#for better or for worse the red death was a home someone they followed and were loyal too until her untimely demise and hiccup and toothles | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

eleganzadellarosa · 4 months

Text

pairing: newlywed!mingyu x newlywed!fem reader

genre: SMut 😏 and fluff

warnings: MDNI (kinda drunk sex? definitely pussy drunk Gyu, dacryphilia, overstimulation, pleasuredom! gyu, size kink (it’s obvious), daddy kink, breeding kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), slight exhibitionism? slight dumbification, pet names (baby, angel, princess, pretty))

word count: 1.8K+

A/N: just a lil something because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. As always, enjoy and thanks for reading :)

For better, for worse

In sickness and in health

Till death do us part

The words flowed so naturally between the both of you, waiting for this day to come after being engaged for a year. It’s not like you weren’t used to kissing him, but this kiss was special. A kiss that only happened once if things went well. A kiss to be cherished for the rest of your lives.

Everything had gone according to plan, the day was absolutely perfect. Mingyu was your soulmate, you clicked the first time you met and the rest was history. He knew you like the back of his hand and vice versa. You never thought you’d find someone like him, but now he was yours till death did you part.

There was something so seductive and attractive about knowing you were his and him, yours. A promise of loyalty and love. He sat across from you sipping on his third bottle of soju, looking absolutely ravishing. He ditched the suit jacket and tie that he had worn just a few hours earlier and the first few buttons of his white collared shirt were undone.

Maybe it was the vibes of today or the amount of shots you downed, but the way he looked had you feeling feral. It came from deep within, like the only thing that would help is if he fucked you so hard you would feel it in your throat.

“Whatcha staring at angel?”

His words snapped you out of it, his voice not helping your problem. His chest peaked through the open fabric, so tan…you wanted to run your tongue over it. He leaned forward, waving a hand in front of your face.

“Baby, come talk to me.” He patted his left thigh, beckoning you over. Was he really going to have you sit on his lap out in public?

You shakily stood from your seat, thighs rubbing together to hopefully do anything to stop this agonizing throb. He looked up at you but just barely due to his tall stature. You sat down, his arm wrapping around your waist and his hand softly patting your butt.

“What’s going on pretty? What’s on your mind hmm?” He planted a kiss on your lips, patiently waiting for you to answer.

You could easily just tell him the issue and he would immediately take you home to fix it. Yet, the feeling was so overwhelming that even him doing nothing, his cologne filling your nose, had you dripping wet.

He ran his other hand under your dress and up your thigh, making you pant. “Just as I thought. Need Daddy to get you out of here?”

You nodded as you played with the collar of his shirt, a blush creeping on your cheeks. He quickly called the waiter for the bill as you returned to your seat. You gathered up your things as Mingyu paid and followed him to the car. He opened the door for you like the gentleman he is and even leaned in to buckle your seatbelt.

He got in on the other side, smirking when he saw your hands pressed together between your thighs. God why was this so hard? You were on the way to the hotel Mingyu rented out for the two of you; all you had to do was wait.

He saw how desperate you looked as you tried your very best to contain the pulse running through your pussy. Mingyu thinks you’re so cute when you get this horny and he loved being the one to fix it for you. There was a red light and a few cars in front when the idea popped in his mind.

“Lay your seat back and spread your legs for me angel.”

You looked over at him confused, only because your mind didn’t fully register what he said. Your body started to move when his hand worked your dress up your legs. You’d already changed out of your wedding dress for the reception and opted for something shorter and more form fitting.

You followed his orders and laid the seat back slightly and spread your legs wide, or as much as the car would allow. He licked his lips and moved your panties to the side. You could’ve made him crash with the way your pussy glistened under the passing street lights. You were absolutely soaked.

No need to wet his fingers before hand, being able to plunge two thick fingers inside you with the utmost ease. Your jaw fell slack, a moan escaping your lips.

“Fuck baby you almost made Daddy crash, you’re so wet.”

You looked over at him with heavy lids. He tried so hard to keep his eyes on the road, but you had a tight grip on his arm as you bucked your hips up to ride his hand. You were moaning and whimpering with how good it felt at this angle and with the width of his fingers. He pumped them faster, feeling your walls contract and your pussy leak more slick.

“Be a good girl for Daddy and cum on his fingers.”

He used his thumb to rub circles on your clit and that’s what does it. Your whole body tensed up and you let out breathy moans as you came down from your high. You hadn’t noticed you were parked in the hotel lot until you see Mingyu turned in his seat watching you.

“Gyu, I…I need more.” You clawed at his arm desperately and his brows furrowed.

“Trust me, with how hard you have me right now, I wouldn’t want anything else.”

He sucked your juices off his digits and quickly got out the car to rush and open your door. He helped you fix your dress and kissed your forehead as he lead you to the check-in desk. The hotel looked fancy from the outside so you could only imagine what the rooms looked like.

Not even two seconds after you walked in did he have you in his arms bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. Guess a room tour would have to wait. He laid you down on the edge of the bed gently and sunk down on his knees. He tugged on the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs. He pressed your legs apart, big strong arms holding you in place.

“Look at this pretty pussy all for me…” he was in complete awe of how tasty you looked. If there was one thing he loved doing, it was eating you out. You tasted better than anything he’s ever had, Mingyu thinks.

He licked a fat, long stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your legs tried to move down but he was not letting up on his grip. He was eating you out so messily, spitting and licking everything back up; fingers playing with your leaking hole. He slurped on your clit then moved down to fuck his tongue into you, his nose brushing against your bundle of nerves.

Your chest heaved as you cried out his name, hands tangling in his dark locks. Your ears picked up on how he moaned too, you know he was having the time of his life. You felt that familiar tightness in your stomach, signaling your orgasm was coming soon. You were tugging on his hair now, ripping deep groans from him.

“G-gyu gonna cum!” Your head felt fuzzy. You were almost sure you were going to faint from the pleasure.

As impossible as it sounded, he felt himself get harder. “Go ahead pretty, cum all over my tongue.”

A few more curls of his fingers and sucks on your clit, you came violently on his face. He stopped after you settled down and stood up, chin glistening. It was him now who felt like he couldn’t wait any longer. He removed his clothes and yours after. He pushed you up further on the bed and rested his hips in between your legs. His dick felt warm and heavy against you and you were already just as turned on as you were a few minutes ago.

“You’re so beautiful baby, I love you so much.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he rolled his hips into you. He looked down as he slowly inserted his dick in you, moaning at the feeling of your walls so tight around him. “Fuck, I don’t know if I can go slow, you feel too good.”

“Don’t go slow, fuck me dumb Gyu.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He set a vicious pace from the start, stretching you out deliciously. No matter how many times you had sex with him, he seemed to never fail to open you up. You grabbed onto his biceps for stability, not able to reach anything else with how wide his body is.

If he’d known how intoxicated you would have him, he wouldn’t have drank so much soju. You were his everything, his world, his partner for life. You looked so gorgeous underneath him, writhing in pleasure from his deep and fast thrusts. He hoped this feeling never faded and you loved him as much as you do now for always and forever.

You sounded so pretty whimpering and stuttering out his name. Your knees were back at your chest as he pinned you under his large frame, making you feel so small in comparison. This new angle had him hitting new depths. He maintained eye contact as he moaned and sped up this thrusts. You weren’t sure how much longer you would last. Your mind was slowly going blank the more he pressed down into you.

“S-so good Gyu, feels so good. W-wanna cum for D-daddy. Can I please cum?”

He noticed but the feeling hadn’t settled in your mind yet; tears were rolling down your cheeks. He never admitted it but this expression made you look ethereal. Mingyu loved seeing you cry from being fucked dumb on his dick. How did he get so lucky?

“My pretty princess…of course, fuuuck- today is your special day, you can cum as much as you want. I’ll give it to you all night.”

“Fill me up Gyu, wanna feel it in my tummy.”

His head was spinning; you were his kryptonite. His thrusts became sloppy, preparing for his release. “Want Daddy to fill you with his seed? Make your belly big with his baby?”

You looked at him with teary eyes, nodding frantically. How could he not cum seeing that? He shoved his fat dick deep in you, cumming in spurts as he felt you reach your climax with him. Your body was spasming against his, milking him for every drop. He pulled out slowly to watch his cum drip out. He scooped it up with his fingers and fucked it back into you, your pussy clenching from the sensitivity.

He got out of the bed to fetch a warm cloth to clean off the both of you before pulling you close to him under the blanket. You were already dozing off by the time he got settled but you know he’d be following close behind.

“Gyu?” You continued when he looked down at you with a hum. “Thank you for making today the best day ever.”

He sighed contently and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Anything for my amazing wife.”

#mingyu #mingyu x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagines #mingyu smut #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu

2K notes · View notes

unadulteratedsoulsweets · 1 year

Text

A DC X DP IDEA #7 The Summons

Imagine dis…

It is always Danny being summoned by cultists, John Constantine, enemies…etc to the mortal plane that starts a beautiful meeting and adventure between the two fandoms. But what if Danny pulled an uno reverse this time, and shenanigans and misunderstandings ensue?

Danny is getting tired of all types of summoning around the Infinite realms, being King and immortal quickly gets boring after a few couple centuries. As well as the fact he is getting annoyed at the summoning that he kept getting himself into. The monologue is getting less creative and less creative by the day, he was sure that all villain monologues are either copyrighted or even ripped off from the same book and source, as they are either A. offering their world for his liking B. making him do something, or even C. kill a certain someone, and you wouldn’t believe the number of times he was summoned for the sole purpose of killing either Batman or Superman from the dubbed both liked and least liked dimension for Danny. Liked as they have real live aliens in that dimension as well so far begun the exciting one in this dimension, Least because the majority of the uncomfortable summoning's are from that dimension and the majority of the so-called heroes are either messing up the timeline which comes to the headache of both Danny and Clockwork as well kept jumping through the dimensions of their universe.

Today he sat on his throne with all of his eldritch glory when he felt that feeling of being summoned, now when being summoned is like a very annoying ring that you have on this phone on volume that kept on ringing until you answer it. Sighing at his current life, the number of times he summoned in that dimension to the point he can already feel and identify the same ringtone for that dimension. In a spur of a moment as well an ungodly amount of pettiness at that moment for all the times he has summoned as well the headache he and his mentor received he pulled an uno reverse on the heroes and prepared himself to get back at them.

…

Superman, Constantine, Batman, Red Hood, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin interfered with yet another cult dedicated to freeing the tyrant Pariah Dark. From what little information they have gathered through the relics and scrolls, Constantine stated that this Pariah Dark will make most of their world-ending fights look like a kid’s squabble due to the vast powers of the Pariah Dark stating that if he wishes though he can destroy this universe in a flick of his hand.

