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Only Devils in the Building

Episode One: Elevator from Hell

Nico Hischier x Reader, Platonic Jack Hughes x reader

Warnings: none

99 Hudson was the residential center of Jersey. It’s the epitome of wealth and elegance. Anyone who is anyone in Jersey lives at the 99 Hudson. From rich businessman to local celebrities to Hoboken models, 99 Hudson has got it all.

Including an absurd amount of New Jersey Devils.

Three weeks into living at the 99 I met Jack Hughes. AirPods tucked into my ears, I hit play on the Buff City Boys podcast, the familiar voice of Tony Granzia flooding through. It was probably a bad idea to be listening to the work of my former employer only three weeks after being fired but I couldn’t help it. It was the mosquito bite I had to itch, the acne spot I had to pick at, the chapped lip I couldn’t stop gnawing on.

I needed to hear everything from him.

I didn’t hear the man come up behind me, I didn’t even see him until the elevator had reached the 69th floor and his presence crowded behind me to get in. He was impatient and fidgety, standing directly in front of the closed doors and tapping his foot impatiently.

The Yankees logo on his backwards hat caught my attention first, my lips pursing with distaste at the sight. Then I noticed the way his ears stuck out, elvish and funky with his curls tucked behind them.

The elevator continued its descent and I finished eyeing him up and down just in time for him to turn over his shoulder and look at me. Icy blue eyes locked into mine, and a crooked smile took over his face for a moment before his thin lips opened to speak. Almost instantly, I realized who he was, familiar with the face of the middle Hughes brother that’s caused envy in every New York hockey team. I watched him speak, hiding my amusement when he titled his head, confused with my lack of response.

Cheeks turning pink, his already youthful face looked even younger with his flush of embarrassment and I finally pulled an AirPod out of my ear, halting the podcast.

Jack made a noise of realization, nodding his head as he laughed to himself. “I was just saying that you’d think they’d make the elevator faster for such a big building.”

That was a weird thing to say, I thought. Maybe not to people who like to make conversation with strangers, but I’m not one of them. Blinking a few times, I glimpsed at the number above the door.

5th floor

My gaze fell back to Jack. “That’s probably why there’s six elevators.” The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I tucked my AirPod back in, waiting patiently for him to turn and leave. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, unashamed in their quizzical gaze before he stepped out and I followed. We walked a few feet apart from each other to the front door, his footsteps muffled by my AirPods but I could hear him clearly when I held the door open and he let out a cheerful, “Thanks!”

We broke away from each other after that, him heading towards an expensive looking BMW idling in on the valet and me down the sidewalk to the main street. Even as he climbed in the front seat of the car, I felt his eyes on me.

He’s cute, I thought to myself, in a weird way.

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A week later I met Nico Hischier.

Again in the elevator, I had just hit the door close button when a hand snuck into the crack of it and the two doors shot open. The same blue eyes and Yankees cap I’d seen the week before greeted me, Jack’s face splitting into a goofy smile when he saw me.

He stepped in, this time standing in the corner opposite of me. Behind him trailed another familiar face, and I assumed he was a teammate of Jack’s based on the similar gait they had, but I couldn’t quite place the name.

If Jack was cute, then this man was beautiful. He was only a few inches taller than Jack, but his large shoulders and presence seemed to take up the whole elevator. He was already watching me when I met his gaze, large brown eyes drinking me in like I was hot tea on a bitter cold rainy day. His full, pink lips were parted like he wanted to say something before they quickly fell shut. He did that for a couple seconds, lips moving like a fish out of water but he never spoke and neither did I.

He didn’t look nervous though or uncomfortable at all, unlike Jack. No, he looked content, at peace in the elevator that suddenly felt too small.

What does one say to someone who looks as good as him? I didn’t know and frankly I never thought I’d figure it out. Outside of sports, my mind has a hard time coming up with words especially words meant for men with pretty eyes.

Jack stole my attention when he started craning his neck around to look at me curiously. Turning to him with narrowed eyes, I wondered what in the world he was looking for. After a moment he stilled, eyes meeting mine and he smirked.

