabbing your purse and heading out the door. He was already there when you arrived.
“Hey…” you began.
“Hey.”
You stood there in silence as he started to speak. “So, about last night. I wasn’t drunk, at least, not enough to forget what I said or did. I hope you weren’t? I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you.”
“I wasn’t.” 
“Okay, good.”
“Yeah.”
“Great.”
Right then, you became all too aware of the way he was gazing at you—alcohol or not, the look in Hangman’s eyes was the exact same as the one last night…and you felt your pulse start racing. Had he always stared at you that way but you were too oblivious to notice? 
“Why are you looking at me like that?” your voice came out so quiet that he almost missed what you said. 
“Sweetheart, I don’t know how else to look at you.”
You felt your cheeks grow hot. It was only a kiss. Nothing more. 
“You didn’t do it out of pity, right?”
“I couldn’t do that to you or myself. I didn’t do it on accident, Y/N. It wasn’t a mistake.”
“Oh.”
You took three steps toward him, enough to be mere inches away from his face. His arms wrapped around you on instinct and you let him pull you close. Then when he tilted his head down to kiss you again, you let him, and the butterflies remained. 
He was here, and he was everywhere, too.
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ROTTMNT Tickle Headcanons
Hey y’all, these are my headcanons for the turtle boys :)))
(Ngl these are kinda loose and I don’t follow them super strictly in my fics, but I still think they’re cute!)
(Also, I’m a sucker for Leo and Donnie being twins so I’m sorry for my favoritism showing lmao-)
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Raph
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Ler:
He definitely prefers being the ler
He LOVES torturing his younger brothers
(Like, he loves messing with them, it’s just the older brother privilege)
Whenever he’s in a bad mood his younger brothers’ laughter always cheers him up
He WRECKS Leo when he’s being a little shit-
(Which is like all of the time-)
Whenever Donnie gets too cocky about being a genius he puts him in his place, but Donnie gets overstimulated quickly so he knows when to stop :)
Because Mikey is the baby, he’s always the main target for tickles from Raph
Lee:
He’s ticklish but not nearly as bad as the other three
His worst spot is probably his neck, but it’s hard to get to because he protects himself really well
He turns the tables so quickly
(I mean the dude’s massive, it’s easy for him-)
He doesn’t mind being tickled, especially if he’s rough-housing with his brothers
His laugh is very deep and rough, but if his brothers get him in the right spot his laugh gets more giggly
(His brothers absolutely LOVE hearing that side of him and will gang up on him just to hear it)
Mikey
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Ler:
Dr. Delicate Touch really lives up to his reputation
(HE CAN BE RUTHLESS)
He loves to mess with Donnie and Leo especially
(Much like Raph, he also knocks Donnie down a peg when he’s being too cocky or grumpy)
HE TEASES
Like, so well???
None of his brothers can stand his teases-
LOVES to give tickle hugs :)))
Lee
HIS LAUGH IS SO CUTE
Like, he may be the smallest turtle, but his laugh is LOUD
Similar to Raph, I wanna say his neck is his worst spot
(He ABSOLUTELY SHRIEKS)
But he’s sensitive everywhere else as well
He doesn’t mind being tickled, but he isn’t touch-starved enough to crave it all of the time
Was always the target growing up because he was the youngest, Splinter had to save him from his older brothers a few times lmao
He hides in his shell if he can escape his brothers fast enough, which is usually a fifty-fifty
Donnie
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Ler:
His teases are literally so monotonous they DRIVE HIS BROTHERS INSANE
LIKE-
He’s the dude that asks, “Why are you laughing?” while in the middle of tickling somebody
He has it out for Leo-
(That boy is just asking for it half of the time-)
Being twins, they always try to annoy the crap out of each other so they just target one another all of the time-
(He gets so smug it drives Leo up the wall-)
He loves to tickle Mikey when he’s being annoying or to get him back
He definitely prefers being the ler
(He likes to have power lmao)
Lee:
As much as he prefers being the ler, he’s too ticklish for his own good-
(Of course his brothers know Donnie gets overstimulated quickly so they never torture him for too long)
BUT HE DEFLECTS
I wanna say the back and sides of his shell are his worst spots, considering it’s his most vulnerable area-
(Luckily he has a battle shell on most of the time because his brothers would be so ruthless)
(Like one poke and he’s SHRIEKING)
His laugh is actually really wholesome, and his brothers love to hear it because he usually doesn’t genuinely laugh often :)
He doesn’t hate being tickled but it depends on the situation and who he’s with if he’s having a good time or not
(It’s kinda hit or miss with him)
Leo
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Ler:
NOW- THIS BOY-
HE’S SO MEAN
(Like look at his fucking smirk-)
He points out the fact that his brothers are sensitive and uses that to be annoying
His teases aren’t as flustering as Mikey or Donnie’s, but HE IS SO OUT OF POCKET HE’LL MAKE FUN OF HIS BROTHERS
(Out of love of course)
He LOVES to mess with Donnie, like I said, the twins have it out for each other
(But also cheers up Donnie when he’s being edgy)
He also loves to get Mikey, he’s gotta mess with his baby bro too
He’ll get Raph if he’s feeling like being extra annoying lmao
He loves being the ler, but he’s almost always becomes the lee
Lee:
Bro is too confident he’s always a target-
I MEAN HE LITERALLY ASKS FOR IT
(He loves to poke and annoy his brothers I mean come on-)
That being said, he definitely likes being tickled, he thinks it’s fun and a good way to bond with his brothers :)
I think his worst spots are along his shell where his ribs would be and his sides
HIS LAUGH IS REALLY FUNNY AND CUTE
(Like its almost impossible to not smile when he laughs)
If he’s really craving it he just straight up flops on top of one his brothers and they know-
He might be confident, but he can get VERY flustered really quickly
(His brothers think it’s really funny and ironic-)
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Prompt idea:
IronStrange no!powers AU wherein Stephen goes into education after his accident, adopts America, and realizes that he has a passion for working with kids, so he takes a job teaching biology and chemistry at a private academy for gifted children in K-12 in upstate New York. It isn't long before he becomes the PTA liason for the school, and immediately he's proven to be great at his job.
Meanwhile, Tony Stark has been divorced for a few years now, but his family has only grown with the adoption of Peter and Harley. After discovering that the boys have been struggling with a bullying problem, Tony decides to move all three of his kids to this academy Pepper and May had told him about, and buys a house in the area. All three of his kids thrive there, and Peter and Harley won't shut up about their new science teacher, so when they come home with a flyer from him asking parents to volunteer for the annual autumn carnival, Tony finds himself attending a PTA info meeting and immediately becomes smitten with the alluring Doctor Strange. Pretty soon, Tony finds himself volunteering for every PTA event just to spend a little more time with Stephen, completely oblivious to the fact that his growing crush isn't unrequited. Bonus points if America is fast friends with Peter and Harley, and Morgan adores Stephen too. Additional bonus points if Stephen is just as oblivious as Tony- gotta love that pining, lol.
Sorry if that's too much detail for a prompt, I just love your style so much and I think you could really do something like this justice
Can you hear me singing?! I really love this prompt, thank you so much for sending it!!
It’s gonna take me a while unfortunately, as I’m currently working full time and writing some other fics, so I wrote this whole thing for the meantime (I’m thinking the actual fic is going to have to be chaptered to get the full effect, I’m getting a million ideas already for this one).
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This prompt kind of ties in with this idea I’ve been wanting to write about Stephen actually delivering America, and that’s how they meet and he actually meets and adopts her through the connection there.
The idea has been sitting in my list for a while, because I’ve never had anything to follow up with, but I think it would be cool to add in this fic (because I love Doctor Dad and backstories, I’m sorry).
Maybe America’s Mum’s have an accident on the way to the hospital, and Stephen has to emergency deliver her because he’s the only Doctor available at the time.
Maybe her Mum’s both passed away then, and she’s an orphan baby now
Or maybe they’re all okay, but another accident years down the track claims their lives, and Stephen finds out she’s an orphan
Or he meets her again in the hospital because she goes looking for the doctor who delivered her while she’s staying there recovering herself from the accident. Even better if this is in the same timeline as Stephen’s accident, and they’re both patients and they build a connection during the long hours of having no where else to go.
He wasn’t really looking to be a Dad, but something deep inside of him is really drawing him to her. He can’t stand to let her fade into the unknown, so he puts his hand up for carer, and later he makes the adoption official.
Let’s headcanon she’s really smart, but because of her dislexia, it’s hard for her to put her thoughts on paper. So Stephen tutors her and they have these brainstorming nights where they just talk science all night long, and he realises he likes this, teaching kids, they’re so optimistic and artistic and anything is possible to them.
He lost that optimism spark a long time ago, but she’s reigniting it again.
