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The absolute height of the unintentional comedy of life that I have seen was in the finnish glass museum. Interior design is one of those things that's kind of a big deal here, one of those things that people who grew up somewhere are surprised to hear that their country is not all that known for. My friends share it in the group chat every time an american movie or show they're watching has a vase, water glass or candleholder in the background that they immediately spotted was by a finnish designer. I took up a whole paragraph to make it clear that this is A Whole Thing here.
Anyway, in the glass museum, one of the displays was a feast table set with the absolute classics, hits and highlights of finnish glassware designs - the absolutely fanciest plates and serving dishes, wine glasses and water glasses, carafes and pitchers. I could pretty confidently say that the entire presentation, if sold item-for-item, cost more than my first car. Perhaps twice as much, easy. An unfathomably expensive, fancy, finest table set of finnish design that you and I are too poor to ever get our hands on.
And on one of the plates was a dead fly.
And I had never seen anything funnier in my life. All these fine dishes and plates all empty, and on just one plate at the end of the table was a dead fly chilling on its back like that was the whole feast. The main course. One single dead fly. A human could not have thought of anything more absurdly funny than the specific location that one random fly had died out of pure happenstance. I fought myself so hard to keep my volume to museum-acceptable levels that instead of laughing out loud I went straight into hysterical gasping with tears in my eyes. I could not perfectly recreate the image from memory, but I can't let you go before I try to sketch it nonetheless:
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request: You write the turtles boys so well! I literally can't stop smiling when I read your fics - they're so sweet and endearing. I was wondering, only if it strikes your interest of course, if you'd consider writing about the boys being jealous of each other when the reader spends time with them one on one? Like, maybe a slot for Leo where he thinks reader finds Donnie funnier? Or one for mikey, where he thinks that reader likes how big raph is? Or for raph, where he thinks reader is more enamored with Leo? Or Donnie, where he worries that Mikey is flirting with reader? Of course they're all misunderstandings, and maybe it could end all fluffy with confessions and comforting their respective boy? If not, don't worry, but if so, thank you! 1 look forward to whatever you put out next.
🝮 “ green with envy ”
rise!boys x y/n
author’s note: screaming profusely !!! eeeee !!! So hey yeah here’s a fic, this took a while because it sat in my notes for days before I finally posted it, my bad. This was kinda hard cause I’m not experienced in the realm of jealousy—hopefully y’all like it? ᗡ: also does envy even fit this scenario? Lmao I just be naming these fics any thing, can y’all tell?
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┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌
Leo never expected he could ever become… jealous, not him—no, no, NEVER him. He had too much pride, too much confidence. There should have never been any room for doubt in his ability to keep you focused and adoring on him, and him alone.
But, perhaps he had given himself too much credit? Or, maybe he had given his twin too little credit.
It wasn’t as though you were his. Just friends, and technically that meant you belonged to the whole family, not just him. But, no one could blame him for coveting you. From how starry-eyed you looked at him to how genuinely you laughed at his jokes, Leo found out too late that he had been falling for you, and here he was still falling. The way your nose crinkled when you laughed, or how your face lit up during Mikey’s dinner times, even down to the wheezing laugh you would give into if he pushed his jokes on too long, all of it spelled out lovely disaster for his heart.
But, fear not, he thought. He was the face man and the funniest turtle, surely there was no competition? No one could be better than him at getting you to make the faces you did.
Or well, it should’ve been no one. He wasn’t even all that funny, but Donnie managed to get you to keel over to some stuff he said—and he didn’t even intend for them to be jokes! A natural comic, can you believe the nerve of this guy?
So, yeah, Leo never expected himself to be jealous, and especially never towards his own brother, but god the way you were showing that tickled-silly expression to Donnie, wiping tears as he confusedly asked what was so funny? It had him gripping the arm of their couch, digging his nails into them. He wasn’t going to take this any longer! Sure Donnie meant no harm and would never try to swoop in and steal the prize he had his eye on, but Leo couldn’t help but still be… aggravated.
The pent-up annoyance was dispelled by the red-slider leaping over the couch, sassily walking over and snaking his arm across your waist.
“ Yeah, whatever, Donnie is sooo funny, but hey, Y/N, let me show you something better! ”
Never mind the fact that he had nothing planned as he twirled his katana in his other hand, slicing the air until a blue portal shimmered into existence. You glanced back and waved good bye to Donnie, fully intrigued by whatever it was Leo wanted to show you.
“ Oh—okay! What is it? ”
“ Who am I to ruin a surprise? ”
He cocked a brow at your question, tugging you through the portal and stepping out into the courtyard of the Witch’s city. While amazed, you wondered just what this had to do with anything—but, of course that was a comment you would keep to yourself until having fully exhausted the excitement of exploring not just any random town, but rather a town of witches!
“ Oh, Leo, finally! I’ve been begging you to bring me here for weeks! ”
Before he could even say anything, you were quickly rushing up to the nearest shop and sparking up conversation. Such a busy bee, but it was just another aspect of you he was captivated by. However, with such an impromptu visit to a rather overwhelming area, he found chances to spark conversation and get you to laugh to be stretched few and far between.
“ Oh wow, this store really doesn’t leave mushroom for walk-through, huh? ”
He gestured to a potions-ingredients shop, which, you guessed it, specialized in all things fungal-based. His shoulders drooped as you continued ahead, not even hearing him. That joke was gold! Huffing, Leo caught up with you and laced his fingers around your wrist, effortlessly stopping you in your tracks.
“ Mm? Leo? ”
You stared up at him with such a look of focus, all your attention finally fully on him, and he had to fight his legs not to reduce to jelly instantly. Instead, he took a deep breath, cocked his head, and insisted you follow him.
Down weaving alleys, through crowds of people, eventually you reached a park unlike any seen on the surface. The paths were lined with thick, luscious plants cultivated through the town’s magic. Foliage swayed with no wind, as though dancing like silk fabric to whatever music only they heard.
Your attention only left the plants when you heard Leo start clearing his throat and then flashing you a look that you recognized all too well. A grin was already tugging at your lips, and Leo finally felt like he was the only one in your world again. His hands held onto his belt and he kicked out his legs, faking as though he were tipping a hat. It seemed like some western cowboy impersonation?
“ What in carnation? ”
There you went, first with a light and short laugh.
“ Well I do say, I took a leaf of faith bringing you here,”
Which then melded into a series, topped with a “ Wait, Leo, hush—please! ”, all stuttered and peppered through your increasing laughter.
“—but, beleaf it or not—“
He wasn’t even able to finish the entire spiel before you were holding onto him, laughing with such a melodious voice. Which, of course, devolved into your trademark wheeze n’snort after dragging on too long.
“ Pwffhaaha!! Leo, wha-what’s with you today? ”
You wiped away a tear, and suddenly Leo was finally brought back to reality. Your hand on his forearm lingered, and he was just completely beside himself with how the glowing willows beside the garden softened your face ever-so-perfectly.
“ Y/N… ”
His voice was so uncharacteristically soft that it had you a tad bit spooked, hand gripping a teensy tighter. Your head cocked slightly in confusion.
“ I.. Ugh, okay, it’s—it’s dumb! But—“
He dragged his hands down his face, groaning exhaustedly.
“ I thought, maybe, you might’ve… Liked Donnie, more than me. ”
“ Huh? Why would you think that, I love all of you guys? ”
“ Yeah, but I love you, and—“
The shock painted on your face had him holding his breath. Alarms went off in his head, telling him he maybe should have held his tongue, not jumped ahead so quickly. The two of you searched each other’s eyes in silence, you recovering from what he said, and him preparing himself for what you would say. Soon enough, your face twisted into a confusion tinged with a bit of playfulness.
“ Wait a second.. You’re jealous, aren’t you? Of Donnie? What for? ”
“ What? What do you mean what for? You, you’ve been laughing at everything he said all day, don’t you think he’s funnier? Don’t you like him more?! ”
If it weren’t his dumb puns and act earlier, it was this that would do you in.
“ Leo, you dummy! Sure I was laughing, but that doesn’t mean I like him more than you, I just, well… ”
It was your turn to be a bit bashful as your eyes looked everywhere except him.
“ I, well.. You’re my favorite, Leo, not Donnie.. ”
As you batted your eyes at him, hoping he would connect the dots thoroughly, your answer was given in the form of his beaming expression as he swept you into his arms, spinning.
“ Ah-hah! So you do like me—and I’m the funnier turtle!? ”
“ Oh no, I shouldn’t have said anything, now you’re too powerful! ”
Playfully you cried, leaning back with your hand dramatically draped across your forehead. Leo chuckled at your antics leaning in to lay his head against your stomach as he tightened his hold firmly.
This was definitely something he would rub in his brother’s face later on—and said brother would be profusely confused by what brought it on???
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌
Mikey was the last turtle you ever considered could suffer from the classic ailment of “ jealousy ”, and you couldn’t help but feel both ashamed yet intrigued.
While you weren’t too sure what it was that had got him so riled up, you were observant enough to see the way his eyes lit up with a startling emotion. At first it was impossible to pinpoint, just a glimpse of something indiscernible yet startling that crept into his blue hues at the oddest of times.
The first time you had seen that frightful emotion peek its head was during a date. The two of you had decided to hit a bar late at night, him donning a cloaking brooch, of course.
When you arrived, the loud music was entrancing, luring you both onto the dance floor to get lost in each other’s arms. The music coiled around you both, closing the gap to a suffocatingly tight end, as if either of you couldn’t stand any sort of distance apart. The floor vibrated, from both the booming speakers and the music reverberating the whole building alongside the dancing bodies around you both.
Mikey beamed with the brightest smile, and you just knew he was laughing, albeit drowned out from the ambiance. You were both having the time of your lives. Absorbed into a bubble fit for only the two of you, eyes locked on each other, neither party was ready for the stranger’s hands that snaked around your waist, pulling you in without any mind paid to you already having a devoted dance partner.