This cult, however, is on a large scale seeing that they were led in a wild goose chase while the other members prepare the runes, sigils, and sacrifices for the necessary ritual.

They managed to stop the cultists from killing their supposed sacrifices when the runes suddenly glowed green, blinding them completely.

The moment they gained consciousness they immediately knew that there is something wrong.

Looking around they noticed that they have been teleported to some sort of forest but looking up to determine the time of the day made them pause.

The sky is painted with endless toxic Lazarus green, and all of the heroes are now on high alert as they assess the situation. They either dimensioned hopped again or they have been dragged by the cultists and transported to wherever this Tyrant ruler is.

Constantine kept reassuring himself that it would be the former but the amount of death magic that flows through the air like oxygen made him think the worse.

Superman tried to fly upwards to have a better view around them but found out that he couldn’t use any of his powers.

As they were navigating this new and dangerous territory Batman kept grilling Constantine for information as every bit of information is now precious as they need to find their way home. Despite Batman drilling for any information that he knew, he knew nothing more other than the following facts.

Pariah Dark is a tyrant that ruled the Infinite realms. Using both fear and his unlimited power to control and dictate the Infinite Realms.

The Infinite Realms have also known as the Ghost zone, in all of the limitless universes and other histories. The Ghost Zone occurs at every feasible and non-feasible moment in time, which means that no matter where or when you are in the Ghost Zone, you are everywhere and every when because it all exists at the same time.

Without the Infinite Realms then there would be the end of their world and reality as they know it.

The residents here are told to be the most powerful ghosts in existence as Deadman could not even measure up to their strengths.

Suddenly the group heard a loud commotion and quickly hid by climbing up the trees for a better view.

There they see a group of large flaming black armored people that covered their entire body and face except for their glowing green eyes. Two of them caught their attention, the larger one has a purple flame surrounding his helmet, carrying a flaming sword as he rides a menacing black horse that has bat-like wings while the other one has a blue flame on top of his head pointing an electrified sword towards the cultists that were teleported differently from them.

From where they at, they were able to hear about the black armored knights that mortals are trespassing around the Infinite Realms. All of the cultists are now screaming and trying to fight off the knights that tried to restrain them, in the end, they were dragged and caged in a metal cage that is connected to a chariot of the skeleton of horses.

They were brought out of their stupor when they heard the continued screaming and begging’s of the cultist in a distant direction and when they heard a child’s giggle below them.

Looking down below them they saw a small child. The child could not be more than 6 with gravity-defying white hair, Lazarus green eyes wearing a simple white cuffed sleeve with brown pants and black shoes.

He pointed at them for being a mortal and looked at them with awe and proceeded to exaggerate the fact that mortals are in the Infinite Realms.

Nightwing being the friendliest face alongside Superman asked who and where they were. The child proceeded to introduce himself as Danny and tell them that they are in the Infinite Realms and that they are trespassing in the land of the dead, being without the High King’s order.

Danny kept gushing at the fact they are living heroes, as well as proceeded to act like a naïve child that will spill information with a few sweet words.

The kid kept asking Nightwing what it’s like to be alive and to eat food that doesn’t attack you.

Of course, that made the heroes grimace seeing that they were reminded that they were in fact in the land of the dead.

Danny next floated towards Superman and excitedly asked about his culture and language as a Kryptonian alien race.

As the ghost child kept asking Superman some questions nobody saw Constantine pale at the moment, they saw the child. As a dark magical user, he can sense the amount of death magic towards a thing or someone. The moment the child appeared in front of them the man Constantine tried to calm his nerves down seeing the abundant concentrated death magic that clings to the child like some parasite.

Batman tried to ask more relevant questions but Danny flew towards Red Hood and Robin exclaiming that they need a doctor, putting on a frown on his face. Batman’s questions kept growing when they heard a siren that seems to echo throughout the realms and the only thing the kid, Danny, said Oh no.

Looking in the direction where Danny looked, they saw a large army of flaming flying horses with black armored knights each of which look like a black sword as the largest one that they have seen before leads them towards their direction the moment they locked eyes on them.

Without thinking of the consequence Red Hood picked up the dead child and proceeded to retreat alongside the rest of the Bat clan, Superman and Constantine.

…

Danny was enjoying this, the soul-whore man was just a bonus. The fact that he owns this poor man’s soul just out of pettiness for tripling the amount of his paperwork for selling his soul to different deities. Once he dies, he is going to embarrass this man to the point he wished he was in hell.

His plan was simple, make them scared at the act of the High King being mad at them. Make them see the horrors of the Infinite Realms and send them home, simple right?

He was about to give them one last scare when he heard an alarm that blared throughout the realms. He just knew that Fright Knight had just pulled the alarm. For the spirit of Halloween, he is serious and zealous about his job. The fact he had forgotten to write a note might be on him.

He was just about to turn around when Red Hood picked him up and carried him like a sack of potatoes. Now in any political sense Red Hood is committing treason, he kept trying to wiggle out of the man’s arms, unable to phase out due to the man’s nature as one of his subjects.

He may be petty but he didn’t mean on making them commit treason, he can do that on his own to piss off the Observants, thank you very much.

Now Danny is panicking about how this prank had railed off course due to his luck.

…

The team of super mortals is now running away from the army approaching them. Using the forest where they have landed to conceal themselves as they think of a way to escape the army of the dead.

Suddenly a green swirling portal opened in front of them, they were about to change direction but Constantine exclaimed loudly that, that portal is the same one that brought them here. So, by that logic that portal will lead them back to their universe.

When they returned to the dark warehouse before they were transported only then they noticed the extra baggage that Red Hood may have brought with him. In fear, Constantine asked why would he bring a ghost child who has extremely protective ghost parents that will hunt them down the moment they realize that he is gone.

Jason argued that ever since Danny appeared the pits quieted down to the moment the ghost child appeared as if he was never been dunked on the Lazarus pits.

As they were arguing Red Robin noticed Danny that he looked worried and kept looking around as if to look for another portal.

…

Newsflash, he was looking for a way to escape the heroes undetected to create his portal.

…

Red Robin was about to ask what was bothering him when all of the heroes present suddenly saw a green outline of a crown and a cape coming from Danny.

Danny asked nervously why were they looking at him funny.

Constantine dropped his cigarette and paled several shades whiter in fear, to the point he was paper.

Batman is now on the verge of a breakdown as well. In a span of a few minutes, they traveled to the land of the dead and saw some ghostly knights and children, and Jason adopting strays in his way. Apparently in the argument the two have and the action, Jason had done in a matter of minutes, his son Jason decided to adopt a ghost child which in return Constantine replied that it is not possible seeing that ghost children in general have protective parents that may hunt us down now that ghost child has a highlight and outline of a crown and cape.

Seeing his look and reaction of Constantine when looked at Danny due to the green highlight outline, Batman demands Constantine's answers as to why and what could be worse news other than Danny’s ghostly parents hunting them down for unintentionally kidnapping their child.

Constantine replied in a small and shaky voice that they didn’t just kidnap an ordinary ghost child, they kidnapped the Crowned Prince of the Infinite Realms.

…

Danny was sure that the cat is out of the bag, but when the sad trench coat man whispered Crowned Prince instead of High King. He can turn this whole situation turn around in his favor, now if only the spandex-wearing men stop harassing him on his so-called “Father-King.”

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

#dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dc #dp #ghost king danny #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #batman #red hood #john constantine

2K notes · View notes

spookie-bitch · 10 months

Text

Tagalong

Pairings: Lorraine day x fem reader

Contains: fluff, angst, and comfort.

Warnings: mentions of death, violence, language, and spoilers.

The sun was brightly beaming down, scorching everything that it touched. It felt like the sun was burning the skin off your back by the second. You turned around, now directly facing the big red orb in the sky, and set down the last hay bale. If you hadn't started earlier than usual, you probably would have only half of what you have done and be in a worse condition. Distributing the hay bales to the front has never been your favorite job but unfortunately, it's one of the most common.

You make your way back to your truck and close the tailgate, promising yourself that you would clean out the little flakes of hay laying on the floor of the truck bed. You made your was back to the barn so you could finish up when you see a familiar van pull it to the Day's driveway. You roll your eyes, "wasn't he here yesterday," you groan in annoyance. RJ, Lorraine's boyfriend was always over here and it was starting to get on your nerves, not that it's your business if he's here or not, but he is always making small talk while you're trying to work. But the thing your really didn't like about him was that he's over confident and pretty much a walking red flag, and your pretty sure that Lorraine doesn't even notice because half of the things she talks about is him, and how "dreamy" he is. You would tell her how much of a red flag he is considering you've been working here since you were 16 and are practically part of the family, but that also means that you know Lorraine, meaning you know that she probably would overlook it just like she always have. You pull yourself out of your thoughts and decide that it's just better if you get your work done and mind your own business.

You sit on the floor of the barn with your back against the wall catching your breath, having finally finished for the day. "You done," asked an soft voice. "Just finished," you responded getting up from your resting spot, "whatcha need L?" you added. "Why, do I have to need something," Lorraine asked with a playful tone. "Oh, no I just figured you would rather be at home with dream boy, then out here in the scorching heat," you said matching her tone. She laughed, "You mean RJ," You gasped sarcastically, "you don't mean to tell me there's more!" "No," she giggled "he's been talking with my folks for half an hour an I'm honestly board, so I thought I would hang with you." As she talked, a sweet smile formed on her freckle kissed face. You smiled, it's difficult not to seeing her so happy, she's a quiet, shy girl who is so innocent she might as well be an angel herself. it's hard for someone so sweet to make friends, so seeing her so happy around you makes your day better every time.

"Well, we could go on a walk if you want," you say happily, "But it is rather hot out." "Oh that's fine, I'll think I'll manage," says Lorraine. "Alrighty then," you say walking towards the exit closely followed by Lorraine. You walk down the dirt path with Lorraine at your side, you take a second to admire her honey brown eyes in the sunlight while she is distracted by the scenery. You two end up sitting by the pond for a while before the two of you decide to head to her house to cool off. "Hello Mr.Day," you say shutting the door behind you. "Why hello there y/n," says Lorraine's dad smiling. "there you are Lorraine, I've been looking for you," says RJ in a slightly worried tone. "See I told you she was fine, y/n here takes good care of her for us," says Lorraine's dad with a proud look on his face. Lorraine is now standing next to RJ, the sweet smile that suit her so well gone from her face. "And that I am thankful for, so," says RJ, "me and Lorraine are going away for a few days to film a movie, would you wanna tagalong, if that's ok with Mr. Day here," adds RJ. Lorraine's face lights up at the proposal of me joining them. "Sure, I don't see why not," he says. "So what do you say y/n," asks RJ. Lorraine looked hopefully at you practically beginning me to say yes. "Sounds good to me," you say smiling directly at Lorraine. "Well then," RJ says clapping his hands, "it's settled, we leave tomorrow."

