#rated G!!

[frameacloud]

"DNI-Related Controlling Behaviors: The use of a DNI to try to enforce control over anyone who so much as ‘likes’ a post of theirs to an unhealthy degree, often backed up with social shaming, harassment, and callouts. The DNI may also be used as a social ‘trap’ to create an acceptable target for abuse. NOTE: While reasonable boundaries are good and DNIs are not by themselves red flags, this goes beyond reasonable boundaries and into unreasonable controlling behaviors. The use of ‘DNI’ in this criterion refers to all ‘boundary rule’-esque pages such as BYFs and other such things, not just DNIs.

"Vagueing, harassing, making callouts, or otherwise attacking people who are using the website as intended (i.e.- interacting with posts on their feed in any fashion without stalking the op) and likely did not see the DNI. Especially if the DNI is hidden or nonspecific and vague (ex- ‘no freaks’ or ‘standard DNI’), making them even easier to violate by accident.

"Frequently interacts aggressively with people who are clearly on their DNIs and then calls them boundary violators for responding to the harassment."

- Excerpt from "Safety in Alterhuman Spaces," a document by the Dragonheart Collective. Emphasis in the original. You can read the whole document here (PDF).

A note on language in the above quote: DNI (Do Not Interact) and BYF (Before You Follow) mean a type of post that many people put on their social media accounts to tell others about their boundaries.

#rated G #internet safety #quote #queue #harassment #online harassment #about DNIs and BYFs #The Dragonheart Collective #community safety

[merlincinema]

Artist/s: dollopbrain (@myoonmii) Title: Merlin Stardust AU  Rating: General  Pairing: Merlin/Arthur  Character/s: Merlin , Arthur  Media: Merlin(BBC) , Stardust (2007) Warnings: None  Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53963371 Artist’s Notes: I really enjoyed creating this piece as a part of the cinema fest, specially because it gave me the chance to get this Merthur AU out of my head!

#merlin cinema #merlin cinema 2024 #participant submission #fanart #merthur #cw: no archive warnings apply #merlin #arthur pendragon #rating: g #artist: Dollopbrain #movie: Star Dust (2007)

[hellenhighwater]

It's weird what sticks with you. There was some animated movie my grandma had on VHS when I was a little kid, with a boy whose family was living in a jungle somewhere--my siblings and I all remember this movie, but none of us recall the plot or more than a couple details, despite all of us having seen it many times when we were kids. My brother thinks the protagonist lived is a very midcentury-futuristic style house; my recolleciton was something more like a camper or some kind of off road jeep. At some point he winds up underground, in some kind of...crystal temple? With carved faces, like tiki masks or totem poles but I don't recall what they actually were. And he had some kind of very trippy underground journey for some reason.

Anyway. The movie had a very 1980s synth soundtrack, and to this day certain sequences of synth music bring back that memory so strongly, depsite the lack of detail I have on it.

#all of us have looked for this movie and none of us have ever been able to find it #it was probably not any kind of hit #and probably a g rated thing because we were little #we talk about it often it was weirdly formative for all of us.

[wormdebut]

JANUARY MICROFIC (2) — SAFE

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: hole | WORD COUNT: 404 | Rated: T | CW: Sad Boy Steve, Hurt/Comfort

——

It’s like a fucking hole in his chest, a weight that he can’t ever carry.

He’ll never be enough. He’ll never be smart enough for college, worthy enough for a scholarship, romantic enough for Nancy, good enough for his dad.

‘You’re going nowhere, Steven. You’ll amount to nothing.’

It was playing on a loop in his head.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

Sure, he helped save the damn world a few times, but you can’t put that on a college transcript.

Steve's eyes flick to the door. Someone’s knocking—he should probably get that. He should, but he won’t. Robin is out of town and Dustin can come back later.

He pulls the blanket over his head, turns into the couch—needs to turn off the noise.

The knocking stops, but to Steve’s dismay he hears the lock on the door clinking open.

He knew giving Dustin a key was a stupid fucking idea.

“Dustin. Go. Away.” Steve huffs from his blanket cocoon.

“Not Dustin.”