So he starts looking for teaching jobs, thinks of maybe starting his own after school club or something, when an old college professor of his, who finished out his last working years at a gifted school, retires and actually recommends Stephen. He’s heard about Stephen’s accident and thinks this’ll be good for him.
It has to be a sign, that the job practically found Stephen, and it’s so close to home they could walk, and America gets a free education and all the resources she wants- whatever career she decides to pursue.
So he accepts the job. Has five crisis’, almost a breakdown before he starts, but America drags him in the school gates their first morning. And he’s worried, that he’ll hate these kids, or they’ll hate him, and they’ll be annoying and disinterested, disrespectful, or ask a million questions about his hands.
But they hit him rapid fire with questions from the very first bell, and when they realise Stephen really knows his stuff, they’re actually super excited to be in his class.
This won’t be a year of boring lectures from a textbook, Stephen is interesting, and not afraid of gore or messiness. His classes are interesting and real, and it hits Stephen one day, that these kids are wanting to grow up and be doctors and research scientists because of him.
He may not be the king of an operating theatre anymore, but being the king of a classroom of young minds, where he’s making hundreds of other masters of their craft is… wow, this is so much more important than anything else he’s ever been and he loves it.
Meanwhile, Tony has primary custody of his three kids. He’s stepped back a little from work and the limelight (leaving Pep to be CEO of Stark Industries) and he’s really just enjoying being a Dad. These kids are healing traumas he didn’t even knew he had. He still can’t believe he’s kind of good at it.
Pepper and May are still involved in the kids lives, they’ve all got their routines and their family dynamic works seamlessly. They’re both thriving in their careers, and Tony is equally happy for them.
He isn’t at all prepared for the day he’s phoned to the principals office, and Peter and Harley are both pouting and Harley has an actual black eye, and for a second, Tony questions his humanity, because he’s going to kill whoever did that to Harley.
He fusses over the boys until one of the school officials comes along and invites them into the office. Neither of the kids would tell him anything, they’ve never been so shut down with him before, practically sticking to one another silently and refusing to tell him anything.
It all makes sense when he’s told the boys have been the targets of bullying at the school. It literally shatters his heart, and he doesn’t understand why they never told him, until it’s revealed half of the awful things said to them are mockeries surrounding their relationship with Tony.
“I bet you don’t even know Tony Stark” “He’s just using you for good PR because you’re so pathetic” “He only adopted you to look good” “Tony must be ashamed that you’re his sons” “I hope Tony comes to his senses and drops you back on the doorstep you came from.”
Tony un-enrols them on the spot, shouts some choice words to the heads of the school who have allowed this to go on to the point where it became physical, and takes the boys home and cuddles them for two days straight, heartbreakingly icing Harley’s black eye.
Late at night, Pepper and May have heard all about it, while the boys are sleeping. Tony’s wanting names- the kids names, family names, Tony wants to take down anyone and everyone associated with whoever has been picking on his kids, but the women talk Tony out of becoming a bully himself, pushing him into devoting his energy to the kids and giving them a fresh start.
When Pepper is dropping Morgan back off at the end of the weekend, she and Tony discuss the situation, and Pepper tells him about a school for the extraordinarily gifted, like their three children.
She’s heard good things, and she’ll look into it for him. She’s not really happy with Morgan’s school either, and Tony agrees, and it might be easier if all three kids went to the same school.
A week later, Tony is ushering three nervous faces in the gates, holding all three hands. He’s keeping it together- business cold, hoping if he’s calm, it’ll calm the kids. He spends the day stress pacing and calling the school to check that there hasn’t been any incidents.
His said his goodbyes in the morning to three quiet, anxious children, and is bombarded at the gates that afternoon by three smiling, laughing, shouting kids, all talking over each other to tell him about their day.
Their hair is in shambles, they’re literally buzzing. Meanwhile Tony’s been on the verge of vomiting all day with anxiety.
A couple weeks go by, and the hype stays. Tony feels good about making the decision to enrol them there, so good that he’s happy to pack up their life and move closer to the school. Out of their apartment and into a home. It’s a little further away from Pep and May, but they’re happy with the move, too.
Every afternoon the kids brag for hours about school, and Tony hasn’t missed that Doctor Strange is the favourite teacher by far as the boys are concerned. They love his science lessons, love his teaching, his experiments, his guidance. Also, his homework is actually cool, even Tony can admit that, so he gets bonus points.
A few months go by, and Tony is actually hoping parent teacher meetings come up soon, because he so wants to meet this Doctor Strange, who is good as God to the boys. Tony’s even considered reaching out and making one, under a false pretence that he wants to check the boys are warming well to their new school.
So when the boys come home one day, a couple months later, with a flyer from the one Doctor Strange about the upcoming PTA meeting, Tony see’s it as the perfect opportunity to meet the man. They’re also seeking donations for the autumn carnival, and Tony is sure he can sort something out with Pep, so that he has an excuse to speak to the man one on one.
Peter and Harley are insisting he should go, he’s gonna love Doctor Strange, and honestly, Tony’s kind of got a weird little crush? on the man. Even though they’ve never met, the boys have talked so much about him Tony honestly feels like he knows him.
So, he puts on some nice dress pants and a button up and more casual jacket, and goes to his first ever PTA meeting.
He phones May in the car park, kind of freaking out, and she talks him into taking the last steps into the building.
Tony has loved being a Dad, and he’s done all this school stuff before, but suddenly, he’s really spooked at the idea of attending an actual PTA meeting. Suddenly he’s feeling totally inadequate being there.
He’s glued himself to the drinks table at the entrance, and Tony Stark has never, ever been shy, but he feels like he doesn’t really belong there.
Meanwhile, Doctor Strange has noticed a new face at the meeting, and makes his way over to welcome him. He wasn’t expecting Tony Stark, but he’s glad at least one of his students parents read the flyer and actually turned up.
They talk, and Stephen calms him down while Tony is very steadily growing heart eyes.
Stephen is so authoritative, and well spoken, and intelligent, and actually Peter and Harley don’t brag enough, this man is incredible. He’s so thorough and clear running the meeting, he’s organised and has such great ideas.
Tony’s afraid to stand up out of his seat afterwards, he’s fairly certain he might be more than a little turned on.
So he says his goodbyes and goes home to 1) research more about this Doctor Strange, and 2) find something good to donate/contribute to this carnival so he has an excuse to talk to the man again.
They meet casually here and there, talk politely, and Tony finds any and every excuse for them to bump into each other again as soon as possible. It might as well be Christmas the day Tony finds out Harley’s new best friend America is Stephen’s daughter!!!!
She’s got an infinite invitation to the Stark house, so long as her Dad drops her off and picks her up so Tony can see him.
Tony gets more and more involved in the PTA, just to be close to Stephen, and they get friendlier and friendlier, and Tony’s crush is bigger than Jupiter now, and all the kids are teasing him about it, but who could blame him?
Stephen is perfect, and such a good Dad, and god Tony just wants the man in his house for the rest of their lives.
Maybe they have a lot of almosts.
Getting stuck together at he top of a ferris wheel at the carnival, but they never quite kiss.
They go tea tasting together, and Tony could fucking spit it back in his mug, but he swallows every sample for Stephen.
They decorate the hall for prom, and chaperone and they almost kiss again under the lights like a teenage dream. But they don’t.
Tony’s so fucking desperate he might just steal a kiss.
Maybe on the school camping trip they go on, or at the competition where Harley and America win first prize for their invention. Maybe while they’re cooking for charity work, or when Tony invites Stephen to the tower and lets him poke around at their research.
In the end, it’s simple. It late at night, and goodbyes are too hard when they’re this tired.
Tony kisses Stephen, and later, when his head is clear, he can’t believe that Stephen actually kissed him back. He literally goes to bed smiling that night.
It’s Stephen who suggests their first date, and everything falls into place from there.
Eventually, America and Stephen pack up their apartment and move into the Stark’s house, and they do bonfires, and light marshmallows. Friday nights are for movie marathons, and Saturdays are usually spent brainstorming world changing devices and medicines.
They’re happy, and in love, and a family.
Tony and Stephen both adopt all children, and Stephen gets to know Pepper and May, and they all go together to the kids big functions, and share tissues and embarrass them all every time.
And even well past the older kids graduation, Tony is a familiar face around school.
The husband of everyone’s favourite Doctor Strange, always at his husbands side, practically a trophy-spouse, making sure everything is in order and his husband is happy and successful in his endeavours.
Everyone knows them, everyone loves them. They’re the it couple, even though they’re both in their fifties now.
They visit the kids at college all the time, and vacation most of the rest of their spare time.
They’re happy, and eventually they downsize to a small cottage and live a simple life together in one another’s company, far from everything that was difficult in their earlier lives.