“Had to make sure you’d hear me this time,” he teased and I immediately pulled the white case out of my coat pocket, flicking the top open. I was never going to actually put the AirPods in but it was funny to watch the way his eyes widened in offense when I reached to pull a bud out.

“Wait! I want to talk!” He argued, reaching over to flick the top shut. I couldn’t hide my amusement that time, smiling in victory as he huffed.

“You’ve got until the doors open.” I said, trying my best to ignore the heavy gaze of his teammate on my face. Was he looking at the acne spot on my chin? Or at my mouth? Or maybe he’s noticing the little bump on the bridge of my nose? Not knowing made me want to throw something at him.

I pressed back into the wall instead, my lungs feeling tight. Unsure of what to do with myself, I focused back to Jack.

“You just move in right?”

I shrugged. “Like a month ago, why?”

“I moved in early this summer, never saw you before. And Nico has lived here forever and hadn’t seen you either.”

Where was he going with this? They were looking for me? “Congrats?”

Jack rolled his eyes. The elevator continued to climb but not nearly fast enough. Six elevators and I still get stuck in the one with him.

“Where’d you live before?”

I glanced at the number. 52nd floor.

“Buffalo,” I said, watching the number move up and up.

Jack made a noise of approval. “You know who we are.” He responded, no question about it. I didn’t conform or deny his words, just looked between the two of them. Nico was still eyeing me with that sparkly glint in his eyes.

“You’ve got a very familiar voice,” Jack continued, taking a step towards me like he was a child with a sweet tooth stepping up to an ice cream counter. “Have we met before?”

“No,” I said and the elevator showed the 65th floor.

“What’s your name?”

I waited for the elevator to ding and the doors to open. “Y/n,” I said quickly, moving in front of Nico and his large presence but refusing to look into those stupid eyes if his again. Before Jack could even begin to say another word I stepped out, heading left towards my apartment and hoping to god his was the other way.

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I didn’t learn Nico’s name until two days later.

A baseball game was playing on the tv, two teams I didn't care about but the Mets were coming up next so I had it on in the background. It was good white noise to have while I worked, or at least attempted to. My laptop sat blank in front of me, all editing and writing projects falling flat. I was spending too much time caught up on Tony Granzia and it was keeping me from moving on. I knew that was the truth but that didn't keep from racking up listens for him.

I would have been annoyed by the banging on my door, loud and insistent, if I had actually been doing something worthwhile. But any attempts at trying to get back on the saddle were failing and I couldn't look at my screen anymore. So I got up and went to the door, answering it because I already knew who was going to be on the other side and I wasn't that annoyed by him anymore.

"Good you're home," Jack greeted, Nico standing behind him looking far more sheepish than he had in the elevator. He still looked at me with those glimmering eyes but he seemed to be chewing on the inside of his lip by the way his jaw moved and his dimple sunk into his cheek.

Jack pushed forward and I barely had time to move aside before he would've quite literally mowed me down. Nico stayed in his place for a moment, wide eyed as his friend moved deeper into my entryway and then he smiled, embarrassed and shy.

"Uh, Nico." He introduced, taking his hand out of his sweats pocket to hold out to me. I reached over and shook it, trying not to think about how his palms were warm and a bit sweaty, but he was strong. So strong that my pinky finger popped when he squeezed his finger and I pulled my hand back in embarrassment.

"Sorry," he mumbled, but I blew it off and just moved further into the side of the wall so he could come in. Nico seemed to shrink into himself, shoulders hunching forward and he stuck his hands back in his pockets like he was trying to seem smaller. It didn't work and I couldn't help but smile when I closed the door and turned to find him toeing off his Nikes by my discarded shoes.

"Hischier, right?" I asked when he was done and his head whipped around to look at me, eyes crinkling with the large smile that broke across his face.

"Yeah!" He confirmed, "It's Swiss."

There was no other way to describe the swooping feeling in my stomach other than swoon. I was swooning over Nico Hischier who so obviously was Swiss if the slight lisp in his accent and his sock clad feet were anything to go by. That and the beanie on his head had a tiny Swiss flag embroidered on the fold.