You grab the backpack you stuffed with a few essential items and hop into your truck to make you way over to Lorraine's house, were you all agreed to meet. You park in your usual spot and walk towards RJ's van. "Am I late," you ask noticing everything already packed up. "Nope, just on time," says RJ. You hop in and take a seat next to Lorraine, she smiles and tilts her head to the side just a bit before the van starts to make it's way out of the driveway.

@gggafie @omega-horus @mar-romanova @wol-fica @rollingsins @somekindofpoet @melrodrigo @jennasslut @slvt4lanadelrey @autisticsamcarpenter

#jenna ortega x fem reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega fanfic #lorraine day x reader #jenna marie ortega #lgbtq #lesbian pride #tara carpenter x reader #lorraine x reader #wednesday fanfic #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday x you #wednesday addams #vada cavell x y/n #vada cavell x reader #vada x reader #vada cavell

210 notes · View notes

lolasimms · 1 year

Note

Can I request headcanons on the dynamic between Abby and Lila? I love the idea of someone big and intimidating like Abby being all sweet with a mini human

Abby + Lila Head-canons

Abby was really nervous to meet her, as she didn’t like most of her dads girlfriends and was afraid Lila would feel the same way about her.

To her surprise, they ended up getting along really well and the second time they met, Lila clung to her legs, since she was the same height as Abby’s knees.

Lila usually was independent and enjoyed walking on her own during outings but once Abby came around she insisted on sitting on her shoulders or in her arms. Whenever the three of you visited crowded locations, say farmers markets, Lila would insist that Abby carry her on her shoulders.

She loved how easily Abby could throw her up in the air whenever they played, but it always scared you to death because you thought she’d drop her. Or even worse, crush her in the process of catching her.

Sometimes she won’t let you read to her at night, insisting that Abby does, because she’s better at the voices than you are. Thats until you find out Abby had been sneaking her cookies before bed.

The two of them sometimes get lost in their own world. Abby is one of those people who really plays, meaning she’ll loose track of time when her and Lila are having too much fun. You’d once planned on going out for dinner when Lila had begged to go to the park with Abby beforehand, claiming they’d be gone for just 30 minutes. Two hours later you’d canceled the reservation when Abby had claimed they were having too much fun and honestly forgot about the dinner.

You’d never been very fond of pets, which Lila hated as she was the biggest animal lover. Any time the two of you went out and she saw a dog or a cat, she’d ask their owners if she could pet them and play with them. Luckily for her, once Abby had moved in she brought her cat Millie along with her.

Lila wasn’t aware that cats weren’t exactly like dogs, and that some of them didn’t like attention. So when she tried grabbing Millie by the stomach she ended up with a bright red scratch along her arm. After this occurrence, the once self-proclaimed animal lover wasn’t too happy with the family’s newest addition. Abby felt horrible and Lila was hysterical the entire evening. To make up for the mishap, Abby put Millie in “cat timeout” and bought Lila her favourite gelato as compensation.

Despite her intimidating size and height, Lila found that Abby was easy to break. If ever you said no to something or had a strict rule she had to follow, she’d always go to Abby knowing she’d give in. That’s exactly how the cookie fiasco had started. One night you’d baked cookies, promising Lila would have them the next day and she’d thrown a full blown tantrum. You only did this, due to the fact that by the time they’d cooled off, it was already nearing her bed time. Not satisfied with your explanation, Lila clung onto Abby the rest of the evening. She started telling Abby she was the best, trying to butter her up to get what she wanted. And who was Abby to deny the little girl of her desires especially when she gave her those sweet puppy eyes, so she snuck two cookies while you washed up and made her way up the stairs and into Lila’s room.

Everyone knew Lila was sort of an attention seeker, it’s just what being an only child entailed. So when she came home from school one day to be surprised with an ultrasound photo of her so called “baby brother” she wasn’t happy. She ignored you and refused to sit with you. Calling you “mean mommy” and asking you to get rid of the baby. Abby didn’t know what to do, and quite frankly neither did you.

Lila refused to speak to you and anytime you’d try sit next to her and talk through the issue she’d scoot closer to Abby. It had been three whole days of Lila icing you out and with your first trimester morning sickness you were starting to become upset, and this upset Abby. She finally put her foot down and sternly told Lila that her antics needed to stop. She’d explained the perks of having a new sibling, making the six year old finally come around. By day 5 Lila and Abby had made an apology card for you. ‘Sorry Mommy’ it read and all you could do was smile and laugh.

#abby anderson fic #abby anderson x reader #reader x abby anderson #abby anderson

159 notes · View notes

crying-fantasies · 5 months

Text

Killing Me Softly With His Song (3)

Masterlist

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3: Calling | part 4 | part 5

There is a chirping sound outside, it catches your interest instantly, way too familiar with the surroundings to this point, way too alert all the time, it seems that your new found familiarity with your new home made it easier to discern the song out of place, Soundwave isn't home, he hasn't returned yet and that makes you hyper aware of any danger nearby, you try to look for Buzzsaw but the cassette isn't in the same place you saw him before taking a nap, the sound gets nearer by the second, is more energetic now in a frequency so high it's almost faint to the human ear, one that gets louder, higher in volume, it takes you a moment to think in almost fear of what would come when your shoulders relax, finally recognizing the meaning of such a strange song in the middle of the night, only the light of the solar cells lamps around the house helping you to see what you can of the darkness outside around you, you feel a little angry, sure, maybe a bit embarrassed too, nodding along to the tune, which is now more sweet in some sense, moving from one point of the house to another.

He is playing with you, again, mess with your nerves and see if you follow the instructions he gave, "In case I'm not here, I want you to be alert, I want you to search for protection, look out for the cassettes, for me"

Soundwave doesn't joke, not when it involves his team, when it involves you, so you choose to stay quiet, fighting the urge to tell him that you could do better than what he is asking for even knowing is all pretended, stupid ego born from your pride, he knows better, knowing you would be frozen in place with a gun directed to your head, waiting for the most painless death if you follow what others do and tell you, be foolish enough if it means you could get out alive or someone else, he will not let you go like that, so, he has started this strange song and dance.

Simulations, creepy ones, he says those are necessary, to be as real as possible, so you know what to do, he didn't had in mind that you'll take it like a bad joke, and so it was almost forgotten for a time, because he would always protect you, he would always be there.

Except that it became worse when a former decepticon found your safe house, called Soundwave a traitor and pointed a gun at you, that was the moment you saw the real him, the one who was able to kill his opponent with his arsenal or his bare servos if he had to, the one you heard almost shout, you've never before heard him raise his voice.

At first it put you at the edge, like, okay, was that really necessary? Maybe no, absolutely no, he didn't say it out loud, he just gave you time alone, process what happened, understand what he really was and what he was really capable to do, he expected you to leave, leaving you alone to go inside the wild and try to forget about it, maybe surprised, maybe he noticed a few seconds in that you were following him, Soundwave doesn't show much with all the protection on his face, but the fact that he let you touch him and then let you hug him was proof enough, you were not leaving, he was satisfied with that and even grateful you dare to think when his servo pressed you to him, kissing him just above his visor.

It was enough, for both of you.

"Wave" such a playful tune, you feel the nickname roll off your tongue with ease, looking around the house and every window in search of any peek of his paint job or the subtle red light of his visor knowing how hard it is to hear even his footsteps if he wants to be unseen, hearing again the song of a bird near as your only indicator of his presence.

There were a lot of birds around, sure, but no one would do that same song, not without an impromptu flight from the other side of the globe to serenade you with an intricate mating call.

"I want to see you" your request was denied, at least for now, the song changed now to soft and deep growls, almost like a hard purr from a large feline, making the few glasses in the windows vibrate with it and guiding you to where he was, slowly looking over your shoulder, the vibration was more evident just behind your body, obvious on the way it was moving around, playing with you, "I want to see my boyfriend" the denomination makes things to him, you know, feeling first hand how the hairs on your skin react to the increase of his EM field around, full of charge and static, full of need he can't say out loud but that he can imitate and show you.

Some say he is secretive and you give them an affirmative nod, indeed true, only partially, now, after having cohabitating with him for years you can say he is also timid, closed to the exterior.

The deep growls are more notorious, almost calling out to you before they change, now there is the sound of humming, a song, your own voice back, "I want to see you" it says, the same need in it as any of the other calls, "I want to see you" it keeps on, in every one of them and every step you take to the window you can sense the increase in the tone and also the increase of charge around, now moving to the door.

"Wave-" you call out, finally seeing his pede ahead, when did he got there? No idea, now just out of the main door, it makes you feel good with trembling hands, the way he can move silently around, as his huge size wasn't enough to make you feel at his total mercy.

He plays with the recording of your voice "I want- kzzt- you"

There is those noises again as he shows you his open servo, you move your shoe to clean it the best you can before getting on him, accept his offer in a way it could be understood in any animal or human language when your cheek makes contact with his mouth piece, giving gentle strokes which are reciprocated with an exvent so low you could pass as sigh from his part, finally hearing his voice after a long day, his servo holds you close and you close the contact in order to give kisses on the end of his digits down to the articulation points and back again to now lick around, he tastes as soap, of course, he took deep care in preparation, clean enough to be acceptable after a long day out in the field, "my boyfriend is so considerate", he grunts, you can feel the energy, even see drops of condensation falling, making trails on his helm as a result of the increasing warmth of his derma and armor.

You'll ask, later, why has been the reason for this strange, but not unwelcomed, approach and his decision to take you out, Soundwave likes to be with you in a closed environment, no one can see or hear, no one can reach, his digits moving along you, calm, hearing every word and sound, feeling the way your body is full of different forms, you put your hands up, a silent request for him to get near, and so he does, but he doesn't open his protection when you kiss the exterior of it.

You stop, giving a few pats on his digits, "Wait a moment, let's just..." Your legs almost give up when he let's you again in the dirt outside the house, he seems concerned by your negative reaction, it's easy for him to sense your need, your clothes remain on, out of place, you don't try fix it and that shows you still want to interface with him.

"Don't you-"

"I do" you take his servo on your hands, guiding him inside the construction at the other side of the house, he let's you, where he doesn't have the necessity to mass displace, where you can him feel comfortable on his own, "but you don't like it here, right?"

He follows you, no complaints when you close the big door after him, only silently observing while your clothing start to fall around, while you invite him near with open arms, accept him when you are most vulnerable.