Chills set in and you turned to Mikey instantly, locking eyes, but the look in his eyes was enough to have your voice hitch in your throat.
That night ended with you both getting kicked out after Mikey wailed on the guy, but after a while, you both laughed and talked all about the fight on the way home.
The next time you saw that look was when you were hanging out with Leo while waiting for Mikey to return back from patrol. He had invited you over, and you planned to do it after wrapping up a few things, so he figured he could finish a patrol and be ready for you when you got done.
Unfortunately for him, you happened to finish your escapade much too early, and thus were at the lair awaiting his return. Leo happened to pass by, so you roped him into a conversation to bide the time. When Mikey did eventually come home, he stepped in to see you nearly keeled over in laughter.
You had been laughing so hard that when you noticed Mikey, you gave a weak wave and continued dying. He was curious what the joke was, but Leo simply shook his head and left, his own laugh dwindling down the hall. Once you recovered and were on your feet, you caught that same scary emotion swirling in his eyes. He tightened his lips and only softened when he turned to you.
More and more questions arose as you came to experience this look time and time again in all kinds of situations, but the one that finally made all the clicks pop into place was his outburst after you were with Raph.
He had been taking care of some villains on patrol with Mikey when you had ended up in the wrong place, wrong time. Their battle had turned to a violent one, with the villain bashed straight into a wall. Debris crumbled down right as you turned the corner, eyes shooting up to see parts of the building falling towards you. There was no time to move, so you just closed your eyes shut right and braced yourself.
But, no pain ever came, just a bit of dust. You opened your eyes, seeing a huge shadow casted over your body, and when you looked up?
It was Raph, who blocked the falling debris with his mighty shell.
“ Raph! “
You yelped, heart thundering in your chest, and Mikey misunderstood the shimmer in your eyes as Raph rose to full height, throwing the concrete off and away. He misinterpreted why you hugged him so tightly when he scooped you up, taking you away from the damage and ushering you to run the other way.
When you’re focusing on the wrong things, it’s easy to get the signs wrong, and boy had the ache in Mikey’s heart got everything so totally wrong. You liked Raph, didn’t you? Why else would you look at him like that? Did you like it when folks were bigger than you, unlike him who simply had an inch or two on you?
How could he be so stupid?
So, that’s how you ended up where you were now, seconds from entering your apartment when Mikey met you with a sour look on his face. You noticed that same glint in his eyes, still trying to piece together what it meant.
“ Why didn’t you tell me? ”
His voice wavered, and you responded with a hum of confusion. Inviting him in, he closed the door behind you both. His lips tugged down as he searched everywhere for the words to say. Finally, he found them and settled back on you as you were putting things down and unwinding.
“ With Raph! You like him, don’t you?! ”
“ Wha? ”
“ You—You! ”
He seemed frustrated, wracking his brain until finally he threw his hands out and shouted.
“ DO YOU LOVE RAPH MORE BECAUSE HE’S SO BIG?! ”
Silence blanketed you both as you processed his words. Finally, you placed a word on the emotion you always saw in his eyes. Struggling not to laugh at the absurdity, you snorted and shook your head.
“ Jealousy! That’s wh—wait, no, Mikey, no, I don’t ‘Love Raph cause he’s big’ ”
“ Then why do you like him more!? ”
“ Where is this coming from, Mikey, I don’t like Raph like that—I like you. ”
You stepped closer, and Mikey let you in. Your hands reached up, cupping his cheeks, and he leaned into them with such a desperation that you felt bad for finding this whole situation so silly.
“ Just, you always seem so happy when he’s around, and whenever he saves you instead, you always.. ”
His eyes were elsewhere as he spoke, almost as though he were seeing the absurdity in it all now with a clearer mind.
“ Ahh, mhmm, yup, alright so Mikey usually people are very happy when they’re saved from danger—and I mean, I probably look happy cause I’m friends with him too, but I’m dating you, silly. ”
You booped his snoot, smiling as his eyes lit up with the love you were accustomed to seeing them full of.
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌
If there was any one of the brothers full of insecurities, it would come as no surprise as the spotlight shone upon the red turtle, atop the winner’s pedestal. As someone who once led his brothers in the face of battle, who grew up with the elder sibling curse of forced parenthood, it came as no shock that there were a couple of problems sprinkled into his character.
While he had spent much of his life up to this point recovering and healing from what dared chip at his exterior, there was more than a few bits of stubborn grime that lingered on his surface. It ate away at him, leaving behind vulnerabilities.
Then you came along, and throughout the honeymoon period he experienced nothing but delights. Never had the negative Nancy in his brain perked up to talk her shit, misleading him in circles until he was a mess of unbundled, tangled up rope.
You were a light, something that seemed to power wash the grime away, cake over it with your delicate touch and sweet words. Much smaller than he, you were probably one of the kindest humans he met, someone he cherished more than life itself.
And that, in and of itself, was a vulnerability. You were his weakness, and the shrewd dark spots in his brain couldn’t wait for the rose-colored glass to shatter and let them sink their teeth into this beauteous opportunity.
The sensible part of him knew your kindness knew no ends, that it wasn’t limited or excluded to simply him or a select few. In fact, your sweet demeanor shared with his brothers? It was a breath of relief—it was an understatement to say he had been nervous to introduce you to the family. You were okay with him because he saved you, but his brothers and father weren’t present. They hadn’t been the heroes slamming down against concrete, scaring away the silverfish that preyed upon you one fateful night.
Turns out the trash-eaters had a hankering for good food, and you, all alone, on your way back home with a doggy-bag from Cleo’s Beach Shack, served to be the perfect target.
The night had been quiet, albeit suspiciously so, but your full tummy and weary limbs had their guard fully down. You daydreamed of the bed awaiting you at home, arms beckoning you forth with pillowy softness.
That delightful image was disturbed by the sudden rustling and clank you heard from behind. Turning, your eyes shooed away dreamland and were alert. An empty can rolled from a bush, tinking into someone’s trash can at the curb. Not a soul in sight, so surely it must have been one of New York’s infamous rats? Y’know, that creature that is practically extinct in this city, like there’s no way you would ever see them—definitely not at the metro nor the coffee shop, and surely never this residential street with primo rat hot-spots such as unsupervised trash cans full of food waste.
Yeah, of course, must have been a rat. You’re so paranoid, just hurry on home, nothing bad will happen. Nothing bad ever happens to pretty little guys like you, alone on dimly lit streets, lined with houses whose doors are locked to high hell.
Nothing bad, especially not like the cold metal that clamped firmly on your ankle. Never anything as worse as the chilling growl from whatever tripped you up, glaring with red eyes and flicking a long, sharp-looking tail.
“ Oh sh—“
Your voice feebly complained, raising into a scream to the heavens above as it lunged towards you.
Or well, towards your to-go bag, but who’s paying attention to the little things like that when your life is flashing before your eyes?
Thankfully, the end never came. There was the sound of a growling struggle after a tremor shook your shivering frame, and as you opened your eyes to peek at whatever held up your attacker, a silhouette towered over you. He casted a long shadow over you, which should have been intimidating as hell, but instead it left you feeling…
Safer?
In his hand laid two identical buggers, squirming and chomping with animalistic hunger. This had to have been worse than the rats, you’d take the rats any day, at least they weren’t massive.
… well okay, they are, but this is a whole ‘nother level.
The most shocking part was this giant hero taking a step back, assuming the position of a pitcher, and launching the creatures into the distance. There may have been a glint shining, and was that the cheer of an audience you were hearing? No, that was your imagination, obviously.
But you were not imagining this guy in front of you. Much too tall to be human, unless it was some basketball lead who somehow had balls of steel to save a stranger.
Every warning sign imaginable was washed away without a trace as your savior turned around and shot a shaky smile, warm as a summer sun.
“ S-Sorry about that, are ya okay? ”
He spoke with the timidness of someone a fourth his size, and you couldn’t help but be completely charmed to death.
From that day you would see him more and more, to the point that it felt as if maybe he had been appointed your personal body guard. Ah, but, you didn’t really mind, did you? You loved his company and his toothy grins. You adored his warm, gentle hugs, and it was too sweet how you could feel his hands tremble as they held yours ever so delicately.
So yeah, he worried to introduce you to his family, but the way you brightened up the room instantly had him starstruck. You’re perfect, that’s it. That’s the tweet.
The rosey glass shattered after a few lingering months of dating. His insecurities reared their heads, resting sharp grips on his shoulders as they whispered in his ears all kinds of falsities. You liked his brothers, but maybe you liked his brothers? Why else would you be so nice to them?
And, maybe that’s why you were smiling at Leo like that? Raph is right here, so why were you talking to his brother? He couldn’t even focus enough to heard you both holding the most mundane conversation ever about some shop that opened up over on Moore’s. He steeped in the tea of jealousy, filling his senses to the brim with worry.
The worst part about it was that if you liked Leo, he couldn’t even blame you. Leo was like water, while Raph was stone. Raph stood still, he could be bossy at times, while Leo was a spunky little river that would keep you on your toes. Leo was never boring, and he could keep a smile on your face for as long as the day lasted..
But he didn’t want any of that to be true. None of it.
The conversation was stopped by a meek voice asking for your time, attention shifting from Brother Blue to your beloved, clad in what became your favorite color in these past few months.
“ Y/N, can we talk? ”
Ignoring Leo’s nudge and teasing “ ooooooohs ”, you nodded with a smile, following Raph with a pep in your step.
“ Of course, dear. ”
That lead to the silence you currently shared—with him leaning against the wall of his room, gaze fixated on some smudges on the floor. That should be cleaned up, he thought, trying to not think of how you were sat on his bed, awaiting whatever it was he needed off his chest.
“ Raph? ”
You were the first to talk, already well acquainted with your love’s tiptoeing when it came to any sort of conversation that might be unsavory. You watched as he twisted his expression, tightening his lips—whatever it was, it was bothering him profusely, and you couldn’t help the pang gripping your heart..
