#AND hes related to a guy i have mild issues with

[livlaughloveluke]

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫- 𝐣.𝐜

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you meet jack’s family for the first time at thanksgiving dinner

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: i COMPLETELY made up the members of his family, mentions of thanksgiving although if you don’t celebrate its only briefly mentioned so you can just imagine its a regular dinner ☺️

𝐚/𝐧: happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate! j will most likely not be posting until this sunday, although it might vary

you finished your light makeup by applying a swipe of lipgloss. your auburn dress was the perfect length, being both cute and appropriate for the occasion. you were going to have thanksgiving dinner with all of jacks family. 

there was one issue. in your six months of dating, you had never met anyone related to him. you would have liked to meet his mom earlier, but got as a rising actress, you got caught up in work and were constantly traveling to different states for events. however, from what jack described, she seemed precious. 

but what if she didn’t like you? what if something goes wrong and you embarrass yourself in front of everyone? oh god, this dinner was really messing with your head. 

“you almost ready, babe?” jack exclaims from the other room. you slip on your shoes and exit your bedroom, entering the living room where jack was. he was wearing a sweater that matched the color of your dress, and a pair of jeans.

jack stands up, and kisses your forehead. “you look good, y/n. my family will love you.” jack said, making you blush. his charm never failed to make you smile. 

you hop in jacks car, leaving your hotel room. you bounce your leg up and down, nerves taking over you. jack places his hand on your thigh, the coldness of it sending shivers down your spine.

“seriously y/n, don’t stress. if it makes you feel better, you are a lot better than my last girlfriend.” he said to you.

he was right, his last relationship had been a little rocky, and the girl he was dating wasn’t exactly the nicest person out there. it pained you to know that someone could be so mean, especially to jack.

jack was the sweetest boy, who treated you with the respect that you lacked from other guys. he stood with you at your lowest points in life, and helped you grow as a person. you flourished during your relationship with him, becoming the best version of yourself.

and you helped jack, too. when he was alone and heartbroken, you swooped in and provided the love he so desperately deserved. when he fell down, you were always there to help him get back up. he was happier and better person with you around.

the car came to halt, as you pulled into the driveway of a small cozy home. a few other cars were already there, and you presumed that it was his family. 

from what you heard, his aunt and uncle would be there, along with his older brother and his brothers wife. his grandma and grandpa would unfortunately not be attending, for they had caught a mild cold the day before. his sister-in-law had two daughters, one newborn and one six year old. you were great with kids, so they wouldn’t be an issue. you had spent your teenage years as a summer camp counselor.

you took a deep breath, and stepped outside of the car. jack interlocked your hands, and you both walk up to the door. he didn’t have to knock, and just walked in. everyone looked to see who it was, and when they did, a roar of greeting came from the crowd. jack hadn’t visited his hometown in a while, so there enthusiastic reactions weren’t unexpected.

the family then turned their attention to you, and you greeted them with a smile on your face. they smiled back, and started welcoming you.

“this is my girlfriend, y/n!” jack introduces you, and you start shaking everyones hands. you then got everyones, except the kids, names. jacks sister-in-law was named jessica, his aunt was shannon, his uncle brian, and his older brother was named joey. 

then, jacks mom, anna, invites you, jessica, and shannon come help set up. jack heads off to the living room with the boys, and the rest follow anna to the kitchen.

“so, how long have you and jack been dating?” his mom asks, and you immediately reply with a joyful tone. 

“around six months. i wish i could have met you sooner, but i’ve been nonstop traveling for work. also might i add, you did an excellent job raising him. he’s the sweetest and most caring boy i know.” 

“you’re to kind! now tell me about yourself!” anna replies, and you start informing the group of your origin. you share silly stories about jack, and laugh uncontrollably together while finishing dinner.

you hear the shy voice of a young girl coming from the doorway, and look over to see jessica’s oldest daughter walking in. she walks over to her mommy, and tugs on her dress. the bashful kid whispers something into her mothers ear, and they both look at you. you start to feel slightly embarrassed, worried as to what they were talking about.

“oh, thats uncle jacks girlfriend, y/n! why don’t you go say hi. i’m sure she doesn’t bite.” jessica says out loud, and your cloud of worries clear up.

she walks up to you, and you squat down to her height. you can tell she’s a little nervous, and you try your best to seem welcoming.

“hi! i like your dress. its very pretty.” the young girl whispers out.

“thank you! i love your hair! it looks super cute.” you respond back, and she giggles and thanks you.

“do you wanna play barbies with me in the play room?” she asks, and you look back, making sure it’s okay that you stop helping with the food. everyone nods and encourages you to go with the small child, so you follow her to where her toys where.

you sit down, and she gives you a doll. you start playing with her, and the girl, evelyn, seems to be having a blast. you giggle and joke with her, glad you can get along with her.

“shhh you can’t tell uncle jack i said this, but he told dad that he really, really likes you. and he also said you’re the prettiest and funniest girl he’s ever met.” evelyn informs you, and you can’t help but blush. you continue chatting with her, now seeming to be a little more at ease.

anna calls the guys to the dining room, for dinner was almost ready. however, before she sends jessica to grab you and evelyn, she begins to say something to jack and the rest of the family.

“you know, i really like her. i think she’s the one.” everyone agrees with anna, and praises  you for your generosity and amazing personality. jack loves hearing the groups words of approval, and he smiles, knowing you were definitely liked by his family. 

the feast begins, and you chat with everyone in attempt to get to know them better. it was an excellent dinner. the food was amazing and the conversations were plentiful. time flew by, and before you knew it, you were saying your goodbyes.

as you drove back to the hotel, you and jack began talking. you couldn’t up but light up at his words.

“i think they really like you, y/n.” 

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[heartsforvin]

reader get a heated blanket as a gift, but vinnie doesn’t like it bc she doesn’t cuddle w him when she uses is bc it keeps her warm

WARM SNUGGLES

love this idea !! thank you for the request !!! <33

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; vinnie being jealous over a blanket 😭 bit of angst ??, mild argument, use of pet names, cussing

summary; one of your friends gifts you a heated blanket, but vinnie soon turns jealous, thinking it’s taking away time from him

recently you were gifted a heated blanket, and ever since, you use it every chance you get. chances like, using it while you and vinnie lay in bed together.

you’ve noticed his attitude change as well. you thought nothing of it, thinking he was stressed about something work related.

you tried reassuring him, say comforting words and giving him affection, but he just shrugged it off.

“vin, what’s wrong?” you ask as you walk into the kitchen of your shared apartment. “you’ve been a mood for a week now.”

silence fills the room for a moment. you both watch as hera jumps up on the counter, vinnie scratches behind her ear.

“nothing, im fine.” he replies shortly, grabbing the cat and walking into your guys’ room.

sighing, you let it go for now, not wanting to push his buttons.

you slowly walk into the room and smile at vinnie as you grab your blanket. you almost miss the eye roll he gives you.

“what’s that for?” you ask, tone stern as you try so hard to keep your emotions at bay.

vinnie looks at you, hera sat in his lap as he runs his hand along her back.

“ever since you got that fuckin’ thing you never snuggle with me anymore.” he admits, you chuckle a bit.

“i’m serious, it’s like that’s all you want to do — be wrapped up in that instead of in my arms.” vinnie says.

you frown, not realizing that was his issue this whole time. you find it a bit silly he’s jealous over a blanket, but can somewhat understand where he’s coming from.

sitting on the bed, you set the blanket on the ground and put your hand on vinnie’s thigh, rubbing your thumb against his skin gently.

“i’m sorry, my love,” you apologize, vinnie gives you a weak smile. “is that why you’ve been so grumpy?”

it was probably an obvious question but you asked anyways. vinnie didn’t reply right away, instead he grabbed your hand that laid on his leg and pulled you against him.

hera quickly scrambled off her dad’s lap so you can take her place. you laid your head on his chest, legs tangled together as vinnie ran his fingers through your hair.