"You don't say," I giggled, leading him into the living room. We found Jack there, standing behind my couch and watching the tv. He waited for me to sit on the couch and Nico in the recliner next to it before hopping over the back, shoes and all falling on my couch.

Nico shot him a warning look, thick eyebrows lowering in a scolding look and Jack immediately dropped his feet to the rug.

"Orioles game? Really?" Jack muttered, nose scrunching in judgement and I resisted the urge to tell him that his team was looking worse off than Baltimore.

"I had it on while I was working." I said instead, reaching forward to close my laptop. Not before he caught sight of the blank document though and an eager grin took over his face.

Jack looked at Nico with wide eyes, tipping his head towards me as if trying to get Nico to speak. He just looked at me though, sinking into the cushions of the recliner and that peaceful glaze washed over his face.

I bit at my bottom lip, trying my best to stop from grinning like a fool at him. Jack, ever impatient, took over the conversation again. "Looks like you're just as unproductive us which is great because I have an idea!"

"That must be really hard for you." I replied, fluttering my eyelashes innocently when he frowned with offense.

"It is," he played along, "anyway, I googled you and found your old podcast, the one you did in Buffalo that was really good and then you disappeared from and now it's bad. Anyway, we have the whole summer and we think you should start another one."

It took a bit for his idea to sink in. Mostly because I couldn't believe he googled me and I wanted to know what else came up besides my work in Buffalo. But also because I never imagined Jack Hughes would be bursting into my apartment to tell me that I need my own show.

"What?"

Groaning loudly, Jack grabbed ahold of my shoulders and made me look him dead in the eye.

"Do not touch me." I mumbled, shaking off his hold.

He released me, holding his hands up in the air in defense but his gaze remained serious and locked on mine. "You need to start your own podcast, with us, specifically but like it would mainly be yours because we don't know what we're doing?"

I couldn't help it. "What?" I said again. Not that I didn't hear him or understand, I just didn't know what to say. I had worked on Buff City Boys for three years and only had two episodes I could really claim as mine. I had other editing and segment ideas but they technically fell under Tony's name. And when I had tried to go beyond, be more than a background voice and editor, I had been fired. How was I supposed to do this on my own let alone from scratch? Buff City Boys at least had a following when I got there, something to build off of. I have nothing...except two NHL players.

"You're good." Nico cut in, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward to be closer to us. "I listened to it with Jack a few times, your football episode was great."

Gnawing on the inside of my cheek, I met Nico's gaze. He had such expressive eyes, like every thought and feeling he's ever had has bled out of them. Certain and strong, he didn't waver when I helplessly stared at him for a moment.

"I stole your draft team," he added, dimple sinking into his cheek as he shyly smiled "and for the first time since I moved here I didn't come in last. I made it all the way to the SuperBowl."

I couldn't help but laugh picturing this European hockey player listening to my Fantasy Football breakdown episode and modeling his team after it. I bet Jack was furious, he looked like the type to reveal in his friends embarrassment.

"If you can fix his fantasy team, you can do anything."

The tv screen flashed as the Mets game began, and I sat there for a moment watching the starting lineup pop-up. Nico, pleased with his contributions settled back into the plush chair and propped his feet up on my coffee table. I could feel Jack's eyes on me though and I knew any second he'd be bugging for an answer.

"What do you get out of it?"

It wasn't technically an agreement but they could hear it in my voice because Nico's gaze shined with pride and Jack fist pumped just once before reclining back against the couch.

"Chicks dig guys with podcast." He smirked and I snorted in disbelief.

"Yeah ok, as if hockey player isn't already a bright red flag."

I saw him pout out of the corner of my eye, looking to Nico for backup who was watching us like we were his favorite sitcom. "We get to hang out with you," he said, "which would be fun. And I don't know how radio works either so that'd also be fun."

"Podcast isn't really radio." I replied, biting back a giggle.

"You know what I mean," He scoffed, "besides we need a smart friend, teach us to not be red flags or something."

I looked over at him, found him with big begging doe eyes and before I could second guess myself I said, "Okay, let's do it."

Jack and him high-fived, I returned to watching my favorite team on the TV and Jack tapped the top of my head in thanks. The three of us fell silent, comfortable in this new odd friendship and for the first time since I moved to Jersey I felt like I was home.