“ Raph…? ”
Again, your voice seemed weaker this time. That was what gave him the drive to speak, he couldn’t handle leaving you in such a state, he needed to know if these worries of his were dumb!
“ Do you like Leo? ”
“ What. ”
Your response was so fast and curt, the product of being completely taken off guard with a left hook. There were plenty of other ideas you had for the direction of this conversation, such as having beaten his leftovers last week or how you have his favorite hoodie in your laundry basket right now. Maybe even the secret trips to Donnie’s, who was currently helping you get together a gift for Raph’s birthday next month. A particularly low worry even fretted that this might be a conversation about your relationship and how it should end.
But, instead it’s about Leo? What an easy question to answer!
“ Sorry, I didn’t mean that, I mean to say no. ”
Raph’s shoulders loosened and a breath of relief slipped out of him—when had he even started holding his breath?? Never mind that. You snorted at the absurd thought of liking Leo of all people.
“ Why would I like Leo? Raph, c’mere. ”
You held your hands out, and the way his hands fell into yours spelled out a desperation to be close to you. With a gentle tug, he climbed onto his bed, and you melted into his chest. A storm was brewing in his chest, his heart thundering nervously.
“ Ya just, Raph don’t know, something—he, just… Raph was worried, s’all. Afraid ya preferred him over a… ”
While he was searching for whatever word to insult himself with, you captured his attention with a gentle peck on the lips. Your fingers gently held his chin, turning his focus to lay fully on you.
“ Over a charming, handsome hero? ”
There was that adorable smile, peppering his lips as a light laugh erupted from his chest.
“ You think I’d prefer Leo, who is a risky little ticking time bomb, over my knight in shining armor? ”
He whispered a rebuttal, something along the lines of “ he really is, huh? ”
“ Oh Raph-a-doodle, never could I want anyone other than you. ”
Leaning up, you pressed your forehead against his and gazed into his eyes. They searched yours for a hint of deceit, for anything to latch onto and spiral about, but all he found was warmth.
Thus, the jealousy flame died out, and he plummeted backwards against his bed, dragging you down with him. He gave a heavy exhale as you giggled atop his plastron, scolding him for being so silly.
┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌
The green of jealousy was a hue you never expected to be painted across the purple canvas you called your boyfriend, but surely there is a chance for any reality to blossom true, right?
Jealousy had sewn seeds far before either of you could catch on, oblivious to the roots which spiraled and narrowed vision to see only one option as opposed to the myriad of other reasonings. You had poured love into your dearest Donnie, so much so that you couldn’t even fathom any room for jealousy. How could he ever be jealous? Surely he knows full and well just how you look at him? Obviously he knows just how only he can pluck the strings of your heart, strumming love with each touch, in a way unlike any other.
Why, if you were Excalibur, then he was your King Arthur.
So, yeah, may the gods above forgive you for not considering a jealous Donnie as a reality to worry about—though, is it really too worrying? Your boyfriend being jealous? Kind of interesting, doesn’t it just trip up your heart into a flurry of skips?
No? Just me?
Anyways, you had missed entirely the shifting of his gaze when Mikey would enter the room. The low growl, the holding of his breath, none of it had appeared in your mind as you laughed along with whatever silly antics the youngest brother would get up to. Sometimes you would even entertain him! I mean, he is your boyfriend’s little brother, so it’s only right that you laugh at his jokes, get along with him, and all that good stuff.
But, jealousy was the type to hold someone still, to draw their gaze upon one stiff perspective and allow no other reasoning. For a man of science, even he was not above the laws of insecurity in relationships, so when he saw how bouncy his brother was around you, never did he contemplate the obvious. Nary a thought shall he consider that it was simply his brother getting along with his brother’s girlfriend, nor did he consider maybe you were being nice. No, the sour, bitter green dipped his head in the nastiness of jealousy, and all he could consider in this moment was that you must have liked his brother more.
Or maybe, his brother liked you and intended to steal you away? Why else would you laugh so heartily at whatever nonsense his brother spouted? Whatever reason was there for the times he would find you in the kitchen, fixing up dinner alongside Mikey? What else could explain you returning home with topside art supplies and personalized tips to his youngest brother?
Obviously the jealous mind of Donatello Hamato was going to omit one important factor: you did this with all his brothers. If they told a good joke, you would laugh. If Mikey made dinner, you were guaranteed to be in the kitchen helping by fixing you and Donnie’s plates to your liking. If there was something on the surface any of the brothers needed, you would totally put it on your errand run, delivering it during your next visit.
But, jealousy cares not for easy explanations. It craves the most dramatic interpretations, and in this case?
The juiciest interpretation was that Mikey had set his eyes on you, Donnie’s prized lover, and you had fallen for him hook, line, and sinker.
No, no, no, Donnie says, not on his watch would he let you be swept off your feet by anyone else.
“ Y/N. ”
Donnie leaned forward, fingers firmly locking with yours and giving an urgent tug. There was a thickness layered in his eyes that left Mikey shrinking away, confused as to what he could’ve done wrong.
“ Let’s go,”
Straightening up, he couldn’t help the grin widening on his face in a “ I’ve won ” type of manner. You simply waved to his brother.
“ You haven’t forgotten why you’re here, have you? ”
The look in his eyes caused your heart to skip, unprepared for such a heavy gaze that you hadn’t yet experienced. A nervous smile rose on your expression as you looked anywhere but the face giving you a look that would serve to make you fall even harder.
“ Of course not, Dee. ”
Donnie noted your refusal to eye contact, and instead of assuming it was one of your usual bashful moments caused by yours truly, his thoughts were plagued with theories of Mikey somehow worming his way into the heart Donnie swore was his.
“ Right. ”
He muttered in a curt fashion, leading you both to his lab.
The uncomfortable awkwardness blanketing the atmosphere had not gone unnoticed as you followed him, thumb stroking loving little hearts upon the upside of his palm. Usually he would meet this with a firm squeeze, but you could recognize when your genius had his mind up in the clouds. He wasn’t even paying attention to you, was he?! And to think you came all this way to entertain his experiments, hoping to get a kiss or two, only to be met with unnecessary coldness?
What the heck, man?
“ Prepare to behold the wondrous creations of the genius, Donatello. ”
Whatever stink he had been brewing in just seconds prior had evaporated as he unveiled his newest creation: an air-fryer that could quite literally create anything from thin air.
You tried to ignore the distant shout of the youngest brother, something along the lines of “ Hey! Where’s the air-fryer?! ”
Donnie had not ignored it, nor had he dismissed the stifled laughter from you that he surely knew the cause of. His hands clenched, wrapping into crossed arms as he leaned his weight into the table.
“ Annoyed sigh. ”
While rolling his eyes, he muttered an annotation to the peeved groan slipping his lips. There it was again, you noted with a narrowed gaze, that odd discontentment he’d been soaking in this night.
“ Alright, spill it. ”
You mirrored his lean, relying on one of the structural pillars in his lab to hold your weight. Your fingers thumped impatiently against your bicep as your eyes soaked in Donnie’s body language. He seemed to stiffen, either nervously or defensively, you didn’t know.
“ Spill what? ”
He spoke with such an accusatory tone that you were almost ticked off. You held your tongue, hoping to keep this civil and not devolving into mindless argument.
“ Spill wh—?! ”
Sputtering, your hands gestured wildly before quite literally framing him. He knew what you meant, he wasn’t dumb!
“ Whatever is making you so, so—so THIS! ”
His brow raised, and he almost seemed insulted as you threw your hands up with a frustrated growl.
“ Why are you so upset with me right now? What did I do? ”
That seemed to do the charm of dragging out what you’ve been looking for, the explanation, as he straightened his posture and pushed off the table.
“ Oh save me the innocent act, Y/N,”
Confusion painted your face, and for a moment he physically faltered, unsure to continue after such a clear display of hurt across your pretty face. After a second, his mouth tugged into a frown, shaking off the hesitation to continue his claim,
“ I know you like Mikey, so just do us both a favor and go scurry along after him. ”
Donnie waved his hand off, pointing to the door. Whatever look you had on your face at that moment must have embodied just how deeply the pain in your heart crawled, right on down to your very core, because he seemed to balk at his own words. A bit of regret wrapped around him as he muttered something too low for you to hear.
Tightening your lips, you straightened this time and took a few steps to close the gap between you and him.
“ You will not talk to me like that, and what’s this about me liking Mikey? Your little brother? ME? You think I like him?! ”
There was no way, right? He couldn’t be serious? You, liking Mi—he might as well have been your brother too! You could never like him over Donnie?! What an outrageous claim, you thought, standing your ground in front of Donnie. This could have been avoided if he had just not been such, such a…
“ Obviously! Why else would you be bringing him gifts and helping him out in the kitchen? ”
You opened your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted as he continued with an accusatory finger pointing no where specific.
“ And I’ll have you know that I have read about ‘Cooking together’ and I know how much of an intimate bonding experience it is! ”
The childish stomp he gave, throwing his fists against his sides stiffly, served to diminish almost all the frustration bubbling up. You snorted at the sight, causing him to loosen up, confusedly tripping over his words to sputter out a “ Wh-What, what is this, what’s so funny? ”
“ … You’re a riot, Dee. ”
Wiping away the tiny tears pricking from such a hearty laugh, your eyes met his with less of anger and more of the warmth he was far too familiar of.
“ Since apparently I’m the only one of us with some sense, I’ll have YOU know that I do that for all of y’all! ”
Sheepishly, he seemed to curl into himself as you poked your index finger right into his plastron to emphasize the “ you ”.
“ I bring you gifts all the time—April, Raph, Leo, hell, even Splinter, too! ”
Jealousy was starting to burn away, leaving behind the bashful shame as he started to finally contemplate the more reasonable explanations for your behavior. Silently he condemned himself for starting up this whole dumb debacle with such a blatant disregard to the facts.