“it’s stupid, i know,” the blonde sighed. “i’m sorry for snapping at you, you don’t deserve that, baby.”

missing your head, he continues to run his fingers through your hair. you reach down and grab the blanket from off the floor.

vinnie smirks and lets out a small laugh as you wrap the blanket around you both, turning it on to hear the two of you up.

he rubs your back, realizing that the blanket is actually pretty nice. hera jumps back up on the bed and joins the two of you.

“are you done being jealous over a blanket?” you ask as you see vinnie put his hands under the blanket to warm them.

he nods, a content smile on his face. “i’m really sorry for how i acted. it’s a blanket, i shouldn’t have reacted like that. it’s actually pretty comfy.” he apologized to you.

looking up at him, you softly kissed him and smiled against his lips. “i knew you’d like it, seems like hera does too.”

the two of you look over at the cat, her eyes closed as she purrs softly.

vinnie wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly. “i love you, sweetheart.”

you smile, nuzzling your face into vinnie’s chest. “i love you too, handsome.”

working on getting all my requests done !! also have another lil fic i’ve been working on for awhile that i’m excited to post !!

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[anisespice]

“ hate your boyfriend ” || tokyo rev. pt. 2

one

synopsis: " you can pick me or your little boy. "

pairing: college!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, sexual themes, MDI. toxic!toman, cheater!reader (pumpkin eater!!), enabling behavior, mild violence, vague descriptions of sex (cause i’m lazy), vulgar language, corny marvel joke, dirty-talk, moral compass is a roulette wheel in this one lol and i think that’s it :P 

notes: did a little continuation of the first one before doing more characters lol i’m happy you guys liked the concept, lemme know who you’d like to see next :))) i don’t hate this one, but i don’t love it either (except maybe mikey’s) buuuut hope yall enjoy! <333

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05​

A week had passed since the whole kick-back fiasco, and MIKEY had gone awol. Aki was over the moon about it, for obvious reasons; as far as he was concerned, he scared him off. Besides, the less you hung around the delinquent, the better for both of you.

“That guy’s just a nuisance, babe. Good riddance.”

Little did he know, this was a regular occurrence. Mikey always did this—Disappeared for days on end, only to pop right back up like he never left. Whether it be due to gang related issues, or because he felt like it, this frustrating habit was one of the reasons you invited him that night, despite knowing he’d pick a fight with Aki. You had missed him…in more ways than one. You knew it was only a matter of time before he came back to you.

And in the wee hours of the night, not far after said boyfriend left your place, you received a lone message from the former blonde himself.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:03pm     “ omw. ”

Short, but effective. His timing was impeccable, how he always managed to text the second you were alone was beyond you, but it made your heart race all the same. It was wrong, you knew that, Aki deserved better than someone who snuck around. You didn’t mean for it to get this far, but that was a guilt you’d deal with later. Mikey was your drug of choice, and tonight you craved another fix.

to : bad influence ♡ 11:07pm       “ okay. but just for a little while. ”

Even if you tried to play coy, to salvage whatever weak moral you had left, it didn’t matter—The only one you were fooling tonight was Aki.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:08pm      “ mhm. sure, angel. ”

It was a wonder how you didn’t draw blood with how harshly you clawed at his shoulders, fighting between wanting him closer or wanting to push him away. Mikey didn’t mind, though. On the contrary, he encouraged you to leave marks. As tempted as he was to leave his own, he figured beating up your insides would suffice.

Knowing you’ll struggle to walk tomorrow was all the reward he needed.

“God—fuuck,” he slurred, after a particularly hard thrust made you arch off the bed, forcing him to sink deeper. He gazed down at you with an all too pleased grin as you begged him for more. How could he deny you when you sounded so desperate? “Taking me so well, angel…always so good f’me…”

“J-Jiro..! Ahplease!” You sobbed, your knees practically knocking upside your temples as he increased momentum. Mikey snickered, angling his hips to continue ramming the spot that made your eyes cross, moans reaching octaves you didn’t even know you could hit.

“Mm, been feening for this dick, huh? Yeah? Maybe we should call up that smug bastard, let ‘em see how such good friends we are, right [______]? Bet he was real proud thinkin’ he got me to fuck off…but we both know who you really belong to. Don’t we?”

He wasn’t sorry. That’s the short end of it.

The moment Takeru decided to act all big and bad, breaking stuff in a place where he paid no bills, it was in DRAKEN’s right to set him straight; mama may not have raised him, but he still ain’t no bitch.

It took some coaxing on your end, but you were able to reel Draken back from turning your boyfriend inside out. But, after he forced him to pick up every broken piece of the lamp, he told Takeru to choose a number between one and ten.

“…Why?” Was his response. Draken raised a brow.

“That’s how many shards I’m gonna shove up your nose.”

“Ken!”

The look on the shorter male’s face was worth it, earning a threatening smirk from the mechanic as he slapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Ahh, y’look like you were about to shit yourself, man! Nah, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

For a moment, there’s relief in your boyfriend’s eyes. It was short-lived, of course. Especially once Draken’s grip tightened around his shoulder. “But I will. Don’t ever let me catch you pop off on [_____] like that again. Would hate for you to have to pick yourself up off the floor next time. You feel me?”

With a gulp, he gave a shaky nod; now he really looked like he shat himself. “Y-Yes…”

“Hah? Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes, Draken, sir?”

He rewarded the poor sucker’s obedience with a couple taps to the cheek just to spite him before sending him on his way. It was met with little protest, Takeru scurrying out of the room with lamp pieces still in his palms, not even sparing you a passing glance. 

“Text you later?” You called at his retreating form. When all you got was the sound of your front door slamming shut in response, you swiftly turned on your heel to aim a dejected frown at your other houseguest. Draken sardonically pouted back at you, reaching over to pinch your cheek until you swatted his hand away. “Why’d you do that, you totally freaked him out!” 

He wasn’t sorry. Draken shrugged. “Good.” 

Merely rolling your eyes, you headed for the small broom and dustpan in your closet to gather what little pieces Takeru left behind–Might as well busy yourself to delay addressing the elephant still in the room. Unfortunately, said elephant wasn’t about to let that happen. Before you could even think of sweeping anything, Draken gently grabbed your elbow, those same eyes that stared death into your boyfriend’s soul now filled with something else as they appraised you, melting through whatever cold exterior you tried to aim at him.

He leaned down closer, sporting a slanted grin that sent signals straight down to your core. Sometimes, you despised how easily he made your insides flutter by just existing.

“How much longer y’gonna entertain that fucking loser, huh? He wouldn’t know the first thing about handling someone like you.”

You hummed, fighting the giddy tremble in your body at the challenging air that surrounded you both. With the inkling of boldness you had, you took the bait. “What, like you would?”

He wasn’t sorry; you’d be though.

The way Draken split you in half would make Lucifer himself bite the pillow. Hovering over his gigantic frame, chest bare with your hands perched on each pec, he manhandled you to take every unforgiving inch of his dick, having you feeling downright discombobulated as your hips struggled to keep momentum.

Forget about seeing stars, at some point, you were certain you saw into the quantum realm; say hi to Ant-Man for me.

“K-Kenny...I can’t...t’s too much!” 

He cooed up at you, though there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in his tone. If anything, Draken enjoyed himself thoroughly, tongue-in-cheek as he watched you fall apart in his lap, just like he knew you would. With the way you tightened up around him like a vice, as if your own body was against the thought of him stopping, the former blonde chuckled breathlessly.

“Use the safe word then, doll.”

You glared down at him, to the best of your ability. With him practically jabbing you in the lung, it was more than difficult to say the rebuttal as smartly as you wanted to. “Y-you think…you’re so-oh! So f-funny…”

He did. Absolutely he did. By making your boyfriend’s name the safe word, nothing would soften his dick quicker. Plus, he knew you didn’t need it; just like you didn’t need Takeru.

“What? It’d be the only way you’d ever scream it anyways.”

“Welcome back.”

You paused mid-step upon entering your apartment, not expecting the ravenette to still be there. With a deep exhale, you paid him no mind as you kicked off your shoes, irritated after a tiresome process of checking your boyfriend into the hospital.

To say BAJI did a number on him would be an understatement…Man’s fucked him up. Sure, maybe Makoto could’ve watched his tone when talking to someone with such a short fuse, but Baji could’ve at least exercised a little restraint.