They watch the kids take over Tony’s company and do great things, and they feel so incredibly lucky this is their lives. It’s been perfect.
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dombottom · 2 years
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He charged through the room. Fists balled up, neck veins bulging. He was pacing around. It was a real man tantrum and it was perfect. I walked in after him. “God are you ok? I can’t believe they would talk to you like that,” I said. He turned to me eyes wild. “Dude what the FUCK was that?! They’re gonna try and humiliate me? In front of the client I secured?! Nah man I’m trying not to lose it right now.” He said. It was hard not to laugh. He was nearly in tears because he was corrected by the owners of the company during a meeting. It was a full blown man tantrum, and it was making me hungry. “Even if they were right, they can’t treat you like that, and after you worked so hard…what can I do?” I was able to muster my most earnest voice. He had his face in his hands. “I just don’t know why know one respects what I do here,” he said. “Listen I see how hard you work, I appreciate it, you’re like a hero,” I said. If I weren’t laying a trap I would’ve thrown up. He giggled, “fuck off man.” I sat next to him. “No really you are, you put up with so much bull shit… I don’t know how you do it.” I said. “I don’t either man, one of these days I’m gonna walk outta here I swear.” He said, puffing out his chest. “Honestly they should be sucking your toes for all you do, if it was my company I would,” I said. “Dude… don’t be weird ok? I can’t take it right now,” he said. “I just wish men would treat you the way you deserve to be treated is all I’m saying,” I answered. We were in the end game now. “Listen thanks for talking to me I think- I mean I’m not trying to assume you’re hitting on me- I just I’m not really into guys, and gay whatever so you know I just wanna say that in case,” he said. Idiot. “What’s gay about getting your toes sucked?” I asked. “I don’t know, I was just saying, or maybe it is? I’ve never had someone do that, so—” he answered. Boom. Now he was mine. I was down on the floor like a cat. He was saying woah woah woah as I was pulling off a shoe. “You have beautiful feet,” I said. “Uhm dude this is crazy, like you gotta chill,” he was already turning red. I licked my lips and gave his big toe a gentle kiss. “See that’s not gay is it?” I said smoothly. “Brooo” he said quietly. I started to lick and kiss his foot. He moaned, by the time I was on the second toe I could see his massive hard-on. “This is fucking crazy man you really shouldn’t be doing that I’m just stressed you don’t have to do that for me I’m, I’m oh fuuuck it does feel good I can’t lie.” He was a mess. My mess. I stood and walked behind him, rested my head on his big shoulder and kissed his ear. I snaked my arms under his and rubbed his ever-growing hard on. He was groaning and mumbling a word that wasn’t quite stop. I reached down his pants I could feel his heart beat in his shaft. “You see this is the real problem, you don’t know what you need… you don’t know your body, you don’t even know what feels good. Do you?” I whispered. “I-I don’t oh my god, you are fucking crazy I swear. Please don’t stop,” he said as I started to stroke him. “You need this don’t you?” I asked. “Oh god yessss” he said. He was writhing in my arms. “It feels good when I’m in control doesn’t it?” I said as I started licking his neck. “Oh god yes! It feels so good,” he said. He was humping my hand. I made sure not to squeeze enough to really get him off. “You don’t have to decide, you don’t have to lead, free to just feel so good,” I said. “Yes I want to be free, Oh god please don’t stop,” he said. His breaths were getting ragged. “Sir…Oh Sir please don’t stop,” I corrected. “Yes Sir, please don’t stop Sir I need it please,” he said quickly. It was too easy. I stood up again letting go of his impressive meat, I took my shirt off and went back to his feet. He opened his mouth to plead, I held up my finger. “Shhh…we’ll get there but not so fast I’m in control right?” I said, getting back to his work on his big feet. “Yes Sir! You’re in control,” He said. “Gooood boy,” I whispered.
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clever-fox-studios · 1 month
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Another Ch 8 snippet
It's my birthday, i do what I want, so have another section of chapter 8 cuz this one's a bit beefy:
“What in Azil’s shell is this?”
Neither brother knew what they were looking at for a moment aside from massively overgrown shrubs and climbers that had won the battle against whatever was underneath them, the clearing full to bursting with foliage and creeping vines twisting in and out of tree branches and structures of metal and rope that must have served a purpose before the plant Armageddon arrived. Jenn herself seemed perturbed as they arrived at the edge of the leafy wall after a few minutes of trekking through the forest at her behest, one hand rubbing the back of her head confusedly. “Well, it was my training course,” she answered after a moment, Moon feeling more confused than before. “I knew I forgot something when I got home.”
“Training course?” the navy bot inquired. Beside him, Sun kne;t down and grabbed a leaf from the dense cloud of green wrapping around their feet, giving it a gentle squeeze and finding it plush and bouncy.
“Uh, yeah.” Even the human found her words hard to believe for a moment.
“Training for what?”
Casting a glance at the nosey blue robot, Jenn raised a brow. “Well, unlike you I have to actually maintain my fitness levels.” Moon’s eyes glinted brightly at her sarcasm. “Don’t let the overgrowth fool you,” she added on, kneeling next to Sun and pulling a coil of greenery out of the ground with little resistance. “Trusslin is a very fast growing plant, leave it be long enough and it’ll overtake an area in a matter of weeks. I must have forgotten to come trim it back.”
“It’s soft,” Sun commented, adding the data to his collection of plants.
“Ain’t it?” she mused, grabbing another handful.
“Why not just get rid of it?” Moon wondered, tilting his head while studying one of the overgrown structures.
“Cuz it happens that a carpet of trusslin is really great for breaking falls,” Jenn replied, standing up and pressing a leaf against Moon’s face, causing him to lean away. The leaf dropped onto his shoulder, causing him to pick it up and pause, rubbing it between his fingers; the leaves were velvety and gave way slightly, as if they were little pillows of air that had deflated just a tad. “It’s not gonna stop you from eating shekt if you fall from too high, but I’ve avoided quite a few broken bones because of this stuff. Grows like crazy if it’s light enough and forms natural curls in the stems that tangle together like a net. Just, uh…” She waved her hand over the mess. “Gotta keep up on pruning.”
Taking the leaf from Moon, who was done playing with the plant scrap, Sun squished it between his fingers, trying to contain a giggle. “What do you do with the trimmings?” he wondered, lifting the leaf toward his brother’s face, causing him to lean away slightly.
“Uh…” Thinking for a moment, Jenn counted with her fingers. “Compost, fodder, mulch… there’s no nutritional value unfortunately, and it doesn’t taste like anything, but you can dry them and they stay puffy and soft so I like to use the unbroken ones as scrub pads sometimes, otherwise they’re great padding for pillows and stuff.”
Grabbing Sun’s wrist and shooting him a glare when the leaf returned to his personal bubble, Moon snatched it from his brother’s grasp and dropped it out of reach; Sun only grinned mischievously back at him. “So I’m guessing if we want to use this stuff, we need to cull the overgrowth?” he asked as his other hand moved to stop Sun from putting a vine on his head.
“Unfortunately,” Jenn sighed, turning to face them. “I’ll get a bag and my trimmers and be right back.”
She’d barely left their line of sight before something soft came into swift contact with Moon’s temple–or it tried to at least, before he’d snatched it mid-arc, incidentally crushing the object in his hand. Wet grass wasn’t his favorite scent, but that was far less important than the sound of Sun’s amused snickering. “Quit it,” the darker bot warned, catching the quick motion of Sun plucking another leaf from the overgrowth. “What’re you doing?”
In response, Sun tossed the leaf at his face, causing him to swat it away.
“Sun!” Moon took a step toward his brother, intending to stop him from grabbing anything else to mess with.
Pftb.
They both paused, looking down. Moon lifted his foot, revealing a crushed trusslin leaf that had all of the air force out of it suddenly.
Sun choked back a snicker, chest quivering.
Moon bit the inside of his lip to keep back a laugh of his own, how voice warbling as he tried to keep it in. “Sun–Sun that’s not–” A grinding, throaty sound from the golden bot got him to cough a bit, both of them struggling to not laugh at the absurd noise. “Shut up, that–mkh–that wasn’t funny.”
“Yes it was.” Sun’s voice was barely a squeak.
Cheek aching from trying to fight the urge to smile, Moon had to turn away, losing the battle slowly against his own poor humor. “We really are children.”
Doubled over, Sun nodded, trying his best to calm himself down. A thick, fuzzy leaf bobbed in front of him as he exhaled; teal eyes flicked to Moon for a moment, then back to the leaf.
Moon saw the glance. “Do not.”
Sun reached for the leaf slowly, now holding Moon’s gaze with his mouth pressed thin with guilty pleasure.
“Sunrise.”
