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#(was it any less scary? no. but i did it anyway
slfcare · 2 years
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Let the person you want to be emerge in the way you make decisions. Where would they say yes where you’re currently saying no? What kind of things would they sign up for? What classes would they take, or how would they plan their day? Initially you might think of this person as someone you’ll one day end up being, when in reality the only thing seperating you is the way you’re thinking. They’ll be a lot more accessible when you allow yourself to start being like them, if being them is still a bit too intimidating.
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xoshepard · 2 months
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god scooby doo on zombie island was such a mess
imagine being a kid that is deathly afraid of ghosties and ghoulies and ESPECIALLY afraid of zombies but you can watch scooby doo bc its pretty goofy and its always the rich landlord who did it anyway
and then you watch scooby doo on zombie island and the twist in this kids movie is that zombies are real as shit and so are evil cat lady monsters or whatever
like that movie ruined my life HDKDHDJF they really tricked me into watching horror smdh!!!
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thylacines-toybox · 9 months
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Hey, I found a beanie boo that I liked the design of but I can't stand those giant uguu eyes. Do you think it would be possible to replace them with smaller safety eyes akin to the old beanie babies? If yes, do you have any advice?
I was gonna answer this in a normal way, but then I got curious about trying it for myself and thought I might as well demonstrate!
So, I went and picked up a guy from the supermarket. The selection there was pretty barren today but I found a decent test subject:
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Eye replacement procedure below!
(First of all, to my friend who loves beanie boos, I am so sorry for this lmao)
So! First I opened up the closing seam on his back. However, I found an extra mesh barrier inside! Clearly this is to prevent bean escape since this is the most likely seam to accidentally pop open through play. This would be a bit annoying to work around so I just sewed it back up and went in the back of the head instead…
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Opened and unstuffed the head…
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…And turning it inside out to get to the backs of the eyes. Whoa, these plastic washers are the biggest I’ve ever seen!! Cutting through them will take some work!
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Please be very careful of your fingers cutting through these!! Be careful not to cut the fabric around the eye too, but mostly be careful of yourself!
Anyway grrrrrrr attack attack slice slice grrrr
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They’re out! With a little glue I think the washers would be able to hold on perfectly well again. I’ll keep these eyes to reuse on something where they’ll be a bit more proportional!
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The washers on these eyes are particularly cup shaped, fitting around the back of the eye and holding the fabric tightly against them. Now that the eyes are removed, this has left imprints on the fur!
Plenty of brushing and rumfling will help to fix the creased and flattened areas of fur, and wetting the fur or gently steaming over a hot cup of water should help too. It might take a little time!
(Also, I did make a little cut in the cheek while removing a washer, oops! No worries, that can be stitched up.)
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Now we can try on a few new eye styles! Restuff the head for now so you can see how they’ll look.
I have a few sizes of solid black, from teeny dots to absolute tbh creature…
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These blue eyes were a little scary… no thanks!
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I even have some glittery ones like the original, but smaller! Pretty nice actually!
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And even some googly eyes hehehe!
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But my favourite eyes were some basic 9mm black ones! They are placed a little funny here, but the position will change a little bit…
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The holes left by the original eyes were very big, so a couple of stitches are needed on each one to tighten them up to fit the new eyes. I stitched the top outer corners, to move the holes down and inwards a bit. If you wanted, you could even sew them closed completely and make new eye holes elsewhere!
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Unstuff again and pop those new eyes in!
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Restuff! You might actually need to add a little extra stuffing, as the fabric not being so pulled around the eyes any more will mean it is a little ‘baggier’.
Then sew the head closed again and that’s about it! The fur is still a little creased around mine, but I’ll keep working at it and it should become less visible.
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To add a tiny bit more shape to the big round head, I also did a touch of threadsculpting. I ran a thread from the corner of each eye to below the chin and back, just pulling the eyes in a tad more. You might decide you don’t need this!
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And there we go! Hope you’ll try it yourself!
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blumineck · 3 months
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Your videos are so awesome! Question about pole dancing:
I'm a trans man, and before I transitioned I did some aerial silks and trapeze at a school near where I lived. Then I transitioned, moved, and after a few years have wanted to get back into something similar. There are plenty of pole places around my house, but they're heavily oriented towards women. One's even marketed for ONLY women. I feel really weird about trying to attend classes as a man. Any advice?
OK, this is a tricky one. As this is anon, I need to post publicly, so here's some context for passers-by:
Pole dance is a heavily female-dominated activity, and because it's also frequently sexualised (either by design or by association), and requires fairly revealing clothing, many women feel less comfortable in classes with men. Some studios might then attempt to foster a safer environment by excluding men altogether (and even if they don't, the vast majority of students are usually female anyway, so pictures on the website, etc rarely feature men even if there's no actual policy).
And I GET all that. But also, I feel like it's ok for men to want to do pole too. I was literally drawn to pole in the first place BECAUSE it defied traditional gender expectations. So here's my advice, to you and any other men who might want to start:
1) Ask. Drop the studio an email, see if they take male students. The way they respond will tell you a lot about whether this will be a safe/welcoming space for you. It might feel weird and scary, but they don't know you yet, and if their answer is off-putting, they never have to!
2) Be prepared to be in a minority. Even if the studio is welcoming, you are unlikely to be in a class with more than 1 or 2 other men (at most!) and reasonably likely to be the only one. You may find different moves easy/hard, and you may find it takes a little longer for other students to relax/open up around you. This can be hard for some men who aren't used to that dynamic, but it /is/ a predominantly feminine space, so it's worth being thoughtful in how you approach things.
I'm not saying this to put you or anyone else off! IME most studios are happy to take male students, and most students are reasonably open and welcoming, and once you get settled, you can have a lot of fun and make lots of friends. As long as you check in and make an effort, I absolutely recommend giving it a go!
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svpportive · 1 year
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autism is so funny i like should be more heartbroken probably but i’m just so filled with relief that i know what the rules are again
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starkwlkr · 10 months
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annoying little brothers | f1
female driver x f1 drivers (platonic) (same age as daniel so 33)
part 2 part 3
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Y/N L/N BEING THE FUNNIEST DRIVER ON THE GRID
The video starts of with a press conference from the United States Grand Prix. Y/n was seated with Charles, Pierre, Daniel and Sebastian her being in the middle of all the men who she considered her brothers.
She was listening to all the questions the men were receiving from how they thought they were going to do, how’s the team doing, etc. But when a reported finally asked her a question, she completely blanked.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about my son. We were supposed to get breakfast together and he hasn’t texted me back. I haven’t seen Lando all day.” Y/‘ said making the drivers and reporters laugh.
“When did you adopt Lando? I wasn’t aware.” Daniel played along.
“2019. He was actually lost when I met him. It was during the Australian Grand Prix, his first f1 race. I found him and we did the Melbourne walk together and I’ve just kind of adopted ever since. So if any of you bully my son, I’m coming after you.” Y/n explained.
“He’s probably texting you right now saying ‘stop embarrassing me, mom!’” Sebastian went on.
“Wait, he’s over there!” Pierre spotted the Brit rushing towards their direction.
“He’s alive!” Charles cheered.
Finally, Lando arrived to their interview area with a box from a a bakery in his hand. “Sorry, I have to drop this off. We’ll get breakfast tomorrow. I got you pastries.” Lando gave Y/n the box and a hug then he was off since he was late for his interview.
“You’ve raised your son well.” The reporter joked.
“That was all me, I needed no help.”
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The next clip was a fan video from 2021. Y/n had just finished her date with a guy and now she was signing autographs and taking photos with a group of girls. The girls had just finished their meals at a restaurant when they spotted the f1 driver leaving with a guy. The politely asked for a photo, which y/n was more than glad to take. Her date stepped aside to give them a moment.
“Sorry to interrupt your date.” A girl apologized for her and all her friends.
“Nothing to be sorry about, honey. I’m actually nervous because I don’t know how the date went. I’m horrible at first dates so this is kinda making me less stressed.” Y/n admitted. The girls laughed as y/n signed a girls phone case.
“Has he met Lando?” Another girl asked knowing how close y/n and lando are.
“Not yet. I’m afraid that Lando might scare him off. Everyone on the grid might, especially seb. He will definitely give him one of those ‘treat her right or I will run you over’ speeches.” Y/n signed another phone case.
“Does he knows you’re famous?”
“Oh god, no! I told him I was unemployed and that a sugar daddy was giving me money. I’m surprised he still agreed to come on this date with me.” Y/n chuckled.
Months later, the guy ended up being y/n’s boyfriend. He even attended the British Grand Prix where he finally met Lando, who was actually the one to tell him to treat y/n right or he would run him over.
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The next clip started off with the intro to grill the grid. The challenge was to guess the driver’s numbers, something that y/n was semi confident about.
“So we start off with my man, Danny, number three.” She wrote down on her clipboard. “Four, my son, Lando. Also ever since I met Lando I’ve been seeing the number four quite often. It’s scary actually. Can’t decide if Lando put a curse on me or not.”
“Would he do that?”
“He shouldn’t,” y/n raised her voice slightly. “Anyways, next is … oh! Seb! I don’t know why I couldn’t think of him right away. Then we have latifi at number six then kimi at seven.” She continued writing down the names.
“Nine ….Mazepin.” She fought the urge to roll her eyes since her and the driver were never on good terms.
“Ten, my favorite frenchie well one of, we treat everyone nice here, gasly.” Y/n winked at the camera. “Eleven, the mexican minister of defense, Perez. And then we have me! Thirteen!”
“Do you think Lando got your number right?”
“I don’t doubt him ever.”
“Thirteen, my mother! Everyone better get that right.” Lando pointed at the camera menacingly.
“Fourteen, Alonzo. Sixteen, Leclerc Charles. Eighteen, stroll and twenty two!” Y/n sang the number in the tune of taylor swift’s song. “Yuki! Thirty one, Esteban, my other frenchie. Thirty three, max does he have a middle name verstappen.”
“Have you noticed that you haven’t gotten any wrong yet?”
“I’m just the best, that’s why.” Y/n laughed. “Forty four, the seven time world champion, sir lewis hamilton. Fourty seven, mick mick mick. I love to say his name.”
Y/n had completely forgotten she had to be writing the names down. She was having too much fun.
“Fifty five, carlos smooth operator sainz jr. sixty three, the man with two first names, russell george.” Y/n said as she looked down at the numbers on the paper.
“Do you know his middle name?”
Y/n gasped. “Is it another first name?”
“I believe it’s William.”
“Three names!? It sounds so british.” Y/n chuckled. “Um, seventy seven valtteri, right?” Y/n saw the interviewer nod. “I was getting worried my streak would be broken. And ninety nine, antonio!”
“You got all of them!” Everyone in the room cheered.
“Did anyone else get them all?” Y/n asked.
“Daniel did.”
“Of course. He’s good with numbers.”
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The next clip was from the same grill the grid video but it was a blooper. Lando had arrived right as y/n finished filming and handed her a water bottle.
“Did you get my number?” Lando asked curiously.
“Yeah, ninety five, right? Cause you’re a McQueen fan.” Y/n teased as she grabbed the bottle from lando’s hand.
“Yeah, you remembered!” Lando played along “how did she really do?” He asked.
“She got them all right.”
“Really? I’ve got a smart mother!” Lando high fived the woman.
“It’s because I’ve got a photographic memory.” Y/n nodded with the most serious face on.