Eddie.

Steve flops over to face him, the top of his head barely popping out from under his blanket nest. “What are you doing here, Munson?”

Steve watches as Eddie clutches at his jacket, directly over his heart. “Reverting back to last names, Harrington? You wound me.”

If Steve cracks a smile, that’s between him and the blanket he’s hiding under. He rolls his eyes before pulling the damn thing away from his face.

“What are you even doing here, Eddie?”

He watches as Eddie’s gaze flicks to his shoes and then back up to meet Steve’s. “Dustin said your parents came back yesterday—I checked for another car before I stopped by and only saw the bimmer. I just—“ Eddie’s eyes flick up to the ceiling, as he runs a hand through his hair, “—thought you could use a friend.”

Well that’s—that’s not what Steve was expecting. He can’t hide the soft smile that creeps across his face this time.

“Sure.”

They end up watching…something. Steve’s not entirely sure what it is. He’s too busy listening to Eddie go on and on about dungeons and dragons.

His ramblings only calm when Steve plops his head down on Eddie’s shoulder. He pauses, before wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist, pulling him closer.

“I’m sorry things are heavy right now.” Eddie says.

Steve hums. The hole in his chest shrinks just a little.

“It’s alright. I think things might be looking up.”

——

#I still can’t fathom a G rating but #here’s a more wholesome…holesome? prompt fill #steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficjanuary #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #maybe they kiss about it #worm brain

[steddieas-shegoes]

the sweater deserved better

for @steddiemicrofic prompt 'hole' rated g (i cannot believe) | wc: 404 no cw | tags: established relationship, kinda crack treated seriously, fluff

/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

"Okay, I've got a question." Steve was holding his favorite sweater. "Actually, let me go ahead and change my question from how is there a hole in this sweater to why is the hole in this sweater right where my nipple would be?"

Eddie was biting his thumbnail and avoiding eye contact, a classic sign that he was responsible for this.

His favorite sweater. The one that made his eyes pop and made him feel so confident.

"It's a simple answer," Eddie mumbled, not removing his thumb from his lips.

Steve waited. And waited.

"Go on," Steve gestured for him to continue.

"Well, I was wearing it the other day, you know how I like to wear your sweaters sometimes because I love you so much-" Eddie paused to smile at Steve's suspicious look. "It's true! I put it on and there was a loose thread, but I was busy doing something and didn't wanna get the scissors, so I just tugged on it a little. That made it worse. And then I panicked and tried to pull it harder and that was not the best thing to do at all, but it was too late."

Steve looked back down at his sweater and frowned. What Eddie was explaining would make sense for a small hole, one that could easily be patched up, but this? This was large enough to fit his hand through.

"So you just kept pulling the string until half the sweater came unraveled?"

Eddie nodded seriously.

Steve shook his head. "I don't buy it. You know how to sew. You know pulling that string would destroy the sweater. Are you covering for someone?"

Eddie immediately started shaking his head, which meant he definitely was covering for someone.

Steve threw his hands up. "Who? And what did they even offer you to cover for them? The kids have no mon- oh my god."

Eddie's eyes widened.

"You let Dustin wear it."

"I did not let him! He just took it without asking and when I saw him in it, there was a struggle to get him out of it and then-" Eddie gestured at the hole. "I can fix it!"

"You can fix it."

"I can try."

"And if you can't?"

"I've fixed holes in denim, I can fix this, Stevie. Have some faith."

Steve rolled his eyes. "I want to wear it this weekend."

"I can fix it."

"Hope so."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficjanuary #established relationship #just absolute silliness #the infamous yellow sweater #i managed to write a g rated one but it doesn't sit right with my soul

[bejeweleds]

BTS Behind KBS Song Festival 2019 (191227)

#i havent giffed a bangtan bomb since 2020 march lockdown we are so back i almost felt myself going back to my old psd frame rate is so off.. #bts #btsgif #dailybts #btsedit #kpopedit #mgroupsedit #kim seokjin #yoongi #kim namjoon #2605 #g #userkelli #usersan #tuserhales #usershreyu #usersky #userpat #annietrack #userrsun #niniblr #userines #usertaeyungie

[veryluckyclovers]

I work at a women’s rehab facility and I always print up your zines so they can color them and they love your art <333

thank you so incredibly much. this message genuinely made me emotional and i am so thankful you're using my zines for them to color! please feel free to use any of them. i do plan to continuously put more out! i wish you all the best and all of the women a gentle recovery

#cervix-crusader #please feel free to use my zines and coloring pages for students or patients or anything!!! #they're all G rated and free :D #bless you and thank you so much for telling me this!