…Oh, who were you kidding? It’s Baji.

“What, ya not talkin’ to me?” Barely sparing him a glance, you set your bag on the coffee table before heading for the bedroom for a much-needed shower. Baji didn’t take kindly to being ignored. He huffed, standing to meet you halfway as he trailed behind you. Even when you attempted to close the door in his face, he shouldered his way in anyway; it was gonna take more than that to deter him.

“Quit being mad…said I was sorry, damn.”

“No you didn’t,” you replied, incredulously. You really tried it with the silent treatment, but knowing him, it was only a matter of seconds before he'd get you talking again. Taking off the sweats you threw on in haste earlier, you continued. “You said, and I quote, ‘Talk shit, get hit,’ then fell asleep on the couch while I had to haul Makoto to the emergency room!”

Baji shuffled his feet, “…Well, I meant to say it. Jus' forgot.”

You scoffed, walking into your bathroom. "What are you even still doing here? Don't you have someone else's day to shit on?”

“Y’kicking me out now?” He teased, raising a brow. What he didn't expect was for you to start throwing your toiletries at him. Although his reflexes saved him for the most part, Baji still got hit a few times as he attempted to dodge between a shampoo bottle and mouthwash. "Whoa! Hey-!"

“Maybe I should! Do you have any idea how hard it was to get him in and out of my car with all that dead weight, let alone into the building? Not to mention, his emergency contacts were his uppity-ass parents, so after they chewed me out, I had to lie and say he saved me from getting mugged.”

“...They buy it?”

You tilted your head, exasperated. "Wow. And here I thought the next thing out of your mouth would be that apology you 'forgot' to say earlier…[Sigh] Whatever. You just better hope when Makoto wakes up he doesn't remember anything, or else we're both in deep shit."

“Tsk. The fuck’s he gonna do?”

“He could literally sue us.” You deadpanned.

“He’s a pussy, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try me again. And if he gives you any shit for it, you let me know. I’ll take care of it.”

“Oh, you mean like how you did today? Pass.”

He groaned, “I said sorry!”

“No you didn’t! And still haven’t!”

At the moment, it felt like the conversation would just continue in circles. With Baji stubbornly claiming he was in the right, and you combating his warped logic with colorful language and more stuff thrown at him, it's a wonder how things ended up here–With your face pressed against the cold shower wall as he gave you his fucking apology.

Over, and over, and over again.

While one hand wrapped around the column of your throat, fingers shoved knuckle-deep into your mouth to pacify the excessive whines tumbling out, the other made use of gripping the meat of your thigh, giving you no chance of running from the punishing thwap of his hips ramming against your wet ass-cheeks. The water cascading over your bodies had long turned cold as Baji chased after orgasm number five, his muscles ached from the strain, but he'd be damned to stop until he was certain all was forgiven.

Even if it meant missing every single one of Makoto's phone calls.

“God, I am so, so sorry, Takashi. Can’t believe he just…I-I’ve never seen him act like that before. Does it hurt?”

MITSUYA, despite the sting in his split lip, gave you an easy grin. “Nah, y’know I’ve been through worse. Fucker hits like one of my younger sisters.”

You had brought him back to your place to ice the bruise forming on his jaw, still frazzled over what occurred in the last half hour. Back at the restaurant, everything seemed fine when you excused yourself to the bathroom, having a blast knowing that your two favorite people were actually getting along. Unbeknownst to you, there was a storm brewing in Hajime. And the second you were out of sight, he used this opportunity to set a record straight with Mitsuya.  

Evidently, he allowed his fists to do the talking. 

You groaned, rubbing down your face in distress. “We’ll probably never get to set foot in that restaurant again...’m so embarrassed.”

“Hey,” he softly reprimanded, “Don’t sweat it, t’s not your fault-”

“I’m the one who begged you to let him come with us in the first place. I mean, I know you two butt heads from time to time, but I didn’t think it’d ever turn that serious. Please, Taka, just tell me what happened.”

Mitsuya shook his head, about to lower the ice pack until you shot him a pointed look. With a small exhale through his nose, he kept it on his jaw while he spoke. “I told you, he was probably pissed he couldn’t get a free meal outta me-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Haji wouldn’t explode like that over a fucking chicken sandwich.” You huffed, frustrated at his evasive behavior. He was holding back information on purpose, you were certain. Ever since the fitting, he'd been acting weird all evening. And that fight only solidified your suspicions. “Just tell me what started it!” 

"Doesn’t matter."

"Taka-"

"Let it go, [______]." He laid back on your couch and made himself comfortable, even so much as turning on your tv to fill over the dead conversation. Mitsuya trained his eyes on the lit-up screen, still icing his jaw as he subtly avoided eye contact.

You could just scream.

Childishly, you snatched the remote from his hand and switched it back off. The lavender haired threw his head back in defeat, the hand holding the ice pack slowly coming down as Mitsuya eyed you from his peripheral; so stubborn.

“Be honest. It was about me again, wasn’t it?” His silence spoke volumes. “So it was then. Ugh, okay listen, I get that you’re both really protective of me, I do, but that doesn’t excuse-”

“I’m in love with you.”

You choked. Though, only on your words.

With that now hanging up in the air, you gaped like a damn goldfish, the remote slipping out your grasp and clambering to the floor with a clack. Mitsuya exhaled; no turning back now. “You…huh?”

“Yep. Have been for a while, actually.” He placed his arms behind the couch, wry smirk on his face. “Planned to tell you over dinner tonight, but that backfired fast, no thanks to that walking steroid you call a boyfriend.”

“Y-…You’re messing with me. Right?” The designer offered a humorless laugh, gesturing to his split lip and bruised jaw.

“Didn’t get hit for saying what a great pal you were, [______].”

Now it was your turn to be silent. A lump began to form in your throat, overwhelmed with the newfound information, borderline confession.

“So then…what did you say to Haji to make him so angry?”

For a split second, you saw a glint within his pools of amethyst as they slowly rendered to a deep violet. Staring at you from beneath his pretty lashes, Mitsuya resembled that of a starved animal on the verge of cornering its prey, causing a sudden warmth to envelop you as you squirmed under his heady gaze.

Sitting up a little, he merely beckoned you to his empty lap. You blinked widely at him, sputtering as you tried to protest the idea. But, what he said next played into your curiosity.

“C’mere, and I’ll show you.”

You blinked at him, uncertain; he made no move to rush you. If you were against the idea, you were more than welcome to decline and tell him to shove it. However, when you eventually crawled into the awaiting throne, settling all your weight on top of him to the point he couldn’t keep from groaning shamelessly, Mitsuya was fucking elated.

You gripped his shirt at the shoulders, sporting that signature pout you’d do whenever you wanted something from him—The designer was more than ready to give it to you. All you had to do was say so.

“Hajime’s gonna kill you if he finds out, though. Don’t want you getting hurt again because of me…”

Mitsuya chuckled, hands slowly rubbing up your thighs until they settled on your hips. “Don’t worry about it, sweet thing. He may have gotten two hits on me today, but all I need is one tomorrow.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Love You Too Masterlisst

Summary: After the worst six months of his life, Jensen is exhausted. Keeping up with the charade of being better for family and friends as well as the new challenges of sudden single fatherhood while trying to get back out to work have him at his breaking point. A live in nanny in the last thing he wants but he desperately needs another set of hands on call to help out with the day to day. Someone to show up, do the work, and won’t ask a million questions about how he’s doing and if he’s alright. Someone he doesn’t have to pretend to. But he didn’t expect to like her, let alone fall in love with her. A part of him says not to risk that pain again but another part, the bigger part, says he might not have a choice in the matter…

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: TBD

Warnings: language, car accidents, age gaps, mentions of injury/death of a spouse/death of a parent/depression/anxiety/past child abuse/past sexual assault (not graphic), mild violence, self-worth issues, smut and smut related topics, loads of fluffy moments

A/N #1: This series is a complimentary series to If I Fell For You and shows the story from Jensen’s POV. Also, this series is absolutely no hate towards Danneel. I’ve never seen if from you guys but a quick reminder wife-hate isn’t welcome here.

