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Well! It's not a Monday, and it's been a hot second. BUT!!! :3c Here! Chapter 27 of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? is here! Raph and Casey finally get to have some long overdue bonding time together. Read it on ao3 or below the cut.
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“Why the hell is she ALWAYS HERE?!” Donnie cried in complaint, just barely twisting out of the path of a kunai’s bite, twisting backwards to retreat from his opponent’s assault.
“Great question. Honestly, it seems like you’re kind of obsessed with us. Sort of embarrassing,” Leo chirped in reply, grinning big as he spun into the fray, leaping in defense of his twin. The Foot Ninja easily dodged him and the sweep of his odachi, all but spitting at him in reply.
“DIE.”
“Damn, okay. Touchy,” Leo muttered.
Their opponent shrieked in response, throwing herself at her enemy, but was easily rebuffed by their father, jerking forward to shove her away from his children. Raph would admit she was an impressive fighter, but she was certainly no match for their dad. It took almost no time at all for him to pin her down to the ground, and Raph was just beginning to get a sense of deja vu when Leo heaved a great sigh.
“At least there’s only one of--”
“WHY? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!” Donnie squawked, whipping around to absolutely glare at their twin.
And god, you would not imagine what happened just a few seconds later.
Raph managed to punch out two Foot Clan ninjas and throw another through a storefront before he came about five centimeters from being knifed, and he was finally forced to seek temporary refuge, ducking behind the cover of a nearby sunglasses kiosk to catch his breath and attempt to get his shit together.
C’mon, Raph, focus. You got this. Everyone’s counting on you. You just gotta keep it together, and figure out where the Dark Armor piece is so we can grab it and get out without anyone getting--
“Raph!”
His younger brother’s excited, breathless cry severed his frantic train of thoughts, and his head bobbed upward just in time to watch Leo rush over to join him-- nearly skidding out in his rush. “I think I have a plan--”
Raph froze.
He swore he felt his entire body seize for just a second, his heart clenching up tight in his chest as though someone had just reached through him and grabbed it with ice cold hands.
“No,” he snapped in reply.
“What?!” Leo protested. “You didn’t even let me expl—“
“NO,” Raph hissed, harder this time. He didn’t let himself look back over at Leo, because he knew that he would just glare at him. And he knew that it would just make his body freeze up even more.
“Raph, I promise this will work, it’s—“
“Leo, STOP. I said no! What part of that don’t you get!?” Raph snarled and there was this horrendous tickling crawl running up and down his spine like there was a damn millipede under his skin, and he didn’t want to fight with Leo, so he just—
Ran.
He had to get back out into the fray sooner or later, anyway. They couldn’t just hide forever.
He didn’t wanna be angry at Leo. He didn’t wanna take things out on him. It wasn’t… his fault. Exactly. Totally? Maybe? And he didn’t wanna think about who’s fault it was, anyway, so this was easier.
He didn’t have to think about whether or not he was angry at Leo if he was taking it out on someone else.
And luckily, they were literally surrounded by evil ninjas right now. So. That was actually pretty convenient.
And yeah, okay, sure, there were a lot of them. But here’s the thing-- Raph was no scientist, but he had crunched the numbers, and he was pretty sure their dad was badass enough to count as at least two dozen ninjas, which meant their odds were actually pretty good.
And if their dad was at least two dozen, Raph couldn’t just sit back and let himself be just one.
There were a lot of Foot Clan soldiers, yes. But they had shown up here for a reason, and it was important. And this time, they weren’t just gonna retreat. Raph knew what was at stake-- they were gonna get what they came for.
(That’s what he had told himself at the time, anyway. That was the mantra in his head the entire time-- roaring through the fray alongside his family.)
Raph had been to this mall before. In fact, he’d been to this mall lots of times before. It was overall unremarkable, but the one thing that had always stood out to Raph was the elevator. And this was because Raph had always HATED it.
He didn’t want to say afraid, per se, because that would involve him openly admitting that he was afraid of the elevator. But really, could you blame him? It wasn’t that elevators in general frightened him, it was that THIS elevator frightened him. He remembered visiting this mall back when he was small with the rest of his family and begging his Dad to let them take the escalators instead.
Because how in the world could a glass elevator possibly be safe?! And who the heck would even enjoy that!? Let alone think it was a good idea to build one?!
His first thought he had upon his body careening through the glass, shattering on impact, having been sent flying after a particularly large, brutish member of the Foot slammed into his side, was “see? I was right. This was a bad idea.”
It was pretty much the only thought he had, actually, his brain a bit too caught up in the fact that they had just been thrown through an elevator shaft to really process anything else right away.
Thank god the rest of his body didn’t need his brain in order to react.
He didn’t need conscious thought to tell him to grab onto the remaining metal edge of the elevator, clinging to the closest thing he had to solid ground with his arm as the rest of his body dangled over open air.
(What floor were they on again? The third? The fifth?)
He also didn’t need conscious thought to tell him to grab onto the girl that had been thrown with him— the girl he had been locked into combat with about ten seconds ago.
With his free arm, he bundled her up as close as he possibly could to himself, and he hung on tight.
And for half of a second, they kind of just… hung there. Raph’s feet scrabbled against the smooth surface of the panel of glass below them, surrounded on all sides by thick glass and metal save for the hole just above them that Raph was now hanging onto for dear life.
He could feel little pieces of shattered glass falling down the back of his shirt and tickling at his skin.
He was vaguely aware of screaming from up above him, and while he could pick out his family’s voices amongst that of strangers, he couldn’t quite tell what they were saying. It was hard to hear anything over the heartbeat in his ears.
He glanced down at the girl shoved up against his side. For every bit he was hanging onto her, she was hanging onto him just as desperately, fistfuls of his clothing clenched up in her fingers.
Her eyes were so big.
“Hang on,” he heard himself saying, kind of distantly in the background. “Just hang on. I’ll get us back up.”
And almost as soon as he spoke, her eyes narrowed again.
About four things happened in very quick succession over the following five seconds.
The first was the girl hoisting herself upwards by her grip on him, twisting around with shaking fingers so she could draw a knife from her belt and lunge towards the arm that was not currently wrapped around her.
The second was a flash of crimson light overhead, tickling around the edges of the elevator car that currently sat about three stories above them.
The third thing was a horrific, shrieking groan of metal, followed by a sickening snap.
And the fourth was Raph letting go of his hold on the elevator shaft.
---
Casey was honestly a bit surprised to find that she had, in fact, not been killed in the ensuing fall.
She didn’t think she was even… hurt. At least not badly.
Now that the world had stopped spinning, she began to take quiet inventory, a soft groan escaping her as she strained to gather her bearings again. When she moved, shards of shattered glass fell off of her like snow, joining the mounds of it underfoot with little clicks and clatters. Upon moving, she also realized that there was still an arm wrapped around her, pressed up so tight around her middle that it was nearly hard to breathe. But it wasn’t quite painful.
She had just fallen about four stories. And yet, she was pretty sure she wasn’t even seriously injured. No broken bones, at least. Everything could still move. She could feel her arms, her legs, her toes. She could still feel all her fingers.
She had heard her clan members yelling before. Heard the command to cut the cable. If the fall didn’t kill her, then being crushed by a falling elevator car really should have. It should have killed them both. It was supposed to kill them both.
But it didn’t. They were both alive.
Because the person she had been attempting to murder, who still had an arm wrapped around her middle, hunched over her as if to shield her, currently had them both shoved into the very corner of the elevator shaft, shoved up against the concrete walls of the lower level they now resided in.
They hadn’t been crushed because he was holding up the elevator car that should have killed them, his arms encrusted in shimmering, crystalline red light.
He was also definitely not a human anymore.
“Are you okay?” He bit out, his voice tight and strained but still soft and wobbling with concern, and Casey gaped rather than answering. He shifted slightly, readjusting his stance. His upper body was braced up against one corner of the metal panel that made up the bottom of the elevator car— creating just enough of a pocket for the two of them to take refuge in, tented beneath the wreckage up above. His long, alligator-like tail shifted as he moved, sweeping through the broken glass.
Shhhh shhhhh.
“Oh my god,” Casey responded, her eyes wide. “… You’re actually a mutant turtle.”
“What?” He bit out, his eyes just barely flickering over to her, and Casey quickly bit her tongue.
“Nothing,” she spat, bristling slightly. Jesus christ, why was she talking to him? What the hell was she even doing…?
Come on, Recruit, get it together. Focus. You’re not dead. You didn’t die. So you still have a job to do.
Though her hands were shaking horribly, she lurched a bit to grab for her belt, only to realize with a dawning horror that her kunai were no longer there. I must have lost them in the fall… She bristled for a moment, wriggling from the other’s grip just enough so that she could back away— pressing herself up against the cold concrete wall. The space they had was incredibly limited, however, and the distance she could put between them was… minimal, to say the least.
She could feel her heart beating in her chest as she patted herself down again, and then a third time, not daring to take her eyes off the enemy but at the same time searching frantically.
She was unarmed.
And he was… a giant mutant reptile.
(And, look, she hadn’t exactly thought that Draxum was… lying, per se, but oh my lord. Seriously?)
She didn’t take her eyes off of him. And he didn’t take his eyes off of her.
“Hey, uh,” he shifted slightly beneath the weight of the elevator, wincing a bit at the press. Shattered glass shivered softly beneath him as his feet moved. “Can you, uh, not stab Raph, please…? ‘Cause that’s gonna make holding this thing up… a lot harder…”
… Ah. She supposed he had a point.
A little voice in her head said that that didn’t matter. The benefit of eliminating a member of the Hamato Clan weighed far heavier than the loss of her life would to the well-being of the Clan. Killing him, and, in turn, herself would still measure out to be a win at the end of it all.
She should kill him.
And herself.
… But she… didn’t have her kunai anyway, right? So…
Perhaps she… wouldn’t.
She was still waiting to see if her heart rate was going to slow down any time soon, finding herself a bit annoyed with how rapidly it was still banging away in her ears, the skin there throbbing as blood raced through her veins. She kept sucking in long, steadying, calming breaths, trying to push it down, but the adrenaline had not yet run its course, it seemed.
“I… Will not stab you,” she finally said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, her body still tight and tense, muscles coiled. “IF… you do not make any attempts to harm me.”
She had no weapons, but he was one. Even if he was holding up a fucking elevator right now.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he wheezed, his voice caught somewhere between a shaking grunt and a laugh, and she scowled. “You’re not hurt—?” He prodded once more.
“Don’t ask me that,” she snapped, bristling in response and clenching her jaw. She didn’t understand what benefit he thought he would reap by pretending to be concerned. She wasn’t that stupid.
And if he actually was concerned, and it wasn’t an act, then it simply meant that he was the stupid one, and nothing else.
“Alright, okay…!” He bit out, once again adjusting his grip slightly, rolling one shoulder forward slightly to shift the weight he was carrying from one side over the other. “… It’ll be alright. My family is… gonna come get us. Any second…”
“You don’t know that,” she scoffed.
“They will,” he insisted, though now his eyes shifted away— staring hollow at the corner of the little pocket they were now trapped inside of. Casey could just barely pick out the movement of his lips and tongue, ghosting some sort of whisper to himself in between his heaves of breath. Seven, eight, nine, ten…
Counting. He was counting to himself. From one to ten, and then again, and again.
“You’re hurt,” Casey said— not really asking, but rather stating.
“’S just heavy,” he deflected. “… ‘M fine. Raph’s sturdy.”
Raph. Right… Short for Raphael. She knew their names. Of course she did, she just… hadn’t known their nicknames until now.
Or rather, hadn’t thought of them. What would she ever care what they called each other? What they answered to?...
… But she supposed she couldn’t actually disagree.
He was sturdy before, when he was a human.
She wasn’t sure she could find the words to describe how absolutely immovable he appeared to her now. It was equal parts impressive and absolutely infuriating.
God. She hated to fucking look at him. Especially now, like this.
It somehow felt like a goddamn threat. He was holding an elevator up over her head, hunched over to provide a shelter for her body, and it felt like he was fucking threatening her.
Well, it wouldn’t work.
“I’m not afraid of you, mutant,” she snapped, her lips curling back over her teeth.
“… Alright?” He said, sounding a bit confused, and Casey bristled in offense at the audacity he had to be baffled by her completely rational statement.
“I could still kill you,” she said.
For a long moment, it was quiet. Aside from her heartbeat. And his ragged breathing.
“… I’m not tryin’ to scare you,” he said. “… Sorry.”
There was another long moment of silence.
“What’s your name?” He asked. Casey stiffened slightly.
“I don’t have a name,” she hissed, narrowing her eyes, and then absolutely snarled when he bit out a bark of laughter in response.
“What do you mean you don’t have a name?” He wheezed. “You… You don’t gotta tell me if you don’t want…!”
“I don’t have a name,” she pressed, harder this time, narrowing her eyes— hesitating for just a second.
“… The Foot Clan doesn’t have names. We renounce them,” she said after a moment. “…. We only take titles. They reflect our rank and our power. Names make you weaker.”
She didn’t know why she was telling him this. It was stupid. He didn’t deserve to know. Because she was angry that he would look down on her for it…?
Because she was still mostly convinced that they would both die down here?
“… That’s sad,” he said.
“It’s not,” she said.
“It is,” he said. “… I think it’s sad. You deserve to have a name.”
“I don’t want a name.”
“What’s your title, then?”
“… Recruit.”
“Alright, then, Recruit,” he bit out, a tiny bit of a laugh still coloring his voice. “… I’m Raph. And my family is gonna get us out of here. I promise.”
“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep,” she growled in response, narrowing her eyes.
“I don’t,” he assured.
And then, for a while, it was quiet again.
“Are you actually eighteen?” He said, and Casey scoffed.