Your life will be limited by this same vulnerability, your own biology, because it's way too dangerous to give eternal life to such a selfish and destructive race like humanity, you can't say the same for his own kind, there must be a reason they can be almost immortal, or maybe is all just coincidence, in the same way the evolution of life in earth was a coincidence, in the way humanity came to existence and cybertronians found them in the final years of their war, or the bizarre and curious way both weren't exactly too different from one another.

"There is too much noise" you tell him, moving along with him, touching his jaw with your fingertips with a moan ending your words, stopping the act for a moment and using his transformation seams to climb your way up to his helm, he hasn't said much, mind in other place, one that, as usual, revolved around you, "Soundwave, is everything okay?" Your front is almost over him, his visor show him how your heart bumps blood fast to the rest of your body, how your breath is strained, but you still reach out to him, try to know what is wrong, shielding him with your body the best that you can.

As always, he doesn't say much, keeping his own problems for himself, the last he wants is for you to be in the middle of the fire that is the future he wishes for and the past he can't scape from.

Before he would have never thought of running from it, but now that he has you, now that you were about to die at his side-

"Soundwave" you say his designation with authority, something laughable but not unwelcomed, not from you, he let's you embrace him, hearing your command and think of something else, no, not to think, "just let go", opening his mouth piece to let you press yourself on his open intake, exhaling long and paused when his glossa makes contact with your skin, lips kissing just above where your ribs start and the soft skin of your belly before going way down while rising your whole body with one servo.

You call out to him, over and over, if he could keep this is up, hearing your voice, feeling your presence, for all his life, he could be endlessly happy.

#reader insert #x reader #angst #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers idw #soundwave x human reader #transformers x human reader #transformers x you #soundwave x reader #idw soundwave #tf soundwave #soundwave

30 notes · View notes

sillysadduck · 2 years

Note

hi love *does a lil twirl* hope you’re having a gay day. please share your duck thoughts and psychoanalyse it. if you want. if not you can just send me a lil kiss

૮ • ﻌ - ა

OMGNSBFH THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU

congrats now yall have to read my duck thoughts bc my love gave me the chance [I'm on mobile so excuse any weirdness btw] as always this is a personal opinion etc etc and I like to connect the webseries with the TV series as a sequel ♡ + some fluffybird undertones bc im gay and they are too

OKAY SO!¡ HE'S A VERY COMPLEX CHARACTER, PEOPLE UNDERESTIMATE HIM AND LEAVE HIM TO BE "just a pet" OR "just a replaceable doll" BUT HES SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT.

I believe, just like Red and Yellow, he has free will about his thoughts, but not fully about his actions sometimes. He loves the other two (in different ways) but he can't show it, he doesn't know how to and he's too scared to do it. This eternal torment took his ability to show his emotions, and the same thing happened to Red. It didn't apply to Yellow, because his innocence protected his emotional intelligence.

The days go by and he's still trapped, but he's too scared to say anything about it. That's why he tries to stick to the world they know, he doesn't want to risk anything worse happening.

It's not that he's completely clueless, but he thinks (He knows from experience) saying something about the situation will make things worse. An example is episode 5 of the webseries, I believe he realized Red was missing but he didn't say anything because he could see Roy watching them behind the scenes, he tried to answer Red's calls and was trying to be subtle about alerting Yellow, this went on until he finally gave up and tried to leave...

And you know how that went for him, and for Yellow too. I wouldn't want to try again either.

I think that's when we see his first real "death", not an illusion like the Time episode where they see themselves dying on what appears to be just an illusion. That's why he was so scared when the giant cans took his organs, he looked terrified, they had to make him sleep at first and trap him so he would let it happen. He didn't know he would come back.

Yet, when his heart straight up falls out in the new series he's just like oh!! Haha oh well guess I'm dead see ya.

Because he knows he's gonna come back. He's aware "the journey always ends up back at home" and he can't die forever no matter what. He's super chill about getting his insides removed.

But the longer he's trapped, everything gets worse. He gets worse, his relationship with the other two gets worse, and he becomes more and more scared to leave or change anything [Ex: Yellow getting new batteries upsets him deeply because he has no way of knowing if that will make things worse or better]

He and Red used to reassure Yellow about how much they loved him and didn't want him to be sad, they tried to cheer him up when they got a chance and apologized when they made him feel bad.

Now, in the june 20th loop, his only response is yelling and hitting the other two. Because at the end of the day everything is pointless and they're all going crazy. He doesn't want to try anymore, we see he never makes the first move. Again, he's too scared to do that and he knows it's pointless. He lost all hope.

Even in the simplest things. When the computer gives too many results his first response is "Well let's give up." And that's his philosophy for everything.

But if someone else takes the first step, he will follow. He doesn't want change unless he feels like it's good change. Even then, he's hesitant about it.

But he will always have opportunities to show his real self through the denial and funny aggressive personality he made up to hide himself behind. He loves Red, he loves looking at him. And even when they were having privacy and a soft moment for themselves, he was asking "but what about Yellow?"

I know "they just hate each other and never want to see each other again" is a very common interpretation in the fandom now, but I feel like they still care.

Duck still cares, but he's scared. If he shows he cares, this world will gladly take Red and Yellow away from him. Staying in denial will always be easier. He's ok with dying a thousand times, at the end of the day he knows he will come back.

#don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis #duck dhmis #dhmis duck #red guy #yellow guy #fluffybird #fluffybird dhmis #dhmis headcanons #dhmis theory #yellow guy dhmis #red guy dhmis #long post #asks

246 notes · View notes

six-white-venus · 5 months

Text

How to build the perfect imposter

Step one: smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod when someone accuses you of doing something you weren’t even aware of. Just apologize, because you probably did do it.

(refer: memory 1278 that’s located along with the ones that happened 418 weeks ago.

your aunt’s lens is dumped in the dustbin and she says you did it. you swear to your mom, amma, amma believe me please, i didn’t even go near it. but your words are worth lesser than the discarded lens and you think back now: i’m being silly. i probably did do it. right?)

Step two: Don’t cry, don’t you even dare to let a single tear slip out of your eye when words are thrown at your plump frame like darts. Just let the grown ups enjoy the game, sweetheart. Don’t be sensitive! If they call you fat or jibe that your skin is too dark for you to be pretty and that oh, your mom looks like your younger sister! it’s all in good fun!

Step 3: learn to cover your tongue with lies and shun the sweet taste of your mother tongue. relish the bitterness your forked tongue basks in and hold in the truth that claws your insides and rips up all your organs, throwing a tantrum to be let out. Hold it all in, liar, and spin me one of your bitter lies.

(try this simple experiment at home to understand this step better:

Cough up the blood pooling in your stomach on your phone screen when you’re fourteen and watch with morbid fascination as it forms into all the truth you have shoved inside your fragile body for so long.

I feel so empty all the goddamn time

I think i want to kill myself

Hit send and hear your mom gasp as she snatches the phone away from your grasp to read the text. Your parents interrogate you in a locked room. what is happening, they ask. There’s copper in your mouth and you want to spit it out at your feet but instead, you swallow. You swallow and say ‘i was just forwarding a message another friend sent to me’ and weave another one of your pretty little lies. Watch your father fall prey to it and grin. your teeth are bloody.)

Step four: and when you can’t contain the smell of death coming from the hollows of your chest no more, go to the psychiatrist farthest from your home, one that your father used to see. Lo and behold! You have now learnt that the man who gave birth to you hated this godforsaken world once upon a time, too!

(memory 78,98,430, dated 156 weeks ago-

You sit before the psychiatrist as he diagnoses you with major depressive disorder. You roll the syllables on your tongue and think you haven’t uttered something so beautiful in so long. You go home and while your family mourns, you hide your smile under the palm of your hand.

see? i was not lying.)

Step five: tell the whole damn world about it. amma, amma do you believe me now? I’m all messed up in the head, amma. The doctor says so himself! watch as the days pass by and your health gets worse and your prescription gets more and more colourful and your laugh gets louder and louder. see? see? I’m not fake and overdramatic, my antidepressants agree! find happiness when you see that you are no longer the only one who can smell the end and death and rot rising from your flesh. i’m not faking it. i’m not faking it. right?

Step six: if you have followed the above steps correctly, you will experience the following:

crushing guilt

the fear of people jumping out from behind the screen and yelling “liar! cheater! faker!”

pounding your fists on the pavements and watching your knuckles paint it red as you chant: i’m not lying i’m not lying i’m not lying i’m actually sad i’m really sick please believe me why can’t you believe me why can’t i believe me?

And if you do, congrats! You have built the perfect imposter and it has been you all along, hasn’t it?

#my poetry #poetry #imposter syndrome #tw depression #tw suicidal thoughts #my writing #writeblr #prose #prose poetry

26 notes · View notes

spitblaze · 11 months

Text

thoughts continue to percolate on Jobswap AU

So, as aforementioned, Therion is a surgeon apothecary who lost faith in himself and his profession after losing a patient who had some significance to him after a preventable accident and then being accosted by the family in his grief. He gave up the whole thing for several years, living in relative isolation close to Bolderfall. Until one day, when a desperate woman shows up at the door and begs for his help. She had heard he was an apothecary with knife skills, and sought him out immediately. Her younger sister, she says, has a giant growth on her neck, and if it doesn't come off soon, it's going to kill her. Other apothecaries have tried, but they all said it was impossible, that it was too difficult to remove it without damaging her wind pipe or major arteries. Or something. Idk. The point is that this situation is really dire and this kid reminds him of the patient he lost so he pulls the scalpel out 'one last time' to save her. She lives, and he remembers why he took up the mantle to start- the purpose of the apothecary. Doing this, he takes his journey.

Chapters two and three are mostly unrelated, basically chapters of Black Jack. Therion goes from town to town, sometimes charging ridiculous amounts of money for surgery, sometimes performing completely free of charge. He saves whoever he can, and those who abuse his abilities for their own gain find themselves with karmic retribution. Throughout the whole thing, though, there's the undercurrent of something worse happening. Another surgeon like him, traveling and charging ridiculous fees. He's a miracle worker, they say- he provides entire new organs when old ones fail, pulls people back from the very brink of death. But when his patients can't pay up, they mysteriously disappear...