[eyesofshinigami]

Alley Oop

Rating: G

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, supportive Wayne, sports talk, Eddie loves Steve

Prompt: For @sparklyslug "Love is secretly studying up on the nerd shit he's into" (I took it in a slightly different direction, but it was fun!)

WC: 709

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 11

Eddie thought he would get away with it. That no one would know. It could just be his little secret and then he could pull it out and impress Steve and show him that he does listen when he talks.

“What are you doing, boy?” 

Eddie nearly pops out of his skin, throwing the magazine over his shoulder and nearly braining Wayne with it. “What?! Nothing! I’m doing nothing!” he cries out, turning around and trying to act casual.

Wayne raises an eyebrow. “Then why are you acting like I just caught you with your hand in the cookie jar?” He folds his arms and pins Eddie with a look. “You know, I already told you I’m okay with you and Steve and what you get up to, as long as you-”

“Oh my god, no, Wayne. It’s nothing like that,” Eddie groans, letting his head thunk against the table. His uncle thinking he was looking at porn in the middle of their kitchen is almost worse than what he was looking at. “I’mreadingaboutsports,” he grits out quickly.

“What was that now?”

Eddie sighs. “I said… I’m reading about sports. Picked up some magazines from Melvald’s.”

Wayne looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “I don’t think I’m following, son.” 

“I’m trying to learn more about sports. You know. For Steve.” Eddie talked a lot of shit about sports in high school, knows deep down it’s not really his thing, but he can’t deny how much he loves how Steve gets when he gets to share his passion for them. For all that Steve talks about how dumb he is, the guy has a brain like a steel trap when it comes to statistics, plays, maneuvers, and players. He can recall how his favorite sports team fared ten years ago, he can calculate a batting average off the top of his head, and he can predict a play that a coach is going to call before the coach does. It’s frankly pretty impressive. How could Eddie not want to indulge that? “He’s been playing in my new campaign and having a lot of fun, so… I thought I would do the same for him?”

Wayne’s lips quirk up in a smile. “You asking me or telling me?” Eddie lets out a noise like a deflating balloon, which makes Wayne laugh. “I’m only picking at ya, boy. But I think that’s sweet. And I know he’ll appreciate it. You ought to see the way that he looks at ya when we’re all watching the game together.” 

That makes Eddie feel a little gooey inside. It makes him happy to know that other people see how happy they make each other. “Yeah. I want to like… understand what he’s talking about. It’s a lot more complicated than getting a ball in a laundry basket.” He chuckles, remembering the rant he sent Steve on when he said that. He’d been teasing, but when he thought back, he might have felt the same if Steve made a comment like that about one of his monsters or a plot he’d come up with. 

See? He’s growing as a person!

“Even if you don’t like it, it’ll mean something to him that you’re trying.” Wayne reaches out and ruffles Eddie’s hair, the same way he’s done since Eddie was a kid. “Y’all are good for each other. I was skeptical about that boy when you first brought him ‘round, but I see it now. You keep taking care of each other like this and it’ll work out just fine.” Wayne bends down and picks up the magazine from the floor and hands it back to Eddie. “Better get to studying. The Pacers game is next weekend and I bet Steve would appreciate a trip down to Indianapolis…”

With a wink, Wayne leaves him be. 

The wheels in Eddie’s head are already turning, thinking about how he can rope Robin into helping him get tickets. Maybe they can make a weekend of it, rent a hotel room and go out to dinner and just be with each other for a while.

Yeah, that sounds excellent. Eddie will get right on that, right after he learns the difference between a bank shot and a free throw.