Nico broke the silence first. "Can you explain the pitches? Because like what?"

"Oh my god!" Jack huffed, pushing himself up from the couch and moving around the back to go dig around my kitchen most likely. I laughed, patting the cushion next to me and Nico was quick to settle in next to me.

"Don't listen to Jack, he's just mad that we have a better bullpen than the Yankees."

Nico's thigh pressed into the side of mine, warm even though the leggings I was wearing and I didn't stop myself from turning my knee towards him.

"Um hello?! We have Gerrit Cole!" Jack yelled from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes, snickering with Nico.

"Call me when the spider tack runs out and we'll talk about Cole."

Somewhere behind us Jack grumbled and muttered, saying god knows what and Nico just watched and listened.

Six elevators in the whole building and I got stuck with them. How lucky was I?

#nico hischier #new jersey devils #jack hughes #platonic jack hughes x reader #nico hischier x reader #only devils in the building au #nj devils #nico hischier fic #jack hughes fic

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come-chaos · 7 months

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I just finished Farscape S1 again and I think I'm gonna cry. First I was gonna say that they just don't make shows like this anymore, but then I remembered that they never made shows like this in the before either, except for that time when they made Farscape.

It's so weird in such a powerful way. The design choices alone will never leave me alone ever. I'm obsessed, I can't stop staring. Everything is batshit and John Crichton the human, whom we initially expect to chiefly relate to, responds to the batshitness by going increasingly batshit himself, which allows us to view him from the perspective of the alien characters. Suddenly, we see the human as just as alien as everyone else, and this happens again and again, and it's so well done. At the same time, he only becomes more endearing. Aren't we all lost in the chaos? When he chooses gentleness and kindness again and again, I'm overjoyed.

Aeryn is. Aeryn is everything. I love her so much. She's everything, I don't have the words.

And gods, D'Argo has so much soul. Nothing but your standard warrior stereotype on the surface, but underneath, he has such a complex and vulnerable heart. And he's so young. So, so young.

I love Zhaan as a Pa'u and my heart fucking aches for her. I so wish she could have remained happy. I get so angry with the show for taking that from her, but somehow it only seems to increase my obsession with it.

Chiana, who only knows how to engage with the world as an object of desire. It's the oldest story in the book, and yet no one ever seems to tell it from the girl's perspective. Farscape does. Farscape lets her be a real person.

And Farscape does all of this so subtly. You can miss all of this and still enjoy the show, but it's there, and it's incredible.

I haven't mentioned Pilot or Crais yet, but gods, I love Pilot so much, and I'm so weak for the kind of plot twist the end of S1 has in store for Crais. I also haven't mentioned Rygel. The truth is that he annoys me deeply, but I'm also acutely aware that he's essential to this story that I'm so obsessed with. He's one of the many, many mosquito bites of this show, and I just can't stop itching, and it's frustrating as hell, but it feels damn good.

Last but not least, Scorpius. Scorpy Scorps, my man, my sexy, soft-spoken, disgusting blorbo. Oh you tortured torturer in your shiny black fever dream of a fetish outfit. What a backstory you have. I'm gonna stop writing this post now and start watching S2.

#farscape #john crichton #aeryn sun #ka d'argo #chiana #scorpius #personal

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woso-fan13 · 8 months

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Sicktember 2023: 5

Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

You managed to drag yourself out of bed this morning, despite the overwhelming ache and tiredness that was deep in your body. It wasn’t entirely unexpected that you would be tired and sore, you had really been beat up in the game yesterday. Ignoring the dull ache in your head, you pull on sweatpants and a sweatshirt without turning the light on. You would change when you got to practice anyway.

Seeing as you had hit snooze on your alarm more times than you should have, you quickly pull your hair up and brush your teeth while shoving everything in your bag. Impressively, you make it out of your room pretty much on time, and you’re not even the last one on the bus.

You slump into the first empty seat you come across, leaning against the window and closing your eyes. Too soon, the bus has parked at the field and you can hear your teammates gathering everything and getting off.