“Do you really?” Lando asked. He was surprised to hear that.
“No, I just love to lie.”
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The next clip started with Daniel and Lando standing next to boards with their 2022 rankings. As predicted, Daniel and Lando’s part of the interview was mostly filled with them drawing over each other’s pictures.
Daniel them knocked over Lando’s rankings to the ground. “That’s how I feel.”
“That was the worst timing ever. Y/n is walking this way.” Lando told Daniel, who immediately picked up the board.
“Are those your rankings?” Y/n asked as she approached the duo. She then noticed that the setup and quickly apologized to the camera man. “Sorry, I’m just curious now.”
“Are you proud of me?” Lando asked, standing next to her and throwing his arm over her shoulder.
“When am I not? Wait, except that time you pushed me into my birthday cake.” Y/n pinched his side. “Can I see the pen?” She asked the guys, Lando gave her his.
“She’s adding to our masterpieces. This piece will be worth millions years from now.” Daniel said.
Y/n then scribbled little stars around Lando’s head and then signed it at the top. “Actually you both look great in your pictures. Did they use photoshop?”
“Excuse me, this is all natural.”
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“Y/n! Hi, hello. What’s going on here?” Martin brundle asked the woman as she walked with her mom and pr manager, Lucy.
“Martin! It’s been a while, nothing much. How are you?” Y/n hugged the former racing driver. “This is my mom, she’s been wanting to meet you.”
“Mrs. l/n, hello. Welcome, how are you?” Martin greeted the older woman.
“Great. I’m here supporting my girl. It’s been a wonderful weekend.” Y/n’s mom smiled.
“Are you aware that you have a grandson that drives for McLaren?” Martin asked making all three ladies laugh.
“Yes, Lando is a very lovely young man.”
“How does it feel to have a daughter and grandson in f1?” Martin asked in a serious tone.
“Amazing. I’m super proud of both of them.”
“Thank you ladies for your time. Have a wonderful day.” Martin smiled at them, but before he could leave, y/n gave him a hug goodbye.
“Take care, Martin!” Y/n waved to the man and left with her mom and Lucy.
“She wins everything. Give her all the trophies. Everything is hers.” Martin said to the camera.
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The final clip was consisted of y/n after a race getting interviewed.
“Do you often see your father?” Someone asked from the back.
“No, actually we’re just good friends.”
“What’s your opinion on the president of the United States?” Asked the same person.
“I don’t think about him.”
“What’s going on between max verstappen and lewis hamilton?”
“I don’t know, I just work here.”
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beiasluv · 10 days
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influenced | o. piastri (81)
a/n: it’s race week babbayyyyy Piastri in da house 😘
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“Oscuh, did you see my water bottle?”
One thing Oscar adored – less than you – was Lando.
Lando was his everything in the scary, new world of formula one. To be fair, he was the oldest child his whole life…and don’t get him wrong, he loves his sisters with his whole heart. But, hell, he doesn’t like to be abandoned on the track without his extroverted Brit.
And Lando sure knows how to rub things off on Oscar.
“No?” the Australian looked up, his mouth still hooked up to the straw.
“Unfair,” he huffed before tapping the trim of the door – waddling away.
You’ve found yourself, sitting cross-legged in his driver’s room – almost biting on your lips when you watched a replay of his qualifying on the small screen of your phone.
It wasn’t every day you got to show up to his race, let alone his home race, all thanks to your busy schedule – but here you were.
Just maybe don’t mention the assignments backpack on the floor…
“Hey.”
You saw Oscar stumbling into his room, one hand still wrapped around his emotional support water bottle. His eyes lit up immediately when they spotted yours.
“Hi,” you cooed, putting away your phone before standing up to greet him with a hug. Breathing in his scent, closing your eyes and resting your face on his chest. “You’re sweaty.”
“I know,” he huffed.
“Great session?” smiling as you pulled away, giving his lips a quick peck. No way..
Ticklish.
"Mhm. Really good." Oscar said, rubbing his chin with his right hand. “How ‘bout you?”
“Good…good–” you quickly brushed it off.
This can’t be what you were thinking. Blinking a few times before reaching your hands to caress his chin, tilting it to get a better view. A Lando Norris-styled stache staring right back at you.
“Oscar”
“You like?” he smirked, raising one of his eyebrows in return.
Maybe he’d like to admit how cool Lando looked with the stache. He didn’t believe his looks mattered much, he was there to race after all. And not that he has been avoiding showing his lower half of the face during your face times anyway…
But damn it…he would look cool with one.
“You were influenced.”
His cheeks flushed harder with blood, “Maybe. But I think it suits me…right?”
You winced. Lightheartedly. “Hmmm, I don’t know.”
“Come ‘on,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you not like it?”
You broke into a smile, shaking your head in defense. “Oscar Jack Piastri, I like you either way.”
“Really?”
He made a pouty face, the one you cooed at, trying to act tough. "But Lando said it’s cool."
“Of course. You always believe Lando,” you chuckled, pinching his cheeks ever so slightly.
“You sure about that?” He smirked.
“Let’s get you shave then.”
Ushshskkajajajak I have mixed feelings about his stachee
I’d appreciate any interaction if you liked it, if not…then why not 😘
– @namgification @jsjcue @c-losur3
Today’s a special day for yourself!! Take care!
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lust444men · 22 days
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omg this is so scary for me rn (its my first req😭) but anyways if you have time
do you think you could make a smut fic where reader is a police officer and hobie is just handcuffed being the flirty mf he is and then something just snaps inside of reader then BOOM theyre fucking inside a cop car🤷‍♀️hobie is just thrusting, no hands😭
(hobie is talking a lot too bro be talking about some “go on lovie, cmon.” “never knew a cop would do this, huh?” BYE HELP)
a/n: this idea is soooo...soooo...soooooo. mmmmf. for first time requesting, you chose such a good idea omfggg. warnings: fem!officer!reader x criminal!hobie, praise, p n v no protection, oral (f rec), slapping (once on inner thigh), hobie n his foul mouth, swearing, overstim?, teasing, slight mocking, dom hobie???
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You had been a cop for the last...maybe eight months? having finished your training and got hired at your local police department. And honestly, you've never had this many calls on just one person. He's always up to no good.
"We have a 10-35 on Cheapside, some guy spray painting on cop cars." Your boss said, and the second he said 10-35, you had a strong feeling who it was. You grabbed your badge, baton, and pepper spray. You knew you wouldn't need it with him. It's just procedure.
Hopping into your car and turning on the sirens, you quickly made your way to Cheapside. Immediately as you pull up, you see him leaning against the wall, spray paint cans by his booted feet. a lazy smile crosses his face as he watches you step out the car, raising his hands. "There she is, my favouri'e copper." he drawls, making you instantly roll your eyes.
"I'm convinced you do this on purpose," You stand in front of him, hands on your hips. "C'mon, you know what to do." Which makes him grin before spreading his feet shoulder length apart.
"Yes, ma'am." watching you kneel infront of him and begin patting his legs, feeling his dick twitch as you brush his thighs.
"Any weapons on you, Mr. Brown?" You ask as you make your way over his hips and torso, staring up at his face. His stupid smug face, as if he wasn't a felon by now.
"Other than my dick? naw." He chuckled, feeling your hands run up his sides and back before you touch his arms.
"Same joke everytime, and it's less funny each time." you scoff, forcing him to turn around so you can cuff him, making it a couple notches tighter than it needs to be.
"who says i's a joke, eh?" he comments, looking over his shoulder at your unamused face, making him laugh.
"get in the car, Mr. Brown." you hissed as you open the back door, forcing him in with your hand on his head. you lean over him, grabbing the seatbelt to buckle him in, your faces inches away. you see him study all your features out of the corner of your eye, a slight smirk on his lips.
you attempt to ignore the bulge in his jeans but as your forearm brushes it when you clip the belt in, your face can't help but turn pinkish. his smirk only grows, so slightly pushing his hips up in hopes of meeting that same friction again.
"cmon, lovie. y'know ya wan' it." he basically whispered, his breath going across your cheek. you give him a glare before moving away from him and slamming the door, making him grin. the drive back to your station was long,
one hand on the wheel and the other out the window. little did you know, Hobie was slipping out of his belt without you realising, your mind preoccupied. He moved to the edge of the seat, leaning over.
"So, lovie. Tell me sum," He murmured, making you flinch and look over your shoulder at him.
"Shit! How'd you get out from your belt?" You curse, unable to pull over at this moment in time, which made him snort a laugh.
"You think about me when you fuck ya'self?" He blurted, making your face flush and splutter a cough. you're...not proud of it, but there has been times he's slipped into your mind. the thought of his hand instead of your own. his whispers of how well you're doing in your ear.
"tha's a yes, innit?" He cooed, grinning to ear to ear at your flushed face. you cleared your throat, shaking your head.
"no, it isn't." you scoffed, finally able to pull over, tucked away by an alley. immediately stepping out the car and climbing into the back, you attempt to try and get him back in his belt.
"Fuckin' corporate otherwise I'm doubling your sentence."
"ya' can't do that."
"I can,"
"only thing y'can do is suck me o-" He hardly finished his sentence before you slapped a hand over his mouth.
"shut up. every time I arrest you, you got somethin' to say. shut up for once." you hissed, and you can tell by his eyes squinting that he had a smile on his face. he then bit your palm, making you flinch and yelp.
"y'like it. cmon, lovie. give in." he urged.
"no. don't make me tighten your handcuffs."
"wouldn't be the first time I'm in handcuffs. don' even hurt no more. I can still fuck ya' with no hands." He coaxed, but was surprised when you seated yourself in his lap.
"Yeah? wanna prove that for me, hm?" You had enough. constantly teasing you that he could fuck you good, and he fuckin' better.
"yes, ma'am. take off the cuffs." He jingled the cuffs behind his back.
"nah, you said you can do it with no hands." you scoffed, reaching down and undoing his spiked belt, then unbuttoning his jeans and with the lift of his hips, you slid them down to his mid thigh.
he nudged your cheek with his nose, tilting his head to try and kiss you. you happily accept, giving him a sloppy kiss as you dipped your hands into his boxers, stroking his hard cock, a guttural groan rumbling through him and into the kiss, which you happily drank up. your free hand shimmied your trousers down, along with your panties, letting them drop in the bottom of the car.
he stared at you, his eyes darkening as he sees your glistening cunt in the street light. you pull him out of his boxers just enough, your hand gripping the base as you guided him to your aching core, not wasting a single second. but Hobie thought you were taking too long, thrusting upwards. you let out a moan as your hands braced beside him.
"fuckin' told you I could do i' with no hands," he hissed in your ear, moans spilling loudly from your lips as they mixed with his grunts and the slapping of skin.
"Wha'di say? Hm?" You didn't answer, kissing him purely to make shut up. you rolled your hips, drawing a whimper from surprisingly both of you. you pull away from the kiss, smirking at him.
"did you just fucking whimper?" you teased, watching his eyes darken. It filled you with unfiltered excitement.
"what's next? gonna call me mommy and start begging? mommy, mh! please!" You mocked, getting all hight pitched as you grinned. you opened your mouth to mock him some more, but got cut off as he thrusted upwards again, knocking the wind out of you and a mewl bubbled in your throat. you fell forward, chest to chest with him now.
"don' do tha' shit on me." He scoffed, digging his heels into the bottom of your car before setting a rhythmic pace, sliding in and out of you with ease, his heavy breaths right in your ear.