“YES!” She yelped in response. “What, you don’t think I am!? I am clearly eighteen! I am very obviously an ADULT!!!”
“No,” he admitted, grinning just the tiniest bit. “Not really.”
“You’re an idiot,” she accused.
“Yeah, people say that sometimes…” He mumbled with a huff. He shifted again, readjusting his grip ever-so-slightly and twisting his feet, and the metal groaned ominously above them.
Just for a second, his footing slipped, and he jerked— and for just a single moment, the top of the world was falling again, and they were both about to be crushed.
His foot hit the side of the wall, and he braced, tensing all his muscles properly once more and holding steady.
Nothing fell.
The creaking up above quieted.
“… Ow,” he muttered, quietly, to himself, shakily, jerkily moving his foot again after several long seconds of both of them not daring to move or breathe— cautiously inching it away from the wall. A smudge of blood was left behind, Casey noted.
Her heartbeat had never slowed, and she was beginning to think that it never would.
“… You’re standing wrong,” she said.
“… What?” Raph bit out, glancing over at her after a long beat of silence.
“YOUR STANCE IS WRONG,” she spat, scowling slightly and fixing him with a hard glare. This is why she had to yell— no one ever wanted to fucking listen to her when she said things, and the things she said were important. “You’re going to hurt yourself or fall like that, you’re doing everything STUPID. Move your leg this way, and twist this leg out. And bend your knee, and… and move your arm over this way a little if you can. And it’ll spread out the weight better.”
At first, Casey didn’t think he was actually going to listen to her.
And then, very, very slowly, moving at a crawl, he shifted his body— following her instructions and making the corrections until he settled into place again. He was still shaking, and still panting, but just… the tiniest bit less now.
“… This is better,” he finally said.
“Of course it is,” she huffed, shifting just enough to shoot him a glare. “God. Doesn’t the Hamato Clan teach you anything?”
“Kinda,” he laughed. “… Is this what the Foot Clan teaches you? Seems… kinda… kinda niche…”
“The Foot Clan teaches me everything,” she hissed.
“Are they, like, your family?”
And Casey hesitated. Because she wasn’t sure how to answer that.
Yes, her brain said.
No, it said immediately after.
“… They are now,” she finally settled on, squaring her shoulders slightly. “Stop asking me questions.”
“Why?”
“You’re my enemy. I’m not giving you any information.”
“We ain’t got nothin’ better to do.”
“I don’t care.”
“You can ask me questions if you want,” he said. “Raph don’t mind.”
She scowled, and he shot her a weak, shaking, almost pleading sorta grin.
“C’mon,” he bade. “… ’S easier if I got somethin’ to think about.”
She narrowed her eyes, and her frown deepened.
This is to your advantage. You can get information from the enemy, right? This is good. Come on. Focus. Stop getting distracted.
“… Are you cold-blooded?”
“… What?”
“Stop making me repeat myself. ARE. YOU. COLD. BLOODED.”
“I don’t think so?” He said with a soft snort. “… I mean. Maybe? I’m not sure.”
“How do you not know?” Casey hissed.
“Well, I don’t… I don’t usually spend a lot of time in, uh… this body…!” He bit out.
“You’re stupid.”
“Quit sayin’ that.”
“No.”
He laughed a tiny bit, shaking his head ever-so-slightly. “Why do you wanna know?”
Casey frowned. Why did she want to know?...
“… I’m just curious.”
“How old are you?” Raph asked.
“I’m eighteen. And I told you not to ask me questions.”
“You’re not eighteen.”
“I AM!!! I AM EIGHTEEN!”
“Nah! There’s no way you’re older than me!” He laughed. “You look like you’re in high school or somethin’.”
“I don’t go to school,” she growled, curling her lips with distaste. “And I am eighteen.”
“Why not?”
“I already told you,” she hissed. “I learn everything I need from my clan. Stop asking me questions.”
“Do you do, like… like, homeschooling?”
“I train.”
“You dropped out of high school?”
“I never went to high school, so I did not drop out, so there!” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “NOW STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS. I will not answer them! You are trying to get me to reveal secrets of my clan and it WILL NOT WORK.”
“I��m not! I’m not, I swear!” He insisted. “… Man, you should go to school. I feel like you’d be good at sports--”
A distant clamber of footsteps and a horrid, wrenching cry disrupted their strained conversation.
“RAPH!”
“Dad!” Casey’s companion immediately answered in kind, his head jerking slightly towards the noise. He had sounded so eerily calm up until now. “WE’RE HERE! W-we’re okay--!”
“Oh my god they’re alive--!”
“Raph--!”
“We’re coming, holy shit, it’s okay--”
“We’re gonna get you outta there, big guy, no problem, just hang on for us--!”
Everything moved really fast after that. Casey was sure they were saying other things, all speaking over each other and crying, clambering over each other and clustered about at the very edge of the elevator to peer down at them-- reassuring him, over and over and over,
‘It’ll be okay, we’ll get you out, we’ll save you, you’re okay, we’re here now, you’ll be okay.’
For some reason, everything else was kind of far off and muddy, but those things she could still hear. They sort of echoed, bounced around in her head.
And then a hand was thrust out in front of her.
She jerked back.
“Grab my hand,” the oldest of the group pressed, and it took her a second to hear him properly, but she could if she focused. “I’ll pull you out.”
Casey bristled, pulling back slightly.
He was the only one not wearing the Hamato symbol-- but she knew he was one.
“Don’t touch me,” she spat, and again, her hands instinctively moved towards her belt with no weapon in it, as if she had somehow forgotten her early discovery.
“I do not wish to fight you,” The Hamato insisted, his voice softening a bit, gentle and reassuring. Almost paternal in a way that Casey resented. “I just need to get you out. Please.”
“Raph ain’t tryna… complain or nothin’, but do you think you could maybe hurry up so I could get outta here, too? ‘Cause unless you wanna take a turn holdin’ this you really gotta go first--”
Casey frowned.
She bit her lip.
She looked between the lot of them.
She could still refuse.
She could still attack. Even without a weapon. She could still do damage-- she might even be able to overwhelm the turtle one long enough that he might lose his grip.
She took the Hamato’s hand. It was warm in hers and surprisingly soft, despite the calluses and blisters. He squeezed her tight and firm, his fingers laced together with her own, and with one mighty heave, he yanked her up and out of the elevator shaft.
And then she was out of the elevator shaft.
And she was all by herself. Surrounded by the enemy.
There was no Foot Clan here with her. She didn’t have a little button she could press to call them. She had no weapon. It was just her and six enemies.
Every single one of them had their backs on her, all hunched over the space she had just crawled from, focused on getting Raphael out from under the shattered fragments of the elevator car. No one was paying any attention to her.
No one was looking at her.
They had all turned their backs.
For just a second, her breath was a stone in her throat.
And she turned and she ran.
---
Casey sucked in a long, steady breath. And she slowly let it back out. She adjusted her stance, allowed herself half a second to readjust her footing to something slightly more comfortable-- and then mentally scolded herself for doing so.
Focus.
Her mother said that the key to success was discipline and repetition. That practice would bring her to where she needed to go. She should have basics like this down by now, her mother had said. “You should be able to do this by now. I don’t know how to help with that.”
Her knuckles hurt, and her body was tired, but she wasn’t weak. And she didn’t give up, either.
100 reps down. 100 more. And then maybe she’d get this right. And if she didn’t-- 100 after that.
She would keep going until she got it right.
---
The walk home felt long.
Her body was, admittedly, feeling quite wrung-out and sore at this point, and it resented her for dragging it through the streets of New York, but Casey was quite good at tuning out its protests. No one bothered her, as they rarely did-- anyone who looked at her for too long typically thought better of it as soon as she met their eyes. She knew how to convince people to think twice before they approached her.
She was in no mood for pests on the streets.
Coward, she thought bitterly to herself. They were vulnerable, and you ran. Instead of attacking you fled. You could have at least tried. You might have been able to take one or two down, if you actually tried…
She was certain she would have lost the fight. But at least she would have fought.
Even managing to injure one of the Hamatos would have been more valuable than her return to the Clan. She hadn’t been surprised to find the rest of the mall devoid of life, the remaining members of her party having long fled the scene. She knew that that was what they would do. That was the correct thing to do.
She was surprised by how it stung. She thought that she knew better than that by now.
Just a day full of disappointment, then…
Though she was tempted to make a beeline back to their basecamp, she knew better, and she took the long way to ensure she wasn’t being followed by anyone. It was late by the time she arrived.
Brute had turned to look at her and gasped loudly, and though Lieutenant had a bit more self-control, she noted the way his eyebrows shot up.
“You’re back!” Brute cried in celebration, immediately moving to her side, clapping her hard on the back. Casey braced herself well enough that she didn’t stumble, though she would admit that it didn’t exactly feel good. “We thought for sure you got squished!--”
“Excellent work, Recruit,” Lieutenant observed, a bit calmer as he approached, as he often was. “We’re glad you made it back in one piece.”
“My apologies, Senseis--” Casey bit out, gritting her teeth and throwing her head down into a deep bow. “I failed to eliminate any of the Hamato Clan members!!! FORGIVE ME!!!”
The two stayed quiet for a moment, and Casey swore she could hear them exchanging looks.
“Yes, well, there’s always next time.” Lieutenant assured, patting her on the head a few times. “We’re just glad you weren’t crushed in an elevator. It is so difficult to find decent ninja trainees these days… So, well done!”
“Yeah. Go hit the showers,” Brute encouraged, offering a thumbs up and a grin.
And that was about the extent of the conversation.
Casey felt oddly numb. But she wasn’t sure why. Or what she expected.
This was praise.
She should be pleased. So she was having a hard time figuring out… why she wasn’t.
Despite this cloudiness, her head still shot up before Baron Draxum even spoke a word to her, turning sharply to meet his eyes. He didn’t flinch, and neither did she.
“I’m relieved to see you made it back to us,” he remarked, cool and thoughtful, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Losing you would have been quite the blow to our organization. It’s a shame that more effort wasn’t put in to retrieve you…”
Casey narrowed her eyes, her hackles raising.
“My senseis put the well-being of the mission first,” she spat in response, wrinkling up her nose.
“Yes, I suppose so… It’s just difficult to watch them not place more value into such a clear asset. It’s quite obvious to me that your experience and talent is… under-utilized here. You have a great deal of potential that doesn’t seem to be being taken advantage of…”
Casey didn’t quite untense, her jaw still held tight beneath her lips. And she frowned.
“...You think I have potential?”
---
Leo has no idea why he did this. Looking back at it later, he thought, what the fuck were you thinking? Not the time or place, moron. They had finally gotten back home, gotten Raph all patched up, and had been assured by him about eight thousand times that he was okay. It was only after eight-thousand-and-one, “no, really, Dad, I’m fine’s,” and a promise from everyone in the room to keep an eye on him while he was gone that their father relented just enough to escort April back to her own apartment, with the reassurance of “I’ll be right back.” Everyone was still pretty spooked, because duh, no shit, and he really should have just kept his mouth shut. That was obvious now.
Maybe he was just still shaken up over the whole evening. His brain wasn’t working right, or whatever. He’s not really sure. It just… it just happened. He just said things.
“How come you didn’t listen to me?”
The words had left his mouth before he had even processed them. Raph paused, glancing over at his brother, all four of them curled up together on the living room couch, and the unsteady peace they had been resting in just a second ago was suddenly gone.
“What?”
“Before, at the mall,” Leo continued, even though what he meant to say was ‘nothing, nevermind.’ “I told you I had a plan, and you wouldn’t listen to me.”
He could feel his brother stiffen next to him. There was a beat of silence, and then Raph heaved out a big, heavy sigh.
“There was-- there was a lot goin’ on, Leo. We can’t always do your plans--”
“But you didn’t even listen to it,” Leo pressed. “You wouldn’t even let me tell you what I was thinking.”
“Leo--”
“I had a plan,” he insisted, his mouth working all on its own. “If we had-- if we had had a plan instead of just rushing in, maybe things would have-- I dunno, have gone better?”
“It’s not--”
“If we had a plan maybe you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. You could have-- you could have gotten for-real hurt, Raph!”
“Leo, st-”
“I don’t understand why you don’t trust me enough to at least list--”
“Trust you?” Raph snapped, whipping around to glare at his younger brother. Up until now, his voice had been strained, but now it was sharp and jagged, and he absolutely bristled. Leo found himself shrinking under his gaze. “Leo, how the hell are you gonna look at me and ask me to trust you right now?! The last time I trusted you, you almost died! You tried to freakin’ kill yourself! And you expect me to trust you!?”
Leo blinked in surprise. For a moment, he floundered, his mouth gaping slightly.
“Look, that was different! And I was the only one with a plan--”
“That doesn’t mean it was okay!” Raph cried.
“I--I mean. That plan went wrong, but I thought I was gonna be--”
“No you didn’t!” Raph bristled. “You didn’t think you were gonna be okay and you know it! You knew it was risky the entire time, so don’t try and tell Raph otherwise! I might’a been dumb enough to go along with it the first time, but I’m not dumb enough to believe that now!!! So just drop it, okay?! I’m not talkin’ about this with you anymore!”
Leo opened his mouth. And then he closed it again.
‘Cause he didn’t really… know what else to say.
“Alright,” he finally said, looking down at his feet. Raph looked like maybe he still had more, but he bit his tongue, casting a long look at Leo before he finally tore himself away and stalked off. Mikey looked between the two groups, hesitating a moment, before he followed after their eldest brother with a weak ‘wait up.’
And for a moment there, it was just Donnie and him, sitting together in the awkward silence. Eventually, Leo found it in himself to speak again, laughing awkwardly, a bit bitterly, and hunching his shoulders.