You stand up with a sigh, grabbing your duffel and throwing it over your shoulder. You take just a second to take a breath, preparing yourself, before you join the chaos of everyone heading into the locker room. You quickly follow, starting to sing along to the song playing.

You throw your bag into your locker, pulling your practice clothes out. You strip off your sweatshirt and pull your practice shirt over your head. As you’re pulling it down, warm hands stop you.

You give Lindsey a questioning look, trying to tug your shirt out of her grip. She remains strong in her hold, fixing you with a look that makes you shut up and stand still. You watch as she pulls the hem of the shirt up, exposing your torso to the room.

She gasps slightly, her fears confirmed. The noise alerts Emily, causing her to lean over and let out a little whistle.

“I’ll admit, I’m impressed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before.”

Lindsey elbows Emily, causing her to start to protest, “this isn’t something to be impressed about, Emily, I- Honestly, I don’t even know what to do about this. I didn’t even know it was still a thing.”

“What are you guys talking about?” you ask confused and somewhat nervous, “why can’t I put my shirt on?”

“Buddy, are you feeling alright?” Lindsey asks, “do you feel sick at all? Or are you itchy?”

You take just a moment to take stock of your body before answering.

“I don’t feel perfect, but I was getting beat up during the game yesterday, so it’s to be expected.”

“But the itch?” Lindsey probes.

“A little, I think I got some mosquito bites yesterday.”

Emily jumps in, “those aren’t bites, Y/N, those are chicken pox.”

“Wha- No, I can’t have chicken pox. Who even gets chicken pox anymore?”

“You, apparently,” Emily chimes in.

Lindsey rolls her eyes at Emily’s nonchalance, “how did you even get chicken pox? I thought you couldn’t get them if you were vaccinated.”

Oh.

“Umm, about that. I kinda don’t…” the rest of your answer is a mumble, neither women being able to understand.

“Use your words, kids.”

“So, you guys know how I’m not 18 yet, right? And I can’t make my own medical decisions no matter how bad I want to. My mom’s kind of a nut and refuses to get me any vaccines because apparently she thinks they’ll kill me or something.”

Your voice is quiet by the end, unwilling to admit to your adult teammates that your mom could have prevented you from getting sick, but she read a blog and is convinced she’s saving you.

Lindsey grabs your chin, guiding you to look at her, “hey, this is not your fault, okay? It’s all okay. We’ve got you, you’ll be fine.”

“Besides,” Emily chimes in, “not like you can get us sick.”

#uswnt woso #uswnt players #uswnt x reader #womens soccer #woso imagines #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #uswnt imagines #reader insert #woso imagine #uswnt fanfic #uswntsoccer #woso soccer #woso fanfics #woso #uswnt reader

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gaylittleeddie · 10 months

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soap getting a bunch of mosquito bites after a mission and itching them while ghost slaps away his hand. they definitely get in a little argument over it.

Ghost: Johnny! Stop itching

Soap: it’s itchy.

Ghost: itching makes it worse

Soap: I don’t care!! I need to scratch it

Ghost: stop! *taking his hands away*

Soap ends up with oven mits duct taped on his hands with Ghost humming to himself happily and cooking some oatmeal to help with the itching.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap mctavish #john mactavish #soap cod #call of duty

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chaoticnebu · 11 months

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I want to know more about your palistrom au Hunter. Anything. Everything. When does it start happening to him? Did any other Grimwalkers experience this? Was there an event or exposure that triggered the tree growth? (Palisman blood perhaps? Belos needs to be more careful when he eats those things.)

What kind of jokes does Gus tease Hunter with? Does Willow use plant magic on him? Does Hunter find it ticklish if/when she does? What do palistrom tree flowers look like and would Hunter give them to the Captain?

Did Belos use Hunter's condition to advance his 'evils of wild magic' narrative? Does Dell have a professional opinion on Hunter's condition? Does Eda have an unprofessional opinion? Has Flapjack ever tried to build a nest against the twigs on Hunter's head? Just how hard is it to find clothes/uniforms for Hunter and does Darius help out with modifications?