Chapter four. Therion meets Darius. Fellow apothecary, wealthy fellow, personal doctor to the Ciannos. He has a proposal for Therion- they go into business, establish their own practice, charge out the nose and turn away all who don't pay. They both have reputations- Therion is the Beast Apothecary, a medic who works so fast and so precise it's almost inhuman, not afraid to use unorthodox methods to achieve his results. Darius is the Miracle Apothecary, a man who can seemingly bring people back from the brink of death with tools and materials nobody else has. The two of them together could do whatever they want, and who would stop them? Therion declines- he prefers the freedom of traveling where he pleases and doing as he wishes. A partnership would complicate things, and put him on more of a leash than he'd like. Besides, he's heard...rumors about what happens to his patients that don't pay up. Darius threatens him and leaves, and Therion investigates later on. Maybe follows some goons from the home of someone who hasn't paid, maybe scopes out Darius's 'hideout' by putting together information given to him by locals. Either way, he gets in, and discovers that Darius has been kidnapping the patients who don't pay up and harvesting their blood and tissue and organs. Horrifying! He fucking kills Darius. Darius tries to give him that 'you're no better than me' schtick but it doesnt work because he's regained his faith! In himself! In his profession! And I'm American so in my head it's a whole criticism of the for-profit healthcare industry!!! FUCK you Darius

Because I like it when stories cross over and it isn't actually a game trying to make sure you can complete all the stories in whatever order you want, Darius is also a major player in Alfyn's story! Alfyn lost his parents to the plague that swept through Clearbrook as a child. He survived thanks to a traveling apothecary, but he had nowhere to go after that ('but what about zeph' idk shh dont worry about it), and ended up turning to a life of petty theft after hitching a ride to Saintsbridge. He joins up with a group of thieves called the Red Hoods, as their newest and youngest member. They're all pretty cool people, somewhere between Robin Hood and Ye Olde Mutual Aid Organization. They look out for themselves and the little guy, steal from the rich, give to the poor, skim a bit off the top.

These guys are his best friends for years, he hones his skills as a thief, learned how the world works and how to help, basically everything he knows he learned from the Red Hoods. All is well until six years before present day, when Alfyn is fifteen. The Red Hoods plan a heist on the Ciannos, a crime family that's been terrorizing locals and hoarding money. Alfyn is briefly held up by helping a kid do something, look for their cat or whatever but makes it to the meeting point in time to see that they were lured into a trap. He peeks from behind a doorway, seeing a red-haired figure laugh about how gullible they were, how trusting and naive they all were for trusting each other. All of his friends are beaten and bloodied, some already dead. One sees him from the doorway and tells him to run, to get out while he still can. To keep the Red Hoods alive. Unable to act, Alfyn flees, only barely evading becoming a victim himself.

Years later he's still saddled with grief and survivor's guilt, thinking that if he had just said no to the kid who asked for help, if he had just taken a different route, if he had just been there to scout ahead, if, if, if. He's carried on the name of the Red Hoods as a one-man gang, unable to bring himself to allow anyone else into his heart that he could just lose in an instant again. He leaves calling cards after robbing the wealthy and unjust blind and redistributing it among the lower class. He does this until he happens to redistribute the wealth from the one family he shouldn't have- the Ravuses. From here it's basically Therion's story, except with Alfyn. You know how it goes. Get the Dragonstones and we'll remove the Blackmail Bracelet.

The end of his story coincides with Therion's story (also thematically appropriate bc im incapable of not giving them a slow burn romance) when they finally confront Darius. Darius comments on how the 'little coward thief' or whatever finally grew a spine, and how he can meet his end like the rest of his little friends. No longer afraid, Alfyn loudly declares that as long as he's alive, the Red Hoods will never die, and in a moment of solidarity, the rest of the party declares that they too are Red Hoods. Its very touching and inspirational and worthy of some Toby Fox music and then they beat the everloving shit out of Darius.

I am aware there are several holes in this story. And to that I say: Don't Worry About It.

#spitblaze says things #spitblaze draws things #octopath #octopath traveler #therion #therion (octopath)#alfyn greengrass #jobswap au #spitblaze writes things

46 notes · View notes

3mutantsinatrenchcoat · 9 months

Text

An earthquake rumble part 1?

Should I make this a multiple part thing? I'm thinking I might but idk

Tw/cws: kraang invasion, death, krangification. Death of brothers, injury

It hit New York like a tidal wave, it started with a rumble through the ground, then what sounded like wind...but it wasn't wind it was a noise that rattled our brains in our head.

Then the concrete cracked, water shot out of the sidewalks and then it got worse.

Windows from the buildings shattered at the loud boom that filled the air, bright purple filled the sky like a beacon.

It was over before we knew it. People that stared turned purple and bursted spikes and limbs from their skin in a tidal wave, from the landing point back.

Some tried to run, those who were affected followed after.

Not many survived the initial outburst but those who did felt their rage, bumbling and boiling inside, feastering inside. Some lost themselves to their rage, loosing their fight, others triumphed.

One particular man hunkered in a lab, working day end and day out to build a portal. They needed a portal. They needed help.

One of his few trips out he found a battle field of mutants surrounded by kraang, their bandanas littered the ground in tatters. The mutants couldn't have been any older than teenagers. They were strong enough to last the few months but like everything, the aliens were stronger.

The man walked around the fallen until he found a small box turtle, clutching bandanas like his own in shades of red, purple and blue. He was no older than a kid...no older than 10. His shell was cracked in several places, missing small chunks. The box turtle was unconscious, most likely had a concussion if he was to base the head wound off anything...

The man hesitated, he should have left. He really should have. I mean, props to the man he did get a block away before he turned around and scooped the turtle up. There was a voice, maybe his wife...maybe his brother. That told him in the back of his head that if he had left the turtle there he was no better than the kraang.

So, he brought the turtle home, settled him in one of the cots and covered him in parchment sheet that he used to cover some of the machines. He had no idea how to even start the medical care for a turtle. He would need help. But for now he needed to work on his machine.

They needed help and the only help they would get, would be to leave this time branch. What was he to do? He was no medic. And he wouldn't wish his efforts to waste. However he was kind enough to give the child probably a decent dose of morphine.....maybe too much. Maybe too little? The man didn't know. But he would watch him until someone more suitable came for him.

He was never a fit enough parent.

#rise au #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #an earthquake rumbles #threewrites #kid mikey #rottmnt mikey #tw kraang #rottmnt krang #kraang #tw injury #tw death #tw brother death

27 notes · View notes

lykaios2 · 10 months

Note

Here's a request:

Platonic or romantic, your choice, Leo showing off some skateboard moves.

omg when I say I got so into writing this

I stayed up until 6am writing this yesterday. I am not kidding. I just really wanted to finish it so I could post it asap

anyway I hope you like it, this is the longest fic I've written so far

Sweet Tricks and Sweeter Feelings

leonardo x reader, friends to lovers

cw: literally nothing

word count: 3838

One evening, you started on a walk, or rather a ride, to a new skate park you had just recently discovered. While doing some business over on that side of town, you had a bit of free time to yourself, and decided to explore since you didn't go to that side of town much. You eventually stumbled upon an abandoned building, and your curiosity got the better of you. After looking around for an entrance, you somehow found an unlocked door that led inside. After making your way around to what seemed to be the main area, you found yourself looking at what seemed to be a well maintained skatepark.

“Woah, what is this? I've never seen this before…must not have been taken down when this place was closed. Someone's certainly been working hard to keep this place nice.”

Now, returning here, it was certainly a different vibe at night. Walking around to the unlocked door, you heard noises coming from inside, as if someone was also using the skatepark. As you made your way inside, you looked around for the source of the noise. You could barely make out a dark figure skating around the park. As you sat and watched in awe at all of their amazing tricks, they came a little too close and noticed you standing there.

“Oh! Hello there, you-”

“Augh! I'm sorry, I-I'll leave-”

“Wait, no, you're fine! I just didn't expect to see anyone else here.”

“You could say the same here. Those were some sweet tricks you were hitting, uh… what's your name? Don't think you mentioned it.”

“Oh, my apologies, you can call me Leonardo, or Leo for short. How about yourself, mysterious friend?”

“I'm y/n.”

“Well, y/n, since you're here, would you like to join me for some late night skating?”

“Yeah! Let's do this!”

After a couple hours, Leonardo announced that it was time for him to return home. It was pretty late, so you decided to head home yourself.

“When are you planning on being here again?”

“Oh, my brothers don't like me being out this late too much, so really only once a week.”

“You have brothers? How many?”

“Just 3.”

“Do they ever come out here?”

“Not that I know. I haven't told anyone about this place.”

“Not even your brothers?”

“Nope. I love them to death, don't get me wrong, but when I'm with them all day every day, a little time away can be nice.”

“I understand that. Well then, I'll see you next week, same place, same time?”

“Only if you show up.”

“It's a deal!”

Next week, you entered through the doors of the abandoned building and sure enough Leonardo was there, skating just as before.

“Yo!” you called out.

“There you are, I was getting a bit worried that you had bailed on me.”

“Sorry, I live on the other side of town. Yeah, no, I would have felt terrible. I wouldn't have even had a way to tell you, which would have made it all the worse.”

“You want my number? Easiest way to contact me.”

“Oh, sure.” You and Leonardo exchanged numbers, but while he was typing his number into your phone, you noticed some red marks on his face through his mask he was wearing.

“Is that…blood?”

“Hm?”

“On your face there.”

“Oh, um…no…”

“Then what is it, if it's not blood?”

“It's, um…I'll show you next week. But you have to show up.”

“Aw, what? Fine. Is it like a personal thing?”

“Kind of. A lot of people are often surprised when they see what it really is.”

“It can't be that bad. C'mon, lemme see!”

“Next week! If you show up.” You begrudgingly agreed as Leonardo started skating again. Realizing you hadn't yet even touched your skateboard, you followed suit.

After another long night of skating, Leonardo headed home, and so did you. On the way home, you texted Leonardo, thanking him for his time and reminding him of his promise.

-you better show me what's under that mask next week

-chill bro, all you gotta do is show up. I'll have you know I'm not one to break my promises.

-we'll see about that

-we will, won't we?

You smiled as you looked up from your phone. The curiosity was killing you, but you trusted that he would show you.

The next week passed slower than usual. If you weren't doing something, your mind would eventually drift to Leonardo. What was hiding that he couldn't show you immediately? You theorized about many different possible options, but you couldn't truly know until you met up with him again.

But slow as it was, the week finally passed and it was time to see what Leonardo had been hiding. You walked through the new familiar doors and looked around for Leonardo.

“Boo!”

“Augh! You- stupid- whatever.”

“C'mon, just a little joke. You aren't mad, are you?”

“No, I can't really get mad at you for that. I just get easily spooked.”

“I can tell.”

“Oh, shut up about it. Now how about we see what's under that mask?”

“Right. Now, before I do this, I should warn you. Whenever I show this to someone, they usually don't want to associate with me anymore. I've heard it all, so whatever you say probably won't hurt me. And whatever you think it is, I can guarantee it's not that. Do you still want to see?”