"o-oh f-..fuck." you whimpered, his dick hitting places your fingers, toys, and exes never could. you didn't even know they existed until his thick and long cock decided to hit every single one of them. you buried your face into his neck, moaning repeatedly as your head swirled, focusing purely on the pleasure.
"look at me. look at me right now." He hissed in your ear, groans and grunt in the back of his throat. you leaned back, making eye contact with him through your half lidded eyes, your pretty pink lips parted as soft moans fell from them.
"tha's it. Good girl. Such a good girl, yeah?" He cooed, almost mocking as he stared at you, thrusts never faltering. you still nodded, your palms flat on his chest.
"mhm..I am. fuck, please. please." You begged, head spinning as you felt the knot in your tummy tightening.
"whats that? did you just whimper?" He was clearly mocking you, as if he wasn't giving you the best dick you've ever gotten. he knows he is.
"j-just shut up and fu..fuck me." You gasp, your tits bouncing with every single thrust.
"take your shirt off." He nodded towards your uniform shirt, and you quickly unbuttoned your shirt to reveal a bra matching your panties, tits practically spilling out of it. he let out an amused hum, his eyes never leaving your chest.
"matching set? were you expecting to fuck me today?" He huffed with humour, watching you shake your head. "No? someone else on your radar? You fuck every criminal, babe?" He mused, picking up his speed. how the fuck was he doing this shit with no hands?
"n-no! I just - I just like to match." you whined, panting as you grew closer.
"uncuff me. right now." He grunted, watching as you fumbled to find the key in your uniform trousers. you quickly found it, unlocking the cuffs. without another second of being free, his hands flew to your hips for support as he drilled into you, your slick dripping onto the seat below.
"F-fuck, Hobie!" you gasped, clawing at his chest. his first name on your lips made him let out a guttural groan. he had only heard mister brown till now.
"say that again. say my name." He whispered, sounding almost desperate for it.
"Hobie, m'gonna come. shit, please. please, hobie. I'm so close." You babbled in his ear, chanting his name like a fucking prayer. he huffed, his right hand drifting from your hip to your clit, rubbing tight circles.
"come f'me, pretty girl." He urged, watching your legs spasm as your orgasm crashed over you. you swear you could see stars. you let out several high pitched whines mixed with gasps. he wrapped his arms around your waist, forcing you to his body as he used you for his own pleasure now. you moaned in overstimulation, clinging onto him.
"oh god, oh god." You whined, hiding your face into his neck as you left crescent shaped marks into his skin. he grunted, his orgasm quickly approaching.
"I know, baby, I know. I'm nearly there, almost done. Y'doing so good." his praise made your head spin, and you selfishly wanted to come again. you involuntarily clench around him, a shallow gasp leaving his throat as he finishes unexpectedly. 
"Fuck." He groans in your ear, thrusts becoming sloppy. his groan spread heat all through you, and you whimpered softly as he pulled out, not wanting to feel empty so soon.
he kept an arm around your waist, the other going to the back of your head as he switched your positions, kneeling in the footwell, pulling you to the edge of the carseat.
"what are you doing?" you whispered, hand on his shoulder to slightly push him away. he immediately swatted your hand.
"cleaning my mess up." He simply said, as if it were the most obvious thing. He kissed up your thigh, and your breath hitched.
"w-wait-.." You mumbled, and he immediately pulled back, concern painting his face.
"You okay?"
"yeah, it's just..no ones ever.." You trailed off, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. his brow arches, cocky amusement on his face now.
"I'm 'bout to be the first to ever eat this pussy? whatta fucking honour." he groaned, his cock throbbing at that fact. he starts kissing his way up your thigh, his hand reaching back to push the passenger seat forward a little so he had more room cause he's a lanky prick.
he then drifted his hands up your thighs, listening closely to your breath hitching, your hips instinctively pushing towards his face as your hand tangled in his hair.
"Please," you whispered meekly, watching him bite and suck his mark into your thighs.
"patience. I eat pussy when I'm ready." He huffed, digging his fingers into your thighs.
"you've eaten other girls out, huh?" you asked, tilting your head at him.
"none like you. ain't none of em had a cunt I wan'ed to nut in." You scrunch your nose at his vulgarity.
"You're feral." you huffed, making him snort a laugh that made you smile.
"Yeah, I know." He grinned, planting a kiss on your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath. he licked a stripe up from your entrance to your clit, going slowly at first to ease you into the new sensation.
"S-shit..s'nice." you nodded, tugging on his hair as you looked down at his pretty hazel eyes between your legs. he hummed as if he knew, the vibrations making your hips buck with a whimper from the back of your throat.
he simply couldn't help himself, beginning to eat you out like a man starved. your breaths got heavy, mixing with loud moans. his slurping sounds and your moans mixed together, the car windows steaming up.
if anyone had taken a peak down the alley you parked in, they would immediately know what was happening. your fucking a criminal right now. as a cop. fuck, this could ruin your entire career if people found out! this is bad, this is so ba-
"ay. eyes on me. I'm eating your cunt and you're not even paying attention?" He scoffed, slapping your inner thigh, not roughly, but enough to get his point across. you flinched, moaning.
"I'm sorry, m'sorry - please. please carry on." He stared at you, almost glaring.
"usually I wouldn't, but your pussy is fucking perfection." He grunted, leaning back down to suck at your clit, his tongue definitely alot rougher since he saw you paying zero attention to him between your legs.
you sucked in a harsh breath, your hand going to the window and making a hand print on the foggy glass. his middle and ring finger made their way to your entrance, sliding in with ease. his slender fingers immediately found your sweet spot, curling there as he intensified his efforts.
"s-shit! fuck, I'm close. I'm so close." You whimpered, your other hand tugging on his hair. you didn't miss the way his eyes rolled back at that. your back arched, a loud gaspy moan falling from you as your orgasm ripped through you. he happily drank up every last drop, absolutely pussy drunk. how could he not be? you're absolute perfection. as your high subsided, he pulled away, his fingers and chin coated with your cum.
"taste ya'self. see why this is my new favouri'e thing to eat?" He asked, putting his fingers past your lips for you to taste yourself. you moaned softly, swirling your tongue around his fingers, and he grinned. he pulled his pants and jeans back up to his hips, putting his belt back on before slowly dressing you, giving you a kiss on the temple.
your radio chirped with your boss asking where you were and if you needed backup, making your eyes widen.
"Fuck. I was supposed to bring you back like fourty minute ago." You cursed, grabbing your radio.
"Responding, culprit is under control. Bringing him in now." You said, tossing the radio into the front seat. He grinned, looking at you smugly as you slipped his cuffs back on, making them less tight than they were earlier on.
"Ya gon' bail me out in the middle of the night for head?"
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Corruption Ch3
(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)
Ch1, Ch2
Warning: Minors DNI, smut, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship?
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Four months, twenty days until D-Day
Finally, it took you ten full days to understand your abilities and make your suit. It did feel somewhat shameful by how much of a struggle it was to get everything ready. You had to rely on a close friend to make your suit and beg them to not say anything.
You were finally going to start your life as a super hero. Your secret identity had to be top secret. Mainly, because you were afraid of how Miguel would react if he saw you. You loved the man, but you were terrified of his villainous nature.
"Alright, suit is kind of tight, but it will have to work." You whispered, staring at yourself in the mirror.
The suit was tight against your skin, showing off each of your curves, breasts and ass. It almost felt sexual, but what heroes in the past wore baggy suits? Unsure if you wanted to do that research, you knew that you needed something that won't get your snagged on a flag or something.
Patting down your skirt, you glanced at the zipper you had custom made in case for an emergency bathroom visit. Honestly, it made you chuckle since you thought of such a thing. Miguel would probably laugh at you if he ever found out.
"Alright, now for the scary part." You inhaled deeply.
Opening your window, you took deep breathes. You were terrified, but without this leap of faith, how were you ever going to bring Alchemax to justice? How were you going to show Miguel the light in his heart?
"I can do this." You whispered before shooting your web and swinging into the city.
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Miguel hissed lowly as he sat in his apartment. There were a million things going through his head. One of them being how to perfect his spider genetic splicing DNA. He wanted to create the ultimate human. The superior human race.
Unable to think in the comfort of his own home, Miguel decided to take a walk around the city. He did need to buy a few things anyway. As he left his penthouse, Miguel grumbled lowly as he avoided the people around him.
How disgusting. All of these regular humans trying to smile and cozy up to Miguel. None of them had what it takes to be at his level. Unless they were willing to place themselves on his metal table for experimentation.
"Miguel, you won't believe this." Lyla appeared on his watch. Miguel lazily glanced towards his AI,
"Won't know until you say it."
"There are reports of a Spider-woman swinging across the city. People are in shock and whispering that the age of heroes might be making a comeback." She explained. Miguel scoffed,
"I'll believe it when I see it. Don't bother me with such nonsense."
Age of heroes his ass. Miguel knew better than to believe that such a time would revive. As he made his way into his local well-off supermarket, Miguel couldn't help but wonder why such reports would come to be.
A spider-women none the less. Miguel hadn't experimented on any women yet and everyone he did had perished. As he grabbed a cart, Miguel hissed to his ignorant thoughts. He shouldn't allow his genius brain subcome to such foolishness.
"Ah!!!" Someone screamed.
With a heavy roll of his eyes, Miguel glanced behind him. His eyes twitched as he saw a fire break out. Just his luck. Making his way to the checkout, Miguel ignored the people's screams, continuing his purchase.
"Sir! You need to leave! It's dangerous!" One of the workers yelled. Miguel just ignored them,
"Dangerous?" Miguel resisted a chuckle as he finished his purchase.
Right as he left, there was an explosion. His eyes widen as he felt the wind push him down. Surprised, Miguel let out a soft groan as he slowly got up. As he did, Miguel felt another wave push him back down.
"I got you!" A woman yelled out.
Furrowing his brows, Miguel saw someone approach him. He grunted, feeling himself being lifted up. Which was quite a surprise since Miguel was a tall and heavy man. Glancing towards the brave fool who came to his rescue, Miguel's eyes widen in shook.
"Spider-woman?!" He nearly gasped in shock. You smiled softly towards him,
"The one and only!" You chirped.
Miguel felt nearly flabbergasted as he observed you. The one thing he had been trying to recreate was right in front of him. There was a surge of emotions coursing through his body.
"Are you alright?" You asked, patting Miguel off as you escaped the building with him.
"Allow me to have a blood sample," Was the first thing Miguel said. You flinched, taking a step back,
"Haha, that's a....uh, unusual request, but I'll have to decline." You said, trying to hide your nerves. Miguel grabbed your shoulders,
"You don't understand. I've been trying to create someone like you for years. Please, I need to know how-"
"Perhaps if we bump into each other at another time, I can give you an answer, but I really must go. Take care of yourself and don't get hurt, okay?"
Miguel reached out to you once more as you swung away. The look in his eyes were one of desperation and frustration. How were you here? How did he not notice such a fine, perfect specimen in his city? This whole place belonged to him....
Including you.
Grabbing his items, Miguel hurried back to his penthouse. He needed to research on you. Miguel needed to find out more about you. Miguel needed you in his lab!
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Finding a good building to land on, you let out a small squeal. You had been swinging around doing little things here and there and finally, finally, you managed to do something heroic. Best of all, you had saved Miguel.