The people have a right to know!

cracks my knuckles and hits that readmore because there’s a lot to write

(( CW for a sketch with blood and bruising + mention of fantasy SH ))

so! I imagined multiple instances where the palistrom mutation happens (aus of the au, if you will.) the main one happens at the end of season 2/during season 3 BECAUSE of the Draining Spell

I always thought that grimwalkers are 100% living beings with the same organs and tissues as other demons and witches (minus a magic bile sac in Hunter's case because he originated from a human) because the various ingredients for making grimwalkers simply transform into living organs and tissues. the Galdorstone becomes a real heart, the one bone of Ortet turns into a whole skeleton, the palistrom wood turns into skin, hair and nails, and so on.

BUT the Draining Spell, due to its nature as a magic nullifier, made the Grimwalker Spell on Hunter regress

their blood turned to green magic (the same of palismen)

and the skin of his right arm, scar tissue and right shoulder turned into blue bark

had the draining spell run its course they would've probably turned into a plant monstrosity :) (i also tried to imagine his heart going back to its galdorstone state, but that would’ve probably been excruciating if not lethal, so idk if it would work at all)

having the Draining Spell been stopped in time, though, the mutation happens slowly and only after Hunter and the rest of Hexsquad have fled to the human realm. it takes about a month for the first palistrom leaves to sprout and before that, Hunter has only suffered a terrible itch (everyone thought it was just mosquito bites at first)

when branches finally start to grow and his arm looks less and less human, hunter realizes that hiding his nature as a grimwalker is impossible even with Luz’s help at that point and he leaves the noceda household during a panic attack (he just can’t stop running off into the woods) they eventually reunite and the grimwalker reveal happens WAY EARLIER than TTT (i like it to be a lot deeper conversation.) they also have to deal with Jacob (the museum asshole) being even more determined to catch and expose the kids after finding out that there's a tree boy with them

the second instance of the AU happens earlier, when Hunter is still the golden guard and the cause of the mutation is the Collector. star kid was feeling especially bitter towards Belos and they tried to mess up the grimwaler spell, which resulted into this one grimwalker to mutate at some point during season 2

this AU develops into two scenarios:

Belos tries to dispose of Hunter before Hollow Mind, but the kid flees thanks to Flapjack and finds shelter in Bat Queen’s cave, where she welcomes them as yet another lost thing despite all the harm he caused in the past. he ends up joining the BATS, attacking scouts who confiscate palismen to save them and made up for all those that died because he brought them to the Emperor

Belos decides to keep Hunter and tries to convince him that he was cursed with wild magic just like the Emperor, manipulating the kid into considering himself unworthy of love and acceptance, that his uncle is the only one who understands what it’s like. it takes Hunter A LOT MORE to distance himself from Belos and learn to trust Flapjack and Hexsquad. this is also the instance where Belos has to be more careful about feeding off palismen

So, about Willow! She totally can use plant magic on Hunter after the mutation manifests (limited to his right arm) but unlike healing magic, plant magic is a manipulating kind of energy that could make the bark grow even more and she would rather not try that. IF she tried i’d assume it would itch just like when the palistrom grows naturally

I never thought about palistrom flowers, i think that it might be a fun art challenge coming up with a design for them :) but Hunter would not give them to anyone because pulling them (like pulling leaves or snapping the branches) hurts like hell. a dark bit about Golden Guard Tree Boy if that he plucks leaves and flowers despite it hurting a lot just because he hopes to look "less wild" to the eyes of the Emperor

BUT a cute thing I like to imagine is that when the flowers bloom (around march/april like it happens to most plants) Hunter becomes especially affectionate!

Gus (and Luz!) totally pester him with tree puns! They never leaf him alone :)c ( /shot )

Dell… don’t know what kind of professional opinion he would have, but I like to think he’d be the one helping Hunter recovering after Belos’ possession (because it happens, it’s uglier than canon, and Hunter’s palistrom comes out of it burned and cracked)

Eda’s also very professional opinion is that she’s sorry she can’t stomp Belos MORE after hearing all that the poor kid has gone through

Flapjack totally tried to make a nest in his branches. Actually he still does because he’s very much alive in Palistrom AU :) He was just so badly damaged that he can’t fly anymore. Being beyond repair Hunter had to carve Waffles as a movement aid for them both and Flap gets to hang out with a silly little sister!

finding clothes with accomodations for Hunter's branches is literaly hell (i know it is because i never know how to draw them) so boy has to make his own. Camila helps with it a lot when the kids are in the Human Realm, while Darius helps when they're back to the Demon Realm :D

#palistrom au #this is all that i remembered #feel free to ask more if you're curious!#also i know for sure i probably made typose so i'll fix it better later

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 9 months

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Hello!