In a flash, Sun grabbed the leaf and pulled, twisting upright–
–Moon darted, trying to rip the leaf away before anything could be done with it.
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Welcome back, josou enthusiasts. Last time, Mizuho and Shinobu picked up some women’s underwear (known to some as the foundation of crossdressing) to round out Shinobu’s first girl mode outfit. This time, we’re going to take Shinobu out on her first adventure en femme. 
At the end of the previous update, I put up a poll to help decide where to have them go next. The results were:
Town: 2 votes
Amusement park: 2 votes
French restaurant: 1 vote
Tennis court: 2 votes (including mine)
A 3 way tie is tricky to resolve, but town introduces some important things, so let’s take care of that first. Tennis is short and it’s got a special outfit so I’ll try to squeeze that in soon too.
Incidentally, I obtained the music through a bit of exploring, so let’s ease into the update with the main title theme:
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First things first- we gotta equip the underwear. What had Mizuho picked out for us last time that had the two of them so flustered, I wonder, I wonder?
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A jra and joyshorts. I believe the flavor text describes them as something to the effect of “denim-like” or “with the vibes of denim” so I don’t think they’re actually junderwear but I could be wrong. Anyway I do like that they specifically start Shina here off with boyshorts instead of regular panties, I suppose that staple of the culture hasn’t changed much in 20 years. Equipping both gets Shina down from 109 bpm to 103. 
Important to note- if you don’t equip the underwear, Shina doesn’t pass and the events seem to mostly end with the two of them getting harassed and going home early. So put on the underwear. It’s the foundation of crossdressing, you know!
I also want to make a quick note about progression too. I tried out a few combinations of things, and it seems like the first time you visit any of these places you get the same event regardless of order. I’m not sure if your outfit or base stats influence things though, so getting access to clothes shopping is pretty important. This all feels very similar to messing around in first cycle termina or something though. Hard to tell how much is really accessible or what’s worth doing. 
Well, that’s enough dillydallying, I’m sure Mizuho is getting impatient. 
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We’re out in public. Shina is visibly (and understandably) extremely nervous. Mizuho assures her that if she acts confident it’ll be fine. Shinobu mumbles in agreement and thinks to herself that it’s unbelievable that she actually went out looking like this.
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“But when you crossdress and go out, the world is different, right?” Mizuho says.
“Yeah,” Shina agrees, “it’s like you’re not yourself.”
Mizuho says she remembers the feeling of going out for the first time well. Everything around seemed like it was brand new. She wondered why she’d never done it before, why she’d never gotten to know the world of crossdressing. Shina says she understands that feeling well. Just by dressing up it’s like a different world out there. 
Nearby they hear a solicitor passing out tissues. This is (was?) a common occurrence overseas similar to the american tradition of making someone stand out on the street and twirl signs. Mascot costume optional. They’re being kinda pushy.
The ad on the tissues says “recruiting: tele-club part time job.” Tele-club apparently being a term for phone sex hotlines. Shina muses that the two of them should probably think about looking for some part time work too... but working for a tele-club sounds like a bad idea. She also corrects herself from saying ‘boku’ to ‘atashi.’ They grow up so fast!
Mizuho agrees. She says it’ll help Shina with collecting new clothes and cosmetics and such.
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“I guess with crossdressing you also need money, huh,” she considers.
Ah piss and shit and fuck the tissue guy overheard. Damn it. Now they’re stuck talking to him. He’s asking them if they’re job hunting. God- god damn it. Come on man. He’s recommending they take a look at the tele-club job. What a hassle. Shina tries to politely turn him down. He’s disappointed but offers them a more regular part time job at a cafe instead. Well that’s very nice and not at all shady. He says cute girls like them would be well received, since they don’t have any waitresses. 
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“I wonder whether we’d get to wear a cute uniform or something,” Shina thinks to herself. But, she also figures that getting a part time job while crossdressing sounds like a terrible idea. She asks if they’re recruiting men for the job too, and-
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“Men?!” he’s totally flabbergasted. He says, well, we’re accepting anyone, but why? “Did you want to get a job with your boyfriend?” He asks if they have boyfriends. 
Man this guy is shady. But Shina is also not playing it off well at all. “Well, I don’t have a boyfriend, but, uh, what do I say-” she stammers.
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Mizuho asks for directions to the cafe. He explains the route. He also gives his name: Jin Asakura. “Let’s be friends, okay?”
You may have guessed from his severaltitude of sprites, but you can fuck that guy down the line. If you want. From what I understand there’s a few different jobs you can get, each with a handful of associated romanceable characters. I think you also meet the green haired girl through the cafe job, and maybe some others, but I’m not sure how the progression works out yet. More investigation to come. 
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“Jeez, you went and said something weird and that guy got confused,” Mizuho accuses. But she also agrees that crossdressing at work sounds awful. She also says she wants to see Shina as a waitress though. Much to consider, huh?
Thus ends the day. We’ve opened up a few new events by talking to that guy. For starters, there’s a new “your house” option on the map in girl mode, and it also adds the cafe on the map in boy mode. Like I said, I think I want to do the tennis court event next, but after that I might take suggestions about where to go again. 
Until next time, girls and girl-likes <3
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Read the first part of that prompt and thought it was going to be that Danny is Darkseid’s son. Idk a lot about Darkseid but now I can’t stop thinking about that idea
the “first part of that prompt” mentioned.
Fuck the past tHREE attempts to respond to this crashed. Here’s hoping that this one works.
I enjoy this idea a lot since there is a TON of ways this could go.
First of all: both the inhabitants of Apokolips and New Genesis are home to the same race: New Gods. They’re basically a very hard to kill superhero race. The New Gods reside in the 4th dimension but can occasionally create variants of wormhole technology (Motherboxes/Fatherboxes. A very simple summary: Sometimes both planets have Motherboxes, sometimes New Genesis has Motherboxes and Apokolips has Fatherboxes. They’re sentient computers that are used as a catchall for various technological feats needed in the comics.) to go to the 3rd dimension and most commonly visit Earth.
With that in mind there is a lot of questions on how Danny grows up. Does he get boom tubed to Earth as a means to escape New Genesis/Apokolips? Is he brought to earth as a baby, a child, or a teenager? Does he still have his genetic superpowers or are they somehow suppressed until the ghost portal?
Is Danny swapped with Miracle Man instead of Orion? Does Orion exist in this universe? If so, Does Danny view him as an older brother/younger brother figure, an enemy, or someone to challenge his place for the next in line to be the ruler of Apokolips? Does Orion know that Danny even exists at all? If Danny was swapped with Miracle Man, does Orion become the Big Bad in the story since he no longer is raised by the Highfather and no longer has New Genesian morals? Is both Danny and Orion given to New Genesis for the peace treaty? Is Danny exiled to Earth and no one knows he exists? Does Danny stay on Apokolips and becomes Phantom, Ruler of Infinite Realms and is an even curler ruler than Pariah Dark? Does Danny Not Look Human?
On that note, Danny is an alien from another dimension. His anatomy is not at all the same as earthlings. Does his parents know that he isn’t human right off the bat? Does this make them more accepting if/when he comes out to them as Phantom? Does Danny pass as a human and not know of his New God heritage or is he aware of it? Was being the part of a superhero race a part of the reason why he didn’t die in the portal accident? Is Danny FAR more powerful than in the show since he’s from an OP superhero race and is now a ghost with even more abilities?
Danny definitely would have some anger issues and trouble keeping himself calm. Apokoliptians are commonly genetically evil aligned warriors who are meant to combat the forces of good. Think Devils Vs Angels but Jack Kirby style. Danny (if nothing obstructs just abilities) is the basic super humanly strong, fast, thinks fast, etc. as a New God. Having Dan be if Danny gave into his urges for violence and rage and becoming a loyal follower of Darkseid could be a very interesting take on his character.
Oh also I gotta shove the idea in there that Big Barda finds Danny and trains him in the Female Furies combat regimen. (VERY short summary for Big Barda: Mister Miracles wife. Apokoliptian. Was one of Granny Goodness’s Female Furies before ditching Apokolips to be with Scott. The ‘big’ is because she’s insanely tall. She’s an insanely skilled combatant and is super pretty and will wipe the floor with her foes entrails.)
Y’all there’s so much you can do with this look at the possibilities of funky fics you could write. I’d highly recommend doing at least a small google about the New Gods to get an idea of the races backstory, the history of the comic, and the technology they possess. I didn’t detail everything in my Darkseid and Orion explanations so I’d HIGHLY recommend doing some research yourself.
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writersmorgue · 2 months
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Febuwhump Day 5 - Rope Burns
a personal favorite :P
TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 881
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Hanta releases some tape from his arm and kicks a piece of metal sticking from the roof. Deeming it sturdy, he wraps the tape and clutches Mina tightly to his chest with his free arm. 