#les writes things #steddie #steddielovemonth #rating: g #fluff #established relationship

[otherkinnews]

One anti-furry bill died, the other two wait to be heard

(This blog post was originally posted on the Otherkin News blog on DreamWidth by Orion Scribner on March 24, 2024.)

Content warnings: Rated G. An urban legend that describes an unsanitary situation. Sexism against transgender people, including attempts to prevent them from going to school or using facilities, and outing children to their parents. A straw-man version of furries being used to try to discredit transgender people, in a way that could cause trouble for people who identify as nonhuman.

So far this year, Republicans have proposed three pieces of legislation that are opposed to furries or people who identify as nonhuman. That’s something they started doing last year, inspired by an urban legend about litter boxes in public schools, which they made up in parody of transgender students asking to use school restrooms. We’ve been ending up calling these “anti-furry bills” as we keep track of them in our Otherkin News blog. Furry isn’t the accurate word, but it is the word that Republicans use in the urban legend and usually in the bills too. Every once in a while, I’m checking on the status of the bills, and trying to see if there are any new ones. Here is the update for this week.

1. Oklahoma House Bill 3084 (OK HB 3084) “Schools; prohibiting certain students from participating in school curriculum or activities; effective date.”

Background: We wrote about this bill in detail in a previous Otherkin News post. The bill says that furry students should be taken out of school by animal control. Its only sponsor (writer) is Justin Humphrey (he/him). This seems linked with his opposition to LGBTQ people, as well as his efforts to legalize animal fighting. Later, Jim Olsen (he/him) took over as principal sponsor of the bill. He proposed changing it to have the same text as an unrelated bill of his, one requiring public school classrooms to display the Ten Commandments.

Update: The bill’s current status hasn’t changed since our last update. It’s still at 25% progression toward becoming a law. Its text hasn’t changed from what it was originally, so it's still about furries.

2. Mississippi House Bill 176 (MS HB 176) “Gender dysphoria; require school personnel to notify parents of student who request to be referred to as different gender or nonhuman.”

Background: This was introduced at the same time as the first bill. As we previously wrote about it, the bill is mostly against transgender students in a way that could put them in real danger. It would require schools to out transgender students to parents, and to allow faculty to not accommodate any student who “identif[ies] at school as a gender or pronoun that does not align with the child's sex on their birth certificate, other official records, sex assigned at birth, or identifying as an animal species, extraterrestrial being or inanimate object.”

Update: This bill’s current status is dead! Hooray! It died in committee on March 3. When a bill dies, that means that it won’t progress toward becoming a law.

3. Missouri House Bill 2678 (MO HB 2678) “Prohibits students from engaging in ‘furry’ behavior while at school”

Background: We previously wrote about this bill. The bill says to pull students out of school for being furries or purporting to be animals. The bill’s only sponsor is Cheri Toalson Reisch (she/her). This appears to be connected with her opposition to transgender people as well as her efforts to undermine public schools in favor of charter schools.

Updates: This bill hasn’t changed or moved forward. It’s still the same as it was when it was introduced. A hearing hasn’t been scheduled for it, and it’s not on a House calendar.

-

About the writer: This blog post was written by Orion Scribner (they/them), who has been a community historian and archivist for more than ten years.

#litterbox hoax #litter box hoax #litter box urban legend #furry #otherkin #therianthrope #nonhuman #US politics #OK HB 3084 #Oklahoma #transphobia #Mississippi #Missouri #MS HB 176 #MO HB 2678 #sexism #Otherkin News #rated G #unsanitary

[frameacloud]

Some basics about alterhumans, otherkin, and therianthropes

Alterhuman is not another word for nonhuman. It’s not another word for otherkin, either. Alterhuman is an umbrella term for therianthropes, otherkin, nonhumans, and more. It can also be for some who do identify as human, just in some unusual ways. The word alterhuman is short for alternatively human. It was coined by Lio of the Crossroads System in 2014. Its purpose was so all of these kinds could unite under a word, without erasing what makes each one distinct.