“ And of COURSE I help Mikey with cooking. You have a specific palette that he doesn’t always remember fully, so it’s up to me to make sure you get a fulfilling meal you’ll actually eat, dummy! ”
Ah, now that was the part that did him in, something he didn’t even know. Just as you were going to continue, he stepped closer.
“ Wait, you do? ”
“ I do—do what? I said a lot of things, Donnie, be specific. ”
Derailed, you stumbled over your claims, lost suddenly at which point he had cling to.
“ I thought Michael was just inconsistent in his preparation of my dishes, but since you say that, I do recall my meals being much better when you were around. ”
His hands had found their way upon your shoulders as he spoke, gaze flitting all across the lab as he collected his thoughts.
“ I had suspected meals were just better when you were around because, well.. ”
You softened as his gaze fell onto you.
“ Because you were there.. ”
Silence fell upon you both, except more comfortably this time. He exhaled deeply, marked with his trademark “ relieved sigh ” then smiled at you.
“ Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to drag you into such a ridiculous argument. I was just… ”
“ You were just… Jealous? ”
Your teasing gaze was searing through him, so much so he shut his eyes tightly and groaned annoyedly.
“ As much as I would wish to not admit it, yes. I may have been experiencing,”
He waved his hand in the air, as if collecting his words.
“ Jealousy, towards your interactions with Miguel.. ”
Donnie was relieved as you laughed away all his worries, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. The moment lingered for a few, as if desperately needed to mend this situation, stopping only when you pulled away.
“ Alright, you’re forgiven… For now—BUT! Next time just talk to me, dummy, you got me all riled up for no reason. ”
With that, you gave a playful shove that had him gasping as though he were insulted, and quick to rush to his experiment’s side with more questions than he could keep up with.
Not like he hated an attentive and questioning audience, though. Much appreciated.
#Donnie x reader#Donatello x reader#Leo x reader#Leonardo x reader#Mikey x reader#Michelangelo x reader#Raph x reader#Raphael x reader#rise x reader#tmnt x reader#rottmnt x reader#rise tmnt x reader#rise donnie x reader#rise donatello x reader#rise leo x reader#rise leonardo x reader#rise mikey x reader#rise michelangelo x reader#rise raph x reader#rise Raphael x reader#rottmnt donatello x reader#rottmnt donnie x reader#rottmnt raphael x reader#rottmnt raph x reader#rottmnt leonardo x reader#rottmnt leo x reader#rottmnt mikey x reader#rottmnt michelangelo x reader#rise tmnt donnie x reader#rise tmnt donatello x reader
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A Spot in My Life
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Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is keeping a spare sweater or blanket in the car because they always get cold
Steve Harrington is a bitch.
It's something that Eddie knew, all through high school, but he had thought that Steve had somehow became a new person- thanks to the Upside Down and constantly almost seeing the world end.
Steve isn't a bad guy, he can admit. He's still trying to keep an eye on everyone, make sure they're ok, even checking in with Eddie in his own way.
But he's very sly about it, hiding it being playful jabs, eye rolls and cocked hips.
It rubs him the wrong way. And it's only made worse by how much Eddie still likes him. It's as if the bitchiness only draws him in more, even as it makes his chest burn with irritation.
He tries to avoid Steve for as long as he can. He knows that finally befriending him like they both want will only end badly, but he knows he can't resist the temptation.
He enjoys the time before as much as he can, reveling in how often Steve will try to corner him so they can hang out, how much he whines and pleads and pushes. He enjoys the illusion that Steve could feel anything for him like he does for Steve.
And, when they finally do hang out, his fears are confirmed.
Steve is amazing. He's funnier than he comes across as at first too. He pays attention to what Eddie says and tries to get him anything he wants.
He's the type of friend that anyone would fight for, Eddie is sure. It explains how he ended up so popular in high school too.
If Eddie had known what Steve is truly like, he'd have been lining up for a scrap of his attention like everyone else.
"They're assholes," Steve explains, when Eddie finally asks about his old lackeys. "Tommy always took shit a step too far. I didn't need them. Probably shouldn't have befriended them in the first place."
"They were your friends," Eddie reminds him.
Steve sighs, leaning back. "Yeah, I guess. Just wish I'd realised sooner, how they were getting."
He never complains about the kids, not genuinely. In the quiet moments, when Steve is honest with an almost painful degree of vulnerability, he talks about how amazing the kids are. He talks about how honored he is to be friends with Dustin.
It only makes Eddies feelings inch ever closer to 'the L word'.
"You should talk to him," Robin suggests. "He really is amazing."
"I know, but... guys that are ok with lesbians still get weird about gay men, you know?"
"Yeah, but Steve isn't like that. Did he ever tell you the full story of how I came out to him?"
"It was after the Russian torture drugs, right?"
"We were in the bathroom, near the cinema. I thought we might have puked it all up, so we decided to test it, ask each other questions. So, I asked him if he was ever in love..."
"Oh... oh no."
"Oh yes. He liked me, told me so, and that's when I came out to him."
"Holy shit, Robin."
"But that's my point. He was a little surprised, sure, but he started making jokes, like, immediately. Didn't phase him at all. He got with it immediately. We're just friends, and that's not a problem for him."
Eddie groans, throwing his head back so it thumps into the wall behind him. "But that just makes him more hot!"
The story plagues his mind, to the point that it's the only thing he can think about when he picks Steve up for their next hang out.
In the dead of winter, Steve feels the cold worse than anyone else that Eddie knows. He runs hot, and the sudden temperature drops brings out the worse in him.
He's shivering when he climbs into Eddie's car.
"Fuck, why isn't your heating on?" He whines.
"It's broke," Eddie reminds him. "It's fine, don't worry."
"Don't worry? I'm gonna get hypothermia, Eddie! I don't want to turn into an ice sc- what is that?"
He takes the blanket that Eddie had reached back to grab, staring at it.
"It's a blanket."
"No shit, I mean... it's yellow."
"Yeah? You like yellow."
"You got this for me?"
"You see anyone else shivering in my van?"
"No, it..." Steve pauses, glancing at Eddie before slowly wrapping the blanket around himself. "Sorry, uh... thank you. This is, um, nice."
"it's nothing."
"It's not. Just- take the thanks, Ed."
"Alright, alright."
They're silent for the rest of the drive. It's so unusual for them that it has Eddie nervous, glancing at Steve every other moment.
When they finally pull to a stop, Eddie turns to Steve, who stays where he is. He stares out the front window for a moment, before turning to face Eddie.
"Are you alright?" Eddie asks.
"Yeah, I am. Enjoying the warmth."
"That all?"
"... yeah."
Eddie rolls his eyes. "You're a terrible liar."
"Wh- hey, I'm a good liar!" He tries to glare, but quickly backs down with a huff. "Alright, fine, but it's really sappy! Don't say I didn't warn you!"
"Oh, no, the horror."
"Shut up. I was just thinking about how, like... there's so many little things in your life that are for me. My tapes in your room, spare clothes in your closet, this blanket... I really appreciate it, man. You've made space for me in your life. It means a lot to me."
"Oh, right. That's... yeah. Of course, Steve. You're always welcome. I love- uh... spending time with you."
"Good. I love spending time with you too."
"Good."
"Great."
Steve's smile is wide and goofy. He's sure that his own is just as cheesy.
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You have to understand. I don't "ship" Harry with the smoker on the balcony, I think whatever they have going on canonically is way funnier and touching than anything anyone could come up with.
There is so much within the dynamic itself. It’s a middle aged man and a younger man who are nothing alike and everything like each other. It’s the smoker being the person that kickstarts Harry’s sexuality journey anew, seeing Harry’s fascination with him and being amused by it because (aside from Harry being probably the first man in a while who’s managed to leave him dumbfounded in a positive way) the smoker *knows* what’s happening in Harry’s mind and as he puts it, it’s beautiful.
Don't get me wrong, the mutual attraction is there. The smoker flirts with Harry every other two lines (girl why the fuck are you flirting with a cop you're insane. I'm obsessed with you) yet makes fun of him in the same breath while Harry is absolutely clueless the whole time because he's too busy staring at his abs. Couldn't come up with anything funnier if I tried.
I love this high drama check, this is exaclty what it feels like to speak to clueless boomers who have no idea what they're talking about. Still, once Harry admits that he might be part of the "underground" as he puts it, the smoker is immediately excited and encourages him to think about it. It's very sweet.
(I know everyone has probably seen this dialogue 100 times by now but I love the phrasing here. literally twink_boutta_pounce.jpeg)
And as a side note I really like this emphaty check in response to Harry's little breakdown after the failed suggestion check the first time you meet him. The smoker like damn he just like me fr.
I don't think more smoker interactions were needed at all or that they would ever talk again post-game but it's interesting to think about what other converations they could have, even just so we could learn a bit more about him. They both have an interest in art. They're both stuck in a place they can't leave if they wanted to and yet find beauty in it, they both have regrets about past relationships. They both find talking with the other a charming experience in a way or another. If I want to be indulgent, they both could benefit from learning about what being gay means for a younger/older generation, especially since they both have such different life experiences with their identities.
It's all fanfic talk, and obviously no cops at pride and so on but their interactions did make me think about community and recognition through the other. A flirt for the sake of a flirt, a “maybe in another lifetime” but this lifetime is good too because they did meet and leave an impression on each other before parting ways. That's *beautiful* too.
#disco elysium#smoker on the balcony#harry du bois#they can boink too if you want them to I support you. honestly good for them#but overall I do think about the greater scope of their dynamic it's just. it's nice.#de meta#don't know where else to put this other observation but it's fun to look at how the smoker is framed from Harry's POV#I can't give specific examples bc it's basically all over the pov narration when talking to him#but it feels very femme fatale in a noir detective novel. it’s very refreshing to see that portrayed as a twink idk. I liked that detail#I mean you could argue that klassje is more of the femme fatale of the game and I’d agree with you#but harry’s bi he can have two of them. as a treat
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Omg I love the trope ppl do sometimes where Sanji gives birth to a mini marimo, and Zoro and the kid always fight each other or like compete for Sanjis attention. And it’s even funnier if he also has a daughter cuz of course his little lady is gonna always have Sanjis attention and she knows and is so smug about it.