You paused and thought for a second before saying yes. He made you close your eyes while he took the mask off. When he said he was ready, you opened your eyes to see…

“A…stripe? Wait, you're a…turtle?!”

“Yep. What do you think? Be honest.”

“That's, like…awesome! I can't really think of a better way to put it.”

“So…you like it?”

“Totally! What would I not like about a walking, talking, skateboarding turtle?”

“Well, most people see me and think I'm sort of a rejected lab creation, and while they're not wrong they usually carry a negative connotation with it.”

“It's probably just because they don't get to know you. You're awesome!”

“Aw, thanks.”

“Wait, does that mean your brothers-”

“Are turtles too? Yep.”

“Woah. Can I meet them?”

“Uh, maybe next week? I don't think they would exactly be fond of me bringing home a human unannounced.”

“Do they even know about me? Have you told them?”

“Well I've mentioned you once or twice, but they don't even know anything about you. They don't even know that you know I'm not human.”

“Oof. Well, you better tell them because I totally want to meet them now.”

“Haha, I think I can work something out. But for now, I wanna see your cool tricks! We keep getting distracted.”

During your late night skate session, you had to stop for a second because you were hungry. Leonardo stopped as well and walked over to where you were standing, slouched over.

“Hey, you good? Looking a little weak there.”

“Yeah I’m okay, I just forgot to eat before I came here.”

“Woah, that’s not good. Hm…oh! I know this good Asian place down the road from here, it should still be open.”

“Oh, I love Asian food, and I totally would, but I don’t have any money on me.”

“Eh, I can cover you.”

“What? You don’t have to do that.”

“Please, allow me. I would feel bad if you were to faint from hunger under my watch.”

“Well, if you insist, I’m not going to refuse.”

“Come on, then. Follow me, I’ll take you there. You need some help?” You nodded as Leonardo grabbed your hand and started leading you out of the building. He slowly led you out of the building and down the streets.

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine-” You were silenced by the sound of your stomach growling from hunger.

“Maybe not. Here, stand back.”

You stepped back as Leonardo pulled out what seemed to be a sword. He started moving it in a circle until a portal appeared in front of you.

“You can make portals too?!”

“It’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you one day, but for now we need to get you food. Come on, this should lead us straight there.”

You cautiously followed Leonardo through the portal, and stepped out on the other side right next to the restaurant.

“Wow, that was impressive. Can your brothers do that?”

“No, but they have their own special abilities. And anyway, how are you not focused on your hunger? You’re nearly starving.”

Leonardo led you inside, and the lady behind the counter greeted the two of you.

“Hello, you two! Out on a little late night date, are we?”

You just chuckled at the comment, but Leonardo was quick on his feet.

“A date? I mean, one could call it that. Only if you want.” He looked at you as he said that.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Leonardo ordered for the both of you, and you sat down at a table to wait for your food.

“You should ask your brothers if I can meet them. I’m really curious about them.”

“Man, you are quite insistent on meeting my brothers, huh?”

“Well, it’s not every day that you learned that you’re actually friends with a mutant turtle, let alone that he has brothers who are also mutant turtles! And you’re super awesome and nice, so I bet they are too! Why would I not want to meet them?”

“Well since you have to be so nice about it, I guess I can ask them. I have no clue if any of them will be up this late, though, so I can’t promise a fast result.”

“That’s okay. Oh, but when am I going to meet them? Or where? I have no clue where you guys live.”

“Well, we’re pretty free, so whenever you have time during the day probably works for us. As for where…”

“What about your place? I think it would probably be a good idea to meet them in their natural environment, y’know, so they don’t have to feel stressed or anything like that.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Although, nothing about our home would be considered normal.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, for starters it’s pretty big. And it’s underground. We’ve got a lot of cool stuff as well. We have an arcade room, a humongous garage, a skate ramp…”

“You have a skate ramp inside your home?! No wonder you’re so good at skating.”

“Oh, stop it.”

The waiter came over with the food, and made another comment about the two of you.

“Here’s your food, nice and hot. Don’t stay here just talking too long now.” Leonardo took this opportunity to show you how sharp his wits truly were.

“Nice and hot, huh? The food’s not the only nice and hot thing here.”

“Are you…talking about me?”

“Maybe, maybe not. You’ll never know.”

“Oh, you’re so stupid. I’m eating, you have fun doing whatever you’re doing over there.”

You and Leonardo finished up your food, and finalized your plans to meet up with his brothers. Much to Leonardo’s surprise, all of his brothers responded before you finished eating, and all of his brothers had agreed to meet you in their home.

“Thank you so much for everything tonight. Definitely one of the best nights I’ve had in a while.”

“It was my pleasure, only the best for my best skateboarding friend.”

“You’re too kind. I’m excited to meet your brothers.” You and Leonardo started walking out after saying good night to the employees.

“I’m sure they’ll love you. Have a good night!”

“You too, Leonardo!”

A few days later, Leonardo texted you to help you get to his home to meet his brothers.-now turn left and you should see an alleyway down the street. once you get there, just wait a couple of minutes and I’ll be there to lead you the rest of the way.

-I better not be getting kidnapped

-wow, I buy you food and this is how you treat me? you’re lucky I even let you in at all.

-okay, okay, I trust you. happy now?

-I guess

-how about dinner on me next time?

-wow, making moves huh? you’re slick

-...I don’t even know what to say anymore.

During the texting, Leonardo had snuck up behind you. He scared you when he spoke up.

“How about you come say hello to my brothers?”

“Damn it Leo- would you stop scaring me?”

“It’s so cute the way you react when you get scared though. And I don’t mean any harm, I hope you know that. Now, come on, you’ve been waiting a while for this, haven’t you?”

“I sure have. Where are we headed?”

“Look down.” Confused, you looked down to see a manhole at your feet. You looked back at Leonardo, and he gestured you to move out of the way as he lifted the manhole cover.

“It’s not as bad as you think.”

“Well, I’ve gone this far.”

As you climbed down into the manhole, Leonardo started to lead you through the sewers. He seemed to know these dreary hallways like the back of his hand. After several minutes of walking through the sewers, you eventually saw a light coming from somewhere up ahead. You followed Leonardo down the hall, until eventually reaching the end, where he began something of a grand introduction.

“Welcome to my humble abode. Hey guys, they’re here!” As he presumably called to his brothers, you stood in awe as you took in everything that was in front of you. It was bigger than you could have ever imagined. There were so many rooms, so much graffiti all over the walls, string lights everywhere. Leonardo grabbed your hand and pulled you along to somewhere else though.

“C’mon, it’s time!” Your excitement could hardly be contained as Leonardo led you to the bottom layer of the area. Leonardo stopped in front of what you assumed were his brothers.

“y/n, meet my brothers. This is Raphael.”

“You can just call me Raph. Leo’s mentioned you a few times, but it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“This is Michelangelo.”

“Hello! I’ve been super excited to meet you! Leo says you’re really good at skateboarding. You’ll have to show me your moves later!”

“And this is Donatello.”

“Hello, nice to meet you. I do have a nickname, but I reserve it for people who are close to me. I mean no offense with this, as I’m sure you’re a kind individual, but I just don’t know you very well. With time you should be able to call me by my nickname.”

“Well, hello, everyone. My name is y/n. I’ve haven’t really heard much about any of you, but assuming you’re anything like Leo, then we’ll probably get along.”

“Well, how about we show you around? I’m sure you’ll get to know them along the way.” Leonardo and his brothers proceeded to show you around the very large area in which they lived. Along the way, you managed to pick up a few tidbits of information about each of his brothers. Raph was the oldest and seemed to be the leader of the group, but he also had a very soft heart. Mikey was the youngest of the four and was definitely the creative one. Donatello was the smart one, and was often very direct about everything.

“So how did you meet Leo, anyway?”

“Well, one of my hobbies happens to be skating, and one night when I went out to skate, he was the only one at the skatepark I went to. Then we kinda made plans to meet up there every week.”

“So that’s what you’ve been doing! Leo sometimes comes home late at night with a big smile on his face and just a little happier than usual, but he never mentioned you when he did that. Now I’m starting to put some dots together.”

“Well, that can happen when you hang around such an amazing skater such as myself.”

“How about you live up to that claim, huh? Show us some moves.” Leonardo finally spoke up. You took it as a challenge, and everyone headed over to the skate ramp.

After showing everyone what you could do on a skateboard, and a couple more hours of just hanging out with the turtles, you eventually had to head home. After saying your goodbyes, Leonardo showed you the way out.

“See you soon!”

“Yeah! If you ever want to come back over, just text me!”

“Will do!”

However, you would remain oblivious to the conversation that was about to follow.After walking you out, Leonardo started walking back to his room, but little did he know that Michelangelo was following him.

“Ah, man, that was nice. Now time to lay back and-”

“Oh, Leo~”

“Mikey? Did you need something?”

“Mmmm, not exactly.”

“Then what’s up?”

“I should be asking you that. Seems you and y/n have a little something going on.”

“Yeah, we hang out quite a bit. It’s been pretty nice.”

“Leo, I’m going to get straight to the point. I think it’s pretty obvious you like them.”

“Woah, that’s quite an assumption. Care to run me through your thought process here?”

“Well first off, you regularly went to hang out with them, a human. That doesn’t happen very often. Next, you revealed the fact that you’re a mutant turtle. You don’t exactly do that for everyone. And they told me about your little “date” you went on. Listen, Leo, you know I’m the expert on these things, you can’t hide them from me.”

“…Fine, I’ll admit it. They’re just so…I don’t know how to describe it. Something about them just draws me to them.”

“I think it’s because you guys are so similar. You bounce off of each other. I’d give it a bit more time, but you should tell them how you feel.”

“Ahh, I don’t know. It’s hard. I think they just see it like a normal friendship.”

“You never know until you try. Like I said, give it some time and we’ll see where it goes. I’ll be your wingman, give you tips and tricks. And I’ll keep on the down low, but I can’t promise that Donnie and Raph won’t find out. That’s out of my control.”

“Heh, thanks.”

A few weeks passed, and you hung out with Leonardo and his brothers more and more. You learned more about each of them, but you noticed Mikey being particularly weird whenever you and Leo were hanging out.

“Raph, have you noticed anything weird going on between Leonardo and Michelangelo?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t been able to figure out what they’re up to. I think it might have something to do with you, though.”

“Me?”

“Well I can’t be sure, but I feel like I often overhear your name in their conversations.”

“Oh, that makes me all the more nervous about what they’re doing.”

“Eh, knowing them, it can’t be anything bad. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

“If you say so. I’ll trust your judgment on this one.”