“What the hell was that? Is he-- is he seriously not even gonna listen to me anymore?”
“Can you actually blame him?” Donnie said dryly, raising a brow, and Leo gawked.
“What do you mean can you blame him!? I have good ideas--”
“So?” Donnie scoffed, shrugging a bit. “It doesn’t matter if you have good ideas if they lead to you dying.”
Leo groaned loudly, rolling his eyes. “Look, I didn’t try to kill myself--”
“You kind of did,” Donnie cut off. “I mean. I understand that wasn’t your base intention, but we’re not stupid, Leo. You very obviously oversold your ability to get back down safely. You could barely stand after the Battle Nexus, and you thought you were going to be able to aim and land in a little pool of water? Not to mention that at that height, you would have been seriously injured even if the plan was entirely successful. We only went along with it because you were deceptive in what it entailed. And you could have died. Quite easily. And I don’t believe for a second that you didn’t know that,” he accused, though his tone was even and eerily calm, narrowing his eyes at the other.
Leo felt this little shiver run up his spine, and he wrapped his arms around himself. Suddenly, his feet were very interesting.
“I didn’t-- I didn’t think I would die--”
“Doesn’t matter,” Donnie dismissed. “It wasn’t okay. And just because you didn’t think you would die from this crazy, risky, self-sacrifice-y plan doesn’t mean you won’t. Or that you won’t in the next one, or the next one. So look. We’re not playing that game,” he said, his voice cold. “We’re not doing that again. So no. We don’t trust you. Obviously, we don’t trust you. You’re our brother, and we love you dearly. And that’s why we can’t trust you.”
Oh. Ow. Why the fuck did that hurt so bad? Leo’s stomach flip-flopped, and for a second, he bristled in retaliation, giving a soft little scoff.
“As if any of the rest of you wouldn’t try to pull off the same thing if you had the chance! Don’t stand there and pretend like I’m the only one in the family for a penchant for dramatics! You jumped on Angie before, too!” He hissed, throwing up his hands. “You guys would all try to take the bullet, too!”
Donnie shrugged.
“Yeah. Maybe. But I wouldn’t trick the rest of you into setting it up.”
Leo grit his teeth.
“We all trusted you. And we went along with your plan,” Donnie continued, his voice hard. “We helped you. And you almost died. You could have died,” he pressed. “You’re important to us, Leo. How do you think the rest of us would have felt?”
Donnie’s brows furrowed.
“How do you think I would have felt? Or Raph?” He challenged. “How do you think Angie would have felt? Good Galileo, how do you think Angie feels right now?”
Leo kept quiet, considering this for a second, rolling the thought around in his head. And he didn’t like it.
He was suddenly getting the feeling that he had fucked up really bad over a month and a half ago, and it was just now sinking in.
“Look, I know you want to protect us,” Donnie said, crossing his arms over his chest. “We get it. Raph gets it. Of course Raph gets it, have you ever met the guy? He’s basically the world’s number one advocate for any and all ‘protect my brothers’ campaigns,” Donnie scoffed. “But that doesn’t mean that you can just throw yourself around as an expendable variable. If he hadn’t caught you, you know how much that would kill him.”
Leo groaned softly, burying his face in his hands. “Aw, man…” He muttered. “Maybe I do need a therapist…”
---
“Cut it out,” Raph said, hooking out a hand to grab Leo’s ankle as he ran past him, promptly sending his younger brother stumbling down to the ground. Leo squeaked in surprise as he fell, turning to huff and give his brother an annoyed glare.
“Why?!”
“‘Cause I said,” Raph replied easily, a teeny little grin growing on his face. “And I’m in charge.”
And it was true.
I mean, really, he had been ‘in charge’ lots of times in the past, frequently tasked with ensuring his little brothers didn’t wander off or do anything dumb. But he hadn’t ever, in all his memories, been in charge like this. Never all by himself.
He wasn’t the only one excited, he knew. All three of his brothers were nearly bouncing off the walls with joy at the prospect of being left home alone for the first time. Finally! At long last! The day every pre-teen waited for… they had the house all to themselves for the whole evening with no supervision. No babysitter or neighbor watching them for the night while their Dad was out… Just him and his brothers with a whole empty house to themselves. They could do whatever they wanted, and they had every intention of taking full advantage of the situation, like a reasonable child might.
“That’s not a good reason!” Leo protested with a scoff.
“Well, the other reason is you’re startin’ to piss Donnie off,” he hummed, releasing his grip on the other’s leg, allowing him to squirm away. Donnie was happy for the reprieve of being chased by his twin, climbing over Raph and hopping up onto the couch behind him, grabbing the nearest blanket to wrap around himself like a shield and sulk. Leo sighed loudly, rolling his eyes, clearly displeased with the end of his game, but he didn’t protest either, sitting himself back up.
“I got snacks!” Mikey announced proudly as he came bounding down the basement stairs, his arms filled with just about every form of junk food that they had in the house, and even some that Raph hadn’t even known that they had in the house. He dumped the loot down on the coffee table, and the brothers all immediately dug in, each grabbing at chips, Capri Suns, and ice cream containers and laying their claim.
“What are we gonna watch?” Mikey asked excitedly, curling up on the couch, bouncing up and down in place.
“Whatever we want,” Raph replied smugly from his own placing on the floor, continuing to scroll through the channels, remote in hand. “We just gotta find somethin’ that looks--”
“OH!” Leo gasped from the couch, jumping slightly and pointing at the TV. “Let’s watch the new Batman movie!!! Look! It’s barely even started!!!”
Mikey hesitated for a second, his brows knitting. “But Dad said we’re not allowed to watch that,” he fret.
“Which is exactly why we should!” Leo had countered. “We’re home alone. We can watch whatever we want. Besides, Batman is cool!”
“Do you think we’d get along with him if we met him?” Mikey questioned with a thoughtful sigh.
“Maybe,” Donnie said, shrugging a bit.
Raph furrowed his brows just a bit as he deliberated. Hm. Well. Leo did make a pretty compelling argument. They were home alone. Therefore, they could do whatever they wanted! Besides, he wasn’t afraid of a dumb movie, especially not a superhero movie.
“Alright. Batman it is!” He agreed, clicking definitively on the remote to select the channel before tossing it aside.
And goddamn, did he feel cool.
That lasted for maybe about forty minutes.
And the movie was cool! I mean. At first. But then evening had turned into night, and it had gotten dark outside. Even worse-- it had begun to rain. It rained hard, too, and Raph heard thunder rumble off in the distance, shaking the house ever so slightly. And the further into the plot of the movie they got, the more Raph began to understand why it was rated “R.”
They watched the whole thing, with all four of them frozen in place the whole time. It wasn’t until the credits rolled that Raph finally swallowed, turning his head slightly to glance at his younger brothers.
He was almost relieved to see that they were about as terrified as him. It wasn’t a scary movie, per se, there were no jump scares, it was just…
That was really messed up, what the Joker did to those people!!! Okay!?
Mikey was absolutely clinging to Leo for dear life, his eyes lined with tears, and Donnie had all but disappeared under his blanket, peering out cautiously from within. Even Leo looked shaken, even as he swallowed, forcing a very shaky, half-hearted laugh.
“Whoa. That was… cool,” he forced, even though he looked sort of like he was going to throw up. “Right, guys--?”
Thunder cracked outside and all four of them jumped. Mikey straight up shrieked, burying his face against Leo’s shoulder, and Raph had half a mind to leap up and throw himself into a pile with his brothers and hide there.
But he steeled himself, just barely catching his nerves before they launched him into a panic, his hands curling into determined fists.
He was in charge. Remember?
“It’s-- it’s just the storm, guys. It’s alright,” he tried to soothe, fighting to keep his voice steady. “It’s fine--!”
“THEY BURNED A GUY’S FACE OFF!” Mikey wailed tearfully in response, and Raph winced.
“Mikey, chill! It’s just a movie!” Leo insisted, a nervous grin on his face. “I mean. N-none of it’s, like, real, or anything!”
“What if it was?!” Mikey squeaked. “What if it’s based on a true story or something!? Or what if someone else watches it and it inspires them to break into people’s houses and put bombs in their chests!? And what if they come here and cut us open and put bombs in our chests!?”
“That’s… Highly improbable,” Donnie bit out, and Mikey whimpered.
“But it could happen!!!”
Raph grit his teeth, inhaling deeply, and then slowly letting the breath back out.
“It’s gonna be fine, Mikey. Leo’s right. It was just a movie. You don’t gotta be scared,” he insisted. He could tell his brothers weren’t quite convinced. He scooped up the TV remote again, switching the television over the cartoons. It was just re-runs of something they had seen before, but what did it matter? “Here. Hang on. I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going!?” Mikey squealed.
“Raph’ll go double-check to make sure no one can get in,” he said. “So you guys know for sure we’re safe. Alright? I’ll be right back.”
Mikey whimpered, but none of them had protested, watching with wide eyes as he approached the stairs. And if Raph was being totally honest with himself…? He really didn’t wanna go up there.
‘Specially not by himself.
But he had little brothers to protect. A part of him told him that they weren’t in any danger, but another bit said what if they were?! What if Mikey was right and someone came and broke into the house or something!?
He was in charge. Dad left him in charge. And he had to make sure that they were all safe and could handle anything that came their way.
So that meant he had to go double-check.
Biting the insides of his cheeks, he made his way up the stairs.
Somehow, the house seemed darker than usual, even though it was just the same as it always was. Rushing slightly, Raph hurriedly made his way to the front door to check it. And, just as he had expected, it was locked. Just like it was supposed to be. The back door was locked, too, and Raph sighed softly in relief.
He checked all the windows, all the way up to the attic on the fourth floor. He checked every single room to make sure there was no one hiding inside, either. He grabbed blankets from each of their beds, as well as one of his stuffed teddy bears, and did a final sweep on his way back down to the Lair.
“It’s okay!” He assured as he made his way back down the stairs, re-joining his younger brothers. “I checked everything, and there’s no way anybody could get in!”
“Are you sure!?” Mikey questioned, his eyes wide. “What if someone tries to break in or something?”
“I’m sure,” Raph assured firmly. “Raph checked all the locks. And the windows! And look. I got extra blankets and stuff, too,” he added, tossing the covers over the couch and over top of his brothers. “Here. You guys scoot over, and we can play Mario Kart until Dad gets home,” he said, glancing down at his siblings with a grin. “And once he’s here, no one would be dumb enough to mess with us anyway! So don’t worry.”
---
For the thousandth time in this day alone, Yoshi wondered if it would be wiser to pull his children out of school, out of all their various sports and extracurriculars, and keep them home instead, with him, where it was safe. Or at least safer. Where he could keep his eyes on them and know that, if nothing else, he could act should anything happen. They would have more time for training, too, he sometimes noted, but that thought alone made every nerve in his body twist in on itself.
How could he do that to them? The thought of keeping them here, away from school and from friends and from hobbies, and training instead made him feel sick to his stomach. The idea of training alone made him sick. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was his eldest child falling away from him.
He had tried at least a dozen times now to say, “no, no more of this, I won’t allow you to be involved any longer,” and every time his (darling, wonderful, beloved) bullheaded children resolutely denied him and insisted that they would find a way to be involved whether he liked it or not. And while he hemmed and hawed over somehow taking more drastic measures to keep them safe, over how he could possibly achieve this and if it was possible to do so without them resenting him for the rest of their lives, time marched on with the same degree of stubbornness.
It was impossible not to feel like he was running out of time.
The apartment was too quiet. He resented himself for being in the safety of it when his children were not, even if they left of their own volition.
Yoshi sighed deeply, and found himself sinking down into his reclining chair before he even knew he was doing it. Internally, he scolded himself. There were things that needed to be done; housework that needed doing, phone calls that needed to be placed, and children out in the world that he had to keep track of, even if they weren’t home at the moment… (All the more reason to stay on his toes…) but honestly, he was just…
Tired.
It had been some time since he had been able to sleep at night, and he was beginning to think that melatonin was a scam or something. How could he sleep? How was he meant to sleep at night with everything looming over him, dripping wetly down his spine, burning and hot and threatening…? When the safety of both the world and his family hung in the balance, and each were equally as precious…? He grumbled softly to himself, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling, glowering at it as though it were personally responsible for the current state of his world.
He had only intended to sit for a while. Just to take a moment to rest, to get a chance to breathe before he got up again and continued with all the things he still had to be on top of…
But he must have fallen asleep.
Because the next thought he had was,
Oh. This hasn’t been familiar for a while.
Not just the place-- he hadn’t been here in many, many years. This long, endless expanse of inky darkness, somehow warm and cozy despite the utter, infinite darkness of it all. He could hear whispers off in the distance, just barely tickling up against the edges of his brain. He hadn’t been in this place in a long time.
But it was also him. Looking down at his own hands, outlined in this soft white light, he noted the differing shape to him. How the wrinkles were gone from his knuckles, and each digit instead extended out smooth and slender, calloused but confident, and yet perfectly manicured.
He didn’t have to look to know that the rest of him was this way, too.
It almost felt odd to be back in the body he had inhabited in his twenties; to look like Lou Jitsu the Actor again, to feel like him. Back before the mutation. Back before the Nexus-- to feel like a young man with a career and dreams and ambitions, to be that person once more who had broken away from their family and escaped, and who held onto all the hurt and guilt of it, but who kept moving anyway. That person that he used to be, but couldn’t be anymore.
It almost felt odd. But somehow, it didn’t-- not quite. He noted it, was aware of it, and thought to himself, hm. This is certainly interesting… But really, it didn’t feel all that strange to him. It felt completely natural.