I think Zoro and his daughter are united on all fronts until she turns like eight. Like they are total partners in crime through out her toddler years. Zoro is busy giving her just as much attention as Sanji so he doesn't really care if him and his husband can't spend as much time together as they used to. They have a baby now, that's where both of their focus is going.
But then she turns eight and Sanji goes back to working full time and suddenly she cares less about what Zoro is doing and more about Sanji paying attention to her. Which is cute at first, she misses her daddy now that he's spending more time in the kitchen. But Zoro also misses his husband now that he's spending more time in the kitchen.
Minimo (that's her name for now) has the baby privileges though, so she can walk into the kitchen at anytime and say 'Papa I wanna eat with you.' and Sanji immediately drops everything and sits down with his girl. She also would rather starve than eat anything that wasn't made by him. Zoro has to either kidnap Sanji, or wait until after their daughter has gone to bed. And Sanji goes to sleep early so Zoro only has like two hours to spend with him after that.
So Zoro and Minimo start competing with each other for attention. They both have their own trump card that is guarantied to win Sanji over. Hers is to ask if they can make something together (it's usually a little sandwich because those are her favorite and it's easy to make). Zoro's is to tell Sanji they're going on a date (they don't go out very often so when Zoro plans something it's usually something big). They both feel like that's cheating though so they don't use their trump cards unless they like actually really want Sanji's attention for the day. For the most part their days are spent basically pulling on Sanji's pant leg like children (well, one of them actually is so it looks normal when she does it, it looks ridiculous seeing Zoro practically beg for his attention though).
Sanji is aware that they do this and he really does try to give them equal attention, but every time he sees his little girl he can't help the feeling of wanting to give her everything. And he knows Zoro is used to him giving a lot of attention to his lady so he doesn't feel too bad about doing it.
Zoro and Minimo are still very close and their relationship is super chill when Sanji isn't around. She was trying to hold Wado before she was one and nowadays she's obsessed with swords. She practices two sword style because she thinks three sword style looks stupid (she's right). The blades she uses are custom made and currently are blunt; as she gets older Zoro will sharpen them for her but Sanji doesn't want her holding sharp weapons so young. Sanji was originally against teaching her how to fight or even fighting around her until she was older because he didn't want her thinking she needed to be strong, he wanted her to know she could be anything and could do it without fighting. But even without Zoro ever unsheathing his blades in front of her, she was still drawn to them and used to always ask him to teach her. When she turned seven she started straight up stealing Wado and using her. So they thought it would be better to get Minimo her own safe swords and have Zoro teach her.
She does a lot of 'Daddy, Daddy watch this!' *cue dangerous sword move that almost gives Sanji a heart attack* and every time Sanji almost tells Zoro to never teach her anything again. But she learns fast and has yet to hurt herself. Zoro is excited for the days when people come to challenge him for his title and she can kick their asses for him.
#zosan#sanji#zoro#40yo zosan#one piece#40yo zosan because I don't think either of them will even think about children until they're older#Imo they have a daughter first and then adopt a set of feral orphan twins#one likes fighting like his big sister and the other really wants to make swords#Sanji is kind of sad that none of them want to be pro chefs but he loves them very much anyway#and they all are obsessed with his food so it's fine
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the 5 love languages
how dazai would express each of the love language
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
If Dazai is gifted at one thing,it’s at using his mouth (take this info however you want). He knows exactly when you need to be cheered up,and he always knows exactly what to say to make you feel better. He doesn't even say words of affirmations consciously , it's just in his nature to whisper sweet words into your ears, to compliment you,to make you feel seen and loved. It's difficult for him to talk about his own feelings and how you make him feel ; but when it comes to talking about you suddenly no one can get him to shut up. If you ever need reassurance on anything, he'll always give it to you without any problem,going on a full rant about how wonderful he finds you.
PHYSICAL TOUCH
Physical touch is most likely Dazai's n1 love language. He's like a starving man when it comes to your touch,he just can never get enough of it. If you're in the same room,he'll always make sure that he's touching you in one way or another, whether it'll be a subtle and gentle touch or just straight up him clinging to you,trying to get as much of his body in touch with yours. he loves to hold your hand,love to hold an hug,love to give small kisses on whatever part of your skin is available : he just loves to touch you. He cant' even really explain why, it's simply as if his soul yearned for yours and the only way to satisfy this yearning was to become one with your body.
ACTS OF SERVICES
I feel like Dazai would be more subtle with this one. He doesn't specifically do big helpful gestures,but he does try to help you as best as he can in your day to day life. If he knows you always take a specific breakfast,he'll make sure to bring it to you from time to time, or if you two go on a mission together than he'll do the biggest part of it.His acts of services aren't clearly noticeable ones, especially since he brushes them off as "oh it's nothing" whenever you do notice what he did (but later on if he needs something he'll bring them up and go "don't you remember what i did this morning??" to convince you to help him), but they're still nice attentions.I also feel like he'll learn how to take care of himself by trying to help you on things , because if he brings you some breakfast, well he just have to get himself some too because he knows you won't let him simply watch you eat.
.GIFT GIVING
Dazai is TERRIBLE at gifts. Not because he doesn't know what to get,in fact he ALWAYS have the perfect gift idea ; he simply finds it funnier to get you something completely stupid,completely useless, completely dazai. You could tell him clearly what you want and he would still only get you some silly objects from a drug store, like a plastic duck or a book filled with dad jokes. He always cracks himself up when he buy these gifts,and in the end he's the only one who ends up using them.
QUALITY TIME
With his job, free time is usually rare for him, so choosing to spend it with you is truly a sign of his affection. He loves to just stay inside with you,talking with each other or just watching something while being in this little bubble where it feels like you're the only person in the world. I don't think he specifically enjoy going out once he gets serious with someone, preferring one on one moments at each other's houses rather than being at a restaurant or even a park where it'll be crowded with other people. But, if you're someone who prefers to go out then he'll make sure to find new places to visit every week, because even if he has his preferences, deep down if he gets to be with you then he doesn't care where you two are.
#dazai x you#dazai x reader#dazai bsd#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#bungou stray dogs dazai#bungo stray dogs
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If it's okay can I request Transformers prime Megatron hc with a human reader?
Sure! Just letting you know I've only seen half of Season One at the time of writing this request. I hope despite this you enjoy this concept and I get the character right!
I'm a sucker for human/transformer pairs so... it is what it is.
Edit after fic: This was really fun to write :) I like the idea of Transformers with a human darling.
Yandere! TF:P! Megatron with Human! Darling
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Stalking implied, Torture, Human/Transformer, Megatron sees you as a pet because you're small and squishy, Degrading behavior, Threat of death, Murder, Violence, Obsession, Sadism.
There's an unfortunate factor about this pair.
Megatron is not a fan of organics.
He isn't anything like those Autobots.
Allying with humans as if they're so similar to a Cybertronian.
His concern is power.
Megatron isn't going to pick up a random human off the street without reason.
You'd need to have connections with Autobots or something to prove your worth.
Government official or a close friend of them... some sort of connection that can give him a reason to hunt you down.
Once he does, he'll kidnap you and that's where things begin.
I'd like to first note obvious thing...
Megatron and you have a large size difference in terms of height and build.
It takes a lot of time for Megatron to get used to an organic, let alone one so small.
Go on, look up his height.
He could crush you in his hand.
Megatron likes power and he sees humans as weak creatures.
He doesn't get how Optimus likes these things....
Not until much later when he keeps you around does he understand it in his own cruel way.
At first you're handed off to Starscream.
The usual torture for getting info out of you.
Once your throat is raw from screaming and crying, you're tossed into a cell for later use.
You're a... pitiful thing to him, really.
He almost feels bad... perhaps killing you would be merciful.
Then he sees you in the cell, on your knees and leaking from your eyes.
What's funnier? You beg to him.
You beg for the pain to stop, that you'll try to help him in anyway you can...
He doubts you can but that nature of yours fuels his ego.
If there's one thing humans can do, it's use their pathetic body to stroke your ego.
That's when Megatron begins to tolerate you.
He'll keep you just to show Autobots what humans can truly be used for.
Tricks and labor to please beings so much stronger than them.
Megatron's obsession is very slow acting.
He makes you do things for him no matter how degrading, just to please him.
The moment he does show something softer, you're too weak to acknowledge it at first.
For the most part Megatron uses you.
He feels if anything, organics can be used for his own gain.
You also happen to be a... cute one.
So easy to destroy... your life in his hands.
Safe to say most of his obsession is due to his ego.
He's sadistic and causing you pleasure and pain feeds into such desires.
Each time his red eyes look at you, dwarfing you in size alone, he sees you shake.
You're lucky he's only ever merciful towards you.
Megatron does not like others pointing out that he's enjoying an organic.
The large and feared Decepticon Lord Megatron? Holding such a small creature in his large hand?
Starscream comments on him and his new pet.
The smaller Decepticon nearly broke the ship wall with how hard he hit it, flung by his master like a toy.
Megatron never outright admits how you make him feel.
You flinch each time a metal flinger taps your head, knowing that alone could hurt you.
Megatron is struggling not to crush you.
You'd cause such a mess.
He'll never see you as an equal...
But he does feel an odd sense of care towards you.
Megatron keeps you in his ship, a large cell constructed for your enclosure.
He hides you from Autobots and Decepticons alike.
He likes to think you're his.
Megatron also likes to hear you worship and beg to him.
To see you grovel... pledging your loyalty all to him...
That's his favorite part.
Escape is nowhere near possible all on your own.
He's the leader of the Decepticons, if you fled his ship to Earth somehow he'll hunt you down.
Wherever you go, he will track and drag you back kicking and screaming.