The otherkin and therianthrope communities started without any relation to each other. The word otherkin was coined in the year 1990 in the Elfkind Digest mailing list. Its participants were elves, dragons, dwarves, wolves, and more. That’s where the otherkin community started.

Elsewhere, the therianthrope community started in 1993, in an internet group for fans of werewolf stories, alt.horror.werewolves. The participants started talking about how they related to those stories. Therianthropes are often kinds of animals that live on Earth, but not all of them are.

Later, in the late 1990s and 2000s, the communities of otherkin and therianthropes started to mingle because of what they have in common with each other. The two still exist side by side, with their own distinct qualities, and so do many other sorts of alterhumans.

#alterhuman #therianthrope #otherkin #therian #therianthropy #my writing #original post #rated G #history #about words #screen reader friendly #reblogs are welcome as always on my blog #alterhuman history

[nicecurves]

#g goldensoles #bf #thepose #soles #zoomin #pool #highly rated

[hacash]

full name: sergeant solomon 'HR nightmare' tozer

terror shitposting (7/?)

#the terror #terror shitposting #solomon tozer #honestly it could have been either tozer or hickey in this one #i'm sure i'll see nothing but g-rated tags on this post #XD

[touchlikethesun]

haikyuu-bu!! is a bloody gift

#it reads like a parody or maybe even like g rated doujins #and i love it so much #bokuaka #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu #haikyuu bu

[cmdrhn]

Wedding Rings and Snow Tires (結婚ゆびわと冬用タイヤ) by ポッケにコペポーダ

Hange and Levi learn to do things together. [Modern AU]

Shingeki no Kyojin・Levi/Hange・24 pages・G

* Please do not remove the source from the caption. * Please do not download, distribute, edit or repost.

#ポッケにコペポーダ #levihan #-rating: G

[2nd2ndalto]