A/N: #2: There is NO TAGLIST for this series. Parts will come out on no set schedule however I will update the below when I do know of them!

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (coming TBD)

etc.

#Jensen Ackles #Jensen Ackles x reader #Jensen Ackles series #Jensen Ackles fanfic

[yoinkschief]

Me when I men

Dog Teeth AU Tom Character Reference Sheet

WARNING: Slight NSFW - Mild, Non-Explicit Nudity under the cut

My other husband I love him so much let me kiss you on the lips volatile ball of angst and anger

My poor boy was cursed with his father's hairline and sress he cannot carry,,, to be fair that last bit was his own doing

I sure hope he looks nautical enough,, I mean I want him to nautical INSPIRED, not a member of the marine court, y'know?

My lover said "very Garp of him" and I think that's that One Piece Marine DILF guy so that's a plus :)

I also wanted his outfit to be a direct contrast to Tord's - I mean red and blue are already contrasts on the color wheel but kinda so is green so I wanted a little more driving force: white against Tord's blacker color palette

While white is supposed to represent purity, I assure you, Tom is anything but

It's more a reflection of how the characters see themselves: Tord KNOWS he's a piece of shit and happily flaunts it because no one can do anything about, he holds it with pride even

But Tom doesn't believe he's being an ass, he thinks he's genuinely doing the right thing or at the very least the lesser of the two evils he was forced into, and than on it's own has some merit but this is just to say Tom isn't exactly the "savior" of the story despite what the white palette may suggest

It certainly is what he wants to portray to the public, however

Mmmmm mann

I'm apparently really into sharp contrasts or something cause I keep shading with very bright colors against very dark shadows,,,, it's really fun actually so whateva

Also that cape thing Tom wears ? Worst thing ever, it's like a texture issues but instead of the texture bothering him it's the uneven amount of weight, like he's painfully aware it's on his left shoulder and not his right and it irks him so badly but "it carries his rebellion's symbol so he has to wear it in public" or whatever

He's really only seen wearing it during important or public matters, when it counts

Otherwise that thing's in the bin

Back in his OG style but with the horrible hairline and salt in his hair

He got a day off

He snuck out of the lime light

"Ohh I drew him naked to show off his tattoos and to talk about them"

No I didn't

I'm a liar

I drew him naked cause I wanted to draw his tits so I did, simple

But I will talk about his tattoos some more :)

First of all: That scar on his left shoulder is from the house rubble, that cut we see on his arm at the end of The End pt. 2, yeah that's where that comes from

As for his tattoos,,

I know I've explained these somewhere but I'm explaining them again cause I dunno if I explained it someone's DMs or not lol

The Harpoon tattoos are pretty self explanatory, and I also just wanted to show off colored tattoos on darker skin complexions cause that's the stupidest argument I've ever heard and black/dark skinned people should be able to get colored tattoos

The rest are kind of important to Tom and the story line,,,ish?:

the Shark Teeth tattoo comes from the time he visited Hawaii to find out more about his father and his Father's side of the family and their customs, traditions, his heritage, etc. etc.

To make a long story short: there's a reason his father doesn't talk about his side of the family often, but it didn't ruin his experience while visiting some lesser hostile family members in Hawaii like his cousins, and he even got to surf with them - which was when they decided to convince him to get the Shark Teeth tattoo

On top of Tom just being really obsessed with sharks and having infinite knowledge on all things shark related, it's supposed to represent strength, guidance and protection which I think is very fitting for Tom

The "Wolf" tattoo kinda stands out because Tom's Irish, not Scottish or any sort of Norse. So why the Nordic rune?

Well :)

Back when Tom and Tord lived together, they weren't always at each other's throats

I think I mentioned this in my Strip Mafia AU reference sheet for Tord ignore how I forgot to flesh out Tom's,,, I have it I just haven't cleaned it up yet but I'm gonna rehash it here really quick:

Tord gave everyone in the house a tattoo he thought best represented them, including himself (which was the Ouroboros tattoo seen on his character sheet) and Tom's was the rune for "wolf" and I think there are very obvious reasons behind it

Tom stays around his friends a lot, he's got more bite than bark, very unfriendly to outsiders, the list goes on really

It's so odd seeing Tom in so much white if I'm being honest

I'm so used to him being in like angst blacks and greys and I don't think he's adjusting any better himself LOL

#love this big fella #man #eddworld #ew #fanart #art #digital art #reference sheet #character sheet #character reference #Dog Teeth #Dog Teeth AU #eddsworld au #ew au #ew Dog Teeth AU #Dog Teeth Tom #Dog Teeth Blue Leader #ew Tom #eddsworld Tom #ew blue leader #eddsworld Blue Leader #Tom #Blue Leader #jay draws #slight NFSW ?

[teruthecreator]

(tw for racism, pedophilia, transphobia, child impregnation mention)

yeah idk why y'all read this

i was originally going to just post this and have some tags with my reasonings, but i realized that opens me up to too much bullshit from people who may think i'm being unnecessarily mean or whatever. so i'm going to explain exactly why the screenshots above are something i hold issue with.

firstly, and i just want to get this out of the way, this post is not intended to be a hit piece against the creator. i've seen how she reacts to any mild-mannered or slightly joking criticism, so i know this post is probably going to not land well. but it isn't my intention to make her mad or anything--she's writing a piece of content for the internet, which means she is just as open to criticism as any other poster. and what i intend to go into in this post is criticism. i'm allowed to do this, as that is the nature of the internet. people are allowed to critique whatever they please, and if you don't want critique then you shouldn't post. simple as!

i am also making no attempts to posit myself as better than the creator. i'm not doing this for clout or moral superiority or any of that dumb shit. i simply want to discuss something that's been bothering me for a bit, while simultaneously warning people who haven't read this yet (who may be sensitive to the issues above) to steer clear. if things like casual racism or transphobia aren't properly tagged, then readers who are affected by such things run a risk reading this! same goes with people who are triggered by lewd content involving minors. i wanna make sure people are getting a more critical scope of this work than what has been hoisted up by others.

okay, now that i've gotten that out of the way, i'm going to get into my points.

firstly, the subtle and not-so-subtle racism throughout this fic, especially in relation to serizawa. i'm white, so there is only so much i can speak on without trampling over the words of other fans of color, but some of this feels so blatant it's odd it hasn't been noted earlier. it's important to note before i go into it that serizawa is specifically written as half-black half-japanese for this fic, in case the screenshots don't make it abundantly clear. but there are just too many moments of casual racism in this fic. i'm not talking about the plot point of serizawa being bullied as a kid for being mixed; i'm not mixed, so i can't speak on the accuracy there but it is well-known that black people face a lot of racism in japan. i'm talking about how it seems everyone else has these racist moments that aren't acknowledged by serizawa or the narration as being bad.

reigen hypothesizing over serizawa's exact ethnic background is just strange. yes he's a fairly observant guy (he has to be, with his job), but there is no canonical evidence to suggest he would immediately jump to theorizing whether serizawa is american or not. and the way it's posed in that first quote--"he has darker skin and the kind of hair texture that would likely indicate African ancestry"--is not great. that's an extremely inappropriate way to bring up someone's race. i don't think most people would stare at someone and be like "hmmm well your nose shape and hair texture would suggest you're of this race". it's racial essentialization that is only slightly covered up by the excuse of "oh he tweets in english". there are some other smaller moments of questionable wording, like calling serizawa's afro "sloppy" when it isnt (which btw there's another issue with the creator only referring to an afro as a "fro". it's a hairstyle; you're allowed to use the actual name of it). even if reigen cuts his hair in canon, he never states it's because serizawa's afro looks sloppy. (also there's something to be said about the casual racism baked into making your employee cut his natural hairstyle for a job, as that is a very real issue many black people face when wearing their natural hair or even protective styles in the workplace.)