He would hate to kill you-
But misbehave and you're on thin ice.
Megatron would have others killed for you.
Well... those he feels are a threat to you and him-
Autobots, humans, even other Decepticons will be executed if they even think of taking you.
Megatron doesn't mind keeping you on his shoulder as some sort of parrot if you don't mind the height.
Well... he tolerates it as you tend to chatter nervously to him.
He doesn't mind your voice....
Most of the time you're in your cell or in his hands.
To be an organic kept by Megatron is an odd sight.
Unfortunately you've grown on him and he plans to keep you...
No wonder those Autobots keep humans.
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PROPAGANDA:
Soup Group:
I love them sm. They go raid a woodland mansion together with stone tools on day 1. They go end-busting with only soup a few days later. They all based practically on top of each other and send messages under the river (or through the ceiling/basement in Gem and Impulse's case). Pearl and Impulse got mad at the king so the three of them started a revolution. Every single meetup involves them drinking suspicious stew that more often than not causes someone to go blind. They share a nether tunnel. Gem got bored and they all had wooden sword fights. They put their faces all over each other's bases. Gem still uses the "Behind You Gem! 2.0" sword that Impulse made her at the beginning of the season. There's so many inside jokes between them. Please, they mean so so so much to me <3
They're neighbours. They're going on soup adventures. They're watching each other die in comedic ways. They're slaying each other with wooden swords. They're teasing each other. They have an elaborate messaging system they never use. Pearl keeps making them blindness soup and then the others complain that she's blinded them again and then they'll do it all again next week. They're silly and goofy and so much fun. I love them.
Clockers:
The worst best family ever they will kill you for fun and cackle when things go up in flames, they’re fiercely protective of each other and also mistrust each other in about the same amount, no therapist could fix them and I don’t want any to attempt cause what they’ve got going on is far funnier than anything else they could do if they had any semblance of a normal relationship
The perfect chaotic family dynamic in a hunger games style world where only one is competent enough to keep them all alive c:
They are the funniest guys your honor. Scar cannot pronounce the L in Clockers. They do weird family rp and murder Ethoslab. Cleo reuniting with Bdubs and Scar in death made me tear up.
Reluctant mom and her found family of two off-the-wall "kids" who drive her mad and commit crimes in a death game... That is all
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Are you still taking requests?? And if so do you do angst? If yes to both could you maybe do a cc!tommy x reader where it's like, one-sided? Tommy is like, completely infatuated with someone else and reader is entirely in love with him and just kind of has to live with it cause they've been best friends for like, 4yrs at that point. Reader can be a streamer or not, but Tommy's fans know about them regardless from storytimes or them being in his videos. But I've had this idea in my head for like a week at this point and I need it out of my system😭
I'm sorry it took me forever to get to this! But It's finally done!
Pairing: CC!Tommy x Gn!Reader
Only one
This was worryingly easy. Unfairly easy, even. It always was, no matter what changes.
Vlogs with Tommy. Videos with Tommy. A stream with Tommy. Anything with Tommy.
It's so easy to blame it on being best friends. The symmetry between the two of you coupled with how you were both always grinning around each other was evident to anyone who spent any time with the two of you.
You and Tommy, best friends.
It's so easy to blame it on that.
How long has it been that you've been in love with him? Counting the days would be pathetic (isn't that what you are?) so you haven't. Yet.
One-sided love might be the worst thing to ever happen to you. Worse than when you scraped your knee tripping on pavement, or when Tommy "accidentally" pushed you into the water at the fountain.
There were three definite facts in your life:
1. You were hopelessly in love with Tommyinnit, and have been for nearly the entire time you've known him.
2. He, most certainly, did not feel the same way.
3. No matter how infatuated you were, you'd be his best friend for as long as he'd have you.
Of course, there were always the less certain things too. The ones that kept you up at night, worries filled in your head.
Normally when that happened, you got into a call with Tommy and played some mindless game for too long.
For example: you think Wilbur Knows. Knows, with a capital "K" because it was simply that important. On the other hand, you also think he won't tell Tommy. A small miracle.
Between the way you were always around him, attracted to him like he's the goddamn sun, and the way you're always donning the stupidest smile, it probably was obvious.
Lucky for you, Tommy was completely oblivious. And, hopefully, he'd stay that way forever.
Unlucky for you, Tommy was completely oblivious. And hopelessly obsessed with someone else.
"She's perfect, I fucking swear." He had groaned, throwing himself onto the bed next to you.
"No one's perfect, Tom." Was the cliche but true response you had come up with.
"She is."
Welcome to hell.
You were a good friend though, and you cared too much about him for your own good, so you subjected yourself to it. The torture of listening to him talk about someone else, just so you could see his smile.
And so it went.
"The fact she's even talking to me is..." He shakes his hands in the air dramatically, making you laugh even as it feels like you're breaking.
"Is she funny?" You asked one day.
"Not funnier than me." He joked, grinning. "But she's perfect, so of course she is."
He got a date with her. Of course he did, he's Tommy. How anyone wouldn't like him is beyond you.
"I gave her my jacket." He whispered over a call to you at night, after his date. "That got me good points, right? People like that shit?"
"Yeah, people like that shit. She'll be head over heels for you in no time." You had assured him.
She will be head over heels for him, eventually. But you already were.
"What if I fucked it up though?" He had groaned.
"You didn't. And if she doesn't want you, then fuck her." You might've said that with a bit too much passion. "You're awesome. Millions of people see that, so her loss."
"...Thanks. Oh fuck she's texting me!"
You'd do this forever. Let pieces of you break, until they're all broken, just to see him happy.
He was your best friend, and you were his.
And that?
That came first, over whatever feelings you had for him.
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Hii hope you are doing great!!
Could i request with any genshin men having a s/o with a contagious laugh, like those loud laughs that makes everything more funny than it should be
Idk if its a weird req but i had to get it out if my mind lolol, thx for reading!
It’s not weird at all!! This is such a cute idea :) I feel like cyno would be really cute with this so ill write this for him, sorry if this isn't what you meant though TvT
Cyno x Reader with a contagious laugh
You had finally convinced your lover, Cyno, to take a day off doing anything that involved working, and so here you two were, at a corner upstairs in Lambad's Tavern. You, charmed by his god-awful jokes, and him, charmed by your rather contagious laugh thats somehow always funnier than his jokes (i think anything would be honestly).
"y/n?" he called your name. You looked up, humming in reply. He flipped through a notepad you gave him solely to jot down jokes that would only ever make you laugh (only due to how terrible it was that it became funny). "Let me read you this joke. I really think this is the one."
It was quite cute, to see him try to make an actual funny joke. You were quite skeptical, since he'd always say that every single time. And of course, they were absolutely terrible. You must've made an expression because he scoffed and replied with "I promise this one's actually funny. one last chance please." he begged.
You sighed. "Alright alright.." you gave him the green light. Immediant regret.
"Why are colds bad criminals?" he asked. He was sure that this one would be a hit. "I'm not sure, why?" you asked, already preparing for the worst.
"Because they're easy to catch!" he gave a slight grin, but then it faded away. You, once sitting on the chair across from Cyno, was now d y i n g on the floor. Of laughter of course. You had a rather loud laugh, and it was quite contagious. That or everyone else was too scared of the general and decided to laugh along with you.
Tears were falling out of your eyes as you were laughing so hard. "Oh my god!" you laughed. He could already tell this joke was a fail as well. "Stop laughing y/n.." he was extremely flustered. And he was so so sure that this joke was the one!
"I-I'm sorry" you apologized, yet continuing to cackle. You had to take in deep breaths and pinch yourself to try and stop laughing. And of course, you couldn't stop laughing no matter what.
Cyno let out a rather loud chuckle, perhaps from his defeat or the spreading warmth in his cheeks making him laugh because well, your laugh was just so full of joy (coming from his god awful joke). He sunk down in his chair, crossing out that joke. Perhaps he should try a knock-knock joke next time?...
This was kinda short but i really enjoyed writing this :)) Have a wonderful day everyone!!
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Since it happens a lot less frequently now, I have less cause to say it but one train of thought hits me every time an anti decides to start a misguided crusade all "hurricane in a box" style. The train of thought follows the memory of all the fans in the past who made it their most important mission to shame, bully and harass anyone who participated in fan spaces for themselves; not the creator. Who didn't follow a subset of rules they just made up.
What I think about is how content must have seemed to them, the deeper they got into it. Every time Ryan or Shane would do something particularly fond for each other, I'd see at least twenty comments spread out on the video, in the tag, or even in the Twitter mentions going "Ahh, the shippers are going to be SO ANNOYING about this".
And were we? I mean if I were an anti, and I was thinking that and my first thought is to hate-scroll through my blog. I remember posting on my own blog, reblogging from the shyan tag, posting in the shyan tag, cackling in group chats. There was a while there when some antis liked to screenshot things we said on our blogs or on servers (some who were lurking in group chats) declaiming how annoying and twisted and creepy we were. It didn't really get anything done. It annoyed a few people but we moved on because the content continued to be fun; the guys kept doing their thing and having fun doing it.
My point is that every time one of these righteous crusades bombs, I catch myself thinking about what it must be like for that anti. To watch something and to be thinking about how someone else is receiving it, how that someone else is someone I have an irascible hatred for is probably somehow going to have more fun with it than I ever could. Because I'm so busy receiving each moment, teeth clenched that it might vindicate someone having fun in their own spaces when I've explicitly said It's Wrong.
And it's like? Yeah, of course, I'm not having fun. Every time Ryan or Shane makes some dumb joke about how close they are or their body language shows fans just why these two started a company together, that would be intolerable to me because I'd be thinking so hard about how much a stranger online probably liked that more than they're "supposed to". Work husbands??? Why did they say that? Now the shippers are definitely enjoying the content and I'm uncomfortable because I gotta think about the implications of the phrase "Work husband" and between my irl responsibilities, have to craft some reasoning as to why homosocial male friendships are a bitter victim to the love spectrum.