He felt so calm. He was sitting here, surrounded by nothing but darkness and his own aura, a halo of snow white silhouetting him. His body was different from what it had been a few moments ago, but he felt completely at peace. That almost felt odd, too, but still didn’t quite. It didn’t bother him that his body was different now. If anything, it was a comfort.
He wondered for a second why in the world he was here again, after so much time, when a voice rang out from behind him.
“Welcome back, Yoshi.”
Blinking in surprise, Yoshi turned to face the other occupant of his dream.
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Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Every morning, Bucky comes to your store for terrible coffee and maybe something a little sweet on the side.
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: fluff, pining, lots of food talk, fingering, dirty talk, pet name (sugar), mild angst, Sam's a little shit but a great (accidental) wingman :3c
a/n: this was written for @buckysbirdie 's #BirthdayBashWritingChallenge 💖 and the prompts I picked were: "🍦 Waffle Cone: Bucky Barnes 🪵 Moose Tracks: Lumberjack 🍮 “I have to leave.” 🍩 “Rock paper scissors for it.” 🌰 “Don’t get shy on me now.” 🍓 Mutual pining 🍫 Friends to lovers"
Birdie, this was so much fun to write, I hope you like it! 💖
a/n 2.0: unbeta'd, moodboard by me, edited by me. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't :)
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Your lumberjack was here again. Well he's not yours exactly, but a girl could dream.
Every morning Bucky Barnes would roll up to your small town's only general store in his big red pick up truck before work at the lumber yard. And every morning you would watch from your perch behind the counter as he'd meander through the short shelves in search of the ancient coffee maker. The coffee that machine produced could only be described as sludge, but he filled a cup to the brim every morning without fail.
You'd told him on more than one occasion that you admired his iron gut for being able to withstand it day in and day out. His usual response was that it was strong, that it put some extra hairs on his chest. Then he would puff said chest out and thump it with a closed fist and the two of you would laugh while your thighs clenched together at the thought of running your fingers through whatever amount of hair really did reside on his thick chest.
You never saw him in less than a thermal Henley or his thick fleece lined coat. Yes, even in the summer time he wore long sleeves. What hid underneath those layers was another in a long list of mysteries you wanted to unravel about the gentle giant.
Most mornings you were the only one who spoke out of the pair of you. Rambling about your weekend plans, past or future, or whatever hijinks your precious cat Turkey had gotten into the day before. But Bucky was always there, listening intently like whatever you said would be the most interesting thing he'd hear all day.
"Ms. Linda said she needed help setting up for Bingo Night at the VFW hall so of course I offered to help since her husband was so generous fixing the hole in the awning above the stoop."
Bucky poured a generous amount of creamer into his cup of sludge. He may boast about not minding the taste, but you saw how many fixings he added every morning.
"Bingo Night, huh? I could see you up there calling numbers for all those old biddies," he smirked at you as he popped the lid on. "It's a shame I can't come, maybe I could've gotten lucky."
A laugh bubbles up and out of you before you could stop it. He can't be serious. He can't be...flirting?
Bucky Barnes does a lot of things. Takes the trash out for his elderly neighbor, offers to shovel the stoop out front of the store when the weather gets rough, and drinks the garbage coffee you make every morning, among many other things. But one thing he's never done before was flirt with you.
You don't know how to respond. You've always liked the man but he's never shown any interest in return. Never taken you up on an offer to get drinks or visit the actual coffee shop in town that makes actually good coffee.
So instead, Bucky's been a good friend. A good, kind friend that had no interest in you in a sexual way. Which was fine. But that kind of talk coming from him out of the blue was baffling.
Why is he flirting with you now after all this time?
The bell above the front door jingles, pulling your attention from his eyes watching you above his styrofoam cup.
"Buck, c'mon we gotta get a move on." Bucky's friend and coworker, Sam, stands in the doorway tapping the silver watch on his wrist.
"Sammy, why're you rushing? Got a hot date?"
Sam laughs and shakes his head.
"No, ma'am. Me and 'loverboy' here have to get in this truck and get a move on. Got a delivery up north to make."
If Sam sees the shocked look on your face, he doesn't say anything about it. You're too shocked to even comment on the 'loverboy' nickname he gave to Bucky just now. Bucky never goes out on the road anymore. Not since the accident that took his arm. He doesn't talk about it much, but everyone else in town sure does. How he had been on the road too long on his own and fell asleep at the wheel. You stopped listening then, when anyone but Bucky decides they have a right to tell his story. Like somehow he died that night and his ghost haunts the lumber yard.
Sam reaches in front of Bucky and grabs the last Ooey Gooey butter cake from the stand by the register.
"Now wait a minute-"
They're Bucky's favorite, he always grabs one before he heads out in the morning.
Sam halts at the door and turns around, slowly beginning to unwrap the package.
"Rock, paper, scissors for it," Bucky practically shouts over the rustling of plastic wrap.
"Bucky, you don't have to-"
Before you can finish your sentence the cake is back on the counter and the men, boys really, are pounding their fists and chanting the words to the game. Bucky's metal fingers open to the shape of a pair of scissors while Sam's stay closed to form a rock.
"Eyyy! Better luck next time, champ." With a smile pointed your way and a, "see you in two weeks," Sam slaps two dollars on the counter and heads back to the truck parked outside.
"Damn."
Bucky looks so cute when he pouts. He'll argue and say he doesn't pout but how else would you describe the way his pink lips purse and the space between his eyebrows crinkles? He's a pouter for sure.
You tell him to wait there for a moment. You've got something better for him in the back. His eyes roam your body like he's searching for...what? You don't know. You're not sure if you want to know with the way he's biting his lip.
You make your escape to the back room just left of the counter and Bucky can't help but follow. Like if he takes his eyes off you for one moment you'll disappear.
It's dark in the storeroom, only enough sunlight to illuminate the desk and chair in the makeshift office that takes up half the space. The other half is full of boxes of snacks and other necessities waiting their turn to be stocked on shelves.
You quickly grab the box you were looking for and turn, bumping into a curious Bucky in the process and spilling half its contents onto the floor.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry, sugar."
Bucky hurriedly bends down to help you pick up the contents of the box. Did he just call you "sugar"?
"It's...fine. Thanks, Buck."
In your arms is a cardboard box full of the butter cakes that Bucky grabs every morning with his coffee.
"Is that..."
"Take them."
Bucky reels back, and that cute crease between his eyebrows returns.
"All of them?"
"Well," you shrug, "Sam said 'two weeks' right? How many do you want for two weeks?"
"Sugar, I can't take that many."
You nudge the box into his arms which he accepts reluctantly.
"If you take all of 'em you won't have to fight over them with Sam."
"He can't have any."
"Bucky!"
You laugh until you realize he's not joking. In fact, Bucky looks quite serious.
"Not if they're from you. He can't have them."
The blue of Bucky's eyes are dark, murky like the lake that sits a few miles outside of town.
You didn't think he would be so possessive over a box of sweets. Or that your kind gesture would mean so much.
"Bucky?"
The box falls to your feet, spilling packaged cakes onto the floor again. But you're not worried about picking them up this time because Bucky's suddenly on you, his hands on your face and walking you backwards and into the desk at your back. You don't even mind the pain when your butt bumps the wooden edge when you feel Bucky's lips on yours.
His stubble is prickly against your skin and he tastes like burnt caffeine but you can't get enough. The rough pads of his fingers caress your cheeks, years of hard labor imprinting on your skin through his touch. The metal of his left hand is colder than you were expecting, but only on his fingers. His palm is warmed slightly from holding his coffee, a meek simulation of the warmth pouring off his right.
You don't think you'll ever forget how he lights up your senses. How he sounds when you slip your tongue past his lips to curl around his. How he shivers when you run your hands up his chest and around to the back of his neck where his hair is short and bristly under your fingernails.
Suddenly you're being lifted, placed on the desk behind you with a gentle thud.
"You don't know what you do to me, sugar. So damn sweet."
His hands are on your waist now, his fingers digging into the dips of your curves to pull you closer so he can nip and lick at your neck, your jaw. He's starving for you and all you can do is roll your head back to give him space to feast.
"I should've given you that box sooner."
Bucky's breathy chuckle blows past your ear and sends a shiver down your spine. Your gasp spurs him on, moving to lift your baggy work t-shirt up before you stop him.
"Everything okay? Don't get shy on me now."
You run your hands across his shoulders marveling at how massive he is, how small he makes you feel. How safe. But you're unsure and Bucky can tell.
"I've wanted you for so long, sugar, just thought you could do better than someone like me."
His shoulders shrug under your palms. You want him too, so badly.
"Bucky that's not -"
"I know, I know it's silly. But I've been seeing someone. A therapist," he rushes to clarify when you raise an eyebrow at him. "She said I deserve things that make me happy. That what happened to me doesn't mean that I'm too broken to be happy."
Bucky leans into your hand on his cheek as he speaks. His eyes are searching yours and you hope he can see the love you hold for him there. And you do, you love him. As much as you can from seeing him every damn day for the past two years. He's grown so much since he came back home after the accident and you're hoping you're on his list of things that make him happy.
"You do deserve those things, Bucky."
His fingers trace a pattern you can't decipher under your shirt.
"Do you know why I come in here every morning?"
"Is it not for the coffee?"
"To see you."
He presses a kiss into your palm.
"I see you and the rest of my day is sweeter for it, sugar. The only thing better would be seeing your pretty head on the pillow next to mine when I open my eyes every morning."
You'd damn near slide off the table if Bucky didn't have a hold on you.
"Now, I want to feel you before I'm gone and losing my mind in that cab with Sam for two weeks. Will you let me, sugar?"
"Yes. Please, Bucky."
Your shirt is on the floor by the time you're finished speaking and Bucky's ripping your leggings down. It's good you have a spare pair of sweatpants in your locker just in case because they're definitely ruined.
You don't care if you have to work naked if Bucky's keeps mouthing at your chest the way he is now. The delicious burn of his stubble offset by the hot, wet suction of his mouth around your nipple is driving you insane. Your hands tug at his cropped hair, your body shaking with the force of your need for him.
"Bucky, please. T-touch me."
He doesn't waste any time teasing, just pushes your ample thighs open and presses a finger to your weeping slit. You cry out, grinding against his finger as he marvels at how wet you are already.
"All this cream for me, sugar?"
"Fuck, yes Bucky. It's yours."
He kisses you, stealing the moan that pours from you when he sinks his fingers past the lace covering your pussy.
Bucky groans, pulling away from your mouth to stare down at your puffy lips. His fingers circle your hole and he can feel you clenching around nothing, begging for him to fill you. But not yet.
Instead he slides his two fingers up and circles the swollen bud of your clit. The pressure and the wet sound it makes has you writhing on the desk, clawing at Bucky's arm as he works you over.
"That's it, sugar. My fingers feel good?"
"Yes," you can't help but shout.
Belatedly, you realize that the front door of the store isn't locked and anyone could walk in and hear, or even see, the two of you like this. It should make you push Bucky away and straighten yourself so you don't startle some poor shopper but if anything it makes your gut curl tighter. More of your juices spill and you don't hold back your cries of pleasure.
"So loud, sugar. What if someone saw you like this, huh? Coming so pretty for me, making a mess all over this desk."
Bucky shoves his two fingers inside you and you cry out even louder. Gripping the desk beneath you for dear life as he pumps into you hard and fast, finding that spot deep inside you that you could never reach. He curls his long, thick fingers into it and your eyes roll back.
"Listen to how wet you are. Give me what I need, sugar. Come for me."
Bucky's fingers pump into you two more times before you're screaming, pulsing around his digits until you can't move anymore.
You watch as Bucky slides his fingers free and into his mouth, sucking up your juices like the most delicious candy treat he's ever had.
His light touch makes you jump when you feel him slide your panties back in place.
"What about- "
"When I get back. Can't leave Sam waiting for me out there longer than I have. I already get enough of his teasing over you." Bucky smirks and tugs on an exposed nipple.
"Hey! That's not my fault!" You laugh and smack his chest.
Bucky laughs and grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm and placing it over his heart.
"I have to leave, sugar."
"Come back to be, Bucky. I'm not done with you."
You're smiling but there's worry in your eyes.
"I'm not done with you either," Bucky winks. "And I'll be alright. Sam will be with me. He's a pain in the ass but I trust him with my life."
You sigh and lean into his chest, soaking up as much of his warmth and his scent before he has to leave.
"I'll call you. Every morning no matter where I am on the road. I'll call and we can talk while I eat my favorite breakfast," you smile when he points to the discarded box on the floor.
"Sounds wonderful, Buck," you press a kiss to his pec right above his heart. "And if you get lonely at night in those dusty, old motel rooms you can call me too."
He scoffs and smiles at your cheeky grin.
"Jesus, maybe my sugar ain't as sweet as I thought she was."
#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x plus size!reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes fan fiction#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fan fic#plus size fic#plus size!reader#plus size reader#bucky fic#bucky smut#bucky fan fic#bucky fanfic#my fics#BirthdayBashWritingChallenge#running away before i hate it#bucky barnes one shot#bucky barnes headcannon#bucky one shot#bucky headcannon
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HAIII!! it’s me vani from the matchup requests hehehe (if u remember…but it’s okay if u dont lawl) i really love all your writings from almost all the fandoms you write for!! i think it’s probably your writing style which makes me really like your writings alot maybe?? basically, I LOVE YOUR BLOG ALOT N YOU SEEM RLLY COOL TOO!! :3c
also, I’d like to be friends w/ you aswell even though im literally a blank/empty blog…(；ω；) (sort of planning to probably post something soon tho, but im not sure when…)
ALSO NOW I WANNA REQUEST FOR SMTH NOW SOOO can i request letters A, G, I, K, & Q from the sfw alphabet with satsuki and anne???
thank you so much in advance! have a great day! ☆ (also love ur new theme btw :33)
HI VANI!! i do remember you, yes. i'm not that bad with names thankfully... BUT OFC WE CAN BE FRIENDS!! i'll be looking forward to whatever you post on your blog but i hope you enjoy your request!