Trying to cover the blush on your cheeks, you recalled the warmth of his body pressed against yours. The look on his face was something else too. You've never seen him so shock, so amazed. If only he looked at you like that and not Spider-Woman.
"Mhm, but he just had to ask for a blood sample. I almost gave in too! I have to be careful!" You whined.
Sitting at the edge of the building, you glanced down at the messy, beautiful city below. You were going to have to get better at Super Hero stuff if you wanted to make any real change.
That, and you would have to control your emotions better if you ever wanted to change and heal Miguel. He was far too talented and smart to fall down the same fate as his father.
"I will save him."
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Miguel was on a man hunt. He had gotten Lyla to pull up anything on this new Spider-Woman, despite there not being much. He had to know who you were and where you came from.
Unable to retrieve much, Miguel decided to do things the hard way. He pulled up every single file on women who lived within or near the city. Miguel was determined to know who you were. Even if he had to do things the long and hard way.
"Let's see. Judging by her body, she is defiantly within the age ground of twenties to thirties. Let's start removing everyone else."
"Yes, sir." Lyla replied, shorting the age gap.
Miguel grunted since the list was still quite large. At least, whoever you were, you didn't cover your hair. Just a cute little mask that covered the top half of your face. Narrowing the list shorter, Miguel just inhaled since it was still a hefty list.
"Is speed dating out of the question?" Lyla asked with a grin. Miguel let out a rare laugh,
"Highly."
Wondering how to approach this, Miguel started to pace around his living room. He needed you. He wanted you. You were the key to creating the ultimate human race. If Miguel couldn't find you naturally, then he would have to make you come to him.
"I will make her mine."
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It was going to be another rough day at work. You had entered Alchemax with two large coffees in hand. Clocking in, you let out a heavy sigh as you made your way to Miguel's office. He had been blowing up your phone all morning.
"Miguel, could you maybe now tell me what's going on?" You asked softly as you opened his door.
"(Y/N), finally! We have a BIG day ahead of us!"
"We do?" You questioned as Miguel approached you, taking his coffee out of your hand, "Ah-Are we doing the seahorses?" You asked innocently.
"Ha!" Miguel chuckled darkly as he patted your head, "What am I to do without your blissful innocence."
"Awe, are we going back to spiders?"
"Always." Miguel hummed as he drank his coffee, "Have you heard about the new Spider-Woman in town?"
You felt a nervous sweat run down your back.
"I-I have! Was that...not your doing?" You asked, knowing that it sort of was, but Miguel didn't need to know that.
"No, and that's what infuriates me." He spat, placing his drink down, "I need to know how she came to be. I will not be stopping my spider experiments anytime soon. Not until she submits herself to me, or I recreate her very existence."
"Miguel...You can't have someone submit themselves to you like a trophy. You'd have to understand them...and honestly, if she really is a hero...I don't think...she will like...what you're...doing...here." Your voice kept getting lower and lower as Miguel slowly approached you.
"(Y/N), do you think what I'm doing here is wrong? Trying to advance us measly humans into something greater?" Miguel asked, twisting his views into yours. You bit your lower lip, holding your tablet close to your chest,
"N-No...I-I think the idea...is right..."
"Oh, (Y/N), try not to think too much, okay?" Miguel hummed as he casually stroked your cheek, "Remember, our work here will be one for the history books."
You tried your best to calm your racing heart as you leaned into Miguel's touch. How could such cruel words come out through his sexy mouth. His low tone just made your brain fuzzy. And his touch? Oh, you were feeling that down to your panties.
"Okay," You whispered, giving into his demands, "What will we start with today?"
It was going to be a long road, but if you couldn't change Miguel as you, perhaps you had to change him as Spider-Woman. Maybe, just maybe, Miguel will listen to you with the mask on. It was a slim chance, but you wanted to save him so bad.
"While I start collecting more spiders, I want you to find me more willing test subjects."
"B-But Miguel, y-you know...how I feel about going to the prisons." You whimpered, tugging against his sleeve. Miguel just chuckled, lifting your chin and leaned towards you,
"You can do it." He hummed and saw the tears about to spill from yours eyes, "I'll have Lyla accompany you. Does that help?"
"I guess," You whimpered once more. Miguel let out a heavy sigh as he had Lyla downloaded to your watch.
"Off you go. I want you to be back to file down each of my spiders."
"Yes, sir."
Shaking as you hurried out of Miguel's office, you tried to calm down. Miguel was being extra touchy today...and cruel. The only good thing about you leaving was that you could finally see the prisoners in a new light. As a hero, you needed to learn what villains think like...aside from Miguel.
"Are you ready to go, (Y/N)?" Lyla asked, appearing before you. You just smiled towards the AI,
"Yep! Let's go!"
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cocobirdi · 3 months
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𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 | CLAY
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info.  pre-trolls trilogy.
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"BroZone! BroZone! BroZone!"
You didn't even know why you were here, to be quite frank.
How, out of all the people your friend knew, did she decide you'd be the best pick to attend the silly concert with her? When, in your years of friendship, have you expressed even the slightest interest in BroZone? And why, out of all your options, did you agree to go?
You aren't a fan. You never were a fan; you could really care less about the band until she brought them up and then invited you to attend with her.
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"How do you not know BroZone? They are literally dominating the music industry as we breathe. There's merchandise and posters of them being sold everywhere—hello, even the grocery store sells merch! Way too expensive compared to other shops... and the material does not feel very great," she ranted, the energetic girl tapping at her cheek.
"But anyway, how do you not know them? Have you been living under a rock?"
Engrossed in the scrapbook under you, retelling the events of your day in the form of glitter and silly fuzzy drawings. You had barely paid any mind to her or her rambling, continuing to draw, cut, and paste away.
The truth is, you had actually heard of the band—hard not to when it's plastered everywhere—but due to your negligence in the conversation, you had been throwing mindless uh-huh's and uh-uh's without a second thought, giving misleading responses.
She called your name with a drawl, flicking your forehead.
"Ow," you mumbled, looking up at her with a pout at the attack. "What'd you do that for?"
This time your name was said in frustration, receiving a smack on your head instead, "I've been talking to you and you weren't listening. I am wasting precious vocals here that I could be instead saving for the concert!"
"What concert—ow!"
"BroZone." She deadpanned.
"Oh, I know BroZone." You looked back down at the scrapbook, glueing and pasting a little mini version of your friend. "Not a fan."
The biggest gasp ever came from the other girl, her hands dramatically coming up and covering her mouth in utter disbelief. With the way she was acting and the hurt on her face, anyone would've assumed that she'd been told someone was dead, and to her, you might as well be.
"Not a fan? How are you not a fan?"
Her eyes widened, and her hands came down to slam shut the book, keen on getting your undivided attention to focus on this very important issue.
"I don't know. Their music is kind of... bland. They're just like any other boyband out there."
"Bland? They are paving the way for music, unlike any band before." she grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together. "Do you know what the family harmony is?"
"Duh. What, have they been able to achieve it? Because if so, then maybe they are as good as you're telling me."
"Not... yet." she hissed. "But soon!"
"For sure."
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Finally managing to escape the clutches of your friend, who held on to you for dear life, claiming that the concert was just about to start—which is exactly why you wanted to flee—using the excuse of having to use the bathroom. The screaming would no doubt burst your eardrums and the little sanity you had left.
You mindlessly wandered the mainly empty halls, unsure of where exactly the bathroom was.
The only trolls you found were some security and a few that rushed past you in a hurry, presumably late, compared to everyone else, to the show.
You were tempted to ask where the bathrooms were, but the intimidation of the dull and scary workers overcame that.
You glanced at the exit, a little voice inside your voice irking you to leave, escape it all. Would your friend really miss your absence that much? They'd probably be too enamored and lost in the band to notice.
A step was taken, but not for the exit, with your eyes catching the familiar sign of the restroom. Your lips curled up slightly at the sanctuary, rushing towards it.
It was a family restroom, and it probably wasn't going to be occupied by any families anytime soon; you took advantage of it's vacancy.
Or at least, you assumed it was vacant.
Your hand reached for the handle, gripping, only for it to be pulled without any force, the door almost hitting you right in the face if it weren't for fast reflexes.
"Oh sh*t, I'm so sorry. I didn't think anyone would be out here right now." The other troll spoke fast and anxiously, a hand cupping his face, like he was trying to hide from you.
You were spooked a bit by the sudden scare, unaware of the occupancy, but your racing heart slowly calmed down to its regular beat, offering a smile to calm the other's nerves.
"It's okay, me neither."
A turquoise troll with a yellow puffer jacket and hair, white shorts, and wristbands appeared, getting a good look at him. He didn't just sound nervous; he also looked nervous.
He glanced from the floor to you, "I mean, uh."
His entire person changed in a second; an attempt to look more confident than he actually is was made, a smug smile on his lips as he snapped his fingers, winking, "Just wanted to get away real quick."
Licking your lips, you raised a brow in confusion at the change of attitude and nodded slowly.
"That's nice..."
How do you kindly tell him to get the fuck out of your way so you can get into the bathroom?
His face dropped somewhat at your lack of reaction. A mixture of confusion, relief, and intrigue crossed his features.
"You don't know me?" He blurted, "You're strangely calm."
"No. I'm sorry, have we met before?"
He smirked, shaking his head softly, his tense shoulders dropping as he sighed, "No."
He leaned against the restroom doorframe, eyeing you with interest. "Most trolls would be losing their minds right about now. I'm Clay, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Clay." You maintained a calm demeanor despite the strange encounter.
He paused, studying your face as if searching for something. "You're not here for the concert, are you? You seem a bit... out of place."
Your eyes shifted, avoiding a direct answer. "Let's just say I'm not the biggest BroZone fan."
His expression shifted, a playful look in his eyes. "Oh, not a fan of the greatest band in the world, are you?"
You chuckled and shook your head.
"I think that's an exaggeration."
Clay grinned, leaning in a bit closer. "They're not just a band; they're a family. They're all about family harmony. Once you get it, you'll understand."
He spoke as if he weren't part of the band himself, amusing both you and him.
Your eyebrow was raised in disbelief. "Family harmony? As in the unachievable? Sounds like a unique selling point."
He chuckled. "You'll see. Maybe you just need to experience it for yourself."
The crowd's cheering grew louder, catching both of you off-guard. His face dropped and he straightened up, putting distance between the two of you once more.
"That's my cue. See you later...?" He waved his hand, urging you for your name with a growing grin as he shimmied past you to the exit, allowing you entry into the bathroom.
"(Y/N)," you nodded. "And that's if I can even find you in that big ass crowd."
"Oh, you'll find me, alright."
And with a wink, he was gone, leaving you wanting for what he meant.
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Little did you know, you'd find out exactly what he meant the moment you made it back to your friend. She stood upset, scolding you for taking so long but also praising how you managed to make it back with perfect timing, the concert beginning the moment you arrived.
You groaned, smacking yourself in frustration.
As the concert echoed through the arena, you found yourself oddly drawn to the music, not because it was BroZone, but because there seemed to be a familiar dude on stage. The same one you had encountered in the bathroom just ten minutes ago.
Clay couldn't shake you from his mind.
Even with the crowd chanting his name, the band's name, their screeches deafening, he couldn't help but let his roaming eyes search for yours.
And then he found you.
You stared back up at him in disbelief, and your jaw dropped at seeing him on stage.
He was dancing and singing, and all the while, all his attention seemed to be on you and your reaction. He messed up the lyrics, a small laugh escaping, earning him an unnoticed glare from the leader of the group.