i'm especially bothered by toichiro's very casual racist remarks. toichiro in this fic is a general bother of mine (most of which can be boiled down to "he would not fucking say that"), but the way she chooses to characterize him in relation to serizawa feels gross. calling a black man a slave should be a very obvious red flag, but also saying serizawa (again, as a black man) has a "brutal masculine appeal" is also extremely stereotypical and racist. and really there is just no need for it; toichiro's actions in canon prove how shitty of a guy he is without the need for him to be racist (along with other things i'll get to in a bit). as my girlfriend put it: he doesn't need to be a member of the fucking kkk to show he's a bad guy.

there's also, again, the very casual racist remark of calling serizawa a "dog". i don't care if that isn't the intent; when you are writing a character of color you need to be aware of your wording, even in insults (unless she intended to make tsuchiya racist, which i don't think she did).

secondly, the eugenics/child pregnancy bit. it is surreal to even have to write this, but i seriously do not understand the purpose of either of these bits in the story. they are so minor yet so jarring you can't help but wonder why they're there. once again, i do not think you need to have toichiro doing esper eugenics just to prove he is an evil guy. he has nuance, and by making him casually reference child pregnancy (like that isn't an INSANE thing to say) reduces that nuance to nothing. that's the only reason i could see why that bit was included: to make toichiro look worse. but, even still, the author is running the risk of potentially triggering victims of csa or people who don't want to see that by not properly tagging the mention of it (or, at the very least, warning readers in the intro notes). the only other explanation for it would maybe be shock factor??? but that's a pretty shitty thing to use for shock factor, if i'm honest. also the fact that the esper eugenics was referenced again in a more recent chapter just has me very disturbed and confused. there isn't a canonical explanation for why we see less espers who are women than espers who are men, but that doesn't mean we need to jump to fucking Eugenics. it's weird!

thirdly (and this is probably one of my biggest problems and the main reason i wanted to make this post), the weirdly lewd/sexual language shou uses constantly, along with referring to reigen as a pedo or a creep at several points. frankly, i think it's pretty fucking gross for someone in their near-40's to be writing a 12-year-old talking so casually about sex like that's normal. which, i'm sorry, but it's not. yes, teens know about sex and like to joke about lewd shit. but a 12-year-old is not about to make references to a grown man's virginity. 12-year-olds draw dicks on their desk bc they think it's funny. 12-year-olds say the word "buttfuck" because it has the words "butt" and "fuck" in it, and those are the two funniest words on earth to a kid that age. i literally do not understand the purpose of having shou be so lewd all the time. for one, it doesn't make sense for his character. shou is shown time and time again to be extremely mature for his age, but that maturity extends to shit like assembling a counter-terrorism unit and extending a hand to his father to allow him to try again. and even then he's still just as naive as any other kid his age! the omake where he's telling his guys to go to the "far right corner" based on ritsu’s advice proves that he still has plenty of blindspots that are indicative of his age. leaning into this raunchy, lewd version of shou is just weird. and, again, i think it is made a bit weirder given the author's age!!! not ageshaming or whatever--i'm 23 and i write fanfic, clearly i cannot judge there--but it is just extremely inappropriate in my opinion. also having shou be more versed in sextalk than serizawa is odd too and speaks to a larger issue of serizawa's infantilzation throughout this fic, but that's something i can get into in another post if people want an explanation.

also, the way she constantly calls reigen a creep and even has him being accused of being a pedophile during the twitter cancellation is extremely inappropriate when, again, there is NO CANONICAL BASIS FOR THIS! everyone just calls him a fraud and a scammer during separation arc; there is never a reference to reigen being seen as a pedophile in that arc. and, yes, while there are versions of mob psycho where reigen is very clearly written as a creep (looking very specifically at the netflix adaptation), that doesn't mean it's good. honestly, the creep mentions all just feel like really poor jokes that do not land in the slightest.

finally, the transphobia (aka WHY IS SHIMAZAKI A CHASER). i literally do not know what else to say other than: why? why is this a thing? why is he a chaser? what is the purpose of this? is it a joke? i feel like it's supposed to be, but seeing as the author is cis i don't think that's a joke she should really be making. it not only comes out of left field, but it's just kind of a weird thing to ascribe to a character for no reason. not to mention, it's uncomfortable! trans women deal with enough creepy antics from cis men in real life--why must they be accosted by this guy too? it's just weird and uncomfortable.

i wanna round out this post by saying, once again, that i'm not trying to attack anyone with this post. but i do hope people come away from this with a new perspective on this work, and maybe think twice before recommending it uncritically to someone. to the author specifically, i hope you can read my post without rage or indignance blinding you. i might be a little blunt or rude in parts, but it's only because i'm passionate and i don't mince my words when it comes to things i'm passionate about. to the readers, understand i am not judging you for reading this fic without noticing these things. your own life experiences will give you certain blindspots and there's nothing wrong with that. i have plenty of blindspots of my own! it's what makes us human.

there is more i could say, but this post is long enough. i ask that if you come to me in my inbox or in dms about this that you treat me with respect, as i will do that for you. writing something like this took a lot out of me, as i'm usually not so open about my opinion on shit like this.

have a good day :-)

#mp100 #side quest #yeah this is all from <- that fic btw #ive been sitting on this for about a week or so bc ive been nervous abt posting something like this #i dont want people to think im making a callout post just to call shit out #im doing this bc i dont want people to get triggered by this content and because i want fans to be more critical of the content they consum #media literacy is something A LOT of fandoms struggle with and it leads to things being praised uncritically #i simply want people to have perspective when going into a thing #anyways uh. goodbye <3 #edit: took the tw tags off bc tumblr was suppressing the post bc of it #so PLEASE heed the warning at the top if u have specific triggers and things

[endlessnightlock]

I scare easily lol, but how about Hitchhiker from the horror prompts?

Thanks for the prompt, Anon! I know horror isn't the most popular genre in the Everlark fan community, lol, so I kept it pretty mild.

A-Z Horror prompts

(if you like weird stuff, send me a prompt from the list, fam. This is the only one I got so I'm open to more!)

The guy in the interview room says he's Peeta Mellark. He's not carrying identification, and his prints aren't in the state or federal system, so he could be anybody. I don't know if he has a reason to lie. He's young. Looks like shit. My first thought was junkie, but his eyes are clear.

The kid can't keep his leg still. I say leg, singular because he only has the one. I know that detail because my report states that when Peeta Mellark was brought in, the upper right-hand portion of his blood-soaked jeans was torn away, revealing a prosthetic leg attached well above his knee. Now he's in county-issued scrubs. We were out of sweats and T-shirts. He's not under arrest. He has no wounds, no scratches or caked skin under his nails, only the beginnings of a large bruise on the side of his face. And a story that can’t be true. Can it?

"Your leg a recent injury?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.

The kid shakes his head, never breaking stride with the leg. None of that blood on him was his. I know that. I'm just trying to get him talking.

"Childhood cancer. I lost my leg maybe twelve years ago. Good thing, too. If I'd just got the new one attached, I wouldn't have got away tonight. Took a while to get used to it," he explains, patting his left leg. "Wasn't the fastest runner to begin with. My ma says I stomp around like a bear."

He's rambling, but it's understandable if there's an inch of truth to his story. "Lucky guy. Well, Peeta, let's get directly to the point. I looked over the statement you gave Officer Leeg and watched the interview. I have some concerns."

Peeta meets my eye. Despite the jackshit he told Leeg, I'd swear he's not on anything. "I know it sounds crazy---"

"Yeah, it does."

"You should've been there," he said. "Do I have to tell you everything again? I'm, ah, I'm about to pass out or something. Haven't slept much the last few days."

"No, that's alright. Just answer a few questions if you wouldn't mind."

"Do I need a lawyer?" He asks, leg finally stopping.

"It's never a bad idea. But we're not figuring you as the perpetrator at this point. I can call you a public defendant if you want."

"Nah."

"So you told Officer Leeg that at approximately seven p.m., you were out on Highway 12, looking to hitch a ride. Never a good idea, you know that, right?" I add for good measure. "All kinds of things are liable to happen, as you well know."

Peeta shrugs. "I don't have a car. Still have places I need to get to."

"Ever heard of Uber?"

"Got to have money for that or at least plastic. I'm a little short at the moment."