“Meens, you gotta hold on, okay?” He says into her ear, steeling himself when he feels her grip on his neck tighten weakly. 
With one last glance at the wave of oncoming Nomu, he steps off the edge. 
He braces his legs on the bricks in front of him and begins to cascade down the building. The roar of the villains grows louder. 
If they get caught again, they’re dead. Mina can’t fight after what they did to her legs and he’s practically useless against the winged Nomu. 
He falls faster, immediately regretting not verbally warning Mina when she whimpers and shifts enough in on his chest to tip their weight too far to the side. 
“Shit!” He yelps, his boot slipping from the wall. His legs dangle, the weight of both him and Mina on his single tape strand almost unbearably painful. 
Fuck fuck fuck fuck, what do I do?!
Mina gasps at the sudden movement, her broken legs dangling uselessly as she begins to slip from Hanta’s grip. 
She digs her fingers into his neck, whispering frantically, “Hanta please don’t drop me. I don’t want to die, please please… I’ll hold on I promise I’ll do better!”
“Shh,” He sighs into her hair, hoisting his knee up to rest under her. He mentally prepares himself, loosening his grip on the tape ever so slightly, testing his grip, “You’re gonna be okay.”
He lets them drop. 
Immediately he feels the skin on his palms protest. Although he has thicker callouses than most from training, not even leather could withstand this much friction at such a high velocity. 
Something is screeching in his ear, but he can’t tell if it’s Mina or the wind.
She’s clutching onto him with more force than he expected, but honestly, the pain in his shoulders from her weight is helping distract him from-
The tape breaches his skin, digging directly into the meat and nerves of the crease between his thumb and index fingers. 
He yells, eyes watering as he tries to look up at his hand. 
Blood is spraying up into a fine mist, the rest staining the tape pink as he slides down. 
He grits his teeth, shaking his head and checking their progress. They’re pretty close to the ground now, considering. 
How the hell am I going to stop us enough to now decimate both our legs? If Mina takes another hit that hard I’m not sure she’ll make it. 
A blood-curdling hum pierces through his body, raising goosebumps across his skin and painful shivers down his back. 
Fuck, it hit the bone. 
Screw hitting the ground too hard, if it saws through my hand enough I won’t be able to hold us at all. If we freefall now, it’ll still be ten stories.
He thinks for a moment; Using his legs is impossible at this speed, he doesn’t have the strength to wrap his hand again, and recruiting Mina in any capacity is completely out of the question. 
He can only think of a few options, but all would cause him serious injury. 
Fuck, they’re falling too fast even with his hand. The only other option is death for both of them. 
He knows Present Mic is somewhere under them, so he just needs to be alive on the ground, and they’ll be okay.
Hanta breathes heavily through his nose, readjusting Mina in his arms so his other elbow is pointed upwards enough…
Now just to get the timing right.
He waits until he sees the glow of the street lights in his peripheral to let tape out of his other arm, giving it some slack before slowing the feed slightly-
Pain erupts from both of his shoulders, the bones cracking loud enough to be audible through the noise around them. 
Shit, too fast!
They jerk to a stop, Mina tumbling out of his arms only a few feet to the ground below. 
His head falls back, jolted by the stop, and he’s unable to muster the will to move anymore. 
“Cellophane!” Mic shouts, sending a bystander to drag Mina out of the way. 
Hanta is just dangling there, he can tell his dispensers are down to their last few inches without time to recharge. 
He’s sure pulling his arms out of their sockets didn’t help, but what little he can feel of his elbows burns like hell. 
Hanta groans loud enough to signal life, allowing Mic to cut his tape and grab onto him. 
There’s noise from above them, and the winged Nomu must not have been far behind because Mic pulls his head into his chest and activates his quirk into the air. 
Hanta winces at the volume and cries out in pain when Mic begins to run while carrying him. He can feel the arm not tucked between him and Mic dangling uselessly, sharp pains running up his arm to his upper back. 
“You were awesome, kid.” Mic says quietly once they’re inside the building, “You can rest now.”
Hanta grimaces weakly, though he would be grinning if he could. 
He did it. 
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re-reading the latest POV update and i just gotta say that i'm so glad you confirmed that gwen is a bitch. i always felt guilty thinking it but it's clear as day. i really hope mj gets a chance to tell her off (and the rest of the crew who treated them so poorly when they found out, ahem flash, not you harry never you!) i'm dying every day for an update but thank you so much for sharing this universe with us, completely obsessed!
if you didn’t think Gwen was a bitch or didn’t want to, I mean! It makes sense! It’s not what MJ thought! It’s been such an undercurrent, planned thing for MJ (and the audience) to really grasp how off balance everything is and has been. There’s a reason I’ve written so much of MJ’s backstory with her mom, her sister, her relationship with Gwen— not just for fun filler but to prove the point of how much of her life has been defined by her relationships, and not always in the best way.
I’ve worked so hard to try and show that Gwen being a bitch (affectionate) doesn’t mean that she’s a bad person, she’s just 21. All of them really, they might seem like they’re being rude and awful to Peter and MJ— and yes, they are— but it’s not out of nowhere. It’s based on their history and experiences with Peter, having to grow up really fast from learning their friend was throwing himself into danger since they were in high school.
It doesn’t make any of them right but it does make it understandable— and why MJ being an outsider helps shift the perspective, on Peter and eventually, of her own self
I love pov so much and am so glad you love it too! Thank you for asking a question about the story and not just an ask for an update lmao. I could talk shop for stories all day!!!!
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moondal514 · 5 months
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So! I’ve made a fic rec list of what’s fast becoming my fave type of SHL!WenZhou fic, which I don’t really know what to call but they’re like. Fics that deep dive the WenZhou traumatized brain juices with bonus orgasms? Or something?
Idk but these fics all fit together in my mind as the same genre for whatever reason and I love them.
Please mind the tags of each fic cuz some of them are quite dark and heavy
Let Me Love You by hansbekhart/ @hansbekhart
It had been so easy to imagine, because Wen Kexing has spent a lot of time steeped in his own fantasies: spending his days growing things with his own hands, assembling them into things that would nurture bodies instead of break them. Maybe A-Xiang and her stupid xiao-Cao would join them. Maybe he would be happy forever, here with A-Xu, their hair growing white together. It seemed so simple: all both of them had to do was stay.
Could one return to paradise, after doing such things? Was it really possible to stay?
Zhou Zishu seemed to think so. His hands were as bloody as Wen Kexing’s and yet here he was, in his soft rumpled clothes, his soft rumpled hair, lazing around before meals as if it was only his right that they be served to him. This land, where the flowers bloomed in all four seasons, had happily welcomed the cruel leader of Tian Chuang back into itself. This idiot didn’t even know where the key to all his money was, and yet he was still ready to hand it all over to Wen Kexing to do as he liked.
Wen Kexing watches Zhou Zishu fuss around, and thinks of saying, where I come from, they don’t really call me Philanthropist Wen, you know.
Local killer struggles with the prospect that he could happily retire (and also PTSD but you know)
this love like an exit wound by ripeteeth/ @ripeteeth
Any way you want your pleasure, he thinks, take it from me.
“Lao Wen,” he hears, from somewhere far above him. “Let me in.”
Sometimes you gotta have unhinged marathon sex to celebrate the fact that you and the love of your life aren’t dead
go the hard way with me by Anonymous
The first time, they were in Yueyang.
Wen Kexing had passed the day spending Zhou Zishu's money, flitting from bauble to bauble in the marketplace, coveting this, tasting that, smiling at him through honey-stained lips and asking with that coy look in his eyes,
"Would you begrudge me this small joy, A-Xu? Wouldn't you rather see me happy?"
Happy. What did Zhou Zishu know about that? Happiness was not something to be bought or sold. Happiness wasn't a painted scroll. It wasn't something to be captured by ink on paper in a beautiful word, a burst of color.
But perhaps it could be something fleeting and melodious. The clear trill of a xiao under moonlight, sweet as rainwater on new spring leaves. Or perhaps it was the wrecked sounds that issued from Wen Kexing's mouth when Zhou Zishu fucked him that night.
Five times Zhou Zishu makes Wen Kexing cry during sex.
Absolutely gut-wrenching
the belly of it by astronicht/ @astronicht
A soft black evening in a Jiangnan inn; they are drinking, and hesitating.
Or, Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing fail to discuss sadism, and do not quite have sex, on a technicality.
Unreliable narrator!Zhou Zishu my beloved
Hands Fit For Holding by Vorvayne/ @vorvayne
dis·so·ci·ate | \ (ˌ)di-ˈsō-shē-ˌāt, -sē- \
transitive verb: to separate from association or union with another. Latin dissociatus, past participle of dissociare, from dis- + sociare to join, from socius: companion
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Zhou Zishu is poisoned. Wen Kexing will do whatever he has to.