He winked again and smiled, the crowd going crazy for it, unbeknownst to its target.
At that moment, amidst the flashing lights and the cheers of the crowd, Clay fell in love. Not with the fame or the music, but with the unexpected connection he found with you.
He couldn't help but wonder how someone like you, who wasn't even a fan, could make him feel more alive than any crowd ever could.
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there you go. first oneshot :3. not sure how to feel lolll definitely an overused idea but i wasnt sure how to go about it and i may or not have gone through tumblr searching for an idea on how to make this work. might write a continuation in the far future once i manage to get through all the requests and get motivation again idk!!!
clay's definitely ooc and i know this is a kids movie so they should be silly but i like to think hes more mature off-stage. that is what he wanted/wants anyway right? explains the unsilliness. all the characters are probably gonna be ooc sjjsjdsh anyway yes :3 BAIIII.
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ORLANDO (FIRST KISS)
- charlie, your best friend, attempts to set you up with the crush he is convinced you have. (charlie dalton x gn!reader, includes some neil being a good friend, slight angst into fluff, happy au, no beta we die like real men)
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a/n - i love charlie so much oh my god 😭 hopefully there’s more to come with him! i’m planning a very long fic for him, hopefully similar in feeling to my neil fic “the last time” :) this is slightly inspired by the song “orlando” by leith ross so pls check them out!!
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It’s 1:32 AM on a Friday night (Saturday, technically, but that rarely seems to matter), and Charlie Dalton is refusing to let you sleep.
“You’ve got to tell me. I swear, cross my heart, I won’t tell a soul.” He begs.
Charlie has been your best friend for god knows how long. You met so long ago that you don’t even remember how or why; it just was. That’s exactly what your relationship is. There’s really no rhyme or reason, considering you would detest anyone else with his personality, but you’re friends anyways, and you love him with all your heart. Opposites attract, you suppose. You don’t know why. Most days, including today, he is extremely and desperately annoying.
You slump down onto his bed, covering your eyes with your hands. He’s gotten it into his mind that you have a crush, and he won’t rest until he finds out who it is. Lucky you.
“Charlie, it’s no one.” You groan, peeking past your fingers to stare at him with a cross expression. “Even if I did like someone, I wouldn’t tell you.”
The problem is, you do like someone, and he’s sitting right in front of you with messy hair and pajama pants.
Your feelings for him, just like your meeting, are so far buried in the past that you couldn’t dig them up with an excavator. One day, you suppose, you just started to fall in love with him. He’s annoying and rich and a total smart-ass, but you love him. In some soft, quiet ways, he is the kindest boy you’ve ever met.
He notices when you get cut off mid-conversation or when you’re just a little too uncomfortable to talk to the person in front of you. He knows you like the back of his hand and puts his knowledge to use without ever having to ask, like how he always gets you exactly what you want on your birthday. He’s smart and energized and a breath of fresh air, no matter how stale the room is. And, of course, though you would rarely tell him, he is dashingly handsome.
He sits up straighter and begins listing every boy you’ve ever come in contact with. “Meeks? You always did like his type. Ooh, or Pitts? He’s a pitiful lady-killer. Todd is another good choice. Knox has got his thing with Chris, so you probably wouldn’t like him unless you’re into getting your heart broken.” He stops his ranting to take a breath, then continues on. “You cannot like Cameron because if you do, I won’t ever talk to you again. It isn’t Cameron, right?”
You scoff. “I don’t have a crush. Stop trying to guess a person that doesn’t exist.”
“Neil?” He questions. You hesitate just a bit before waving away his suggestion. Neil is a very good friend of both yours and his, and truthfully, he would definitely be the best boyfriend out of all of them. Despite that, you do not love him like you love Charlie. Not even close.
He catches on to your hesitation with scary accuracy. The tilt of your head, the twitch of your hand, the way the corners of your mouth almost curved up into a smile. Charlie feels his heart drop. “Oh my god, it’s Neil. Of course it’s Neil, it’s always Neil! You like Neil.” Neil is, unbeknownst to him, a complete catch. It makes sense that you would like him. After all, he’s kind, outgoing, and a whole lot nicer than Charlie is. That doesn’t make it hurt any less.
Like you, Charlie doesn’t exactly know when you came into his life. Maybe a stuffy dinner party or a prep event- all that matters to him is that you’re here now, and he loves you. He does, however, know when he started loving you.
It was seventh grade at a school dance, and you had decided to go with a boy he barely knew. When the boy asked you out with a pocketed rose and a shy smile, Charlie felt his blood boiling. How dare he, he thought, take you away from him? You’re his best friend. He would have bought you an entire flower shop had you said the word.
Seeing you waltz with him in your pretty outfit, as awkward and stiff as you both were, was too much for him to bear. Charlie left early, prompting you to follow him. The scene that resulted was one you both tried heavily to erase.
“Charlie, what’s wrong?” You panted, hurrying after him as fast as your pinchy shoes would allow. “Charlie. Charlie! Talk to me.”
“It’s nothing. Just go away.” He sniffled. You turned the corner to see him sitting on a curb, tears tracking down his face. If you knew one thing about Charlie Dalton, it was that he hated crying. You sat down next to him, but he turned to face the trees to his left.
“What happened?” You asked gently. How he despised your gentle care.
“I hate you. Go away.” His voice broke in the middle of his sentence. “I never want to see you again.”
Something in you snapped in that moment, something angry and sad all at once. He was hurting, and you loathed it, but Charlie always got what he wanted in the end.
You stood up and left, muttering a “sorry” over your shoulder.
He tried to avoid you for a while after that, but as with all fated things, he couldn’t stay away for long. He went back to you without a hint of apology, and you took him. Begrudgingly, you just couldn’t be without your best friend for very long.
He knew he loved you then, and that fact hasn’t changed in the present.
“I don’t like Neil.” You insist. “Trust me.”
Charlie stands to pace around his room, talking with his hands as per usual. “Y’know, you always seem smiley around him. I should’ve seen it coming, really. The way you talk to him can’t be platonic.” You sigh from the bed, and Charlie flops down beside you. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin. It’s pleasant, like a ray of sun on a cold day. You instinctively move closer to him as he opens his mouth. “I could probably get you a date with him. Not that you couldn’t do it yourself, but,” he pauses, a hint of hurt humor in his eyes, “I could be your wingman.”
He doesn’t want to be. He really doesn’t want to be, but what can he do? He would rather see you happy with Neil than miserable with no one. Despite how much he hates it, he’s gotten over most of his prepubescent jealousy. He knows deep down in the very achingly sad part of him that you don’t love him. At least, not the way he loves you.
You’re facing him, your nose inches away from his chest as your heart pounds in yours. He really wants you to get with Neil. Well, if that’s how he feels, you don’t feel the need to reject the offer. Maybe this is just the thing you need. What’s the point in pining after him when he’s actively trying to set you up with his second best friend?
“Yeah. That… I would like that.” Charlie’s heart crumbles in his chest.
“Then I’ll get right on it.” He grins. Behind the smile, sadness is swimming in his eyes, but you don’t bother to look at them.
It’s winter break, one of Charlie’s favorite times of the year, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this sad before.
By the time the next weekend rolled around, you had almost forgotten about Charlie’s proposed setup. But, on this Saturday when you’re cozy in your room, Neil comes knocking at your door.
You open the door, slightly surprised. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers with a small grin on his face. They’re your favorite flowers.
“Hi.” He says. His voice is breathless.
You raise your eyebrows, but for some reason, you can’t help but smile. Neil is standing in your doorway, and you feel like you know what he’s going to ask. “Hey.”
“Do you want to go on a date with me?” He implores, holding the bouquet out for you to take. “It doesn’t have to be right now, but… I’m ready if you are.” He’s dressed in a crisp suit, and if you’re being honest, you’d hate to make him go home without putting it to use.
You laugh lightly, the feeling bubbling out of your stomach. “Yeah, I’d love that. Just let me get ready and I’ll be out in ten minutes.”
Two days prior to Saturday, Charlie proposed a dead poets town trip. They were milling around, bouncing from shop to shop before Charlie clasped Neil on the shoulder.
“What do you think about Y/N?”
Neil turned, confused. “What do you mean?”
There was a smirk on Charlie’s face, but he hesitated like he didn’t actually want to say the words he was about to say. “I mean, I think you two would be a pretty cute couple.”
Neil let out a huff of air, almost in disbelief. “You’ve been in love with them since seventh grade, Nuwanda. Don’t try to act like you aren’t.”
Charlie gasped exaggeratedly and put a hand over his heart. “How dare you suggest that! I just want the best for my dearest friends.” The others laughed. Every single one of them knew that Charlie harbored deep feelings for you- and every single one of them knew he would never admit it. “Look, just one date. Ask them out on Saturday. They really like you, and I know they’re free, so they can’t pull any excuses.”
“I just don’t know.” Neil admitted. “They’re great and all, but I’d feel bad if I stole away your crush of four years.”
“You won’t be stealing anything, my boy. Just think about it.” Charlie knew he was lying, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he also knew that somehow, he was making the right decision.
Like all of your romantic endeavors, your date with Neil is slightly awkward. He’s your friend, sure, but you’ve never really thought about him like this before. You never even considered dating him. It’s always been Charlie. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time to broaden your horizons.
After the initial tension, you would like to believe it went well. Neil walks you out of the restaurant, holding your arm. He’s smiling, and you feel your own expression falter. You like him, you really do, but some part of you knows that he will never be Charlie.
He leans closer to you, almost close enough to touch. Your heart pounds in your chest as he whispers something into your ear. “Don’t look, but Charlie’s watching. Pretend I’m kissing you.”
You’re taken aback as your eyes try to search for his brown hair, but after a second, you comply. You shut your eyes and thread your fingers through Neil’s. To anyone else, especially anyone inside of the restaurant, it looks like you’re smashing tongues with him.
Neil walks you home as the day fades into night, and as much as you ask, your questions are left unanswered with a sly wink.
“I can’t believe you would do that.” Charlie rages. “It was meant to be a date, not a date and a tongue fuck! That was their first kiss, Neil, and you’ve stripped them of it!” He doesn’t know why he’s so outrageously enraged. It was a quick kiss from the boy you’ve been crushing on. He should be overjoyed for you.
“It wasn’t like that, Charlie. Just ask them.” Neil is surprisingly calm, considering his friend is screaming at him. “Ask them. Go on.” He pushes Charlie’s shoulder. “I walked them home.”
Charlie grumbles, his gut twisted into shaking, angry knots. “I will. If they tell me you did anything weird, though, you’re dead.” Neil shakes his head.
“I think you’d kill me even if I didn’t kiss them.”
For the second time, you hear a knock at your door. This one is loud and frenzied, but through the haze, you can tell who it is. Who else would knock so harshly at 11:23 at night? It’s a good four hours after your date, so it definitely can’t be Neil.
You open the door, clad in pajamas and a frown. “Seriously, Charlie? You’re gonna wake the whole neighborhood.”
“Did he kiss you?” Ah, straight to the point. He’s never one to beat around the bush.
“What’s it to you?” You defend. “You didn’t care about that possibility when you wanted me to date him.” You cross your arms. Why the hell is he so upset? You don’t understand anything about this. His motives, his feelings, right now, they’re more confusing than he’s ever been. Well, save for one night. Oddly, this reminds you of that dance a few years back. You don’t want that to happen again, so whatever’s going on has to stop.