A few months had passed now, and you were a lot more comfortable with your turtle friends. You were allowed in their home at any time, and Donatello had even come to know you well enough for him to let you call him Donnie. Leonardo made his classic one liners. Raph and Michelangelo often cheered you on whenever you showed off your moves on the ramp in their home. But nothing ever came of Leonardo and Michelangelo’s scheming, and over time you forgot about it. However, it never stopped and you would soon come to learn what it was all about.

One night, Leo had texted you, asking you to meet up at the entrance to their home.

-make sure to bring your skateboard, I’ve got a little surprise for you

-it’s pretty late leonardo, you better have something good

-I think you’ll like it

You arrived at the meeting spot, with Leonardo already waiting for you.

“Hop on your board, we’ve got a long ways to go.”

Leo started, leading you through all the secret alleyways and tunnels. You managed to keep up, but your legs were starting to get tired from the distance you were riding.

“Are we there yet?”

“Almost, just another minute or two.”

By this point, you were on the outskirts of town. Leonardo was headed further and further away from the city. You were becoming more and more curious as to where he was taking you. Eventually you stopped at the bottom of a hill.

“I won’t make you ride up this. Follow me.”

Again he pulled out his sword and made another portal. You trusted it would take you to the top of the hill, and it certainly did. What you didn’t expect was a little area hidden in the brush which had a perfect view of the city.

“Woah, Leo, this is insane. How did you find this?”

“Spots like these are my specialty. Come, sit.”

He invited you to sit next to him and watch the city, which looked very different at night.

“Is there a reason you brought me out here?”

“Uhm, yes, actually. I’ve been reserving this spot for a special occasion. Y’know, we’ve been hanging out a lot these past few months, and we’ve come to know each other pretty well. But there’s something about myself I haven’t told you, and I think it’s pretty important that you know.”

“Okay, go ahead. I’m listening.”

“I-I really like you. You’re just a cool person, and when we hang out or go skating together, I don’t know, something about you just seems that much cooler. And the fact that you’re even willing to hang out with me in the first place is already amazing. I understand if you don’t return the feelings, I just-”

“Wait, so all of those stupid pick up lines were actual attempts at trying to get with me?”

“Kind of? Most of them were jokes, but they did actually mean I liked you.”

“Well, funnily enough, those pick up lines kind of worked…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well when we first met, I did just see you as a good friend. But I think your sense of humor accidentally made me like you too. I didn’t say anything because I thought that was just you being you, and I didn’t think those stupid little pick up lines meant anything. So I just left those feelings alone, destined to be banished to the recesses of my mind for the rest of eternity.”

Leonardo paused for a moment, before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. You returned the gesture.

“So, are we like, together now?”

“Only if you want.” Leonardo smiled.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” You smiled back at him before turning your head back to look at the city. This was certainly a surprise you liked.

#tmnt 2018 #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #leonardo rottmnt #leonardo x reader #rise leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #lykaios writes

27 notes · View notes

alovesongshewrote · 1 year

Text

Baby Boy (Derogatory) | Eddie Munson x Reader HCs

Plot: jason carver is a little shit, but you're something worse- a condescending bitch [Eddie Munson x GN!Reader]

Word count: 763

Warnings: none

A/N: it's always been funny to me that jason was so antagonistic to someone who was like, at least two years older than him. it's very, "who's this sassy toddler?" to me. i know he's an actual threat in canon, but also,,,, haha, he's 12. anyway, if anyone has a better name for these hcs, lmk

Jason Carver is a fuckin dick

Calls people freaks, leads mobs against innocent men, threatens to break people’s fingers

Etc

Thing is, compared to steve and eddie

He’s like

Six years old?

Now, it’s not like eddie can do anything with this, he’s still trapped by the confines of high school

If he fights back on any level, it'll be worse for him

And Steve, well

Steve loses every fight he gets into (if he’s not trying to kill)

And even if he tried to go all mean girl on jason, he would make a fatal mistake-

He would treat jason like a peer

Not like a friend, but like a person his age

You, however?

You are two things

1) aware that jason carver is Little

And

2) Fed Up With His Shit

And, y'know, bonus third thing

Graduated

So, one day, when he decides to provoke eddie while you’re picking the kids up from hellfire

You just kinda

Snap?

You wander up beside your metalhead

Completely ignoring the little jock man

And you go

“Hi :D”

Wrapping an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and giving him a pat on the chest

A silent

“Dw bby, i got this”

Jason is not impressed

He clears his throat and glares at you when you finally turn to face him

And he gives you his most privileged

“Do you mind? We were in the middle of something.”

You don’t answer just yet

First

You look the little shit up and down

Not so subtly judging him

You squint at his face a little, too, as if you can’t figure out who the fuck he is

And then you go

“Hey, you’re that little jock kid, from the baseball team!”

And you have another big smile on your face

Though this one is completely fake, unlike the one you gave eddie

Jason doesn’t seem to give a shit about your falsified cheshire grin

He just huffs out a, “It’s the basketball team, actually.”

And crosses his arms

You nod, pretending to care

And you go

“Oh, I’m so sorry young man,” in the tone one would use to address a grumpy fourth grader

His face goes red

But before he can even begin to retaliate, you check your watch

And you go

“Oh no, it’s getting late. Do you need a ride home, kiddo?”

And you give jason just

This death stare

Fake smile, wide eyes

And it’s just this beautiful mixture of piss-your-pants levels of terrifying, mythic bitch, and condescending Karen

Eddie sees it and falls even more in love, jason falls into hate

He can barely stutter out a, “I-I’m fine,” in the face of your face

Once he does your smile widens

You give him a little, “Aww, you can drive all by yourself?”

And you do that thing where you pat his face in a way that’s just, just short of a slap

Which you follow up with an even more bitchy, “Aw, Jayden! I’m so proud of you!”

Then you back off before he can respond, pulling eddie with you

You can hear jason yell out, trying to correct you on his name, but you

Don’t care

You’re too busy trying to hide your massive- and now genuine- smile

You and eddie manage to get yourselves into your car before you lose it

The kids are sitting in the back, very confused, and very annoyed that you aren’t driving yet

But hey, tough tiddies, they’re notorious for making you wait for them to finish hellfire

They can wait five minutes while you and eddie cackle over jason’s pissed off face

Eventually

Jason stops stomping around his car and drives off

Eddie gets into his van, and you drive the kids home

And later that night

When you stop by Eddie’s trailer

You’re standing in his doorway for all of two seconds before he’s got you against the wall with his lips on yours

You giggle a bit

(giggle)

And you ask

“What’s this for?”

He responds, breathlessly

“You’re amazing, you know that? Amazing.”

You laugh now, fully

And you say, “I don’t know why you even bother to humor that kid. He’s like, six years old, just push him, or something.”

The smile he gives you is perfect, you just wanna lick him or something, but he’s talking, so you let him speak:

“Yeahhh, if I do that Higgins will have my head, so…”

“Man, we can’t let her do that- you have so many nice features there!”

You proceed to prove your point by kissing him on those nice features

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gender neutral!reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #x reader

76 notes · View notes

archoniluthradanar · 1 year

Text

Portrait of a Volturi mate - Demetri

I'm the human mate to a Volturi guard.

I lived in Italy for a long time, an expatriate from England. My parents moved here when I was 2 years old, they died when I was 23 years old. I am now 26 years old, alone save for a year old cat named Vixen. I had her fixed so she wouldn't prowl around, but she still does. Not for male cats, of course, but just to make her mother upset. She will vanish for 2 to 3 days, then return home, rubbing against my legs and meowing for lunch as if I had not been worried to death about her. I try to get angry with her, but end up picking her up and hugging her tightly, just happy she's back home again. And that is how I met Demetri.

Vixen had disappeared again. The sky looked ominous, and I worried she would be caught out of doors during a rain storm. I wandered the neighborhood, calling her name, when I saw a handsome darker blonde-haired man watching me, a smile on his face. He seemed to be wearing an expensive black suit, but I really found his gel-scrunched hair quite attractive. He noticed me staring at him, so I moved onward, calling for my errant cat.

The next thing I know, the man is standing at my side. "How did you do that?" I asked.

"Do what," he replied, the smile still on his face,

"Get over here so fast."

"Are you looking for someone?" he asked, clearly curious and ignoring my question.

"My cat, Vixen. She gets out all the time and doesn't come right home, but the weather looks like it may take a turn for the worse tonight."

"Let me help you then," he offered, much to my gratitude. "My name is Demetri."

We both looked for Vixen, me calling her out to her with threats of cheap dry cat food if she did not appear right now. I heard Demetri laugh low. He moved to stand behind me, very close behind me. I had the feeling he was smelling me or something. Or maybe he was just smelling Vixen on me. It was all very strange. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along until we reached a house.

I heard meowing and looked up. My silly cat was stuck on the roof of the house. I turned to look at Demetri. "She won't come down on her own. She may act brave as far as running all over the village, but she won't jump."

"I'll take care of this for you," Demetri said. He ran backwards about 15 feet, then ran back toward the house and jumped high, yet landed on the roof with very little noise. I stared, my mouth open in shock, as I watched the man pick up Vixen and then drop off the roof, handing my bad cat to my waiting arms.

"Thank you, Demetri," I said, absolutely stunned at what he had just done and his silent grace in doing it.

He reached up to pet Vixen's head, then looked at me, the same hand stroking my cheek. "We'd better get inside your house. The rain is nearly here."

I could smell it in the air as well. Before we reached my house, the downpour hit. Just as we got inside, lightning streaked across the night sky, thunder following close behind.

I wondered why Demetri had done what he did, saving my cat and revealing himself to me as the bionic man or whatever he was.

I put out a bowl of Vixen's favourite food, despite my threats. While she ate, I brought out two towels, tossing one to Demetri and using the other to dry my own wet hair.

"Take off your jacket and hang it on the chair by the fireplace. Thank you for lighting that, by the way." He gave me another warm smile and my heart melted. He removed his dress shirt, saying, "If it's alright with you, it's rather wet as well."

I couldn't help but stare, before I coughed and looked away.

After I had changed my clothes in the bedroom and then gone into the kitchen to boil water for tea, we sat on the floor by the fire. I noticed the flames of the fire reflecting in Demetri's eyes, making them appear red. I tried again not to stare.

I soon brought out a tray with a pot of herbal tea and two cups, and a small plate of cookies. "I'm sorry I have no men's clothes to offer you." The statement seemed to please Demetri, and I knew why. I currently had no men in my life. But why would he care.

"Want some tea and cookies? I made them myself." I poured tea and picked up one of the cookies, taking a bite. Demetri had politely refused both.