"Seems like your ass just dropped in from Jupiter or something."

He laughs. Starting to loosen up. "No, I'm not claiming an alien abducted me."

"No. No mention of that. Let's go over what happened again, alright? I'll read over things and just ask questions where I feel it's warranted. So you're on Highway 12 with your thumb out when a Chevy truck, mid 80's model, you think?"

Peeta nods. "Tan and white. Decent shape. Some rust."

"And inside the truck's cab were three young men about your age. They had dark hair and an olive complexion, you said."

He squints at me. "Yes, they had a similar look to yours. Do you have many relations around here?"

"A Lot of us look alike in Seamtown. There was probably lots of inbreeding in the old days."

Peeta laughs, and I wink at him.

"Kidding. We're backwoods, but all of our DNA strands don't match. So back to your statement---these fellas offer to give you a ride."

For someone who said he was too tired to relay the whole story again, Peeta dives in head first. "Yep. There was no room in the cab, but the bed was empty. Was riding with them maybe half an hour before things started getting weird. It was really dark before Gale, the driver, flipped the headlights on. Seconds before before he slammed on the brakes. I about jumped out of my skin when something bounced off the front of the truck. I figured it was a deer. Lots of deer on the move around here at night. He didn't give me time to look around, just started arguing with the other two fellas---his brothers I think---before pushing the pedal to the floor. Seemed in a big hurry to get away. Anyway, he cut the headlights off, so I didn't get a look at what he hit with the truck, but whatever it was didn't look like a deer."

Now we're getting to the first interesting part of Peeta Mellark's statement to my officer: the part where it sounds like Gale Hawthorne (it's a small place, Seamtown) and his younger brothers involved themselves in a hit-and-run on Highway 12.

"So we've gone about five or so miles down the road, I guess, when Gale swerves to the side of the road and comes to a stop. 'This is as far as I can take you,' he said. He sounded frantic. 'Hop out.'"

"He never got out of the truck. It's black as pitch by now, and I'm not excited about being left alone on the side of the road, but after what happened earlier, it doesn't take much convincing to get me out of the truck bed. Something feels off, and I'd rather part company with them before anything else goes wrong. If something bad happened, they might be looking to get rid of a witness, I figured."

"So I hop out of the back of the truck and tell Gale thanks. He mutters something, then guns it out onto the road, and soon, the only thing I can make out is his taillights. I was still figuring out what I was going to do next when I heard it. Breaks squealing and tires screaming across the pavement, trying to stop fast. Then, that crashing sound, twisting, popping, tearing metal that makes you sick to your stomach."

I know exactly what he's describing. Been witness to too many accidents to get those sounds out of my head.

"Gale, he'd hit something else, and whatever it was, it was way bigger than a deer. I take off in a dead sprint towards the truck—at least as fast as I can run, thanks to my bionic leg. They're a good two or three miles down the road, but I'm fairly close when, all of a sudden, I'm not running on the road anymore—I'm off the ground. Feet dangling ten fuckin' feet above the pavement."

"I can't remember a whole lot after that, just the explosion when the truck's fuel tank blew. Whatever had me, some kind of huge bird, maybe some guy in a glider or something? dropped me onto the road, maybe 50 yards past the truck. That's when my pants got ripped. I don't know where all that blood came from. I'm sorry. I don't remember everything that happened tonight. Might have hit my head when that thing dropped me."

Peeta's brows knit together as his relay of the events comes to an end. "Chief Abernathy, can I ask you something? That officer I talked to earlier, Leeg? She wouldn't tell me what Gale hit with his truck when I was with them. I don't...I don't think it was a deer. It's driving me crazy. He drove off so fast, I can't help wondering if he hit someone with the truck."

I fold my arms on the tabletop and sigh. No reason to lie. the kid figured it out on his own. "Between me and you, we found a young woman in the location you described to us."

The color drains from his face. "Was she okay?" he asked.

There's a note of hope in his voice I hated to dash. "Nah, kid. She's dead."

His eyes glaze over, and he slumps backward as the reality hits him. "Hers is a sad story," I admit. "Second, hell, make that the third tragedy to happen in that family. The girl's parents died in a house fire. The oldest daughter was asleep in bed at the time. Fire didn't kill her but left burns across her whole body. Lost her mind. The county sent her somewhere for mental treatment---girl claimed she was some sort of mythological bird. Like a phoenix, but that's not what she called it. Happened a dozen or so odd years ago."

"A Mockingjay," Peeta said, turning to face the two-way mirror in the room. "I read something about her somewhere," he added casually.

I snap my fingers. "Yeah, that was it. Mockingjay. The girl disappeared from the facility one day. Katniss Everdeen. The young lady who died tonight was her sister Prim. You wonder how much a person can take without breaking all that death and pain. I don't know what Katniss would do if she found out about her sister's death on top of everything else."

"Maybe she already knows," Peeta says, his leg beginning to shake again. "Uh, confession time, I guess."

He waves his hands. "Not about anything tonight. I was at the facility with her, with Katniss. We kind of had a thing, I don't know. I left right after she disappeared. I didn't go home. I guess I've sort of been wandering around the area, looking for her since."

"Really. Odd that you weren't in our system, then."

Peeta rolled his eyes. "It was a physical rehab place, not drug detox. We weren't criminals. What happened to Gale and his brothers?"

I shake my head. "Gale's in the morgue. One brother with him. One in intensive care."

"Shit," he murmurs, rubbing his eyes. "Christ. Hey, am I free to go?"

I stand. "Free as the wind. Just let us know before you head out of town. Do you have somewhere to go tonight, kid?"

Peeta nods. "Yeah, I think so."

When he stands I pat him on the shoulder. "Thanks again. I'll see if we have something else you can wear."

Within a half hour or so, we had Peeta on his way. I don't know where he planned to go, but I never saw him again after that. It was almost like he'd been plucked off the ground by whatever that thing was and put somewhere safe.

#endlessnightlock writes #this got a little weird but it's not gory #non-specific injuries #everlark fanfiction #modern a/u #horror a/u

[asteria7fics]

Can we have some of your personal style headcanons?

Why yes, dear anon, you absolutely can!

I'll only share SFW ones here, but if you're interested in NSFW ones please let me know d(･∀･○)

This also contains some mild spoilers for the fic I'm currently working on - NOT The Song of Broflovski. If you'd rather go into that totally blind, then maybe skip this answer. Otherwise, read on!

Alright, so let's start from the beginning. I personally write Kyle as figuring out his feelings first, while Stan acts on them first. Neither one is stoked on the idea of coming out (Stan for Randy-trauma related reasons, Kyle for Cartman-trauma related ones) so they don't publicly come out/start actually dating until late high school when they know they're about to skip town and move away to college.

That doesn't stop them from messing around of course, but I'll save that info for a NSFW drop. (¬‿¬)

I also really like the idea of their relationship not changing massively even after they've become an official couple. They still fight, they still do a lot of the same activities together, and they never really adopt any pet names outside of still calling one another 'dude' all the damn time. Just two straight dudes in love, honestly.

Kyle is Stan's #1 defender, and will go to war with douchebags in the comments of Stan's social media posts (hard headcanon him as still being a musician/leaning really hard into his passion for music. Crimson Dawn is definitely still a thing in the Asteriaverse). You dare to talk shit about Stanley Marsh on the internet?? In front of God and everyone?? Baby you're getting doxed. Bye.

He also just unironically loves the music Stan makes, with Crimson Dawn and otherwise. Like, shitty phone recording from a performance as his ringtone kinda love. I think Kyle would have pretty eclectic music taste in general, but I like the idea of them bonding over the kind of stuff Stan would want to make.

I like to think Stan is more of a bad/freeing influence on Kyle. My Kyle has a little bit of a stick up his ass, especially as he gets older and there's more pressure on him to excel in school. Stan really becomes the person that wraps him up in a blanket after a long day of studying, passes him a drink and puts on Monty Python so they both can just relax and have fun together.

And they're absolutely the guys at the party standing in the corner by the drinks, cracking jokes to one another while they watch everyone else make complete asses of themselves. Just in their own little world, until they get properly drunk and end up making out in a bathroom or some shit. Just messy bitches.