So I started watching ROTTMNT a few weeks ago despite my only exposure to the Ninja Turtles being a single scene of a 90's live-action movie when I was maybe 5 because the turtles started repeatedly appearing in my dreams, and my brother informed me this was the universe telling me I need to watch the turtles.

In any case, I have now become hyperfixated. Could I request platonic ROTTMNT turtle boys with a reader who is a biting insect magnet? It doesn't matter if the bug usually feeds on humans or not, the reader's blood is, for whatever reason, sweet, sweet nectar to all manner of biting insects, to the point that even max strength bug repellant doesn't always work to keep the bugs away; so reader is always getting bitten up by all nearby biting insects. To make matters worse, reader is mildly allergic to the itch juice bugs inject when they bite, and gets huge, swollen, itchy rashes from bug bites that itch for several weeks. (Reader is also an avid herper—someone who enjoys catching and releasing wild reptiles and amphibians, a passtime that involves being out and about where bugs are going to be at the times they are most active.)

My first experience with tmnt was the 2012 series when it first came out, I was like 7ish. Didn't Really get into the fandom though untill recently!

Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello and Michaelangelo x reader who's catches lizards and is allergic to bug bites

Raph

★ Whoo boy. He is so scared that you are going to get bitten by a oozesquitoe. It's not even funny. Anytime you're remotely near one he's pulling out Donnie's emergency hazmat suit (More on that later)

★ He urges you to where long sleeves and pants when you go out. Actually really likes the lizards that you catch. His favorite lizard native to New York is the coal skink because it looks a little red in the right lighting.

★ Raph's worried about your health, but that's just how he is. He will always be a bit worried about your health. Its actually pretty sweet. But please put a bandaid over the bigger bites so that he doesn't fret.

Leo

★ Leo, being the ever so intelligent person he is, decides that you're the perfect bait to catch oozesquitoes. Fortunately he is quickly shut down by his brothers the moment he voices his clearly perfect idea.

★ He keeps more than a few bottles of benadryl around the lair. Allergic reactions to bug bites wasn't something he knew about before meeting you. He's well stocked for whenever you get attacked by bugs.

★ Yes, he tried to cut a mosquito in half with his ōdachi. No, it didn't work. His weapon got stuck in a log because he put to much force into the swing.

★ He might get a little jealous over the lizards. Especially if you start talking to them. "look at you, handsome little guy!" And "oh, you have beautiful coloration" all prompt his jealousy. "Why don't you talk to me like that :'("

Donnie

★ Your blood seems to be irresistible to blood-eating insects, bug spray or not. His quite perplexed by the whole situation. Are you sure you used bug spray and not sunscreen?

★ His fear over you getting bitten by an oozesquitoe mixed with his tendency to plan things out in advanced led him to make a emergency hazmat suit for you in the turtle tank.

★ The amount of times he's had to put calamine lotion on you because you had gotten bit by bugs is way too high. To be blunt, he thinks you should stop trying to catch random lizards. Or at the very least cut down on it.

★ But then again, the look on your face when you catch a lizard and show him it is really cute. Especially when you explain to him what species it is and where it likes to hide during the day.

Mikey

★ Knows next to nothing about lizards, which is surprising because he's a reptile. If you have any books on wildlife he would like to borrow them to read up on New York's reptile population.

★ When you get bad allergic reactions he brings you to Leo. He would carry you but he probably can't because he is smol. Mikey loves animals but he doesn't love mosquitoes because of the effect they have on you.

★ He joins you whenever you try to catch lizards. Mikey loves to give the lizards you catch different names. Whenever you go out he brings a jar of dehydrated mealworms for whatever creature you catch.