The emotions this fic made me feel…indescribable
our restless shadows by northofallmusic/ @northofallmusic
Two attempts at being together, and everything that happens in between.
Or:
Wen Kexing is not Zhen Yan any more. That boy is dead.
One of THE Wen Kexing character studies of all time
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Could you maybe do some headcanons of 1010 with a S/O who is ashamed of their past, stuff like being very awful in childhood and cheating in high school, maybe still not being exactly “the best” in the present, and it can sometimes make them feel like they’re not good enough or not deserving of their success in life? It doesn’t have to be all of 1010 or just 1010 if you want.
-💿 anon (if you don’t want anons signing off, then please ignore this)
White/Rin: The first thing he does when you’re upset is make an effort to comfort you. He can tell that this is weighing a lot on your mind, so he makes sure you know through affirmations and a focused gaze that he’s listening. He wants to know exactly what’s troubling you.
“Baby, take a breath,” he reminds you every time you get worked up. “Stay in the present.” He tries to give you time to say all that you need to, but to keep you from spiraling.
The things you did in the past may not have been great, but they happened in the past. He reminds you that you’re not the same person you were at that time. And you were a child doing some of those things. He doesn’t deny that some of your last actions weren’t great, but he thinks you’re way too hard on yourself. You’re not the same person you were a year ago, nor are you the person you’ll be a year from now.
He can see that you have some wonderful qualities as well, and he hopes you can see that.
“Lean on me. I’ll be here every time you feel weak, every time you don’t know what to do.” He can’t overstate that he’s there to support you and help you grow. He wants to help you better yourself.
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Red/Zimelu: He might tease you a little about you’re hiding a troublemaking side..until he finds out you’re actually insecure about that. He gets pretty apologetic fast when he realizes this; He talks big about how bad he is, but he doesn’t really do anything terrible, and he was just joking with you. You certainly don’t have to disclose anything to him.
He’s pretty surprised to find out about your past actions that trouble you. He sits and listens to you explain. He tries not to interrupt, but he has questions occasionally, just to clarify. He ends up talking through his own thoughts once you’ve slowed down
Some of the things you did weren’t the kindest or healthiest for yourself or someone else. But you had reasons, and you were learning. If you regret it, if you learned something from it, that’s something, right? He gives you a smile and a pat on the back, telling you “Hey, nobody’s perfect. You just gotta set your sights on healing and being the person you want to be.”
Whatever he can do to help, he’s willing to do. He offers that you talk to him when you don’t feel confident about your decisions.
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Green/Eloni: If your first expressions regarding this are quick comments, then he tries to say something reassuring or lighthearted in return. But as those comments build up, or when you explain everything to him, he pulls you into a hurried hug (or gives you an intense look until you’re focused on him, if you don’t care for touch) and tells you, “You don’t need to feel so guilty with me.”
He hasn’t been the most popular of 1010, and he’s even gotten remarks about being forgettable...but there are still people who value him. And he thinks that likewise, just because you haven’t been a saint, that doesn’t mean you’re a terrible person, or undeserving of good things. Okay, maybe not quite the same sentiment, but he hopes it helps you understand. He can see that you do good everyday, even in small ways. The things you did in the past don’t have to define you now.
He wants to make a plan with you to find something new to be grateful for every day. And he hopes you’ll learn to really appreciate the good things in life instead of feeling guilty over your happiness.
And whatever goals you want to set to deal with your feelings or to make amends, he’s there to help. He’d like to offer a second voice anytime you need it, so you can be confident that you’re making healthy decisions for you.
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Yellow/Haym: When you first tell him that you have a history, he tells you that you don’t have to share anything you’re uncomfortable with, unless you really think hiding it will impact your relationship.
When you mention incidents that happened in high school and earlier, he’s shocked that you still feel guilty about it. “You were so young,” he reminds you, ”And from what I know, everybody does silly things when they’re young.”
Maybe the things you did were harmful, but he can tell that you have regrets and that you’ve learned something. Isn’t that what matters? He’s made people upset a number of times with pranks he’s pulled, but he did all he could to make up for it and learned his limits. It’s okay as long as you don’t want to continue bringing harm, he thinks.
And maybe that success and the good things in your life are there to remind you that it’s okay to mess up! He’s always learning something new about himself, others, and emotions and he’s sure it’s the same for you.
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Blue/Purl-Hew:He takes a minute to process. And if he notices that this troubles you, he tells you not to panic. “Whatever you may have done...you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself over it. You won’t grow from hurting yourself.”
Most of the things that trouble you happened in the past. Some of them you might be able to improve on, but most of them you probably can’t do anything about. He thinks that they’re not worth fretting so much over. For things that are more recent, or even currently happening; he may not like what you’ve done, but he still likes you and can see that you’re trying to be a better person. He’s putting his faith in you - he believes you can make healthier decisions if you have some support through the journey.
He has some ideas to help - something practical like writing down good things you’ve done so you can be proud of them, or making goals to do kind things. He also suggests using a creative outlet to vent your feelings. Maybe doing so will help you process your thoughts.
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from the top of the stairwell in my house, i could hear my two big brothers discussing my big birthday party that was set to take place later that afternoon.
i was turning five, which apparently was a “big age,” according to them. i always thought a big age was 27, or 25, like them. mom always liked to use the word “milestone” when she talked about big ages. then again, she used that word all the time, not just in talking about ages. for instance, she always talked about milestones when she was jogging. she loved doing that.
henry and percy gained a baby sister when they were 22 and 20. i always asked them if it was weird. that i was basically still a baby to them. “nah, we love it,” they told me. “that means we get to permanently pick on you.” i think they were just messing with me when they said that.
“so, let’s see who we have here, maisie, aria, cooper, benny, kidd… i think that’s it.”
“yeah, they’re all coming over.”
“is that confirmed?”
“yeah. you talk to the parents?”
“i thought that was your responsibility?”
“psh, you know how anxious i get over the phone.”
“c’mon, man, we’re teachers. we have to talk to them all the time.”
“still doesn’t make it easy.”
“and… you picked up the blue monster cake that she wanted?”
“i called, said they were out of stock.”
“crap, then what do we do?”
“i’ve no idea.”
“we’ll think of something.”
“yeah, def.”
later that day, i could see several adults and several children come in through the door.
my brothers began to greet the grownups, socializing with them this way and that.
still, i observed from the stairwell, a bit shy to come down.
“yeah, we’re both teachers at the dreamers academy. it’s, uh, it’s a school. well, we do volunteer at the humane society from time to time.”
“well, i think i’m the only one still doing that.”
“it’s hard to carve time out of my schedule, okay?”
“while you’re doing what? binge watching hulu?”
“man’s gotta do what man’s gotta do.”
“i swear to god.”
i could hear several adults laughing.
“yeah, we set up a starbucks date sometime? maybe grab coffee and donuts? wait, does starbucks even have donuts?”
“yeah, absolutely, great to see you again! yeah, she’s getting big, growing up too fast.”
“i remember when she was little, well, she’ll always be little to us, but when she was little little, she’d follow us around all the time…”
“did it ever get annoying? no, we were mature about it.”
“she’s always been cute. always loved us.”
“yeah, absolutely. she’s five now, can you believe it?”
“hey, you know where she is?”
“did you call her down?”
“allie? where are you love?”
“maybe she’s with the other kids in the bonus room.”
“yeah, let’s check there.”
i heard their voices fade as they walked away from the bottom of the stairwell and further into the house.
we had a big house. it had three stories. the giant blue room that took up most of the third floor was mine. it used to be an attic, but then we moved the attic into a storage closet on the first floor. i think it came right after i was born.
my brothers were right in saying that they were both teachers. they were both naturally gifted with kids. the dreamers academy sounded like a strange name for a school, but it was all to appeal to the adults who wanted to send their kids away to a place where they could have fun and dream big while they learn. that was kind of their motto, anyway. and it attracted the kids, as well, because all the teachers were devoted, dedicated individuals who always prioritized the children they taught. and they made the lessons fun. and no day was ever challenging, at least, according to my brothers.
but they could often times be intimidating to someone as little as me. i only knew them, truly knew them, for two years. i only began talking when i was two. and they never really spent time around the house until i was around three. i don’t even remember being held by them. i did remember the following them around part, though.
i always thought of them as fun uncles. i never thought of them as my brothers.
but they had tender, caring hearts. big, big hearts. like they were giant, human teddy bears. soft, gentle and huggable.
but, at the age of almost five, i was shy. reserved. quiet. but that never bothered them. they said that maybe i’d grow out of my quiet demeanor, my shyness, but that if i didn’t, well, it wasn’t a big deal.
suddenly i heard voices shouting,
“allie?! allie?! where are you? the party’s down here, silly!”