We spent the next two hours or so talking about our lives. In some respects, he was cagey with giving answers to my questions, and quite open with others. Vixen had curled up next to Demetri, and fallen asleep. Later, he took my hand and gazed into my eyes for so long, I felt a hot flush suffuse my cheeks. He said he had to go, but would I mind if he came back. I agreed, unable to move my gaze from his.

Demetri put on his nearly dry shirt, and still-damp jacket, then opened the front door. He cupped my cheek and gave me a deep kiss. I watched as he jumped over the stone wall of my yard and vanished into the darkness.

True to his word, he did come back, and we went out for dates, lots of dates, some a few hours, others an entire day. He finally revealed his secret to me. He was a vampire. And he said with such certainty, I was to be his mate for all time. It was strange, yet it felt so right. I easily agreed.

When Demetri introduced me to his coven leaders, it was Marcus who saved me from Aro by telling him I was Demetri's destined mate. Since then, the head Volturi Master has only ever been kind to me.

And as to my mate? He has been the light of my life. I will be like him soon, but I secretly wondered if animals could be changed. Vixen actually behaves when he's around, the traitorous feline. I can't be angry with her though. After all, it was she who had brought Demetri and me together.

#the volturi #demetri volturi #Volturi mates #volturi fanfiction

42 notes · View notes

frogspawned · 1 month

Text

this is such incredibly poor reasoning. biden is actively alienating his own party, you know, the thing he needs to have behind him to win, the people who want him to win this fucked up binary of bad options, to appeal to people who absolutely will not vote for him. who cares if they are stirred up! they don't like him anyways! they were never going to be swayed to the left, particularly in the current extremely polarized political climate in the united states. you're alienating your base for ZERO return. why are mainstream democrats always pulling this same tired routine? it has NEVER worked! you're just cutting away your own support, like some idiot sawing at his own rope while dangling over a cliff, because some of the other guy's might slip loose (spoiler they won't).

if trump wants to be the most pro-israel president in history, why are you competing with him for it? let him fucking die on that hill. your actual voters, your staff, the whole fucking world world are all BEGGING you to get off the hill.

"my opponent wants to wear the shit crown, but gosh, his followers -- who hate me viscerally and will never support me under any circumstances -- won't like it if i don't fight for the shit crown. oh well! guess i better wear it first!"

i'm already holding my fucking nose knowing i'm going to have to vote for this joke, because the alternative is the the same but worse! at least i can try to shame biden, and pressure him! we've moved the needle incrementally, and the momentum is building. too slow, but it is. the us abstained for the last UN vote for ceasefire. which is not enough, laughably paltry by any stretch, but at least it's creeping in the right direction. trump's going to continue to fund israel's war machine gleefully, with no hold's barred, if not ramp it up. he will actively enjoy any protest as red meat for his followers. because then he can whinge and posture and puff himself up. biden has an emotional attachment to the idea of israel? who gives a shit joe! maybe one should care more about the reality than the idea, and the reality is undeniable at this point. it's standing stark and naked before the world.

the reality is the united states has poured BILLIONS into a genocide machine who openly celebrates ethnic cleansing. idf soldiers put up selfies and funny tiktoks, and loot the homes of the palestinians they've slaughtered for the crime of existing on land they want. idf snipers target aid workers and doctors and children. they block food and medicine. they blow up trucks of flour. this is not speculation -- even if someone doesn't believe what their own eyes can see, every day, of the horrors pouring out of palestine, then take israel's word for it. they're proud of what their doing. they celebrate it. they snipe old women and beat old men to death, use children as bait for ambulance drivers, tear down homes and temples and mosques and centuries old olive groves then post it for their friends and family to see. they actively corroborate their own war crimes on tiktok.

but because it's easy, because the us has always done it, because it makes money for contractors and makes evangelicals giddy about the apocalypse, we'll just continue to pour anti tank rounds into their hands, missiles, drones, whatever tools they need to """mow the grass"""" in gaza. the military industrial complex has the us in an inescapable chokehold, in every facet of our lives, and god forbid we stop throwing lives and money and blood down the endless money hole. they might stop bombing people if we stop sending them bombs! and then how will israel sell that prime beach front property?

and in a decade we'll wring our hands and coo about what a tragedy it was, how sad, how inevitable, and throw up a fucking memorial in some park so we'll never forget.

#i am so angry i am so fucking angry it feels like my heart is going to tear itself out of my chest i can't fucking take this anymore FUCK #frog croaks

4 notes · View notes

adrift-in-thyme · 1 year

Text

Day 6: Secrets Revealed (Time & Everyone)

Ao3 link

Quick disclaimer: I DO NOT subscribe to the headcanon that Legend and Fable are siblings. I don’t have a problem with the headcanon, I just like them better as a ship. So I don’t see them as related in ANY WAY.

Cw for description of past/canonical character death (spoiler alert: it’s young Time from the Downfall Timeline), blood and injury, and electrocution (yup, again)

——————————-

There’s nothing necessarily wrong with Legend’s Hyrule. In fact, as far as Time can tell, there’s really nothing wrong with it at all. It’s a beautiful land, still standing strong despite its adversities. No shortage of kind and hospitable people live within it, most notable of which is its ruler, Princess Zelda.

Fable is what Legend calls her with way too much affection (and blushing) to not ignite suspicion. And no sooner has she learned that they’ve arrived in Hyrule, than she invites them into the castle.

Between getting to witness the veteran’s face turn bright red every time someone brings up his and Fable’s close relationship; and having the cleanest, safest, most comfortable lodgings they’ve enjoyed in months, Time knows his spirits should be high. Yet ever since they stepped from the latest portal into Legend’s home time, a strange feeling of discomfort has plagued him. And being within the castle walls only makes it worse.

Every room holds some unimaginable threat, unseen yet still pricking at the corners of his awareness. Every hallway leads to secrets he cannot find. Though he is no stranger to the dark mysteries Hyrule has harbored throughout history, this is different. But for the life of him, Time can’t figure out why.

Then, a week into their stay, Fable takes them on a tour of the castle.

They’ve seen parts of it before when walking to their rooms or following Legend on his own “mini-tours.” But never to this extent.

They trail after her upstairs and down, into the vast library and kitchens, peeking through side rooms and past closed doors. She even shows them the dungeons, though she looks distinctly uncomfortable being there. It’s not long before Legend suggests they head back up, and Time doesn’t miss the look of relieved gratefulness she sends his way.

Finally, the only place left to see is the room at the very top of the castle.

“It’s truly magnificent,” she says with a smile. “Though it was damaged extensively during the legendary hero’s fight with Ganondorf, it has been many years since then. Many years in which it has been rebuilt into the beauty it is today.”

Time doesn’t doubt her words. If this room is anything at all like the one in his Hyrule it will be a thing of beauty. But as they climb the many stairs leading up to it, the feeling of dread increases. He finds himself slowing down, almost dragging his feet, as it grows stronger, and stronger, draining the air from his lungs, the energy from his movements. By the time they reach the destination, he has drifted to the very back of the group.

They pause for a moment while Fable opens the door, and Warriors casts a questioning glance at him over his shoulder. Time does his best to ignore it. There’s no reason to have the Captain worrying over him, after all. This is merely another instance of the paranoia that attacks sometimes. Like when he awakens in the night, certain that time has slipped through his fingers. Or when he pauses in the middle of a task to check for a sinister moon glowering down on him from above.

It’s a bit of meaningless fear, and nothing more.

When they enter the room, however, it becomes infinitely more difficult to convince himself of that.

It’s large and spacious, and the sun shines brightly through the stained glass windows. But it feels impossibly small, impossibly dark and Time struggles to breathe.

He walks to one of the windows and looks out. It’s difficult to see much through the panes. Still, it allows him some sense of freedom. If he squints, he can make out the castle gardens, if he closes his eye he can pretend he’s down there amongst the apple trees.

Anywhere except here where the world seems to press down on him mercilessly.

“You know,” Legend is saying, now, in the tone, he always uses when about to launch into an animated and likely controversial tale, “they say the hero who came before me died in this very spot.”

“Really?” Wind asks, sounding awed.

Warriors snickers. “I don’t believe it.”

“Well, believe it,” the veteran retorts. “He died here while defending Princess Zelda. Or trying to anyway. There was so much blood they had to replace the floors.”

Something cold and horribly unpleasant settles in Time’s gut, and he swallows hard.

“They would have had to do it anyway,” Fable points out. “They were damaged from the battle.”

“That hero,” Wind asks, brows pinched in a frown, “he was fighting Ganondorf, right?”

Legend smiles, bitterly. “Who else?”

“Sounds like he was as brave as the rest of us,” Twilight says. “Shame, he met with such a terrible fate.”

A terrible fate.

Time turns slowly, to stare at the spot in the center of the room. If breathing was difficult before, it’s impossible now.

He takes a step, then another and another, past Legend and Fable, past Wind and Twilight, until he’s standing in the middle of the room. They’re talking still, maybe even to him, but he can no longer hear them. Every word is drowned out by the rushing sound filling his ears, mingling with agonized screams.

His screams.

Time can see it all now, feel it too. He wonders how he didn’t before.

He sees himself, a boy fighting a battle for a man, sees the lightning crackling through the sky, feels himself try to lift his shield. But his limbs are heavy, his body exhausted from countless prior blows, and it’s already too late. Electricity collides with his body, and he falls back with a cry. It burns like nothing he has ever known, setting fire to his very veins, and forcing blood into his mouth. And when it’s over he is left empty and broken, a vessel of the gods no longer of use.

“Get up, Link!” Navi cries, buzzing over his head in nauseating circles. “It’s not over yet! You have to get up!”

But he can’t—not for her, not for Zelda who watches in horror yet can’t even cry out. He lacks the strength to do anything except lie there in his own blood as Ganondorf laughs and the walls crumble around him.

The end comes, heralded by the sounds of his own failure.

And then the memory breaks and reality comes crashing in once more. Time stumbles backward with a gasp, nearly tripping over Wind in the process.

Every eye in the room is on him as he stands there, his usually unbreakable composure long shattered. A long, tense moment passes. Then, Twilight steps toward him.

“You okay, Old Man? What happened?”

Time lets out a shuddering breath. He knows now why this place felt secretive and haunted; he knows now why entering this room felt like walking to his doom.

The words come out before he can stop them.

“I was the one who died here.”

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday6 #canonical character death #blood and injury #electrocution #linkeduniverse #lu time #trin writes #ALSO #please forgive my horrible castle navigation skills #I’ve got not idea where anything is tbh #especially not in legend’s Hyrule cause I haven’t gotten to play his games yet #so yeah #please bear with me

31 notes · View notes