I'd get so bored; the content wouldn't bring me any joy. So imagine how that person who decided to make a second blog to craft a 2017-era "breaking my silence" call-out post about Simone is going to experience content now. They won't be able to so much as make it through five minutes of a video without thinking of every single damn fan who told them their post was dumb and how much more fun y'all are going to have as the social media posts get all the more funnier; how Simone's fandom origins give her a good and easy insight into why we enjoy Watcher. Every time there's a promo and it becomes obvious that thanks to Simone's hard work editing clips she knows we'd like, the bloopers are a fans smorgasbord lol.
In the end, is it ever really a surprise why vocal antis leave fanspaces? They dive bomb into spaces to start a fight instead of making friends and end up with a bitter scar that ruins the content for them.
Best I can say is RIP, ya know?
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do you want to hear my leo/need headcanons because im going to tell you either way (some of these might be canon. who knows)
honami is obviously the strongest, followed by ichika, shiho and saki
this is pretty much canon afaik (the height difference, at least) but saki is only like. 1 or 2cm taller than shiho and she will never shut up about it ever
none of them like coffee much, i feel like ichika would really love milk though
saki is lactose intolerant
ichika blinks in every photo ever (flash, no flash, doesn't matter, she does it EVERY fucking time)
honami used to always make fruit pancakes for saki (i love fruit pancakes they're amazing)
they've all sworn against swearing (that. sounds like it doesnt make sense but it DOES). i make the rules
ichika cannot handle jumpscares at all, saki and shiho don't mind them (but still get jumpscared 100%), honami is literally immune and it's probably because of her brother
shiho absolutely goes to see VBS, but she also watches some MMJ livestreams (and she's been to a few concerts) but she would NEVER tell anyone
saki's seen shiho at MMJ concerts but she finds it funnier if she doesn't say anything (and she goes to see WxS obviously)
ichika goes to WxS performances with saki
honami listens to n25 and always tells kanade what she thought of it
shiho ALWAYS jumps at thunder
saki is really good at jigsaw puzzles and crosswords n stuff and it's scary
when they study together they STUDY. everyone is encouraging everyone and they are so incredibly serious about it
if they could have pets (besides honami, who has a dog already), ichika would have a cat, shiho would have a rabbit and saki would have 3 goldfish named after the others, just like shiho with her phenny plushies
SPEAKING OF PHENNY. shiho has every last bit of phenny-related merch to exist ever, and now (thanks to tsukasa) it's even easier to get
saki loves sleepovers but falls asleep way too quickly, honami brings way too many snacks, ichika has carefully planned everything out (she could be swapped with honami tbh), shiho just goes with it
saki loves doing their hair, especially honami's
ichika. nut allergy. im right
ichika is aro-ace
they're in a qpr
#project sekai#pjsekai#pjsk#proseka#prsk#shiho hinomori#ichika hoshino#saki tenma#honami mochizuki#leo/need
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random lion guard outlanders hc's! :3
under the cut because Long Post time :D
after the defeat of scar and jasiri becoming queen, she reformed and reconstructed the volcano. her clan (but mostly her) remade it into a more positive space where the outlanders could meet. jasiri makes everyone go to a mandatory summit there lmao
while she's working on it she tells all of the outlanders they can go there anytime to talk to her, but everyone's either too full of pride or don't know her well enough at that point to do so lol. eventually some of them suck it up. no matter the past, jasiri strives to become friends with all of them, not just their queen. she's sweet
i feel like after janja's clan joins jasiri's, janja might still want an important role, but boy does everyone know it's not gonna be lead hunter or anything lmao. i actually feel like he'd be a real good caretaker/pupsitter while most of the clan is out hunting, but he does enjoy patrolling around their territory and the outlands every now and then despite basically being banned from hunting lmao
i saw from a hc from a post once (can't find it atm) that mzingo joins jasiri and janja in hunting! i think that's cute because it's like a 'raven helping wolf for the benefit of both' dynamic. i love jasiri and mzingo's alliance/friendship so much. i'd even go as far to say what mzingo is to jasiri is a bit like what zazu is to simba, except mzingo still has his parliament to care for so he's not always around. but still
this one may be a tiny bit ooc... but i think it'd be so funny if jasiri forced the henchmen & goigoi to make a 'Sorry For Plotting To Eat You' party for thurston. it's funny bc he's still completely oblivious like, "but you DIDN'T eat me, right?" and they just choose not to remind him that the guard had to save him from them 💀 even funnier that it's barely a party and more of a formal apology yet he still has a good time
the skinks, ushari, sumu and kenge are their own friend group. they all say they hate one another, but they care about each other more than anyone :)
each of them used to live in different spots all over the outlands but then they all ended up living the cave(?) equivalent of Right Next Door, likely after scar was destroyed and the outlands reformed. njano is the sorta guy to walk into any of their homes uninvited in the middle of the night and ask if they're awake bc shupavu ain't gonna put up with her roommate's late night questions/antics lmao
since the crocs are... not the best at showing their true feelings, every month or so kiburi and his float bring a big catch to the other outlanders as a sign of their alliance... and also to show off a bit. for the hyenas, jackals and vultures who live primarily off of small things, it's like the equivalent of a massive turkey dinner. the crocs used to just Straight Up Leave as soon as they gave the food, but they're learning to stick around
in fact staying for those 'dinners' was how tamka came up with the idea to get something out of his passion for acting. he notices madoa, reirei and goigoi struggling with wema, tunu, dogo and kijana. he's like, "hey, wait... if we're bringin' them food for bein' nice... maybe i can get somethin' in return for entertaining the little ones!" and thus, from that day on, he became a pup sitter!
and you know what? he's actually really good at it! the pups can't tell/don't really care whether he's "acting" or not, cause tamka is the best climbing frame they've ever had in their LIFE. credit to @devilsrecreation once again for inspiring this, especially of tamka giving piggyback rides! i imagine nduli kinda gets in on the fun of entertaining the kiddos too while kiburi and neema glance at each other from the sidelines wondering how they got to this point of their float playing with pups 😭
i imagine at some point a river that runs the small amount of water that goes into the outlands suddenly stops, and jasiri brings like everyone with her to go find out what happened. most of them are pretty reluctant to leave the outlands at all, but they can't survive without the water for long, especially the crocs. so they're all forced on this big trip for their survival. i guess this would be the outlanders version of 'the journey to the tree of life'
in reference to this au, nduli leads the way as shenzi is guiding him! i like the idea that because the outlands are all kinds of animals- especially with a hyena in reign- he has the ability to see and talk to other species that are ghosts, or whatever mufasa is lol. ghost shenzi just shows up whenever she wants instead of nduli 'summoning' her and gives the most vague directions ever before she peaces out again. it drives nduli and jasiri into complete confusion and frustration about where the heck they're going lmao
also they're like halfway through the journey before janja even realises nduli is literally talking to his mom. it's probably a pretty bittersweet moment when nduli successfully summons shenzi so that she can talk to janja and the hyenas. banzai and ed greet them too :)
despite everyone's grumbles they get the water back, with many of them having to save one another from various perilous things, cuz bonding lol. i imagine they all get to put their skills to use too. also we all know the skinks would have to be saved the most cuz they're tiny little instigators
expect more of these. every time i think i'm done with all my ideas another one pops into my head lol
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can we get a top, bottom, switch list? i'm curious to see what dynamics you see with the twst cast.
i just assume them all being roughly 17 that they're all so horny and willing to experiment with anything it doesn't matter. these are high school age boys we're talking about. a hole is a hole. i firmly believe they've all used magic to jerk off till they go blind for the day
ace - my baseline for the cast. the closest to being straight in the entire world. imagines himself topping and daydreams of doing it with a girl but i mean he's likely ended up on the bottom of the ass hierarchy but idk if he'd like it more than topping
deuce - like his mom told him that to get a baby you have sex but i don't think she went into detail so i don't think deuce knows too much. his best trait is his inexperience after all but he still cranks it like a regular boy. he would go for top cuz he doesn't know there's other ways and he can rut someone like a pig but he'd be down for bottoming cuz it's now a challenge. lifts legs spreads ass yelling bring it on before his back gets blown out. he has a slapable ass thank u track club deuce card
trey - a normal guy with a perfectly normal life. he's probs considered the aspect of bottoming but since he's a bit taller and i headcanon less flexible he doesn't think it'll be for him. only if the right guy comes along. i think he's more aware of what he's okay with being the sensible guy so tops more
cater - two older sisters and constantly moving has probably made him a master at the two minute wank. maybe being on his own for the first time has allowed his freak to fly. wants to actually enjoy the act. has tons of colorful toys and good recommendations. likes his hair tugged
riddle - guy is so pent up the second he touched his weewee as a kid his mom scolded him so hard he's certain if he ever saw it erect his mom would cut it off. the kind to hump his pillow and then get an ulcer from hiding it. fandom sees him as a huge bottom which he is but with azul i like to see him be the top simply cuz i make azul the bigger bottom a la bias. the guy's had it rough. let him have a little bussy. as a treat. like. 98% bottom 2% top with azul
leona - probably bottoms more than people think and is a pillow princess about it. either make him cum or leave him alone. if he tops tho you're not walking right. only cool kids can touch it tho
jack - has a knot because yeah. since he's big like trey probs always assumed he'd be on top but i think out of respect he'd let leona and/or ruggie do him
ruggie - i feel it started early. selling his mouth out for food or money and only progressed through school. more of a bottom cuz of it tho i feel might've dreamed of topping leona only to get violently corrected. i thing he'd like to top just a little more but most guys want to be the top so he just bends over and gives you his rates
azul - tho i like bottom azul more than the blue in the sky i will also admit he and the twins are deplorable freaks who have tried every hole, position, and fantasy they could physically get away with. he's slid his mackerel inside which is a pretty high honor tbh. ends up bottoming just cuz he's stretchiest and squishiest and his bussy is top tier. i don't think he's had his virginity since he was 12. would probably love to top riddle tho and show him the joys of the flesh
jade and floyd - puts them together because it's basically the same: whatever gets them the nut. topping is just easier for it but if azul's busy or they're feeling that special brotherly connection only brothers can then someone's gotta bottom
kalim - i feel he just orgies all day every day so something's going in and out from every hole like the dorm bike. topping and bottoming are more like constraints when after all everyone can feel good together
jamil - a guy who wants to top but is made to bottom his entire life his dickus has never once entered another body. it's funnier like that. i bet if he ever did get get the chance he'd automatically get himself ready to bottom cuz of muscle memory. the only guy who offered to bottom for him was azul and his balls shriveled away in protest
epel - wants to top. has not topped. will never top. MAYBE jack, as a present for his birthday i guess but his meat isn't getting past those cheeks. vil f/ucks him daily both physically and mentally to keep him in his place.