I have a headcanon that all the demigod kids routinely end up in each others beds/cabins at night, because nightmares and trauma and whatnot. So I wrote this smol fic.

~~~~~

There Is Rest and There's You

The first time Nico sees Annabeth leaving the Poseidon cabin at an ungodly early hour (having been dragged from his warm bed by Leo and Jason for an ungodly early errand), he flushes, quickly looking away. Because it's obvious, even to him, that she’d spent the night. But Annabeth merely sleepily raises a hand in greeting and continues on her way back to her own cabin.

Jason, maybe noticing Nico’s discomfort, simply shrugs. “Musical cabins,” he explains. “Happens a lot.”

Leo nods in agreement. “Yep. I had some really wicked nightmares last week, three nights running. I ended up on Jason’s floor. Would have been in the bed, but Piper got there first,” he adds, disgruntled.

Huh, Nico thinks. Musical cabins. That's a little weird.

After that, he pays more attention. It’s not unusual, as it turns out, to find the Apollo cabin overstuffed with various campers early in the morning, rivalling even the occupancy of the Hermes cabin. Sometimes it’s couples tucked in together, but more often it’s friends, siblings. Seeking comfort, and sleep.

It's six months into Nico's stay at Camp when he begins forgetting to lock the door to Cabin Thirteen. He nearly runs Harley through with his sword the first night he finds the younger boy fast asleep in his cabin. But after that, it quickly becomes routine to wake to the quiet comfort of someone else’s soft snoring across the darkened room. Most often it's Will, brushing a warm hand over Nico's forehead before settling into the other bed, but sometimes it's Harley, and several times Leo, complaining that Jason’s bed was already full.

It’s a little weird, but surprisingly nice. Nico begins leaving his door unlocked most of the time.

On a night late in February, the nightmares are worse than usual. Nico wakes in a cold sweat, heart pounding, tears welling behind his eyelids. He does what he usually does - dresses quickly, and walks. There’s something meditative about the rhythm of his boots on the ground and the sharp, cold air on his skin that usually settles him.

But the thing is, it’s really cold. And after only about half an hour he finds himself standing in the central green, torn. He can't feel his toes, but he can’t quite stomach the thought of returning to his own empty cabin, either.

His frozen feet lead him up the stairs to Cabin Seven. And gods, it’s warm inside.

There’s a soft rustle of blankets from Will’s bunk.

“Nico?” Will’s voice is soft and scratchy. “What’s wrong?”

The taller boy is out of bed and across the cabin in a heartbeat, reaching for Nico’s hand. Scanning him, Nico knows, blue eyes wide with worry.

Nico shakes his head. “I’m fine. Just - couldn’t sleep,” he murmurs, and the concern on Will’s face fades to sympathy.

“The bunk above mine is empty,” he says simply.

And that’s that. Nico climbs up, snuggles in. Will’s messy blond bedhead pops over the edge of the bunk, his smile fond. He squeezes Nico’s arm. “Sleep tight.” And then he disappears.

Nico worries it might be awkward, in the daylight. It’s anything but. The Apollo cabin is a riot of sound and motion in the morning. Austin flings a stuffed turtle at Nico's head. Nico's foot is hanging off the edge of the bunk, and Kayla tickles it, cackling when he squeaks.

“Breakfast time, sleepyhead,” she chirps.

“Sleep well?” Will asks as Nico climbs back down.

And the thing is, he really did.

Time passes. The nightmares wax and wane, but they get easier, mostly.

Until one night in July. It’s almost a year to the day since he came to stay at Camp - Nico thinks, later, maybe that’s why the nightmares hit particularly hard. He wakes shaking, gasping for air, convinced he’s fading again, permanently this time. It scares him so much more than it did when it was actually happening. He shoves his hands against the wood of his headboard, hard, positive they’re going to slip right through. They don’t, but he can't shake the panic.

Nico’s up and out the door in the space of a breath, no hesitation as he makes a beeline, barefoot, for Cabin Seven. The air is cool for July, the full moon shining bright above.

He can feel his panic ease the second he closes the door behind him, soothed by a quiet symphony of soft breathing.

But the bunk above Will’s is occupied tonight, and as Nico's eyes adjust, he realizes all the others are, too.

“Nico?” Will’s voice is a whisper. “Nightmare?” He sits up, silhouetted in moonlight.

“Yeah.” Nico steps closer. “Looks like you’re all full in here, though. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He turns to leave, but Will grabs his arm. “I’ll come with you.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine. You go back to sleep.”

Will gazes at him in the dark, fingers still wrapped around Nico’s wrist. “Or you could stay. Here.”

“There’s no room, though.”

“I have room,” Will whispers.

Nico blinks at Will’s bunk, then back at Will, his stomach attempting to leap into his throat. Will’s eyes are wide, nervous.

“I... um -” Nico begins. He can feel his face heating at the thought of it.

“Gods, di Angelo, just stop talking and get into his bed. Literally no one cares,” Kayla grumbles from the next bunk over. There appears to be at least one Demeter kid in her bed. Maybe two.

Will’s fighting a grin now and he shrugs. Nico shrugs back, then… climbs into the bed. Will scoots over to make room, pulling the blankets over them both. And gods it’s warm, and it smells like Will, and when nothing else calms him, that always does.