Anne, Satsuki x gn!reader
✧fluff alphabet (a, g, i, k, q)
Affection (pda? how do they like physical affection?)
-Anne loves physical affection. It's always something they love to indulge in. Whether that's grabbing your face to turn it towards them for a kiss or just having their hand intertwined with yours.
Gentle (how gentle are they with you?)
-Super gentle! You're their lover after all, why would they want to be rough with you when they love you so much? Always touching you so sweetly and giving you kisses that are full of love always. They're a little playful but they're always gentle.
Impression (their first impression of you)
-I'm very certain that Anne notices your style out of everything first. Your style is what draws them to you in the first place so their first impression is based on how much they're into your style more than how you actually look.
Kisses (how do they kiss you? where?)
-Usually your cheeks or lips are preferred. They love leaving lipstick marks on your cheeks and they especially love it if you have squishy cheeks! It's always got an underlying playfulness when they kiss you but it's always full of love.
Quality Time (do they enjoy it? how do they like to spend it?)
-Of course! Lots of dates are in order when you date Anne. Usually they consist of going out rather than staying it. They love to spend time with you and they consider it all a 'date' whenever they spend one on one time with you.
Affection (pda? how do they like physical affection?)
-Super duper embarrassed about it... Satsuki loves affection, especially from you, but he can't help but feel extremely embarrassed. PDA isn't something he always prefers and would like smaller affections when it's in public.
-In private though? Go wild. He loves it all even when he's red as a tomato. Like a sponge soaking up all the affection he can get from you. Pouts a little when you stop...
Gentle (how gentle are they with you?)
-Again, super duper gentle. He treats you like you're about to break sometimes and he becomes the biggest softie around you. He can't help it!! You're just so special to him that he can't bare the thought of accidentally hurting you!
Impression (their first impression of you)
-His first impression of you can go one of two ways, it just depends on what you want to see it as.
-Either one, he finds you interesting and/or cool and is interested in befriending you at some point. Maybe you met through a mutual friend so he was trying not to intimidate you... (if you prefer a sort of slow-burn story)
-Or.. love at first sight. Absolutely smitten by you in every way. Your laugh, your smile, your face, and whatever else he sees before he gets caught staring like an idiot...
Kisses (how do they kiss you? where?)
-Anywhere and everywhere is okay with Satsuki. He loves kissing you (even if he's too embarrassed to even initiate it...) so he doesn't even care where he's kissing you as long as he is kissing you.
Quality Time (do they enjoy it? how do they like to spend it?)
-He loves quality time. Much less embarrassing than physical touch or words of affirmation although he loves both of those things a lot. Just being in your presence is enough to make his day and he loves to go on dates with you.
please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.
#fluff#x reader#gender neutral reader#paradox live x reader#paradox live#anne faulkner x reader#anne x reader#anne faulkner#satsuki x reader#satsuki ito#satsuki ito x reader
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HIIIII CAN I ASK ABOUT THE SIX YEARS LATER AU???
Howd they bring up the junior scouts idea to max??? Was he like Whatever sure or super tsundere or surprisingly emotional that they wanted him back after he aged out?? Did anyone else come back or do special day-long visits like how schools bring in visitors? What does max think of the new kids? They all look so cool i love Max's hair!!!!
HI HI HELLO YES OFC!!! :33
Okay so. I call it the '6 years later' AU but technically i have Stuff Planned for all the time that passed between now and then too, so this'll be a bit longer, sorry!!
Max joining the counselor team was actually kind of a natural/gradual development?? Basically, since I can't make CC content that isn't found family Max has a shit home life, and, even if he hates to admit it at first, the three months of summer camp become his bright spot each year. David and Gwen catch on to that, but there isn't much they can do to help outside of camp - until one day Max (age 13/14ish) shows up on Gwen's doorstep because he ran away from home, 'since his parents won't care either way'. While he does return home after hiding out at Gwen's place for a weekend, this kind of kicks off a pattern of Max running away sporadically, to Gwen's, later David's, or his friends places. I could go into more detail here but. this is already long. oop.
ANYWAYS. So with Max spending basically all the time he can away from home and the summers at camp, once he ages out there's. A Bit of panic starting in him once summer gets closer again, because his Safe Place seems inaccessible, and two of his OTHER options, especially for longer stays away from home, would also be unavailable. Gwen and David notice this (it manifests in Max staying over More but Angrier) and try to find a solution. Gwen proposes the Jr Counselor idea. They introduce the idea to Max by kinda implying that workload around camp is a lot, and it'd really hurt to miss one of their most experienced campers, but... maybe, if he worked there too (well, interned. basically unpaid. but! no camp tuition!) he could help them? so they basically give Max a way to say yes without admitting that he's the one who needs camp the most. He does insult the whole thing ofc, and says like he's just doing it because he knows camp would burn down without him there ("actually, most of the fires we had were started by you...?" "shut it, david") but secretly he's really really happy. He might even thank them later that evening. Quietly. Before complaining about it preemptively. <3
WAH THATS ALREADY SUCH A WALL OF TEXT ok ill hurry up w the rest:
While most of the other campers had some rotations over the years, I don't have conk rete plans for most of them - Nikki and Neil are still Max' gang, and returned for multiple summers, if not all. This year though, Neil is busy with college prep, and Nikki is spending the summer at home because of family crisis. They still video call a lot, they're still The Gang. I have sketched designs for them, but I'm not quite happy yet.
Max at first doesn't take his role seriously, because he's basically just Back For Another Summer, but pretty quickly realises Gwen and David DO have expectations, and DO give him responsibilities. He takes a while to come around on his new relationship to the younger kids, and especially one of the youngest kids takes a liking to him, a very anxious young girl, which annoys him at first, but... well. It's a whole ~character arc~ for Max waiting to happen tbh.
OK THANK YOU IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR IM SORRY ITS SO LONG. i wasnt lying when i said i have So Many Thoughts about this. ANYWAYS as thank u for getting this far heres a doodle of Max putting up his hair. :3c
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Sleepy cuddling with Ivan :3c
(HWS Russia x Reader) Sleepy Affection!
(Gender Neutral) Scenario ~ A/N WAIT THIS IS A A THOUSAND WORD.S WHOOPS. UM. IM NORMAL ABOUT RUSSIA (LYING LYING) I HAVE NOT BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR YEARS (LYING I AM A LIAR I AM LYING)
Trigger Warning: None, just Fluff!
Meteorologists had predicted a large snowfall. While you had told Ivan that you would leave before it got too bad, that plan ended up dead in the water. Or more accurately, dead in the snow. Before you knew it, the ground nearly rose to your knees. That’s fine, right? It’s really no problem, staying with your boyfriend. That was… until the power went out… along with the heat.
He tugged on your shirt lightly, rubbing the collar between two of his fingers. In the background, the fire crackled quietly. The scent of a warm fireplace nearly drowned out your boyfriend’s faded cologne. He always smelled faintly of roses, something close to what you’d find in your grandmother’s home.
Months earlier, you recalled him mentioning that he had lived in this home for centuries. Which, to be fair you could’ve guessed. Normally it would be nothing more than an annoyance, how it creaked and groaned keeping you up at night. But now, its ancient architecture meant you two had nothing to worry about. The fireplace meant you two could make it through the night in comfort.
So there you two lay. A short distance away from the fireplace cuddled up on an old mattress he had dragged downstairs. On top of you lay layers of quilts and ratty old blankets, all of which smelled of must and people you’d never meet.
“Крошка? Are you still awake?” His voice startled you out of your thoughts.
“Yeah…”
“Why?” He readjusted himself, sitting up and facing you.
“W-Why? This isn’t the ideal situation to sleep in, Vanya.” You replied, looking up at him in confusion. He paused for a minute, lost in thought, before reaching out and holding your shoulder tightly.
“I understand. We just have to get through one night. I am sure your hotel will have the power back by then, and you will be alright.”
He laid back down, “Will you let me warm you?”
A light pink rose to your cheeks, and you rolled to look away from him. Sure, you had been plenty affectionate with each other before, but nothing like this, “If you’re fine doing so… aren’t you cold too?”
“Of course. But I have been cold many times before,” Ivan responds as he presses himself against your back, “Besides, I cannot help but be slightly delighted by this arrangement.”
“You’re happy about this?” Your tone rises.
“As I said, only slightly. It reminds me of many nights I have had before.” He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, drawing you closer. You can feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, along with his eyes resting intently on you.
“I would have thought that an immortal would try to ignore any memories. Don’t they just make you sad?”
“Sometimes, yes. The world has changed very much. But I try to not let that bother me. It is all about looking on the bright side. Years ago, I could not have been seen with you. But now…” Ivan leans forward, laying his head in the crook of your neck. “We can be here… together.”
Smiling to yourself at his sudden affection, you begin tracing light patterns on his arms. Quickly, you hear him sigh, muffled by your neck.
“Be the romantic all you want, I still want our power back at least.” You joke.
“Really? I do not mind.”
“Psh, of course, you don’t. But I’m a little used to the comforts of modern life.” He returns your playful tone with a smile.
“I enjoy this. It reminds me of nights spent with my old family. We would have to sleep like this often in the winter as well.” Although he smiles, you can hear his tone drop.
Although you had been dating for almost a year now, he rarely talked about his family. You had gathered that he had sisters… at least one… and maybe a brother at some point. There were pictures of this home, filled with people, placed everywhere throughout the home. Yet, they never seemed to be the same people. And anytime you would become curious as to why he would brush your questions off.
“Your family?”
“We never had much money. I was lucky to receive this home from the Tsar many centuries ago. It protected us well.” He lets go momentarily, just to grasp for your hand as his voice falters.
You wiggle out of his hold, turning around to face him. His eyes soft, lost in memory, suddenly transfixed on you as you grabbed his hand. He leaned into your touch as you caressed his cheek and squeezed his hand tightly.
“It’s nice to know you have happy memories with them. Whenever you mention them usually, you seem so sad. I can’t stand to see you like that.”
Ivan closes his eyes, relaxing his tense face. “Those are not happy memories. It makes me sad to think about those why we had to huddle in those winter nights.”
“Then why did you bring it up?” Your face turns to concern as you begin running your hands through his soft, silvery hair.
“Because I am not sad right now. Regardless of how it reminds me of my old family.”
“H- Why? I know I would be upset if I were you right now.”
He opens his eyes, staring intently into your own, “Because I have done this with my old family,” he smiles lovingly, “and now I have done it with you.”
As you look up at him in confusion, he simply draws his quilts tighter to the two of you. Grinning, he continues, “I did not think I would ever do this again. It means that even in this world I do not always recognize, I will still find my new family.”
Bringing your hand, still tightly holding onto his own, up to his face, he kisses your knuckles lightly, “You will be my new family. We are together here, like I was once with my family, and that is all that matters, любимый.”
Despite the intense emotionality of what he just declared, his face betrayed nothing but peace. “V-Vanya…” you pause, “I love you.”
“I love you too. While you sleep, I will make sure you are safe.” He put one hand behind your head, pulling you forward to kiss your forehead.
“Thank you, my love.” You say before closing your eyes, leaning back into his chest.
“Сладких снов,” he whispers, before falling asleep to the crackling fire himself. With you safe in his arms, everything felt just as he had wished it to be for centuries.
#ivan tag <3#ivan my husband my husband ivan#i love him sososososososososoosoososoososo much it makes me ILL!!!!! I AM ILL OVER THIS BIG MAN!!!!#aph russia x reader#hws russia x reader#heta tag#hetalia x reader#hetalia imagines
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are you planning to do a species survey for qsmp when they add more members or was that just a dsmp thing ? just curious :]
yes actually! the reason i haven’t done it yet isn’t because of lack of members, but more due to how relatively new the server is! by the time i ran the first edition of the dsmp one, the server had been running for a good while, meaning there were a lot of different headcanons, interpretations, etc of every character. since the qsmp is much newer, and a munch of streamers are just now getting mcyt-ified and hybrid-ified, i felt it’d be best to let things simmer for a while to get the Full Range of possibilities. to me, running it now feels like the equivalent of running the dsmp one before the election arc. we didn’t even have goat!tubbo back then! i gotta give them some time to play in the space, yknow? especially with the fact that more people will be added, as opposed to the dsmp having been fully stagnant at the time.
until that point comes, i’ve been making sure to keep a running tab on the most common variants i’ve seen! here’s a sneak peek of what i’ve collected so far :3c
#muse talk#anon#i’m very glad you asked bc i’ve been thinking about this since last night#bc of the stream just feeling like the results of a mcytblr survey#i assure you i am ITCHING to drop this#like literally every day i want to just make it and get it done for the Cool Data#but i must restrain myself. i know it’ll be a lot more fun when we have More Possibilities#much like its dsmp variant this version will include human + shapeshifter as default options for all of them#i just didn’t add them to the sheet bc it felt like unnecessary clutter#so the empty ones aren’t really empty. there’s a default two of possibilities for everyone
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The Juniors / Third-years Asking for [REDACTED]
i feel like all of my posts now are just thought i have that i start writing without giving it much thought lol
CW: mainly crack but still suggestive (they literally ask for sex like-), use of the following pet names: babe, babe, honey, herbivore (??), dear, mon amour, and dearest, it's just stupid and cringe but i think it's funny, Rook
Screen reader translations under the cut
average mitski fan (Cater Diamond):
Cater: hey baby, I miss you a bunch!
Reader / Yuu: i miss you too
C: so can you come over now?
R / Y: sure you have any plans?