rook - my perception of rook was altered thanks to hent/ai so it's more gratifying to see him bottom. like he can probably top easily but there's something fun about making him the prey instead of the predator. would bottom for the beautiful vil and niege
vil - lol sorry pibbles but vil feels funner as a top. commanding others to suck and take it is fun. has trained rook and epel on his dong and many others. tho of course finds no issue with bottoming either just not the 100% uke idea
idia - freakass has ruined every hole with technology and homemade masturbatory aids. his personality is very submissive but he's got a pretty big ego and i feel he'd slip into the protag-he/ntai enthusiast easily and prefer topping but really wants to live out every single nhen/tai comic he has bookmarked which is in the thousands. tops for azul cuz someone has to and that ass is too thick not to
ortho - he can do it all. the tightest snatch reduce your stick to atoms like a coinpresser or a dong wider than a horse's. idk who he'd do it with but he's prepared for every scenario with equal enthusiasm he just likes seeing the other party happy
lilia - has probs done more war crimes and noncons than you think but grandpa's joints are old and prefers bottoming now. feel similar to venti of being a cute femboy but then whips out a massive hog and teaches you a lesson of not underestimating your elders
silver - idk about him much frankly but if hes just going to lay there sleeping then he's just asking for it. sleeping beauty time
sebek - despite his size and strength probably has saved his v-card for malleus and malleus alone in which he will most likely bottom. idk about him either
malleus - has been served v-cards on a silver platter and lilia likely taught him a thing or two but idk if the prince of briar valley's even been the one taken to poundtown. i know leona would want to take him but if yuu asked really nicely i think he'd allow it too
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✧ — 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [ 𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐈 ]
“I'm knocking off work early to pick up some groceries. Wanna come?”
“You are such a shithead, you know that?”
“A lot of times, people do the things they do because they can't do anything else.”
“I am seriously going to punch your goddamn lights out.”
“You know nothing about my life.”
“I wish I knew all the constellations like you did.”
“I don't know how much I've told you, but I didn't have the best childhood.”
“When someone does all that stuff to you, it can make you do some bad things to yourself.”
“I believe in a universe that doesn't care, and people who do.”
“You're an extremely good and smart person, [name].”
“I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you spend a lot of adulthood being vaguely stressed.”
“Maybe I'm just the most recent failure in the line of failures that is our family.”
“Alright well, guilt thoroughly tripped.”
“I forget that we live in separate realities.”
“That's vague. And disconcerting.”
“That all sounded a lot more badass in my head.”
“I'm sorry, but what expertise have you brought to this thus far?”
“We'll be here all night if your dumb ass is in charge.”
“I didn't choose to be born into this society.”
“You know, and I probably don't have to say this, but just because something happened in the past doesn't mean it's going to happen again.”
“I'm not saying there's a ghost, but old stuff that just got torn up seems like ghost central.”
“Dude, we're gonna get tasered or something.”
“I am blaming you if this goes bad.”
“Don't to go sleep angry. You'll have bad dreams.”
“Who's the best vermin? You are!”
“I do not trust you with any part of this process.”
“This isn't fun. This blows.”
“I'm going to break something.”
“My mouth tastes like broken dreams.”
“I have to grow up a bit. You have to let me change.”
“Remember the time I almost burned down the school?”
“Well, tonight was a complete bust.”
“This thing is gonna really freak some kids out.”
“I've had these horrible nightmares that feel really real, and I think something really bad is going to happen.”
“Things are like, monumentally screwed right now, and no one in power gives a shit. Or they're actively making it worse out of spite or profit.”
“I hate everything right now.”
“I sure hope nobody saw that.”
“Weird!? That was not weird! That was a crime!”
“I dunno, stress does weird things to people.”
“Listen, I don't believe in ghosts. But I believe in you.”
“Sorry. That sounded funnier in my head.”
“I can't come up with any explanations that aren't nuts.”
“I could use like five naps. Five good naps in one nap bucket.”
“You making, like, three dinners at once?”
“Good dinner makes everyone feel better!”
“Don't ever get seriously injured again, okay?”
“Before I knew it... I was on top of him, smashing his face in with the bat.”
“Something broke. In my head. In my life.”
“Why the hell are you out here by yourself?”
“Even if this was somehow all in your head, which it isn't, I would still back you. To the actual God's honest end.”
“Alright, lets go die or something. But hopefully not.”
“I know this won't save me in the end. But I don't need it to save me forever... I just need it to save me now.”
“I don't even believe in hell and I hope all they go straight there.”
“I think you get taught that you have a lot more control of the world than you do.”
“Sometimes you need someone to be the thing you don't have.. Even if it's something you're supposed to already have.”
“I don't want us to just be part of some horrible story.”
“I want to like, grow giant and pick you all up and carry you someplace safe.”
“Not gonna sugarcoat it, I hate my job.”
“In my experience, the big things don't teach you anything. But they make you something.”
“There is not one person on God's earth who doesn't love tacos.”
“Thanks for saving me last night. Like, repeatedly. ”
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What if...?
"The Masked Cinderella" — what if prince charming never found his Cinderella? The lovely liege he encountered at the masquerade? What if a simple joke turned to be the most pivotal point in his rule? What if all he needed was to focus his eyes on something other than the mask?
♡.. Once upon a fairytale story, lived a young prince basking in his new found glory. It goes without saying that Diavolo had it all: his kingdom, his power, his influence and all the riches one could ever dream of. Oh sure the prince ironically possesses a kind soul, but, until then he was never satisfied.
♡.. Part of this many antics was a Fall Masquerade, to which all nobles and lucky peasants gathered around in celebration. What occasion? Even Diavolo wasn't so sure. Wouldn't it be funnier to think that the "prince" was nothing but a pawn in the crowd? How he loved that idea — MC suggested it afterall.
♡.. The prince would give anything to ditch all the formalities.
♡.. The tale was perfect; but who was this fine liege? A black sheep mask adorned in golden highlights. Diavolo introduced himself under a false facade, asking them questions like "how have I never heard of you before?" and "you dance quite well. Where did you learn this?"
♡.. The figure laughed. Could they see through his mask? Could they make out the silhouette of a lovestruck prince pining for their attention in these brief instances? Could they see the stars twinkle in pools of honey — stars that shine brighter than any gold this world posses?
♡.. In a gentle motion, they only teased:
— "Find me, my prince."
♡.. Who knew pretending to be a mere mortal could have someone tug at his heartstrings. Cinderella — they were. To think he chased after them after the event ended; to which all others were looking for him. Prince Diavolo. Ruler of the Devildom. Was it just for a tyrant to feel sympathy? He couldn't imagine chasing after another after his last love. Not until he felt the mask in his hand...
♡.. Porcelain, yet incredibly light to his touch. He felt determined, clinging onto it like his prized possession. He will find this Cinderella.
♡.. Like any ordinary day, Diavolo clings onto the mask, ignoring the concerned remarks of Lucifer or the subtle "ehems" of his butler. He carefully ran his fingers along the frame of the mask. How his black fingernails blended seamlessly with the colour. It felt as if nothing else mattered, not the meeting. Not the exchange program. Nothing. In a soft coo, he muttered, "I'll find you.. You'll be here eventually."
♡.. The only thing that catches him from his trance was a hand on the table, like a gavel echoing in court. Snapping of fingers alerted him to look back at the source of the sound. His favourite exchange student.
♡.. They'd tease, "who's the lucky girl? or guy? You seem pretty focused on that mask owner."
♡.. Diavolo would blush at that statement.
♡.. Days. Weeks pass by. Until then, was it worth ignoring his duties? He had pushed everyone aside. Someday. Someday he'll find them. MC's teasing proved as a sign to keep going.
— "What if they're not a noble?"
— "awww is the prince feeling lovesick again~?"
— "sheesh, you're probably scaring them."
♡.. Maybe when he'll find them... just perchance... in this instance... He'll finally be satisfied.
♡.. But alas, was it a lost cause? Barbatos knocked on the young master's door. A long sigh could be heard, before bringing the dreaded news. "My lord, I believe we have found Cinderella."
♡.. The Prince's smile then faltered into a solemn expression.
To quote: "He lost his breathe. He's losing conscience. Yet undeterred, he always comes to their feet no matter how bad the fall."
Sadly the prince isn't exempted from the author's rampant desire for angst 😔
This idea was actually one of the more fun but difficult ones to think about. I personally like to believe that Diavolo would purposely pretend to be a lower ranking noble just to get away with some of the formalities — it's a masquerade, afterall! Wouldn't the fun be ruined if you knew who the other person was?
I'd leave the interpretation of the ending for you guys :3 fair warning that this is one of my more sadder stories
Plus I am actually working on this as my own personal project, so stay tuned! ^^
That's all for this author's note! And have a great day 🫶
#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me!#obey me diavolo#fluff? angst??? a guilty pleasure#obey me x cinderella-ish story#what's a happy ending?#cinderella story#diavolo x reader#diavolo x mc#maybe#maybe just maybe#fanfic ideas#ideas
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