Nico lets his eyes close. Then -

“Do - do I feel like I’m fading?” he asks in a whisper, echoes of the nightmare flashing behind his closed eyelids.

Will gazes at him. Then he reaches for Nico’s hand.

“No,” Will whispers. Someone clears their throat nearby and Will grimaces, yanking the blankets over their heads.

“Did something happen?” he asks, his breath brushing Nico’s face.

“No, just - nightmare."

Will nods in understanding. “No. You’re good,” he smiles. He goes to pull the blankets back down, then seems to reconsider.

“That’s um… that’s usually why I end up in your cabin. At night.” he admits, quiet. “Sometimes... I just need to make sure that you’re still solid.”

Nico stomach flip-flops. "Oh."

Will shrugs, sheepish. He pulls the blankets back down, settling on his side. "Here," he says, reaching for Nico's hand again. "Then neither of us has to worry." He tangles their fingers together, reaching out to lay his other hand on Nico's arm, tethering him.

Will's soft smile in the dark is dazzling, and his hands are warm, and Nico worries his own answering smile might just light up the entire cabin.

When he wakes hours later to the familiar sounds of chaos, his head tucked against Will's shoulder, Will's face buried in his hair, well. He thinks maybe this musical cabins thing isn't so bad after all.

Notes

This is a short one! I tried to challenge myself to write something coherent in 1000 words or less. I almost managed it.

It is also my personal headcanon that Harley kind of attaches himself to Nico & sees him as a big brother. This comes up in something else I'm working on as well.

I would love to hear your related headcanons! Snuggly demigods! Sleeping in heaps like puppies!

Jason may not come up much in my fics but please rest assured he is Always Alive.

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #one-shot #prompt fic #my writing #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo #rated g #fluff #other characters appear briefly #minor valgrace maybe?

[desceros]

Idk if you accept requests (which is fine- I'm just thirsty) but do you think you'll ever write more Bayverse Donnue X Reader? That recent fic you did was too cute and the way you write his dorkiness is elite. Ilysm ❤️

will i write more bayverse donnie the people wonder, not knowing my google drive has about twenty more ideas yeah i'll take them! it'd probably be pretty fun to have a little collection going on ao3 for that kind of thing, but i'll post them here until i get enough to pull that together. for now, here's a cute little thing i pulled together for you! hope you enjoy <3 Donatello/Reader, GN!Reader, pining, donnie being a tender dork

“You’re starin’.” 

Raph’s finger pokes between your eyes, prompting you to swat him out of the way. Shooting him a brief scowl, you huff in annoyance. “Yeah? And? I’m busy. Go away.” 

Raph, apparently gunning for the title of most annoying turtle you know, does not go away. He sits next to where you’re leaning on the table, chin in your hands and gazing adoringly at Donatello. 

Donatello who, fiddling with some kind of contraption he’s working on, has his tongue sticking out.

“He’s so cute,” you sigh, a little sick with it. 

“It’s gross.”

“Uh, you’re gross,” you tell him, nose wrinkling. “Don’t you have anything better to do? I'm trying to enjoy this. Make like a tree and leaf.”

Donnie turns the contraption around in his hands, and then his face lights up as something apparently clicks into place in his mind. With a little giggle, he grabs a different screwdriver and gets to work. 

“Oh my god,” you wail softly, hands covering your mouth because it’s too much. 

Raph folds his arms, and you can feel how hard he rolls his eyes. “You ever consider talkin’ to him?”

“I talk to him all the time,” you dodge with the elegance of an elephant. 

“You know what I mean.” He nudges you with his foot, except he forgets a little that he’s a mutant turtle and you are what he likes to call a squishy. 

“Ow! Fucker!” you hiss, reaching out to pinch him. You’re stopped, however, when you hear Donnie calling your name.

“You okay?” he asks, raising his goggles up from his eyes and blinking to readjust to normal vision. His hands have stilled on the contraption, lowering it to his lap as he stops what he’s doing to check in at the sound of your pain. He looks like he's about to get up and come check with his own two hands, like hearing it won't be enough.

Oh, god, you’re in so much trouble.

“Y-Yeah! I’m fine!” you answer sweetly, squawking when Raph’s hand collides with your back between the shoulder blades and knocks you forward. 

“Geez, you’re so squishy,” he says. 

“Hey, watch it,” Donnie says, a frown marring his beak. “You know they don’t have a shell, right? Be gentle!” 

Groaning, Raph rolls his eyes again, pushing away from the table to stand. “Okay, I can’t handle both of ya being like this. I’m out.” 

Rubbing where your rib cage had hit the edge of the table a little hard, you glare at his shell before you look back to Donnie. He too seems a bit miffed, though his gaze gets a little sweet, a little shy when it meets your own. He wiggles his fingers in a tiny wave before he clears his throat, picking his contraption back up with hands that look a little unsteady, like now he can feel the way you’re watching him and it’s having an effect. Sure enough, his glance darts up to meet your own, just for a second before he looks back down, hands working faster and tongue darting nervously over his lips. 

…Oh, yeah. You’re in so much trouble.

#ask tag #tmnt #bayverse #donatello/reader #just a lil bit of fluff. as a treat. #oh man. i need a writing tag here now huh. uh. #my fic #rating: g