“allie, come down, please, everyone’s waiting for you!”
a few moments later:
“allie, don’t make me count to three.”
nobody could see me because i was on the third floor, not the first. i was so high up that it wouldn’t be easy to spot me.
i liked to be elusive. but sometimes that got me in big trouble.
so i rushed downstairs and attacked both henry and percy’s legs with big hugs.
“ahaha, there she is!”
“hey, birthday girl!”
“kiddo.” i felt one of them rub the top of my head.
i said hi to all of my friends thag showed up. my brothers were all familiar with them, since they all attended the same school as me and we were all in the same classes. henry taught reading and math and percy taught gym. they looked kind of similar, but henry wore glasses a lot of the time.
“mr. angus,” (that was our last name and how the rest of the kids knew my brothers), “i want to play in the bonus room, can we play in the bonus room?”
i saw one of my friends tugging on henry’s wrist and hand with both their hands.
that made me laugh a bit.
“absolutely!” he chuckled when the tugging got to be so forceful it dragged his feet across the tile floor of the kitchen. “alright, alright, i’m coming!”
i looked up to percy, who was just about to join them before he looked down to me. “hey, allicat, ya comin?”
i giggled and nodded, following him into the big bonus room.
later on, both of my brothers, down on their hands and knees, got trampled on by me all my friends. we were using them like giant jungle gyms.
my friends’ parents liked to tease me a bit, saying stuff like “oh, you must be the smartest kid that goes there, you have two brothers who are both teachers there!” this wasn’t really true. i wasn’t realy that smart for an almost five year old. but my brothers didn’t mind.
later on, henry had gotten dragged into a different direction by the kids while i followed percy into the kitchen. he was going to call a bakery to see if they had another cake in stock for me.
“percy, i wanna show you my handstand! can you see it? please??”
he chuckled and sat down on the kitchen counter. “alright, let me see it.”
so i did it for as long as i could, never minding that my hands were touching a floor that so many feet had stepped on. but it was near-perfect. and i was quite proud of it.
“wow, look at you go! that was brilliant!” he clapped a bit, laughing. “well done! how long have you been practicing?”
i shrugged. “i don’t know, i don’t do it much, i just wanted someone to see it.”
“that was really good, allie, well done kiddo!” he got off the counter and bent down to rub the top of my head.
i frowned. “i want to show henry, but… i’m afraid he’ll laugh.”
“aw, sunshine, no he won’t. he’ll love it as much as i do.”
“you promise?”
“i promise.” he drew an x on his heart, smiling down at me to show that he meant it. “c’mon, you wanna go show it to him right now?”
suddenly i felt my cheeks turn bright red. suddenly i got all shy again. i shook my head.
“aw, why not? you shy?”
i nodded.
“allie,” he laughed, “don’t be shy. if you want, i can get his attention.”
i nodded, my smile fading.
his faded right alongside mine as he took a knee in front of me.
“aw, allie, what’s wrong?” he rubbed my back.
“what if i mess it up?” i whispered.
“you won’t mess it up,” he chuckled. “i know this.”
“i’m still nervous,” i smiled slightly.
“aw, you shouldn’t be nervous around him, allie, he’s our big bro, he’s got your back. always.”
suddenly i could hear henry yelling from the room next door, “percy! help me! they’ve got me trapped!”
percy and i both giggled as he rolled his eyes. “oh, boy,” he sighed out, then looked down at me with a smile, nodding in that direction. “c’mon, let’s go help him out, and then we can show everyone your impressive handstand.”
“it’s not impressive,” i muttered.
“well, i think it is.” suddenly he took my hand and ran off towards the living room, pulling me like a sled dog.
he always liked to do that with me, and every time it made me laugh.
right as we entered the room, however, the doorbell rang.
“oh, that must be the cake!” percy exclaimed. “hang on,” he held up a finger, “i’ll be right back.”
as i watched him run off towards the front door, i felt someone tug my hand in the direction of henry (the same hand tugger as before) and someone else shouting in my ear, “c’mon allie! we gotta trample him!”
“i’m already trampled, geez!” that was henry’s comical squeaky high pitched voice. of course, this made all the kids shriek with laughter.
a few moments later, we could hear percy’s voice from the kitchen:
“alright, who’s ready for cake?”
all the kids instantly hopped off of henry and stormed off, eagerly awaiting a slice.
henry and i had to both run to join them, henry sounding a bit out of breath.
after everyone sang happy birthday to me (i turned a bit red in the face, as my shyness sometimes couldn’t handle a bunch of people singing directly to me), and i helped percy cut the cake, and after we stuffed our faces with said cake, we eagerly ran back into the bonus room, with henry breathlessly following close behind. i knew percy probably ran to clean up.
“alright, now who’s ready for a talent contest?” henry asked all of us.
“ooh ooh!! me! me! me!” a whole bunch of hands shot up.
“alright, who’s willing to go first? well, actually, how bout we have the birthday girl go first?” henry gestured to me. “how’s about it, allie!”
“yeah, allie!”
“yay, allie!”
“woo, allieee!!!” everyone was looking at me, clapping at me.
“c’mon allie!”
“you can do this!”
“you got this!”
suddenly one of the kids had started up a chant. “al-lie! al-lie! al-lie!”
soon all of them joined in, clapping to the rhythm.
now, i was absolutely mortified. i knew i wanted to do my handstand, and this was the perfect golden opportunity, but… i still wasn’t feeling confident about it. i knew i could do it in front of percy, but… could i do it front of henry?
“n-no,” i shook my head, nervously clasping my hands together and fidgeting slightly. “i-i don’t wanna go…”
“oh, allie, why not?”
“yeah, are you afraid?”
“you scared?”
“you’re a chicken!”
“c’mon, allie…”
now, this was far, far worse than anyone laughing at me. this was teasing. jeering. bullying.
i looked over to henry, who was trying his best to settle the crowd down, holding his hands out in front and gradually bringing them down, a gesture to hopefully mitigate all the noise.
“guys, guys, hey, c’mon now, we’re not gonna make her feel bad now, right?”
“but she won’t do it for us!”
“yeah, like, look at her!”
“she’s a wimp!”
“guys! what did i say?”
but it was too late to change anything now.
“i-i’m sorry…” i choked out before i ran out of the room, the tears already stinging my eyes.
i could very faintly hear henry yelling “allie! wait! come back!”
but i’d already gotten to the front door, running out of it and finding a place to sit down at the far end of our porch.
i buried my face in my hands and began to cry.
i felt absolutely awful.
but what was probably even worse was that outside, it was freezing cold.
at least it was quiet.
suddenly i heard the front door open, and felt someone sit beside me, placing a gentle hand on my back.
“allie, what happened? why’d you run out like that?”
i sniffled, “i don’t wanna talk about it. they were making fun of me.”
“making fun of you?” his voice expressed nothing but concern, i could even hear it crack a bit.
i nodded, crying softly.
“aw, alliecat, c’mere,” i felt a warm sweater wrap around me and hold me tight.
“here, i’ll get henry for you and distract those other kids while you do your handstand for him. just for him.” his voice softened even more. “alright?”
i sniffled but nodded, looking up at him with teary eyes.
he smiled back down and swiped my nose with his finger. “atta girl,” he chuckled. “i’ll get henry, there’s plenty of grass here, you got this, champ.” he rubbed the top of my head again before he set me aside, getting up and going back inside.
my eyes followed him back in, and through the window i could see a perfect view of the bonus room. henry was getting toppled by the kids again, and he looked absolutely miserable. percy went running in, pulling kids off of him. i could very faintly hear him say, “alright, let’s give my poor brother a break from all your chaos for right now.”
i could then hear a collective “aww,” coming out of them.
“but! you get to beat up on me instead! how’s that sound you lot?”
suddenly there was loud cheers, percy saying an emphatic “alright!” through the cheers.
henry immediately got up and limped off to the side, shaking his head in bewilderment before putting his hands together and mouthing “thank you,” to percy, who flashed him a smile and a thumbs up in return.
percy must have told him prior that i had run outside and that he was going to check on me, and now he was telling henry that it was his turn to check on me.
before i knew it, i could hear the front door open again, and i saw henry come out. he sighed softly and muttered to himself, “phew, never thought i’d ever get away from those psychos.”
then he glanced over to the side of the porch i wasn’t on, before glancing in my direction. “ah, there you are,” i saw him point in my direction, smiling a bit.
he ran over and slid down beside me. “those kids scare both of us, don’t they?”
i nodded, shivering slightly. the cold was now starting to get to me.
“i’m sorry,” i whispered. “i wanted.. i wanted to show you my… my handstand but…” suddenly i broke out into an onslaught of tears all over again.