They simultaneously communicate extremely well and absolutely horribly. They have the kind of connection where one look says it all, but when it comes down to deeper issues and arguments they're both trash at communicating their feelings. Kyle gets too heated and just starts RANTING while Stan can barely articulate a singular feeling. Eventually Stan figures out that he kinda just has to let Kyle get his shit off his chest and eventually he'll calm down enough to help Stan sort out his feelings too, but those first couple years? Rough haha no smooth sailing for my boys I'm afraid.

Alright, I'm gonna stop here because I could probably sit here and talk about these losers all day. These are pretty surface level, both because I don't want to spoil too much and because I'm always forming new headcanons for them! Really specific ones usually come to me in the moment while I'm writing, so I'll definitely come up with more before this next project is finished!

Thank you very much for the ask!! ( ´⌣`ʃƪ)

#ask asteria #style #headcanons #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #south park #sp fandom

[megpricephotography]

Poor Flynnie has to have an ultrasound scan on Thursday :( He is STILL having some pretty severe gut problems, 2 months after they started... Plus, the most recent blood test we did showed up some slightly “off” results, nothing major but various levels were a bit higher, or lower than they should be - including some stuff related to kidney function.

After seeing the results, the vet asked me to get a urine sample. It turns out Flynn’s losing protein in his urine & his urine is also too dilute. High protein levels in urine often happens because a dog has chronic kidney disease but it can also be a temporary issue, due to infection/inflammation, (or other illnesses... like cancer, which I hope is very unlikely to be the cause here). Regardless of the reason it is happening, it puts a strain on the kidneys. Or, in Flynn’s case, a strain on his kidney. Singular. Flynn only has 1 kidney... so we really can’t mess around with this. He’s now on a “renal diet” & if it’s safe, may start on ACE inhibitors to reduce strain on his kidney. The ultrasound will look at both Flynn’s gut & his kidney, so I guess we’ll just have to wait & see if anything shows up. 

I lost Barney, less than 3 weeks ago - after he’d had the exact same infection as Flynn. Barney went from having mild kidney disease, to being in kidney failure in the space of less than a month. Barney was very elderly, of course... but, still... I don’t know what is going on with Flynn. He’s been treated twice for giardia infection, we’ve been manically cleaning to prevent reinfection, he’s on probiotics & was on GI food. He is an apparently otherwise healthy dog & he really should be getting better by now & instead, if anything he seems in some ways worse than he was 6-8 weeks ago. Argh, I am so stressed. My poor little guy :( 

#flynn #dog #border collie #tw: pet illness #pet illness

[faetaiity]

HII! If you don’t mind could you do the rise tmnt guys (separate if u don’t mind) reaction to a normally rlly sweet and happy reader getting angry/snapping at something for 2 seconds (reader secretly has bad anger issues ☠️) like reader is doing homework and then just randomly punch’s their computer and just takes a deep breath and goes back to normal LMAO

Tysm for ur time! ^^ have a nice day and remember to take breaks <3

Yeah! I relate to the Reader in this ask a lot tbh.

Separate! Turtles x Gender Neutral! Has Bad Anger Issues! Reader

Post Format: Headcanons

CW/TW: Yelling, Mild Angst for Leo, Crying, and 'mild' Leo 'slander' lmao ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Raphie:

You're playing a game with Raph and Leo, unfortunately, Leo ends up winning and taunting you in particular, mainly because you preformed the worst

You grit your teeth as you hear him gloat "Oh ho ho! It seems I've won a game, it was bound to happen anyway, with how horrible you are at anything we play~"

Normally this wouldn't be too bad, you'd leave as soon as he was done piggishly gloating, but he HAD to jab you in the fucking ribs

Tears prick your eyes angrily as you tell him to 'shut the fuck up and shove the award up his ass', this causes him and Raph to wince at your harsh words

They don't know how to respond, Leo ended up awkwardly walking away, unnerved with your sudden display of hostility

Raph walks up to you and asks what's wrong, you take a deep breath and try to relax for a few seconds

You talk about how you actually get angry and frustrated a lot, it's just physical touch makes it harder to push aside

I actually HC him to still have anger issues like his previous Iterations, but on a lower and more mellow level

he gets irritated sometimes when things don't go the way he wants them, (aka safely and quickly) or when Leo is a pain in the ass, but he never takes it out on people or openly talks about it

He understands a lot.

He hugs and kisses your head, making you promise that you will tell him when you're starting to get a little too angry so he can help smoothen the situation

You nod and thank him

"Anytime <3"

Donnie:

Also has some bad anger sometimes

You're doing homework with him, usually you didn't need help, but you wanted him to explain certain trigonometry concepts to you because the Teacher was downright horrendous at explaining things.

You both got frustrated when you couldn't understand what Donnie was explaining, you because you were usually a really fast learner and didn't understand why this was so fucking difficult, and He was frustrated because he considers this relatively easy

It gets hostile when he says in what you misread as a condescending tone "How can't you understand this?! It's like teaching ABC's to a Kindergartener! It's simple!", you growl out a 'Fuck you' and start packing your stuff, just wanting to leave the lair and cool off

He doesn't stop you, he only huffs and puffs in irritation

Leo would be near the entrance of the lair and would probably crack a stupid joke, causing you to snap a "Back off!" at him, making him squint his eyes, trying to make sure this isn't someone else.

Once you leave the lair, you start to assume this will put a strain on your relationship up until he breaks into your apartment and apologizes a couple hours later

He struggles to understand that you won't get things as quickly as he does, he understands that concept with his brothers, but not with you

Mainly because he considers you smart, he's not good with apologies but he wants you to know that it wasn't your fault

It would probably lead to a long talk about you two and your anger, you two promising to be more open about your frustrations and to vent it out in a healthy way and not demean each other for what they don't yet understand

and that would lead to a rather uncommon case of Donnie cuddling you, with you two finishing your homework and watching Jupiter Jim movies

Leo:

Okay, unpopular(?) opinion but he would totally unintentionally rile you up

He's just so.... Jokey and to someone who doesn't know him, Probably Narcissistic, Dense and Immature

Which, with the Last two, he can be, but he definitely is NOT narcissistic.

Knowing him, He'd probably make a smartass comment, come up to you saying "huh?! Huh?!" Over and over again, you KNOW he's not trying to irritate you, mainly because you've never actually shown irritation or aggression when he does this (Because you're used to this behavior even before you dated)

Like in the Raph scenario, he jabs your ribs with his fingers, causing you to yelp and glare at him, he just looks at you, completely misreading the situation, thinking you're just being playfully angry so he fUCKING JABS YOU AGAIN

You snarl out a "WHAT THE FUCK, LEONARDO!?" and instinctively shove his hand away from your side

He looks shocked before actually becoming a little sad, looking akin to a kicked puppy

You sigh and relax, feeling guilty you softly mumble out, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell... I'm just in a bad mood, you didn't deserve that treatment." he averts his eyes, clearly still hurt

I'm gonna be honest, you're the only one who truly accepts his jokes aside from Mikey (Mostly), so he kinda.... gets depressed

Over the next few days, he might become slightly timid with making jokes around you, and might actually fall into a small depressive episode, feeling as if his coping method irritates his S/O

It'll take a long talk about boundaries with jokes and reassuring him that it was just a bad day, and you genuinely don't mind his jokes

that talk actually made people like Donnie tolerate his jokes more, as now he doesn't usually include physically jostling, pinching or poking people in his jokes

It might take a few days of mild, timid jokes before he goes back to his absolutely wild personality that you fell in love with.

Mikey:

Gonna be honest once more, he is the least likely to see you in an irritated state

He is super in-tune with your emotions and can tell when you're irritated or sad so he can get you out of that situation... 98% of the time.

But also, like Leo, I could see him being unintentionally irritating at times, it never bothered you up until this point because its Mikey! one of the most lovable goofballs you know!