He opens his mouth and then closes it like he’s actually considering what he wants to say for the first time in his life. “I just…” A defeated expression tugs his face down. Your heart plummets. You rarely ever see him crestfallen. The last time was four years ago, and you had hoped you would never see him like that again.
He turns to walk away. He can’t do it, he just can’t. He’s walking so fast the pavement under his feet is a blur, and you chase after him.
“Charlie, what are you-“ He turns, seeing the confusion on your face.
When he looks at you, all Charlie can see is love. He loves your voice, the curve of your lips, the way you do anything and everything. In that moment, when he sees you with tired eyes, his inhibitions flee like rabbits from a wolf. Maybe, just maybe, he can.
Before you can ask, yet after you see the fire in his eyes, he grabs your arm and cuts you off.
“Can I kiss you?”
You’re taken aback for a moment, lips parted, not speaking a word. His hair is messy and the tear tracks on his cheeks glisten in the street lights. It’s like everything you’ve ever wanted has sprung to life before your eyes. “Yes, but-“
He presses his lips to yours, effectively cutting off any further communication once again. His grip on you softens as his hands reach up to cup your face. Your eyes flutter shut, and a million different things race through your mind. All you can consciously think is that you never want it to end.
When he pulls away, breathless, something new is shining in his eyes. “I hope that wasn’t bad for a second kiss.” He smiles. He’s still worried, more so than he’s ever been, but that was the most amazing thing he thinks he’s ever done.
“Second? Charlie, that was my first.”
He pauses. “So Neil didn’t kiss you?”
You laugh, and upon seeing his even more excited face, you laugh so hard you double over. He joins, and your giggles are probably too loud for how late it is. “No! God no, he told me to pretend because you were watching.” Your voice comes out humorous and strained, with so much joy behind the tone that Charlie can feel himself starting to laugh again. “Were- Were you in the restaurant for our whole date?”
“Yeah.” He chokes out. “I couldn’t just let the love of my life date some other guy without my knowledge, right?”
“Oh, totally. Maybe you should ask me out next time, then, to completely avoid this whole scenario.” He pulls you in, laughing against your shoulder.
“Sure. Yeah, I think I will. Next time, I’ll make sure of it.”
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xiaq · 2 months
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Hi, I have a bit of a personal question, so if you don’t want to answer this, I completely understand!! no hard feelings at all! long story short, I’m demisexual, and I just entered my first real relationship. My girlfriend lights me up inside in a way I’ve never experienced before, but being demi I have no sexual or romantic experience and I’m a little stressed about First Times. Do you have any tips on how to relax? Or at least how to be comfortable with that unfamiliar territory? Your little tidbits about your relationship with B really opened my eyes to my own situation, so I thought I’d maybe see if you had any tips for me. Thanks in advance!!
First: Congratulations! That's super exciting!
Second:
Talk 👏 to 👏 her👏 (!!!)
My partner and I talked A LOT before even the slightest hanky-ing of panky-ing occurred. (In fact, our first conversation about it consisted of me telling him I likely would not enjoy sex and wasn't willing to submit myself to things I did not enjoy anymore and him being like, "ok, no sex, then." Which gave me the time and inclination to feel things out further.) So, when I got to a place where I was like, "ok, conceptually, I do actually like the idea of physical intimacy with you, I'm just not sure I'll enjoy it in practice," we kept talking! I told him things I thought he should know about the past experiences I'd had that might color things we did. I told him about how anxious I was because this mattered in a way that was new and scary (because I was in real actual love and, as you might imagine, not handling it well). I let him ask questions and we made a plan to try things slowly in a low-stress, no-expectations kind of way. It was super valuable A. in making me feel like we were approaching an unfamiliar territory together rather than me entering it by myself and B. it apparently eased a lot of my partner's concern that he'd do something to hurt or scare me when he knew what was off-limits, what was ok, and what we'd need to figure out.
I'll be real with you. Our "first time" sucked. I was a nervous wreck. He called things only shortly after they'd started and was like, nope, time to cuddle and watch a movie instead. And the fact that we'd talked about this probably happening, and him confirming the initial promises he'd made that he wouldn't push me, and he wouldn't get mad if nothing sexual actually happened--that made me a lot less nervous during the next attempt. And each time was an improvement until things were, you know, better than I ever could have imagined. Fireworks. Rainbows. The whole 9 yards. It just took a lot of talking to get there.
Also, people seem to think that talking about sex-- test results, dislikes, preferences––is somehow not sexy. But I found it to be the opposite. 1. I love planning things. So knowing what "the plan" is ahead of time is very nice. 2. Talking about an action before trying it out can be... titillating. Let's say.
Anyway. Communicate! If she's as awesome as she sounds, she'll be honored and pleased to tackle the situation with you rather than being a part of the thing that's giving you anxiety.
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punkeccentricenigma · 7 months
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Rise!Boys accidentally confess their love to Reader.
Relationship status: Romantic
Reader prounouns: They/Them
TW: Slight angst for Raph's part, Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.
Author's note: Just enjoy lol.
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Leonardo
◇ Ever since Leo realized his feelings, his casual demeanor towards [Y.N] had turned into almost aggressively flirting.
◇ Despite not wanting to rush into confessing his feelings, he was practically a simp for that person..
◇ But he also teased them often, of course, not on a seriously offensive level. Just light pokes and prods.
◇ I'm sure he bragged to anyone about his not-yet relationship with [Y.N].
"Oh, and I recently won a unicorn plushie for them, and they were really delighted! WE'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER!"
"Pepino, get the hell out of here."
◇ Just as Donatello had enough of his (non-)twin, he now wanted to dig a hole to hell and throw him in there to finally get some rest.
◇ Anyway, the accidental confession happened one night when neither he nor [Y.N] could sleep.
◇ They were sending each other various memes through Discord in bulk. This boosted his confidence even more, leading to him typing 'I love you.'
◇ Of course, he hadn't sent it yet; his mind was suddenly filled with not-so-good thoughts. What if they don't feel the same? What if they laugh at him?? Or something worse?!
◇ Despite his persona, the boy was full of insecurities, from his looks to his personality, but with them... he felt good about himself.
◇ But would such a confession be too simple? The boy decided to wait at least one day before confessing his love.
◇ But fate said 'nuh-uh,' and his phone fell on Leo's face, causing panic. Due to his carelessness, he held the device wrong, resulting in the accidental sending of the ill-fated message.
"No, no, no, NO!" His voice trembled as he tried to delete the message immediately. Unfortunately, the app froze to his disadvantage. "Damn it!"
◇ When he managed to reopen the app, there was a new message.
◇ "... You are not joking, right?"
◇ This night would last even longer than a turtle had anticipated.
Raphael
◇ I think it happened during the attack on their home by Shredder. Absolute chaos, a storm of emotions, the perfect situation for an imperfect love confession.
◇ "Raph, have you lost your mind?!" [Y.N] began, full of outrage. "Why didn't you let me stay? Splinter and Draxum need help!"
The turtle furrowed his brow bones, looking down at the shorter person with regret. "It was the only way, I'm sure they'll handle it."
"And what if they don't? What if they needed our help right now?"
◇ No matter how advanced [Y.N]'s combat skills were, Raphael was even more opposed to the idea.
◇ "Nothing will happen to them!" Raphael raised his voice, as if trying to convince not only the teenager but himself. "And stop arguing with me; I'm the leader here, and I make the decisions!"
"Damn it, I don't understand you! I could handle it, and you would have more time to plan; I'm not needed here!!"
◇ Just a reminder, everyone present was watching this argument.
◇ "Yes, you are!"
"No, I'm not!"
"You are! I don't want to lose you like Gram Gram; I love you too much!" His angry red face suddenly turned shocked. Oh, oh. Did he really just say that??
◇ His dark eyes met the teenage counterpart's. Their whole face was red, and their determination to sacrifice themself slowly faded from their eyes.
"... Fine," [Y.N] muttered and sat down in the seat next to Michelangelo.
◇ When all this chaos is over, they'll have to talk, this time more calmly.
Donatello
◇ Donnie has a need to be as organized as possible, so before suggesting anything, he has to plan everything out and make sure that any confession of feelings will go perfectly.
◇ Of course, he had a large folder with potential scenarios that could happen before and after the confession. It had a bit of a vibe from his previous reincarnation, but much less scary and obsessive - he simply felt strong discomfort without preparation.
◇ Leo likes to tease him about it, by the way.
◇ Anyway, there was one situation the boy didn't anticipate. One night, he had been working on another invention all night, aimed at stealing another battery from the Purple Dragons, and in the morning, he fell asleep at his desk, or rather, he was half-unconscious.
◇ "Dee, come to bed." Raphael's voice echoed through the lab, gently shaking the sleepy Soft-shell's naked shoulder. In response, he got some sluggish syllables and a hiss. "You can't sit here like this; it's not healthy." "And sitting here all night is unhealthy enough," he added quietly.
"Get lost..." That's all the turtle understood. Raph rolled his eyes and moved away from his brother a bit.
"I'm not going to struggle; I'm sleep-deprived myself," the red-loving enthusiast said, picking up his phone.
◇ And so [Y.N] appeared in the lair, as the ultimate weapon.
◇ "Donnie! Get up! Lie down in bed!" The teenager themself was not well-rested, considering the early hour, but they tried not to sound irritated. Donnie mumbled something again and straightened up in his chair.
"Raphaello, leave me alone," Donnie started, putting his hands on the keyboard. Apparently, he had no intention of opening his eyes. "I still need to make a few changes to the code..."
"Wait, do you think I'm Raph??" [Y.N] asked in surprise, pointing at themself. Did their voice really sound so manly and deep?? Since when??
"And you're talking in the third person again; I've told you that it's no longer fashionable." Donnie tried not to hit his head against the desk even a little, wanting to at least be somewhat awake. The human wanted to say something, correct him, but gave up with a certain idea in their mind.
◇ they had noticed strange aspects of their friend's behavior lately. He was more open to their, often grabbing their hand or hugging their despite his usual aversion to it, he made various devices for their that made quite an impression on their... there had to be something to it!
◇ "Hey, buddy," the human leaned lazily against the desk, trying their best to mimic the speech style of the oldest of the brothers. "Do you, you know, have something going on with our best, most wonderful human friend??"
"You mean April?" Ouch, that hurt, even though [Y.N] felt the same way. "She's our almost-sister, Raph, yuck."
◇ "Oh, no! [Y.N], I meant [Y.N]!" The teenager corrected themself, slightly annoyed. It was weird.
"What about them? I already told you." No! Not like that!
"Ahahah, you know I have a bad memory when I'm not stressed!"
"Mh..." Pause. Did they say something wrong? Donatello is overly smart; he should figure out what's wrong! How will they explain this? "Everything's fine; my plan will be initiated in half a year at the latest." Plan? What plan??
"Plan...?"
"Rendezvous plan, duh," Donnie replied, resting his head on his hand. "I know you advised against it, but I can't do it differently. I need everything to be tip-top before I confess my feelings to them."
◇ "..."
◇ "..."
◇ "Raph...?"
◇ [Y.N] remained silent, trying to control their sudden heartbeat and their face turning as red as a strawberry.
Michelangelo
◇ Playing the role of Dr. Delicate Touch, the boy knew perfectly well what he felt and wanted to confess his love, but the natural fear of rejection also got to him.