C: yeah, there's a little something i wanna do
R / Y: ?
C: you :3c
C: babe?
C: hold on someone's banging at my door lol
malewife (Trey Clover):
Trey: Honey, are you busy right now?
Reader / Yuu: nah not really why?
T: You wanna come over?
R / Y: yeah sure i don't mind
T: Great, I really needed some stress relief right about now.
R / Y: oh ok
R / Y: OH
T: You still wanna come over?
R / Y: yeah
T: Good, just make sure you're quiet this time around, ok?
little meow meow (Leona Kingscholar):
Leona: herbivore, come over here
R / Y: why lol
L: i'm horny
R / Y: damn that was straight forward lol
L: why wouldn't i be straight forward?? i just wanna bust
R / Y: can you say please?
L: you gotta be fucking kidding me
L: please come over so i can fuck you, ok?
R / Y: yessir!
girlboss (Vil Schoenheit):
Vil: Dear, how are you feeling right now?
R / Y: fine, hbu?
V: Honestly, I'm rather pent up. Sevens, that sounds so crude to say.
R / Y: nah it's fine lol
R / Y: want me to help you out?
V: I would truly appreciate if you did.
V: Now, please don't make me wait, ok?
R / Y: got it!
B.O.B. (Rook Hunt):
Rook: Love is something so pure / Enterally I'm your's / To be with you forever more / Sacrifing my all / For your happiness and health / Undoubtedly something you deserve / Come here so I can give you / Kisses that will last forever
R / Y: you're not slick
R: I tried my best, mon amour.
R: Now let me in, I'm outside your window!
R / Y: WHAT THE FUCK???
emo boy (Idia Shroud):
Idia: hey u wanna hear a joke?
R / Y: ?
I: theres a sale going on in my bedroom
R / Y: "clothes are 100% off" yeah i've heard that one before lol
I: nooooooo u were supposed to let me finish it ,_,
I: stupid normie wont let me make my joke...
R / Y: you still want me to come over?
I: yes please úwù
dragon daddy (Malleus Draconia):
Malleus: Child of man, I have grown rather frustrated due to our lack of physical intimacy as of late. I would like to invite you over to my chamber of rest to partake in acts of sexual intercourse and outercourse. Nay, I jest! Lest, that is what you desire.
R / Y: bro just say you wanna fuck lol
M: If you wish. I would like for you to come over so we can "fuck".
M: Does that suffice, dearest?
R / Y: yeah sure lol I'm coming
#twisted wonderland#twst#cater diamond#trey clover#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#idia shroud#malleus draconia#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader
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Um Mushy... do you think witches can get warts and vitiligo
I'm planning on making a witch oc then I was suddenly reminded of other skin conditions, but I couldn't choose
Also hows the Nether? Like how did Leo got his familiar?
Yes ofcourse uwu! Their Queen is albino after all! and yeah, warts and moles are kinda their thing :3c Absolutely go for it dawg
As for the nether,, BOYY... The nether is considered dark and illegal magic to witches... they took its resources CENTURIES AGO to get their potions, but now it's absolutely unheard of to enter it. (this is my excuse why ruined nether portals are a thing and why no one but the players visit it fhfkghafk)
It's WHY Leonardo never met his familiar! At some point though, he does uwu... Sharky and I spoke about this-- nether episode!
In short, Leonardo ended up with whoever came with him (Or it could be a solo Leo adventure 👀) to the nether, the other person started beef with the piglins, and now they're fighting hoards off of each other.
But then.. a certain.. brute... locks eyes with the man. and it just feels like time stops for both of them. things fucking go in slow-motion in the middle of a dangerous battlefield, but it didn't matter, because they had just met their soulmate <:3c
Through their connection, the two shake on a truce of peace between the piglins and the people he came with-- and we come to learn that the brute himself is chief! that's why he had the power to do so :3c
Leonardo is estatic to stay because he wants to make up for lost time, cuz, ofcourse, he's never met his familiar! FOR 250 YEARS NOW!! He's being a sentimental dork about it!
Leo learns that Mr. Brute also has a close and loving family and it was just nice vibes during his whole stay. Leo gets invited to dinner vibesss, they have a lot in common and Leo's just happy about it...
Sharky thought of the idea of Simon's familiar to also be somewhat related to the brute family X3 like also being the brute's son-in-law or something. I WANNA GIVE IT MORE THOUGHT BUT IT'S JUST FUNNY, I WAN'T IT CANON.
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Anonymous Asks: "Can we please get a scenario where Jean tries to baby trap MC or tries to make them marry him? How does he plan it?"
Ooooh yes~ I love a good babytrapping~ If anyone wants proper little oneshots of any of these lmk cause I love writing fucked up smut >:3c but for now you’ll just get a few of the different plans he might have for it~
Content: Babytrapping, various degrees of noncon, gaslighting, manipulation, drugging, general fucked up relationship, reader is gender neutral but has the requisite parts to become pregnant
If you’re happy with him and quite naïve then his plan is pretty simple. Birth control pills swapped for placebo sugar pills
It’s not hard for him to get his hands on them, he’s got money and he’s got discreet doctors with no morals
And it’s just as easy to sneak into the medicine cabinet and replace your real pills with the fakes
You have no reason to suspect it. He’s been so understanding when you’ve asked him to wear a condom
Sure, he suggested you go on the pill instead so you can both enjoy sex more freely without worrying about protection, but then he waited for you to get an appointment and get your prescription
Over all, he’s been so sweet and respectful about it that there’s no reason to think he would have tampered with your pills!
And now he can fill you up over and over and over without you having to worry. And soon enough, you’ll be his forever~
But perhaps you’re just a little more discerning? Maybe you don’t want him to cum inside you even if you’re on the pill? Maybe you don’t quite trust him enough to go on the pill at all
That’s okay! There’s plenty of other pills he can get his hands on. Ones he can sneak into a nice mug of hot chocolate…
Ones that’ll make you woozy and sleepy and drift in and out of consciousness
Ones that make it so easy for him to slip his cock into you. To fuck you nice and slow while you can’t process anything going on around you
Maybe you’ll have a moment of lucidity and ask what he’s doing, ask if he’s inside of you
He’ll shush you gently. Hold you close. Kiss your forehead. Maybe tease you a little. Are you really so horny for him that you think he’s fucking you even when he’s just holding you?
His cock is easing in and out of you the whole time, but the drugs are kicking back in and you don’t have time to question it
He takes his time with you, making sure to cum deep inside you until there’s no way you’re not knocked up
And when you wake up with a pounding headache and only blurry dream-like memories? Well, it’s not hard for him to convince you that it was just a strange dream
He would never violate you like that. But if you’re really upset, he can make you some more hot chocolate?
But maybe you’re not happy with him. Maybe you tried to break things off and he kidnapped you. Maybe he thinks that having a baby together will make you love him the way he loves you
You have to be restrained, of course. You’re always restrained, he can’t risk you running away
He tries to be sweet and gentle about it. He kisses and caresses and fingers and rubs until your body is all ready for him
There’s no amount of protesting that can convince him not to slip his cock into you once you’re stretched enough to take him
He fucks you hard and fast. He wants you cumming on his cock. He wants you mindless with bliss, maybe that will be enough to make you love him?
But he’s still on a mission. He’s going to cum deep inside of you
He’ll do it as many times as needed to make sure the pregnancy takes
You’ll be his, one way or another
There’s always the possibility that it’s an “in the moment” thing as well
Maybe he wasn’t planning on knocking you up, but the thought of you all swollen and heavy with his child is too much for him
He’s balls deep in you already, how hard would it be to just cum inside you? He could play it off as an accident or just try to convince you it’s for the best
Maybe you’re riding him, and he pulls your hips down when he cums, making you take it all
Or maybe he’s got you pinned under him, and he can just press all his weight onto you, fucking a baby into you
One way or another, he’ll fill you up
#swwsdj#something's wrong with sunny day jack#sdj jean#jean laurent x reader#gn!reader#18+ only#sunshine#dark side of the sun
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Hiii!!! This is an excuse for you to gush about your f/os as much as you want :3c
Hehehehehehe, sorry for taking so long with this. I'm gonna use this excuse for evil < talking about Caine since he's been on my mind all week thanks to episode two.
I SHOULD ALSO NOTE THAT YES, I STILL VERY MUCH LOVE CAINE EVEN AFTER THE EVENTS OF EPISODE TWO.
》 HOW DID WE MEET?
Easy. I showed up a little bit before Pomni. At least a month or so. We obviously met when I first arrived, and he set us on some adventure to break into a cyberpunk discotheque to get the DJ's playlist. Hijinks ensued, but we didn't properly meet one on one until he threw us into a haunted house to exterminate the ghosts. I didn't want to exactly participate this time around, like Zooble, and instead stayed back in the circus.
He saw me playing with some blocks and just relaxing for a bit alone, and decided to invade my space then to chat. He was just curious to see how I was doing now that I was a part of the gang. I didn't speak much as I was just mentally tired, but I did respond to any questions. It only made him more curious to learn why I act the way I do.
》 WHO FELL FIRST AND HOW?
My dumb ass (affectionate) fell first and hard. I think it was initially a gradual "Oh, he's kind of silly" before a sudden and heavy "OH, I ACTUALLY LIKE-LIKE HIM".
I confided in Pomni and Ragatha at first, and they didn't understand at first, but they wanted to help me confess.
》 HOW DOES THE CONFESSION GO?
The confession...didn't exactly go to plan? At least, not how I planned it out, even considering him being an AI and all. He didn't understand/register my confession as being romantic. He thought, at the time, that I was just thanking him for the adventures and everything.
It hurt at first, but then I managed to push it aside? With how I love, I can't exactly get over it. I love with my entire heart.
Surprisingly, Jax was the one who managed to corner Caine with Ragatha by his side. The two talked with him firmly to tell him exactly how I feel.
He doesn't quite reciprocate my feelings at the time, but he does stop by my room that night to talk with me more personally.
》 WHAT WAS THE FIRST DATE LIKE?
He took me to the restaurant where he was with Bubble back in episode one. He even ropes the others into it by making it an adventure where they have to run the restaurant for the evening.
He's nervous and stumbling over his words because he recognizes that this is something important. Not just to me, but for him as well.
I'm nervous and stumbling over my words because I just think he's really dorky and charming. I also want the date to go well, but I find myself getting shy.
By the end of the date, we both actually had a lovely time despite Gangle and Pomni accidentally spilling the spaghetti on me (and dropping the entire roll of paper towels onto the floor). He actually offers to walk me back to my room, and from there, he kisses my hand. I pull him closer and kiss him on the upper jaw before going back to my room for the night.
》 WHAT WAS THE FIRST KISS LIKE?
Awkward. Felt like kissing a firm yet squishy plastic? It's kind of like a squishy/stress toy but more firm. There's a subtle squish to his teeth.
I was the one who kissed him first. It was the only way I could think at the time to shut him up. The two of us were arguing. I had wanted to go on an adventure with the others, but he wanted some alone time with me. I ended up being more stubborn and going, but after we got back, he brought me outside the circus tent to talk.
I don't remember the exact conversation that took place, but he was just feeling rather clingy that day but didn't realize it. When he did, he felt guilty and was starting to spiral a bit, which led to me kissing him to show I wasn't actually angry at him like he thought I was.
He didn't register the kiss at first, but when he did, he went in for another. And then another. And then–
(I SHOULD ALSO NOTE THAT MY SELF INSERT JUST WEARS A MASK THAT IS REMOVABLE TO REVEAL A NORMAL MOUTH.)
Anyways, he had black lipstick all over his face, and my lipstick was smudged. This is also how the others::
1. End up seeing my face.
2. End up realizing that Caine and I actually are dating, and it wasn't just a one-time thing.
》 MISCELLANEOUS INFO
▪︎ Caine is more verbally affectionate and calls me Starshine, Astro Angel, Techno Temptress, Cosmic Cutie, Cyberspace Siren, Digital Dreamer, Cybernova, etc.
I'm more physically affectionate by holding his hand when I can, giving him kisses, etc. When I'm going to bed, a good 8/10 times I end up dragging him with me to cuddle.
▪︎ He is such a sappy romantic and does what he can to romance me. Flowers are a common gift. Caine occasionally gifts me different chains and charms to change out my usual silver star for the tail.
I now have::
• a beaded one in turquoise, baby blue, purple, and navy with balls, stars, and larger beads. It has a plastic star for the end of the tail.
• a purple braided thread one with a heart charm similar to the star also in silver.
• a pearl beaded chain in offwhite with a tooth charm at the end and a dark red/black bowtie just before the tooth charm.
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I'm back!! I was gone for a few days but now I have new questions!
• Are there any canonicak shipkids innthe dragon au? IIRC you said Cross and Dream had a kid
• What caused Cross to lose his carnage claim? (I think you said once he loses it)
• Are there clothes designed for dragons? Or armor? Considering Cross was around humans, maybe he's been dressed up before?
• What happened for Nightmare to become void corrupted?
• Does each dragon have a distinct smell? Or is it just dragon instinct to recognize one another?
• What do the dragons eat? Are they omnivores? Carnivores? Does it vary with the species?
• Do dragon nurses sometimes groom eachother's furs as a way to bond? (Warrior cat sharing tongues style)
Hello! I've been awaiting your return >:3c
Tried not to make the answer too long but still put a read more just in case! Hope there aren't many spelling mistakes, I was in DnD sessions when I was reading through it, but here you go <3!
• Are there any canon shipkids in the dragon au? IIRC you said Cross and Dream had a kid
Oh yes, I have a few planned! The oldest will be Indigo (he/him) a HorrorNight kid who was quite the surprise for everyone since both Night and Horror didn’t think they could have kids due to past trauma (void corruption in Night’s case, and an extended period with little to no magic for Horror).