“no,” i heard him whisper, taking my hands in his and lifting me into his lap, “i’m sorry. i should’ve been paying more attention to you but… your friends wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“it’s okay,” i smiled slightly before it faded once more. “but… it’s also okay if you don’t want to see my, uh, my, um… i mean… it’s not very good…”
“no, no, i’m intrigued, let me see it.”
i shook my head.
“c’mon, alls, pretty please? just for me? just for your lame old brother? who can’t even do a handstand himself?”
i giggled a bit at this. “but… i’m not very good.”
“percy says you’re really good at it… and he usually doesn’t lie to me… i make sure of it.” he chuckled slightly. “now, c’mon, before we freeze to death, it’s getting cold and i’d like to head back in soon.”
i sighed. “okay, okay.” then i looked into his eyes sincerely, remembering something. “it’s okay if you laugh, too.”
“i won’t laugh, i promise. if you fall down, maybe, but you know i can’t help it. you do too, i know this.”
i frowned slightly.
“i’ll try not to,” he dropped his voice down, rubbing the back of my neck a bit.
i smiled. “okay.”
he clasped his hands together, before rubbing them in anticipation, “okay, c’mon, show me. i’m anxiously waiting.” he waved me off in the direction of the front yard.
so i went down the steps and into the yard.
and i tried to do one, but, i couldn’t quite stick it, and ended up falling down.
i felt my face turn red.
“i’m sorry,” i called to him, starting to walk back up to him.
“no, no, it’s okay, try again!” he waved me back to the yard.
the one thing i noticed was that he didn’t laugh.
so that made me feel a bit better.
so i tried again.
and again.
and another time.
and on the fifth try, i finally got my handstand to stick perfectly, like it did with percy.
suddenly i felt myself being lifted by the legs, spun around a bit before being flipped right side up and caught in an arm.
“bravooo!! that was all you? wowwwzzaaaa.” i felt my stomach being tickled by a few fingers. “clever girl.” he was bouncing me up and down now, and i was shrieking with laughter.
“seriously, bravo. that was incredible.” we were both inside now, the kids still playing in the bonus room with percy.
the way henry carried me reminded me of how a fun uncle would carry me, in the most irregular, not normal way possible. i liked that a lot.
“here, they’re gonna be a while playing tug of war or whatever, i wanna show you something really fast.” henry took me away from the living room and carried me upstairs, into his room.
i never got to see his room that much. mostly percy’s, because he’d sometimes invite me in case i had a nightmare. naturally, henry’s room always tended to be a bit messier, but that’s just how he liked it, i guess.
“so…” i coughed a little, half from the cold, half from the way henry was holding me. “did you… like my handstand?”
henry adjusted me so i was being held the proper way. “course i did, you kidding? that was freaking brilliant stuff. brilliant brilliant stuff.” he smiled and squeezed me a bit. “so proud of you, lil’ sis.”
i giggled at this as he set me down on his bed. “excuse the mess,” he rolled his eyes playfully as he sorted through a dresser full of old photos, taking a few out that his fingers stumbled across.
one of the pictures he showed me was of him holding what looked to be a one-year-old baby upside down, on the floor, with her hands touching it and their feet dangling in the air. “guess who taught you how to do a handstand?” he pointed to himself, beaming proudly.
“that was me?” i pointed at the baby.
“in the flesh.” he rubbed the top of my head. “you were always a hand-standing kiddo. we knew you had it in you.”
once again, i giggled at this. both my brothers knew how to put a smile on my face, always, and all the time.
when i ran back downstairs and i found percy getting out all the presents for me, i eagerly told him.
“yeahh, way to go, kid! i knew you could do it!” percy bent down to me slightly and showed his hand so i could give him a high five.
he then followed it up with another playful head rub and a bit of a side squeeze.
“can you do a handstand?” i asked.
“ha,” he scoffed, “i can try, but i can’t say i’m any good.”
“but you’re a gym teacher,” i laughed.
“yeah, a gym teacher who can’t do a freaking handstand.” he was laughing at his own self-deprecation. “anyway, i’ve got presents out for you, why don’t you start with the smallest one and make your way up to the biggest?”
all the kids had run back in afterwards, sitting down right beside me and watching eagerly as i opened up each individually-wrapped gift.
i couldn’t wait to play with all of them, but i knew that it had to wait until the next day, since it was getting late.
all the parents had arrived to pick up my friends, and so i waved and said goodbye to them.
i was greeted with a chorus of “bye allie! happy birthday!”
you had to admit, as chaotic as little kids were, they were obedient when prompted.
i watched as henry and percy gave each other a high five, both breathing a sigh of relief. “we did it.”
“phew!”
“glad we got that out of the way.”
“birthday party, done and done.”
i quickly ran up to them, taking each of their hands in one of mine. “i wanna play allie ball. can we? please?”
i knew that it was a game that they made up where they took turns throwing me to each other and catching me, as if i was some giant football. it was meant to be played outside, but it was fun for me as i got thrown around like a sack of potatoes.
“allie, it’s getting late…”
“aw, c’mon lad, it’s her birthday…”
“alright, fine, grab your jacket though, it’s freezing out and i don’t want you catching a cold on your birthday. you hear?” henry waggled a finger in my direction.
i giggled, “i hear.”
“good girl.” he smiled down at me.
so we went outside, and henry was first to throw me to percy. then right after percy caught me, after putting up with my deafening squeals and shrieks of delight, he’d throw me back to henry.
“this is the best birthday ever!” i screamed in the air, which earned a laugh from both my brothers.
then it was percy’s turn to throw me. this particular throw, though, he’d thrown me a bit higher than he normally threw, and a bit higher than i was used to.
“percy, wait, no, i’m too high! that’s too high!” i shrieked as i flailed myself in the air, right before landing into henry’s arms.
“woah, you alright there sun?”
i was shaking and trembling with pure fright. that was a bit too high up for my comfort zone.
“that was a a bit silly of him, wasn’t it? shame on him, he should know better,” henry chuckled slightly, scratching the top of my head a bit.
i started to sniffle a bit, “that.. he threw me.. it was too… high… up…” i was flat out sobbing now. i was still a bit fearful of heights. i clutched onto henry with all my might.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” percy came running over frantically. “you okay sis?” i felt his hand run along the back of my head, on top of henry’s. “aw, i’m sorry. i’m… i’m sorry… here, want me to hold you?”
i shook my head, holding onto henry for dear life.
i didn’t like that game anymore. i really didn’t.
“way to go, way to screw up this time, yeah?” i heard henry mumble to percy.
“hey, i said i was sorry, okay? geezusss!”
i quickly took a glance at percy, and from what i could see through my blurry, tear-stained vision, he had the utmost hurt look on his face, his eyes never leaving mine.
“i’m sorry,” he kept mouthing, hoping to catch my attention.
every time i trembled slightly, i felt henry’s hand run along my back.
“great, now allie’s gonna have nightmares all night, thanks to you.”
“i’ll… i’ll try not to…” now i was starting to feel bad for percy. i know henry liked to pick on him, that’s just what brothers did, but still… i felt sorry for percy.
so i tugged on henry’s shirt.
“i want percy to hold me now.”
henry looked down at me a bit confusedly.
“oh, really?”
i nodded.
he chuckled, “alright, off ya go.”
i felt myself being passed off to percy, who held me a bit tighter than henry, making me cough a bit.
“hi, you,” he smiled down at me as he ran a hand along the back of my head, carrying me with his other arm.
“i’m sorry i cried,” i whispered to him, leaning my head against his chest. “i was just scared.”
“i know you were. and i’m sorry i threw you so high. i didn’t mean to, honest to god.”
i was beginning to get tired at that point. it was getting late, after all.
so when we got inside, percy let me down on the floor as i took off my jacket and hung it up, right before running upstairs to my bedroom on the third floor.
“wait, allie, don’t you want us to tuck you in?” percy shouted up to me, him and henry following me up.
they found me already tucked into bed, clutching one of my stuffed animals that i’d received for my birthday.
i shook my head, smiling. “i wanna tuck in myself now. i wanna be a big girl now.”
they both had fond, sweet smiles instantly plastered on their faces as soon as i said that.
“aw, alls, you’ll always be our baby sis.”
“yeah, you’re not ready to grow up yet.”
“well, we don’t really want you to grow up.”
“don’t rush it kid. not yet, anyway.”
“you have all the time in the world to grow up, you can start whenever you want.”
“but just not now.” i felt someone rub the back of my head. “alright?”
i nodded slowly, yawning.
“i hear ya,” henry chuckled. “sweet dreams, birthday girl.”
“yeah, sweet dreams. we love you.” i felt my hand being squeezed, once by henry, and once (a bit longer) by percy.
i knew i was in the safest of hands when they babysat me for the night.
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