◇ He wanted to think this all through. He wanted to do it as smoothly and charmingly as possible, but not in a way that made it seem like he didn't care. He didn't want to throw such important words to the wind!
◇ His artist's soul played a significant role here. Every time he felt great, he had to sketch something related to love.
◇ Just woke up from a fantastic dream? He had to quickly grab his sketchbook and sketch [Y.N] in a floral wreath.
◇ He was on patrol and saw their favorite cafe? He started sketching the teenager drinking coffee in the nearby sand with his finger, taking a picture of it as a keepsake.
◇ Spending quality time with [Y.N]? He convinced them to start painting each other with his favorite markers, and under the pretext of light fun, he drew orange hearts on their cheeks.
◇ It was all fun until there was an 'accident' during one of the previously mentioned activities.
◇ So, Mikey and [Y.N] were in his new room after Shredder's attack, and he needed help with some unique decoration.
◇ "Wait, isn't that a neon banner from the nearby store??" The teenager asked, pointing at the mentioned thing, peeking out from behind the boy.
"I neither confirm nor deny it!" Mikey laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "You have to admit it fits perfectly."
"Mhm, but I doubt you'll fall asleep with this," [Y.N] said skeptically, picking up one of the cardboard boxes that contained a surplus of notebook-like items. "Where does this go?"
"Oh! Just put it next to the cabinet; I'll put them in the drawers in a sec."
The human nodded, and as they took a few more steps, they tripped over the cables lying on the floor. they fell to the ground with a squeak, dropping the box less than half a meter in front of them.
"Are you okay??" The orange-loving enthusiast quickly ran to his friend, helping them get up as they groaned in pain.
"Yeah, I think so..." Their voice trailed off, surprising Mikey, who followed their gaze.
◇ His pupils immediately narrowed upon seeing an open sketchbook with many drawings and sketches of [Y.N], with a predominant theme of love.
"Mikey...?"
"IT'S NOTHING!" The teenager shouted, hastily picking up the sketchbook from the floor and pressing it against his plastron.
◇ Their faces both turned equally red with excessive thinking.
◇ Oops.
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brooooswriting · 8 months
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BOOM BROKO
IM BACK WITH ANOTHER IDEA FOR U
So I'm thinking Sam x Reader who is selectively mute <and a lil scared of her>(don't attack me people I just like the trope)
Yes , anyway at first she thought R was Suspicious, abut then she found out That R was Selectively mute when she pulled out a Pad to write an answer.
But then R talked to Sam 😯 and She was very happy ya know FLOOF because we need it
(if you don't feel comfortable doing this, then don't :) Lu <3 )
Might be quiet
Sam Carpenter x reader
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Sam was suspicious of everyone, it was nothing new. So nobody was surprised when she was also suspicious of you, somebody new to the group. Especially because you were two years older than Tara, who had brought you into the group after meeting you at college. Something about that was already off for her, why would you hand out with people two years younger than you? And by the amount of times you and T hung out it seemed like you were only hanging out with her.
But what really made her suspicious was the fact that you never talked. Well, to be honest, Sam wasn’t one to strike up a convo either but ever since Tara brought you home three weeks ago she hasn’t heard you say a damn word, it was weird and nobody could convince her otherwise. Not saying anything would make it even harder for them to figure it out if you were ghostface.
“Tara, there’s something wrong with her. She’s totally 100% suspicious” Sam said as you left, hugging Tara but again, no words were spoken. Not even a goodbye, which wasn’t just suspicious to Sam but also rude.
“She’s not Sam. Just leave her alone about it please. She’s not suspicious or weird, she has her reasons” the younger carpenter disappeared before Sam could ask any questions. She knew about your selective muteness from the beginning, it was her first day and she didn’t know where to go so she asked you. When you pulled out pen and paper she thought you were mute but after meeting her a couple of times you could explain your condition to her.
After being at Tara’s for the first time you refused to go there again as Sam scared the living shit out of you. It was like that for rather long, even if seen in public she’d just stare you down which scared you even more. But after seeing her interact with her younger sister a couple of times, you realized that she was only overprotective of her. It made her a bit less scary. So you came to the apartment again, more often than you would have thought.
One day, Tara invited you over. But due to a terrible miscalculation of everything on Tara’s side you arrived before her, meaning that Sam opened the door for her. You gave her an awkward wave. “Y/n, hi. Tara said she’d be here soon” Sam said stepping to the side, slightly rolling her eyes when you didn’t talk. You stood even more awkwardly in the room, unsure of where to go until Sam pointed to the dinner table. When you said down without saying anything Sam finally snapped.
“Jeez, do you ever say anything? Do you know how weird it is to never say Anything?! And also quiet rude, I mean like, say hello and bye. My goodness” Sam nearly screamed making you cower and give her a sad smile which made her roll her eyes, this time very obvious. “How did Tara even meet you?!” She continued starring into your soul.
You looked away awkwardly, your eyes landing on your backpack. You held up a finger, signaling her to wait while you fished some things out of your bag. Sam looked at the paper and the pen curiously as you started to write in neat handwriting.
‘We met on campus, she didn’t know where to go so she asked me. Had to write down the directions’
Sam looked at you and then at the paper, trying to piece together the puzzle. “So you had to write down the way?” She asked and you nodded.
“You didn’t talk to her?” She continued, you shook your head this time.
“But you do talk to her now when you’re alone?” She mumbled unsure, but your nod reassured her.
“You’re not always mute right?” You nodded again giving her a small smile.
“But sometimes you are?” The older sister seemed to be happy that she finally figured it out, giving you a rather big smile which made you smile too.
There was a moment of silence which was broken by Tara entering the apartment. “Y/n” she called out, causing you to jump up and hug her, happy to be with someone who gave you comfort. “You good?” She asked and you nodded, smiling slightly as it reminded you of your interaction with Sam who was now gone.
When you noticed that you finally mustered up the courage to speak. “How was your day?” You asked as Tara pulled you into her room, but your thoughts they were only on the older carpenter.
The next time you saw Sam was on campus, she was picking Tara up who stayed at your dorm for the day to study with you. You offered that she could sleep here but her sister didn’t allow it, to scared of something happening to her so she picked her up herself. The brunette was 20 minutes earlier than she was supposed to be, you didn’t think that it was gonna be her at the door but Anika. She was around you constantly, another person you could talk to but who often would talk most of the time so you didn’t have to. She was comforting and knew everything about you.
You opened the door with freshly washed hair and in joggers and a sports bra, while Tara went to have a shower as it was a hot day. The way you looked in a simple fit like that was the only thing you could focus on. “Hey, sorry I’m earlier than I thought I’d be” she said as she finally stopped staring at you, your face beet red.
A small smile signaled her that it was fine before you opened the door further and stretched your arm to the side inviting her in. Out of politeness and maybe a bit of curiosity she came inside, looking at the posters and the pictures you had in your room and then looking forwards the bathroom where she heard your shower running.
‘Tara’s showering. How are you? How was your day?” You wrote on a small whiteboard, showing it to her with a smile. There was something about that smile that made Sam all giddy, so she sat on the end of you bed and started talking to you, explaining how shitty her boss is and how she can’t wait for him to retire before asking about your day.
‘Your sister is amazing but if she forces me to watch babadook again I’m gonna need a new friend. We are watching that damn movie after every study session’ Sam grinned at you as you huffed pointing to your open laptop, the credits of the movie on hold.
“She makes me watch that too. I gave up on trying to fight it, I’m pretty sure I can memorize it by now” she told you just as Tara came out of the bathroom in one of your shirts. She felt Ill at ease knowing that her sister got to wear your cloths.
“What are you already doing here?” Tara asked as she dried her hair with a towel, Sam only shaking her head at the rude tone.
“I’m happy to see you too, no. Really no problem, I love picking you up after work” Sam said, her voice filled with sarcasm Making you chuckle a bit. Her head turned to you, that was the first sound she had heard from you except maybe a sigh or a grunt. It was one of the best sounds she had ever heard.
It went on like that for a while, Sam would talk to you, you’d write on something. You’d have normal conversation, sometimes even a bit deeper ones but she never got to the point where you talked to her. She believed that she noticed times where you tried but couldn’t. Honestly, ever since she knew why you weren’t speaking she found it cute. Sure, it was sad too, but the shyness was kinda cute to her.
“Hey y/n” Sam said as she let you into the apartment, Tara was again to late. Or rather, you were too early but you wanted some alone time with Sam. You waved at her and stepped into the room, nodding your head toward the couch. By now Sam had gotten a hang of understanding you even without words so she sat down on the couch, close enough for your legs to touch.
It was a habit you to created, instead of talking you guys would have physical contact. Your legs were touching or your shoulders brushing, sometimes her hand would rest half on top of yours or on your knee. There was this weird connection between you two lately but Sam decided to wait to make a move until you could talk to her. It just felt right to her. Her arms was stretched behind you on the couch.
You took a deep breath before opening your mouth. “W-we should go on a date” you mumbled out barely loud enough for Sam to understand but she did, a smile forming on her face. But now it was her time to be unable to speak, a nod being the first thing coming from her before she finally caught herself again.
“Yeah we should. Oh my god, you talked to me” she had the biggest smile on her face as she turned to look at you. Your cheeks coated in a slight pink. Your voice was the loveliest thing she had ever heard.
“Is it okay if I hug you?” You nodded out of Habit before taking a deep breath again.
“Yes, please” you said. This time your voice was louder. She pulled you into her arms, hugging you tight while pressing a kiss to the side of your face. She still couldn’t believe you had talked.
“I’m so happy” she grinned out as she pulled away, the smiles on your face matching as you looked at each other. This time her arms wrapped around your shoulder pulling you a bit closer, you happily leaning against her.
At least until Tara came causing you to pull away from Sam and sit at your normal distance. She looked at you confused while her sister walked over to the two of you. “Hey guys” she said as she sat down on the arm chair. Sam greeted her back while you nodded at her, confusing Sam. “Wanna watch a movie?” The younger carpenter continued, both of you nodding.
After the movie you decided to go back to your dorm, waving goodbye to Sam after giving Tara a hug. You walked down the stairs in thoughts only to be interrupted by someone running down the stair, it was Sam with a trash bag in hand.
“I needed an excuse to follow you” she started as she followed your gaze to the trash in her hand. “Did you change your mind about this? Because everything changed as soon as T came in” she asked staring at the ground, scared that you did in fact change your mind.
Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, panic started to take over as your hands shook a bit and your eyes avoided sams. You heard the trash bag fell before you saw Sam take a step closer and engulfing you in a careful hug. “Shhh, take your time. It’s okay either way, if it was just a panic reaction it’s okay. Now take your time, or I can give you my phone and you can type it out” she held you so loose that you always had the opportunity to pull away but at the same time strong enough to give you comfort. Your arms wrapped around her neck, your face against her chest.
After a short bit you finally gathered the courage to talk again. “I didn’t change my mind, I just panicked when I heard T. I’m sorry but I promise you I want this” you told her leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek.
“It’s okay, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel pressured to go out with me” she smiled at your form in her arms before continuing. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” You nodded, not wanting to waste any time by speaking. She grinned and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips, you were chasing hers as she pulled away.
“You know, I practiced asking you out a lot with Anika” you told her before leaning up to kiss her again. Her eyes stayed close as you pulled away as she wanted to bask in the feeling a little longer, but when she opened her eyes you were already out of the front door.