Then we have the KillMare triplets Antares (they/them), Regulus (he/they), and Nembus (she/her), who hatched around the same time as little Marrow (he/him) who’s a HorrorDust kid.
Later there’s also Lyra (she/her) who’s the Cream baby, and Perseus (he/him) who’s an OuterKiller baby~
• What caused Cross to lose his carnage claim? (I think you said once he loses it)
Sub carnage claims are almost always temporary and last as long as the Maid of Bones think it will benefit the claimed one. Cross was full of a lot of rage and vengeance when he was claimed by the Maid but as time went on his bloodlust lessened. When he started to question his place and role in the war between Nightmare and Dream the Maid sensed that his future would grow more peaceful, no longer surrounded by death and decay, making her rewoke her claim.
• Are there clothes designed for dragons? Or armor? Considering Cross was around humans, maybe he's been dressed up before?
There are some, yes! The tricky thing with clothing for dragons are their wings, since a lot of designs disregard them and simply go right through their wing membrane. A lot of clothing might also realistically make it difficult for them to fly. Because of this I usually limit accessories to jewelry! Earrings, horn rings, collars, bracelets and anklets are my favorite way to dress up dragons, and I usually avoid putting heavy accessories on their wings and tails since this would hamper their flight maneuverability.
Punz from my other dragon AU is a good example for simple jewelry, and I plan to dress him up in more since gold is his thing, and his mates loves to cover their rough mercenary boy in riches that shows off his beauty~
For more actual clothes like apparel, ponchos are used by some dragons, especially scholars who easily grow cold without scales or fur. They usually have slits to accommodate flight and wing movements, but can be long enough to tuck the wings under the fabric to keep them warm! My girl Sorel is a good example for this, but she mostly wears one to hide her wing stumps.
Armor on the other hand isn’t actually supper common. Guardians are the most likely class to find themselves in battle and since they naturally have armor like scales they don’t need the extra protection. Scouts have smaller scales, but still quite durable, and might wear light armor like helmets or wraps around their legs. Nurses and scholars are the most likely to need armor but it’s rare for them to find themselves fighting, but out of the two classes scholars are actually the ones most likely to be sent into the battlefield due to their heightened magic abilities.
As for Cross he might have had some light armor, less for protection and more as a formal uniform! It’s actually not something I thought about, but I might doodle over his ref to figure out something to fit since it does make sense for the X gang to wear something matching!
• What happened for Nightmare to become void corrupted?
The Stalker of Void was able to find Nightmare when Night started using and experimenting with his mind magic. Untrained mind elementals have a habit of broadcasting their minds openly until they learn to control it, this isn’t really dangerous but it does make it very easy for other mind elementals to tap into their consciousness. Since Void is able to mimic all elements this is an ability the Stalker has.
They would talk to Nightmare a lot before the corruption, and while Nightmare was smart enough to not trust them they still developed a kind of “friendship” since Night didn’t really have anyone else to talk to. I’ve mentioned before that Nightmare was forced into fighting in a war and it was when this war finally reached the village where Nightmare and Dream grew up that Night cracked. Seeing Dream in danger the Stalker offered Nightmare his claim, which would give him enough power to save and keep his brother safe. Seeing no other option in the short time he had to save Dream, Nightmare took the offer and became corrupt.
I’m currently working on illustrating the backstory for the twins, which will explain a lot of their childhood and how they grew up!
• Does each dragon have a distinct smell? Or is it just dragon instinct to recognize one another?
I’m a sucker for scent stuff so yes! All the dragons have a distinct smell of their elemental magic, fire smelling smoky, lightning like ozone, water like the ocean, etc. But on top of that they have individual scents too!
Both Dream and Nightmare have very floral and apple like scents, like a mixed apple orchard of both flowering and fruiting trees. Cross scent is a bit woody, like sun warmed bark and sweet swap, something that makes you think of summer. Killer scent is cool and kind of spicy but also has a softer scent of old books and journals, reminiscent of staying up reading or studying with a cup of chai tea. Horror smells like petrichor, damp sand and mud, what you smell sitting next to a quiet lake in the evening after a rainstorm. Dust smells like frost and pine, the cold winter but with a hidden warmth of a fresh Christmas tree.
Blue smells strongly of ozone, of electricity and plastic, like a childhood game room full of energy and fun. Error smells like decaying leaves, with a slight hint of overripe fruit and chocolate. Ink smells different everyday, but almost always has an underlying scent of ink mixed with different dried flowers and tea leaves. Epic smells like a bakery, of fresh bread and sweet cookies.
• What do the dragons eat? Are they omnivores? Carnivores? Does it vary with the species?
Most of them are omnivores, yes! The most important thing for their diet is that they consume things that have the same, or similar, elemental magic as their own (water being similar to ice, fire being similar to light, etc.). Most animals and plants will have elemental magic, some less and others more, and as long as dragons have a source of elemental magic and a good variety of vitamins and minerals they should be healthy!
On the other hand, if a dragon is only eating magic that’s opposite of theirs (fire and water, shadow and light, etc.) they’ll usually grow weak and sickly. If they just eat these magics now and again though it should be fine, just taste a bit bad.
Some species do specialize more! My oc Kiwi for example is a breed that are strictly herbivores (and all classes of this breed also have fur to differing degrees!), but it’s pretty rare.
• Do dragon nurses sometimes groom eachother's furs as a way to bond? (Warrior cat sharing tongues style)
Absolutely! Grooming is a great flight bonding activity and even if different classes don’t have the right tongues to groom each other, they will use tools to help out anyways. Flightmates will help clean between guardian scales, polish scouts scales, brush their nurses, and help scholars oil their skin with ointments and such.
#nightmare sans#cross sans#bad sans poly#bad sans gang#utmv#utmv au#dragon!nightmare#dragon!cross#ask
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Meet the Mun
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?
Oh, goodness. In 2013 This actually started out as a Twilight Princess Zelda with some friends, who I parted ways with on not so friendly terms. Then it was an OoT Zelda in a group, before November 2014 when I turned her indie. I've loved OoT Zelda since I was young, at first, it was solely for her beauty. As I grew older, and began to understand her character, I only loved her more.
some past urls have been: 'greaterlight' - 'magickick' - 'sagexftime'
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?
Smut. I will not write it, even though we're both of age. Anything of the like will strictly be fade to black. Nothing against those who enjoy writing it, and I'm not sex repulsed. It's just not my thing.
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?
I do like action, though I rarely get to write it. I also want to explore her extreme guilt for what happened. Let's be real, the events of OoT happened because *she* decided her dream was prophecy, and set the gears turning. It was, as she even says herself, all her fault. I feel like she's one of the most flawed Zeldas out there. Most of them are selfless, kind, completely devoted to saving everything. While OoT Zelda was similar, she's also very selfish. She sent a total stranger on a quest, she expected him to protect her while she sealed Ganon away, and even in the end. She abused her power over time to create new timelines. She didn't even ask if Link wanted to be sent back to his childhood.
Good intentioned as it was, it was selfish.
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?
I've made this Zelda my own, really, as we get hardly any adult Zelda canon. We get two legitimate scenes with her, and two small ones. That's it. If an idea comes to me, I'll introspect on it, and if I feel it deserving, make a headcanon post about it.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?
When writing her, I'll often listen to the ending of OoT. The part where she and Link are together in the sky, and listen up until the end, then repeat until I've finished writing. Not *always*, but often. I absolutely adore the music.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?
I can do both! I've been told very often that people are intimidated by the lengths I can reach. All I can say is please, don't be intimidated by how long my replies can get. As long as you give me something to work with, length doesn't really matter.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?
Oh goodness yes, when it's developed well. I don't have any current ships on Zelda's blog anymore than I can remember, they've all been lost to the echoes of time. One of them is still alive, but it's strictly on Discord. That being said, if you want to plan a ship, let me know! My Zelda is heteroromantic, demisexual. All you cute guys out there hit a girl up
ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?
You can call me Bear, you can call me Danny. Either works!
ᴀɢᴇ?
I turned 32 a few months ago
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?
January 9th
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?
Orange and Brown
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?
I mostly listen to animated music. I don't know if I could pick a true favorite, but the first song that comes to mind is the reprise of "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid (who I also write lmao, I have four main blogs)
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
When The Wind Blows
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
I'm afraid I don't watch television
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?
Part of Your World (I was practicing it yesterday, only got the first half recorded cause I didn't like how the second half came out u_u)
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?
Tomato Soup with lots of cheese :3c
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?
Winter. Long nights, starry skies, snowy fields. I adore it.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?
I don't want to exclude anyone, there are many people I care about on Tumblr. But if I had to choose one person, I'd say @trencri. I've known Donnie for two years now, but it feels like we've been friends for ages. We've talked near every day for those two years. We relate on a lot of subjects, both IC and OOC.
Tagged By: @red-man-of-mustache (Thank you <3)
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i really like your cg!momo post!!! do you think you could do cg!momo and little!hitoshi with helpful big brother little!denki? (if you don’t wanna do momo again maybe just denki and hitoshi?)
♡ I will always do a Momo post if given the opportunity. I will admit that this post got away from me at the end, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
♡ A big thank you to my dearest @paper--moons for once again helping me out! You can thank them too for the angsty idea! >:3c
♡ With Hitoshi being an infant regressor, he requires a significant amount of attention lest he resort to shenanigans, such as toy chewing and woeful mewling cries. But his sibling set mate, Denki, is a toddler! From two to three, sometimes four or five depending on how he started the day.
♡ But, no matter the case, their regression sessions tend to get pretty messy, what with Denki being the one in charge of most things. Yes he can mix a bottle of formula, but the fridge will still be open and milk will be splattered all the way from it to the microwave. They would also be missing half a loaf of bread because Denki was trying to figure out how to make sandwiches without a knife. They both ended up just eating the bread and jelly with their hands.
♡ Safe to say, they needed a caregiver to mediate their regression time, and Momo is all too happy to offer her services! She has plenty of experience with watching Tsuyu, Kyouka, and Shoto, so she wouldn't be flying blind.
♡ Hitoshi is hesitant, as he usually is, but Denki quickly soothes his main man's worries by asking the question on the taller boy's mind. "That's really kind, Yaomomo! Though, one of us regresses preeetty low, is that okay with you? Totally no pressure to say yes!"
♡ Of course, Momo doesn't see an issue with this at all! She eagerly says that she'll get everything ready for a whole weekend at her manor, considering her parents are in Sicily! Denki doesn't get a chance to explain further before she's off to compare notebooks with Izuku, talking about how she needs to get his help in organizing her notes- Oh! And she'd have to get a bed rail for the guest room! So much to do and so little time!
♡ Seeing Shinsou still looking hesitant, Kaminari would take his hand and brush a thumb over his knuckles with a comforting smile. "Look, we can use this weekend as a test run, kay? If it doesn't work for you then we can try someone else–and if no one works we can just keep doing what we do! So no more pouting, alright?"
♡ To which Shinsou would pout more and say, "I was not pouting." Still... He seems more comfortable knowing that Kaminari wouldn't hold this against him if it didn't work out.
♡ The plan is to stay over at Momo's for the weekend to give this match-up a proper try, the boys bringing any regression gear or resources they feel comfortable sharing with her and talking about their respective regressions. Hitoshi was nervous, standing in front of the sprawling manor that was probably worth more than his old neighborhood while clinging tightly to his Build-a-Bear black cat, Miss Spooky. Meanwhile, Denki had already seen the Yaoyorozu Estate during study sessions, and was quick to sling an arm around his companion with that award winning smile, "No pressure, 'kay? If something feels wrong just tug on my shirt and I'll... Uh, we'll figure out what I'll do then!"
♡ Shinsou's shoulders slump and he fixes Kaminari with the flattest expression, and an even flatter tone, "Wow. My hero." And before his anxiety can rise again, Shinsou presses the call button to let Yaoyorozu know they're there! Not before grabbing Kaminari's hand, however. "Just a moment! I'll come get you," Momo's voice chirps from the speaker and the gates unlock, prompting Hitoshi to hold Denki's hand just a bit tighter.
♡ Momo is quick to come get the boys, eagerly detailing everything she's done to prepare for this weekend while leading them up to her home, but Hitoshi can't seem to focus on a word she says.
He's scared. There are so many things that could go wrong this weekend from him not liking Momo's caregiving style to the world flooding over... To Momo maybe not liking him. Hitoshi got so in his head about not liking this that he didn't even consider the possibility that maybe Momo would think he's too needy, or too whiny, or- Or—
♡ A gentle squeeze on his fingers is enough to bring him back down. Denki is smiling at him, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand.
♡ Standing in front of the arching double doors to Momo's home, Hitoshi swallows his fear and tunes back into what Momo is saying. "When I looked up what colors appealed to younger age groups for you two, I found that there was a lot of overlap! So I chose some shades of reds and pinks for Kaminari since infants typically find red more stimulating—" Hitoshi and Denki stopped walking in tandem. Something didn't add up there.
♡ Hitoshi's clammy hand is all the push Denki needs to muster up a gentle smile for Momo and say, "Whoa whoa whoa! I think there's been a misunderstanding here, Yaomomo," He starts quickly, "See, my space is more uh.. Twoish-threeish-fourish, depending on the planet's alignment or something- Whatever, see, Hitoshi is the infant regressor, not me."
Momo looks puzzled, looking from Denki and up to Hitoshi. Then clapping her hands over her mouth in shock! "Oh! Oh my goodness, I got all ahead of myself and didn't even think to ask, I am so sorry, Shinsou-"
"It's fine," Hitoshi quickly states, "It's... An easy mistake to make." Drawing his hand from Denki's to rub the back of his neck, wearing a flimsy sort of half grin. "A mistake plenty of people make..."