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I’m a decently muscled swimmer, but still considered pretty thin. And hairless obviously. I want to be the hairiest beefiest muscle bear there is with severe male pattern baldness and a super deep voice. At least I think I do. Once it starts I’ll probably be begging for it to stop. Better make those changes gradual so I can try to figure out how to hide it as it progresses. Gonna be a losing battle, there’s not much I’ll be able to do about it and soon I’ll have no choice but to embrace it.

A swimmer huh? well maybe you should move into a more heavy weight sport, bodybuilding is a great choice and I think you'll love it, or maybe you wont who knows.

You push yourself out of the pool and start stumbling down to the showers. Just a normal day after a nice swim. You feel weird the entire walk, almost like hundreds of tiny little mosquito bites all over and its starting to get itchy.

Scratching your chest and jaw you see what is starting to happen...

You are completely covered in hair! you had forgotten you made the wish over a month ago, you didn't think anything would come of it but it has, is this it though? you couldn't remember the exact wish you made but you were sure you asked for more.

You watch in the mirror as your defined swimmer body starts to bulk outwards and your muscles expand becoming bulkier. "holy shit" you say, but your voice is breaking worse than a 16 year old. You clear your throat and try speaking again but the voice that comes out isn't yours, its strong and rugged, is this where it ends? is this everything you asked for?

Your body begins to itch all over again, you watch in the mirror as your body starts to get darker, it isn't your skin though, its more hair, getting thicker by the second.

You reach your hand up to scratch your head went suddenly a chunk of hair is pulled out, painlessly, effortlessly.

"WHAT THE FUCK" your new voice booms so loud you swore the mirrors shook.

Whilst inspecting you hair in your hand your nose peaks a whiff of your armpit, its starting to smell. All that hair on you is great and trapping heat in your body, and the hair is even better at holding any droplets of sweat that try to leave your body, you need a shower.

You get in the changing room shower, desperately hoping to take your mind off the chunk of hair you pulled out. You can't be loosing your hair, you are way too young for that, and you just decided to try and grow it out again.

You'd been scrubbing your new hairy body for the better part of 20 minutes when the shower timer cuts off the water, you stick your nose if your pits, it still smelt like sweat but not as bad, the stink was washing out but the hair made it stubborn, didn't matter, you could have another shower at home.

You step out the shower and are greeted by the new you, all your hair had washed off in the shower, and your muscle had swollen to massive proportions.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" you mumble as you scratch your bald head. "m-maybe I could wish for my hair back..." the confidence begins to drain from your deep voice as a strange tingle starts in your pants.

Sticking your thumb under your pant and underwear waistband stretching it out to take a look. You watch as the already hairy mess of pubes get thicker, but something else has happened too. Your dick is smaller than it was before, you softie had shrunk by about an inch and you knew in the back of your mind it wasn't going to get much bigger when you get hard... "no, no, no, aw fuck, no!" your waistband snaps back as you throw your hands in the air "no, I wish for a big dick and hair, no, please, I'll even take changing back, I don't want this, I didn't-" then it hit you, the memory of typing out your wish, you didn't think it all through, you thought it would be a fun sexy transformation, or you get the image in your head, but wishes don't work like that, Its not what you say that matters, its what you forget to say that haunts you...

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With the cap you found in the lost and found you flex desperately trying to enjoy your new body, sure the size is great, well...the size of the things that grew is great but the hair and beard are a lot itchier than you thought and you have to spend an hour in the shower to make sure you scrub the B.O off, not to mention the can of deodorant you go through daily just to keep the smell at bay. You don't even get any confidence from all this muscle and size, your a nervous wreck talking to guys, shy, trying to cover up your shiny bald head. Swimming isn't even fun anymore, not only that but its torturous, the new size means you have to come up for air every 2 seconds and when you get to the end of the lane you flop out of the pool gasping for air. No, anything that isn't weight lifting is either boring or torturous to your new body.

Enjoy the new hairy muscled body mate, better muster up some confidence soon because blokes at the gym are gonna catch on that there is no spine under all that mass and they are gonna start walkin all over you.

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