God, she couldn’t wait to hear your voice again.
What are we thinking about part two? Or maybe a series out of this?
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Hi! Could You write a Jamie x Kent!reader? Like roy finds out when phoebe recognizes Jamie in a cute way,and he loses his mind on reader and Jamie,but phoebe saves the day? Thanks and best wishes✨
Got it! Here ya go! Thank you for requesting 💙
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take your time while you’re mine
Roy is your brother. Molly is your sister. Phoebe is your niece. You’re a Kent, and (in your opinion) you’re the worst one. Roy’s all about football and coaching and being grumpy, Molly is a badass doctor/mom, and Phoebe is, well, Phoebe. She’s way cooler than any of you, and she’s only eight. 
You feel like you’ve been clawing and scratching your way to the top ever since you were younger, trailing after Roy and Molly.
You forged your own path, acquiring university degrees like it was your job. You let work consume you, traversing the world in a journey of self-discovery until Molly called you one day, with the news that Phoebe’s dad was gone for good. She didn’t ask, but you answered anyway. You dropped everything and flew back to London.
You’ve been around ever since, changing diapers, taking Phoebe to school, going to Roy’s football matches. You’d settled into your own skin a little more, and although it wasn’t a path you chose, it was a path you loved.
Your favorite was hanging around after matches, waiting for Roy to drive you home. You got to talk to his teammates and joke around with them about Roy’s gruff demeanor. There was only one you didn’t like. Jamie Tartt.
You’d have to agree with Roy’s assessment of this one, although Molly banned all talk of Jamie in the house. All it would take is for one of you to start and then you and Roy would just go at it, about how he was a little prick and far too self-righteous and how his stupid, awful hair was nothing compared to his stupid, awful face.
You were glad when he was kicked off the team.
You were upset when he came back.
But, he started hanging around.
His hair was less stupid and his face was less prick-ish, especially when he was cracking dumb jokes to make you laugh.
He’d talk to you while you waited for Roy, then slip away as soon as he appeared.
Jamie-talk was less banned around the house now, but you still didn’t engage. Roy didn’t notice but Molly did, because she cornered you on one of her rare days off to ask you about it.
“You like Jamie,” she states, as you were elbow-deep in dishes.
You look at her, alarmed. “What? No, I don’t. He’s a prick.”
Molly raises an eyebrow (a family trait Phoebe has not yet mastered). “Then why don’t you talk about him?”
You shrug as best you can without flinging soap. “Like I said, he’s a prick. And you were the one who said we couldn’t talk about him.”
Molly returns your shrug. “That was because you both were feeding off each other’s nasty energy. Didn’t want it around Phoebe. But Roy obviously doesn’t hate him anymore, and you’re clearly head-over-heels for him.”
The plate you’re scrubbing slips from your grasp, splashing both you and Molly.
“What makes you say that?” you ask, as casually as possible.
Molly laughs. “Not sure if you’ve forgotten, but I am your older sister. I know more about you than you know about yourself.”
“Fine,” you say, dropping a fork back into the water. “He asked me out two days ago and I said yes because I do like him, but I don’t want Roy finding out, so you’d better not tell him!”
Molly grins. “Fuckin’ knew it. My lips are sealed.” 
You’re successfully sneaking around Roy for one month, when the shoe drops. You and Jamie had been taking Phoebe out about once a week when you were positive Roy was either out of town or “getting his old-man rest,” as you like to call it. Seriously, that man could sleep an entire weekend away. 
This time, he and Molly have something at Phoebe’s school. She insisted he come because, quote, “I’m not braving those crazy mums by myself, and you’re scary enough to keep them away.”
Roy says yes, obviously, because he’d do anything for Molly. You would too, which is why you, Phoebe, and Jamie are strolling around Richmond, and why she and Jamie are trying to convince you of their need for ice cream sandwiches. 
“Pheebs, we literally just had ice cream cones. Why do you need an ice cream sandwich?”
“Because it’s lunch time.” The duh in her voice is heavily implied. 
“And, babe, you have sandwiches at lunch,” Jamie adds. 
“It’s a totally different food group,” Phoebe agrees. 
You roll your eyes. “Babes, Moll will absolutely kill me if I let you. No way.”
You’re saved from their rebuttal by a voice saying, “What the fuck is Tartt doing here?”
The three of you jump, startled, and you and Jamie unclasp hands. You turn to see a frowning Roy. 
“Roy!” you say, unconvincing smile on your face, “I thought you were at Phoebe’s school. Where’s Molls?”
Roy’s glare never leaves Jamie’s face. “We left early. Now answer the fucking question.”
 You can see Phoebe starting her mental tab of Roy’s swear words. Of all the times not to have her notebook handy. 
She knows neither you nor Jamie are going to be able to come up with a coherent response so she says, “Uncle Jamie picked us up to get ice cream.”
This registers with Roy, possibly a little too well, because he steps closer to Jamie and growls, “Hang on. Why the fuck does she call you ‘Uncle Jamie?’”
Jamie shrugs, grateful for any moment he’s still breathing. “Dunno. For me lovable personality?”
“No,” says Phoebe, “it’s because you’re dating my aunt so that makes you my uncle!”
Roy turns on Jamie. “You’re fucking what?”
Jamie holds up his hands. “In my defense, I wanted to tell ya. She thought you’d be mad.” He points at you.
“Was I wrong?” you ask, arms crossed, “Or is this another thing you’re going to be overprotective about?”
You can see Roy’s self-control working overtime as he tries to figure out a response that is going to a) not make you mad b) irritate Jamie and c) be appropriate for Phoebe’s ears. He finally settles on a strained, “Great,” and you smile.
“I love Uncle Jamie,” Phoebe says, fully aware of everything Roy is thinking. “He buys me ice cream and makes us laugh.”
Roy gives you a look that says, we’re fucking talking about this later and you pretend not to see it. You feel for Jamie. You have a feeling that 4am practices are about to get a lot more hellish. 
At least you won’t be alone for Roy’s interrogation. You know he’s going to lose his fucking mind when he hears Molly knew this whole time. 
You don’t worry about it yet, though. Right now you just listen to Jamie and Phoebe swear to Roy they haven’t had the chance to get their ice creams yet, and maybe he should take them because it’s getting close to lunch time and they’re quite hungry?
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The Demon Brothers React to Watching a Horror Movie with You
CW: discussion of gore (Satan)
I didn’t include the dateables in this one but if people want that, y’know…let me know.
Lucifer
"You frighten yourself... intentionally? Interesting."
He fails to see the appeal, quite frankly.
Not only does he not find them scary, he doesn't understand why you watch them if you do.
He's too used to playing the babysitter to take you grabbing his hand as an excuse for physical contact. He interprets it as you tapping out, so he'll pause the movie and give you an out.
Of course, if you insist on finishing the movie regardless, that's an interesting choice in and of itself.
What an opportunity to observe a tortured human psyche at work.
If you insist on holding hands at this point, he won't fight it. He is a bit more dubious than before, though. Are you really doing this because you're scared? You wouldn't happen to have any ulterior motives, would you?
He will gladly reassure you after the movie is over that you are always welcome to come to him for comfort if you're afraid in the middle of the night. You know where his room is.
Mammon
"Just so we’re clear, I ain’t afraid of no horror movies. Not even a little! Not even a teensy-tiny bit, all right? Like, seriously."
He's lying.
This isn't even headcanon stuff, this is just common knowledge.
Also common knowledge: he will insist on proving how cool and brave he is by watching a horror movie with you and protecting you from the monsters and gore onscrEEAAAUUUUGH???!!!
He wasn't scared, he was just startled.
And he's only up here on the lights fixture because he remembered one bulb was flickering earlier. There. He fixed it. He's just being responsible.
Anyway, if you're nervous and want to hold his hand, he understands. Humans are fragile as hell.
In fact, you don't need to stop at hand-holding. You can just hug hiMYEEAAGH!!!!
He's hugging you instead. He's being a good demon and taking care of his human.
Yes, he's in your lap. He thought you'd feel more secure that way.
Stop laughing!
Leviathan
"So I read that the film set for this movie was cursed by a mangaka who never got credit as an influence for the story..."
Time for some J-horror, obviously.
He read up extensively on the production before asking you to watch it with him. He figures he'll be less terrified if he has plenty of background knowledge about the film as an artistic piece to remind him that the happenings onscreen aren't real.
Instead he found a bunch of rumors about how the movie was cursed. But he'd already poured so much of his valuable time into researching it. Sunk cost fallacy: activated! You're watching this damn movie.
He's scared. He's so embarrassed to be this scared but he's scared.
When he's by himself, he doesn't mind that he spooks easily. He likes it. That's the fun of horror games and movies.
But with you here, he feels the pressure to be your emotional rock during the harrowing film-viewing process.
You can hold his hand. You know, if you want to. He gets it if that idea grosses you out, but he did wash his hands right before you got here, so...
If he gets too scared, the demon form comes out, and suddenly you have a scaly tail wrapped around your waist and webbed fingers clutching you.
He's sorry, it's just... It just happens sometimes, okay? Laugh it up, normie!
Actually, it feels kind of nice when you stroke his scales like that. If you really want to, you don't have to stop.
He is no longer watching the movie.
Satan
"This is an extremely unrealistic depiction of decapitation with a hacksaw."
There is nothing less scary than watching a horror movie with Satan, because his smart ass can't stop telling you about everything wrong with it.
The movie is starting. Are you nervous? He'll hold your hand. He has enough basic sense to at least get that part of the process right.
...That's not even close to how it looks when you disembowel a deer.
There's a lot more blood spatter than you'd expect when head wounds are involved. Apparently the special effects crew on this movie didn't do their due diligence.
Hmm, that's actually a pretty convincing amputation scene. Credit where credit is due.
Sorry, but he thinks that calling this one a "psychological thriller" is giving it a little too much credit.
Asmodeus
"Nooo! Ahhh, I can't take it, it's so scaryyy!"
He's not scared. Not even a little.
He's not even grossed out.
But he thinks that seeming terrified is cuter than seeming mildly amused and a little bored.
So before you start watching, he makes sure to lay down some ground rules.
If he's scared, he gets to hold your hand. If you're scared, you get to hold his hand.
If he's scared, he gets to hug you. If you're scared, you get to hug him.
If nothing scary is happening for more than five minutes, he's allowed to request a kiss. Just to keep you both from getting bored.
Why are sex scenes in slashers so awful? Even before the stabbing starts. They're just so... blah. It's disappointing every time.
Ahhh! There's the killer! He's so scared! He's going to hide his face in your neck and cling to you for dear life!
Beelzebub
"What's wrong? Why do you look so sick?"
Bro will eat nonchalantly through the most brutal and gut-wrenching scenes of gore, entirely unaffected.
And he will.
He will do that, right in front of you, and not even have the decency to understand why you have to go vomit.
He doesn't really get most horror films. But occasionally something will resonate strongly with him and he will become very quiet and potentially fairly upset for awhile.
If something reminds him too much of Lilith or her death, for example.
But even if that happens, he won't stop eating.
Belphegor
"Wake me up if something interesting starts happening."
Another one who is entirely unaffected by horror.
Nothing is more horrifying than living as himself in this fucked up world.
He's very annoyed whenever Mammon or Levi watches anything horror-related because their screaming makes it hard to sleep.
He doesn't mind if you scream though.
He can fall asleep to the sound of you screaming.
Take that however you wish.
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