♡ After clearing that little mistake up, things go according to the agreed-upon plan! ... For the most part. When talking about their regressions, Shinsou takes a back seat on the talking part and lets Kaminari take over and occupies himself with Miss Spooky. Yaoyorozu takes this as him being shy, what with her brazenly assuming he was the older regressor between the two, but Kaminari knows better. He decides very quickly that he will help Miss Momo make it up to Hitoshi, no matter what!
♡ Despite the mix-up, Momo proves to be a very competent caregiver! The selection of toddler toys is vast enough that it would have satisfied Denki's ever-changing desires... If he weren't on a mission to be the absolute BEST big brother/little helper combo in the whole dang world!
When Hitoshi struggles to slide into his headspace, Denki takes up one of the soft furred puppy rattles Momo had made and shimmies it right across the table to him. "Beep beep beep, this puppy's got a super strong sad-dar and a mission to eliminate all frowny faces in the world - Better watch out, 'Toshi! Beep beep beeeeeeep-" A few puppy kisses later and Hitoshi is significantly less pouty, and significantly more sitting on top of Denki and beep-beep-beeping him with an innocent rattle puppy.
♡ For the first part of the day, things go the way they usually do with Kaminari and Shinsou. They play around for a few hours until the latter resorts to munching on Kaminari's Pompompurin hoodie. Usually, they'd have to raid the kitchen at this point, but Yaoyorozu is on the case!
♡ Momo sets the duo up in the den closest to the kitchen so she can keep an eye on them while she makes snacks, but a hand tugging at her shirt catches her attention. Denki is there, dragging a Long Furby that Mina had personally crafted for him, and seems insistent on telling her a secret. She gladly leans in to listen.
♡ "Hey, hey, I'm gonna tell yous a secret, 'kay? You can't tell on me for it, promise?" Denki whispers to her, quiet enough to not alert Hitoshi during his coloring session, and holds out his outstretched pinky finger. He sounds so sincere that she knows it couldn't be a bad secret. So, of course, she locks her pinkie with his.
"Oh, certainly. Cross my heart and everything," And oh if smiles could shine, he'd match the sun.
"See, Hitoshi is a baby," He starts slowly, making sure that Momo is following along, "Babies need naps- But, not me, because I'm not a baby."
"Of course."
"So, I try to get him all sleepy, but it never works, okay?" A spark of frustration literally skitters through his hair. Momo thinks she understands what's going on now.
"You would like for me to try, is that it?" She asks, earning a nod.
♡ Well, how can she refuse? With Shinsou occupied in the other room, the two co-conspirators get to work!
♡ Denki graciously tells Momo how to make Hitoshi's bottle just right and Momo tells him to find a story on her tablet. He chooses Mog the Forgetful Cat, knowing it's his and Hitoshi's favorite, and asks if he can go get something from his weekend bag.
He does not wait for an answer.
♡ Momo makes jam and toast while Denki is off looking for who knows what, when she is interrupted once more. This time with a much more timid tug at her sleeve.
♡ When she turns, Hitoshi is standing uncertainly near her, hugging Miss Spooky tightly and nursing the pacifier he'd brought from home. Coloring had gotten boring without Denki, but the blonde had ran up the stairs on all fours just five minutes earlier so there was no one to play with.
He'd gotten lonely.
♡ This is very surprising for Momo! All day the poor dear had been so unsure of how to interact with her, so he tried not to interact with her much at all. So she considered this a big step forward for the rest of the weekend, smiling gently at the little one.
"Hello there. Did you get curious?"
Of course he did, bobbing his head without a second thought. "I see, I see! Well, thank you for joining me then. Would you like to help pick out a sippy cup for Denki's juice?"
That gets a more lively response, upgraded from head bobbing to eager nodding.
♡ With the orange sippy cup chosen, a snack made, a story chosen, and the lights comfortably dimmed, all that was missing was a certain little tyke! Momo is pleasantly surprised that Denki comes scrambling back to the den with his prize; a fuzzy, dark blue blanket that was decorated with golden stars. The two boys often shared it when watching movies together, so he considered it a perfect candidate to be a designated napping blanket.
He sets up next to Momo, and that prompts Hitoshi to crawl up against her other side. The blanket is thrown over all of their laps as they begin their snack time-story time combo.
♡ By the time the story is finished, Momo finds herself being used as a living pillow for the sleepiest little boys in the entire prefecture.
♡ She couldn't be happier with the results and looks forward to the rest of the weekend.
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losing my shit because:
1a) my outfit today was cute as shit meaning
1b) conversation between my crush and i went thusly
- me: im so tired from running after people but!! everyone has commented on how good my outfit is
- him: very nice
- me: the comments or my outfit
- him: yes
1c) sir this is why people think were having an affair
2a) while discussing lunch options i told him about the place i went to on a date with a different friend monday and how it was a great burger joint with some really good spicey burgs, he should totally go some time, leading to
- me: i still have store credit at that vintage shop right there, id be happy to go with you, theres a ton of retro game shops on that stretch too itd be fun!!
- him: i could perhaps be convinced
2b) so tentatively a date planned i guess? which hell yeah im gonna hold his hand
2c) sir this is also why people think were having an affair
3a) i lamented about all my laundry to fold then asked if hed be up to bodydouble via discord since he *has* offered to stream me the video games he plays for an hour or two
3b) he immediately agreed, saying hell be playing games for more than an hour or two so im free to ping him whenever
3c) this is also a date, obviously
3d) this is also why theres obviously gossip my dude
4a) our boss drags him into a meeting for "ten minutes" at a quarter to five
4b) he is in fact stuck explaining absurdly basic shit to this woman for forty five minutes
4c) im eves dropping making notes and shit and he's so frustrated i feel so bad
4d) we emerge from the office and i do as i promised my group chat: offer to suck his dick about it
- me: youre an absolute saint and deserve better id haha offer to blow you but that just wouldnt be a joke, but u deserve it
- him: well thanks, the sentiment is appreciated anyway
4e) he then checks his Spotify generated playlist of the evening, finds its "friendly funk friday"
- him: it is NOT time for friendly funk
- me, thru giggles, losing my god damned shit because that opening: idk im down for friendly funking thank u Spotify for being my wingman
- him, quietly frustrated: ...... im going to my parents for dinner
4f) sir that is not a no
4g) in fact, that could very easily be read as upset my offer cannot be taken advantage of today
4h) sir
in conclusion, hes just my boyfriend already whether hes up to admitting it or not
#mochi rambles#mochi you useless lesbian#this is just so incredibly funny#cockblocked by mommy dinner#when i could in fact BE mommy dinner
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I dunno if you've talked about this but what do you think about LiXuan being parents? Would they want kids? :3c
What do I think?? WHAT DO I THINK??? You do not know the can of worms you've just dashed onto the concrete.
Umm... Hmm... I guess there can be an mpreg warning?? *wavey hands* and, perhaps, a mild case of body dysphoria??? you'll see when you get to Tang Xuan's section.
But for now:
Li Ling ABSOLUTELY wants kids. He thought he didn't, then he was forced to volunteer at an elementary school after school program and was suddenly gripped with the intense desire to see a bunch of mini hims running around. He wants an ARMY'S WORTH of his own children.
Not babies though, man's terrified of babies. He's the type of parent that really excels at parenting once their kid enters school. Before that? Lost™, Confused™, Perpetually-in-an-Extistential-Crisis™™™. And once the kid hits the teenage years, they're practically ready and solid enough to tussle and throw hands with, so he goes from stern but nurturing and doting to "these hands rated e for everyone who don't CATCH THEY ATTITUDE". He gets along SO WELL with children, too, that while people are shocked at first on how enthusiasticly he wants to be a father, they realised rather quickly that it makes a lot of sense given how into it he gets when playing with children and how he has a permanent spot as a substitute teacher (which he did the work to get credentials for) at several local elementary schools.
As for Tang Xuan, I guess we have unlocked a Personal Backstory Headcannon. Many of you know that I have Tang Xuan's gender as intersex. What y'all don't know is I don't headcannon him as trans. It's a very long and drawn out backstory, but the gist is that Tang Xuan was raised a little boy, hit puberty, grew boobs and started getting (sporadicly) periods, which had people around him trying to "be progressive" and call him by feminine pronouns and Mei, and that caused a bit of an identity crisis. It's less that he transitioned and more that he had to really hammer it down to his folks and peers (at the time) that he wasn't a girl and the new additions didn't change his perception. And then he became an esper and that took way more precedence over trying to define who he was to others. This leaves our boy in a very strange sort of limbo. He loves his body and takes care of it. Sometimes he wears compression clothes to mask most of the curves, but that's mostly due to his active lifestyle, rather than any dysphoria or discomfort. But, growing up after reaching puberty, there were a lot of... Let's say dated remarks on his changes. Lots of "oh good, you can have babies!" And "now you'll be able to be a real woman". You know, nothing inherently wrong nor demeaning, just misplaced platitudes that didn't factor in how he might feel.
Does he want kids? Yeah, sure, it'd be nice in a decade or so. But does he want to have them? He's not sure. The idea doesn't entirely ick him, but he also doesn't feel comfortable "playing into the role" that others assigned for him. He could adopt but he knows he'd want a child or two that came from half of his genes.
All this to say, that LiXuan will be having their own kids, but not after some heavy discussion and planning. It helps that, once Tang Xuan gets pregnant, he is forced into solitude to be doted on by Li Ling and their families and closest friends. So when they do emerge in society, it causes mass confusion and the focus is more on "WHERE DID THIS BABY COME FROM???" rather than "TANG XUAN WAS PREGNANT???"
And, yes, they're both solid parents. Definitely awkward and young, making very common and- usually non life-threatening- mistakes. Yes they were those parents that shipped their toddlers off to daycare just so they can get a break from them. No shame there, they need it. Li Ling is that parent educators wish took disciplining more seriously (if no one ends up in the hospital, s'all good yeah?) and Tang Xuan is that parent educators think isn't invested enough in their kid (he's still a model, on top of being a high ranking union officer. hours are wild and free time is sporadic).
They both have to take up family counseling once their kids become teenagers because oh boy, karma is a b#tch and their kids- of course- have the worst of both of their personalities x10 due to raging teenage hormones.
But you know what? Their kids grow up well enough, knowing they are loved and will always have a safe space within their dads' arms (and extra arms) and once the hormones settle as they become adults and go through uni and enter the workforce, Li Ling and Tang Xuan are pleased to see that their kids still talk to them and seek them out for advice or randomly drop by to hang out (and steal their leftovers and tupperware). All that hard work pays off.
They, later on, decide to become foster parents so they can still impact a child's life without needing to relive the horrors of raising them from birth to graduation.
#the hippo answers#dislyte#li ling dislyte#tang xuan dislyte#lixuan#lotusmonkey#i have a LOT of headcanons on these two being parents and how it happened#i LOVE CHILDREN and was raised by a father who LOVES CHILDREN so 90% of my headcannons involve these two with children#oh i hope no one minds the mpreg#the quickest way to get me to open up is to talk about children
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I sent you an ask a little bit ago, about my boyfriend who's also a yandere! I just wanted to talk about him more because he's asleep on my chest rn and I'm not quite tired yet, but I don't want to move while he's sleeping so sweetly. I even got to take pictures of his cute face while he sleeps :3c
Anyways, we've been looking at rings together. I keep teasing him that he should propose soon but he keeps telling me to be patient so he can buy me an expensive ring and plan a whole day all about me. He wants to have a day filled with taking me to all my favorite places, and he said he'd end on a picnic somewhere beautiful and when the sun was setting he'd propose to me. I'm just so impatient because I want to be even more his already. Boyfriend doesn't feel like enough, I want him to be more.
Oh, for Valentine's day he got me a necklace that has the letter of his first name on it so I can wear it, as a way of him claiming me as his. It's really sweet and I love it. The chain broke but I already ordered a new one. I'm going to wear it every single day from now until forever.
Whenever we play video games or something and I say a character is cute he pouts and gets jealous, it's really cute. He's always like "no, he's not attractive, I'm attractive. You only want me, you're mine" and then kisses me. I sometimes purposely play up liking a character so he gets more possessive and kisses me more :3c He's always so cute and insistent that he's not into anyone but me, and we're only each others and is just so possessive and cute. I love it about him
I asked him yesterday if we broke up if he'd want to stalk me, and he said yes. He said he'd stalk all my social media to make sure I was okay, and he'd want to leave gifts and flowers at my doorstep to try and make me happy. He seemed worried I'd be weirded out by it but I found it really sweet! That he'd never want to let me go, and would want to always try and make sure I'm happy! But I can never imagine us ever breaking up. I know I'd die without him, and he's said he'd rather rip out his heart than ever leave me.
I'm also yandere for him too obviously. I told him about how when I'm doing our laundry I'll stop and smell his shirts to see if they still smell like him. I also sometimes purposely sleep in his shirts because they smell like him, and it helps me sleep.
If I'm still up when he's asleep (typically doing chores, I'm like his cute soon to be house-spouse) I'll often times come back into our room just to watch his face while he sleeps before continuing on what I'm doing. I love watching him sleep. The first time he came over on a date, he stayed the night and I kept waking up to stare at his face. He has such beautiful features. I'm so completely obsessed with him. I sometimes can't watch the show we're watching because I'm so focused on staring at him and thinking about how much I love him and how incredibly attractive he is.
Anyways: rant pt 2 over lol. Whenever he's sleeping on top of me it makes my affection go through the roof and I get way more yandere about it. I need to get my chores done and come back to bed, but I hope you have a nice night (or day, whenever you see this lol)
Aww, that is so sweet!! I love reading about your experiences, it is so heartwarming and encouraging to hear about how happy you and your fiancé are!
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