But if you're already in a bad mood and he's being a little too rambunctious, I could see you snapping at him a little, and then instantly feeling guilty

Like Leo, the minute you snap at him, he gives you the biggest kicked puppy eyes, tears softly falling down his face as you wince and apologize profusely

He forgives you, albeit asking for a reason as to why you barked at him

He might turn into Dr. Feelings to help you talk about your outbursts and why it's not a good response to irritating stimuli

Similar to that episode with him and Donnie lmao

He doesn't blame you; he knows everyone has their own emotional baggage, but he makes you promise to tell him when you're getting closer to having an outburst so he can help you.

You agree and place a kiss on his beak, making him churr happily

there's probably a lot of small sessions with Dr. Feelings about your anger over the next couple weeks/months until you can handle it better

All of Them:

They love you even if you snap at them sometimes (and them sometimes snapping right back)

The last thing they want is to make you feel negative/neurotic emotions because of them

While they wouldn't change anything about themselves, they know you don't want them to do that anyway.

You have issues, they understand that and are willing to talk to you about boundaries, so you don't have or get a bad reaction from you or them.

#rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #save rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #rottmnt x gn reader #donnie x reader #donatello #raph x reader #raphael #leo x reader #leonardo #mikey x reader #michelangelo

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Chapter one: The Kiss

Summary: Could an innocent date turn into more?

Pairing: CEO!Andy Barber x female reader

Word count: 3742

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit language, mild mention of sexual harassment in a work setting, slow burn, fluff, no smut (I know who the hell am I?), kissing/make-out.

A/N: 18+ only, please respect that. My first add-on to the wonderful collab with @chase-your-dreams-away​ and the adventure of our gym bro shenanigans. Also my entry for her lovely 800 followers challenge. The prompt given is still to come, I couldn’t fit it into this first chapter. It’s a mild slow burn and yes, even I’m surprised by it. Smut will be delivered eventually, patience!

Not beta-read, all mistakes are my own.

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Excitement coursed your body with the outlook of having the afternoon off. It was Andy’s regular day off, so it wouldn’t interfere with your boss’s schedule. You had been looking forward to this date but hadn’t enjoyed the interrogations from Nathalie and Tess throughout the morning. It was none of their business who you were seeing. Work and privacy were two things that needed to be strictly separated, at least in your opinion.

You had been thankful that Andy hadn’t loaded your desk with too much work. Just some emails and a few documents to file. You scoffed at the sight of Ransom Drysdale’s name, wondering why Andy would keep the creep around. He was a liability to the company, touching up ladies and being completely reckless in his actions without taking any responsibility for them. 

Walking towards the water station, you let your thoughts wander. It hadn’t been rare for you and Ransom to have verbal arguments. You let out a giggle thinking back to Andy telling you both off. His demand had been adamant - you and Ransom had to stop the nonstop bickering. The both of you pretended to try but rarely succeeded. 

Sexual harassment was a real issue. Unfortunately, some of the investments into the organization made came from the Drysdale household. Giving Ransom all the freedom he needed to stick around for as long as he did. 

You hadn’t paid attention to the water overflowing your refillable water bottle. According to Steve, it was an environmentally friendly reinforcement and an important executive decision. In his effort to figure out a way not to pollute the environment as much.

Sometimes you wanted Steve to shut up as his ideas could get out of hand a little bit, but he was one of Andy’s best friends. Having met each other during their college days and stayed good friends as the years progressed. At least Steve had always been much better company than Ransom or any of the other guys.

You scrunched up your nose in disgust, thinking of the overheard conversations about illegally fucking a girl on the job. Or only being able to talk about anything fitness related. Having caught Johnny and Colin having a pissing contest whose biceps were bigger. Only to have Curtis join in and shame them all. Ending in long conversations about what exercises the two knuckleheads had to do to get biceps like Curtis. 

“Earth to the secretary.” 

Shaking your head, getting out of your trance and noticing the water pooling at your feet. Quickly shutting the tap and meeting Natahlie’s gaze. 

“Oh Jesus, what a day already.” You mustered in the sight that had unfolded beneath you while you had let your thoughts wander. 

“Where’s your head at?”

“Nowhere.” You wanted to hit yourself on the head for replying suspiciously fast.

“What are you up to?” Nathalie asked.

“Nothing. Work.”

“You know what I mean. I saw your name crossed off the lunch list. You never take time off, especially on days when Andy’s off.” Nathalie didn’t seem to want to let go of the topic. “In your words, you love the silence and peace.”

“I have too many extra hours to catch up on.” You shrugged, grabbing a cloth from a kitchen cupboard and throwing it on the floor. Your heel tried to wipe up the spilt liquid. The pencil skirt was too tight for you to bend down. 

“Oh, spill the beans,” Tess huffed, nudging Nathalie’s shoulder. “She’s probably just going on a date.” 

You stiffened at Tess’s assumption and rolled your eyes. Nathalie’s eyes grew bigger while stopping Tess in her tracks and frantically pointing at you. 

“Oh shit, she is. She is going on a date. Finally, my baby has grown up,” Nathalie cheered. The melodramatics felt exaggerated and unnecessary. “Who is it?” 

“No one you know, if that’s what you’re wondering.” 

“Name.” 

“Can't remember. I would have to look it up in the app.”

“You used a dating app?” Tess questioned, making you groan. “What’s his name? Where does he live? We want you safe.” 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be safe. It’s a museum date.” You smiled, receiving a few awes and kissing sounds. The ping of your phone went off. Glancing at the screen. ‘I’m looking forward to seeing you later.’

Heat coursed through your body while reading the sweet message. He was just as excited as you were. You knew about his feelings. He had vocalised them well enough on multiple occasions. Although your last failed relationship was still in the back of your mind. Never being treated the way you deserved, but with this man, it felt different. He was willing to go the extra mile and treat you in a way you had never experienced before. 

“He’s called Stephen.” Nathalie grinned. You scoffed at the privacy intrusion but were thankful for how he was saved on your phone. “It isn’t a bad cover-up name for Rogers, right?”

“Gross.” You scrunched your nose in disgust.

Without any more words, you grabbed your water bottle and left the wet cloth on the floor. Nathalie shouted a verbal apology after you started to walk away and back to the upper level. 

Annoyed at Nathalie’s behaviour you sat behind your desk. They could not ever know what was happening. They should’ve minded their own business instead of sticking their noses up in yours. Shrugging off the annoyance, you dove into the final few tasks of the day.

As the alarm on your phone went off, you cleared up your desk by making sure no files were in sight and locked away. You grabbed your bag and made your way down the stairs towards the locker rooms. 

After a quick change and freshening up, you took a final glance in the mirror. Twirling from side to side if the chosen outfit accentuated all the right parts of your body. A nervous smile played on your face, breathing deeply in and exhaling out the bubbling anxiety. Everything was going to be fine, it all would work out. The worst part would probably be eventually, having to resign from a job you had come to love and one you appreciated a lot.

Nerves were overtaking you when you stood in front of the steps. Your eyes scanned the crowd, hopeful to see that one familiar face you were waiting on. The Museum of Fine Arts had been his choice and one you had always wanted to go to but never been able to. 

Nervously you glanced at your watch. Maybe he was running late. Deciding to check your phone to see if he had messaged you. No notifications when you tapped on the screen. Anxiety bubbled to the surface again and you started walking back and forth. The possible thought of others staring at you, the poor hopeless girl, getting stood up by her date.

Trying to shake the intrusive thought from your mind you tried to focus on the fallen leaves on the floor. Counting them as you paced past. Your head cocked up as you heard your name being called out. The familiarity of the voice instantly warmed you up inside. 

“I’m so sorry, I waited in line to get our tickets sorted and then my booking didn’t go through. It was a nightmare.” The word vomit immediately made you feel at ease, he was just as nervous as you were. 

“It’s okay, Andy.” The warmth of his hug made you melt into him. 

“No, it’s not, I’m so sorry. I could’ve at least sent you a message.” Andy apologized again, breaking the contact between you both. His wooded smell filled your nostrils and wanting nothing more than to smell him all day. “Let’s go, because we have a lot to see. I’m excited.”

You smiled at his vulnerable statement, adoring his openness and not hiding his feelings from you. A spark jolted through your body as he grabbed your hand, guiding you towards the entrance. 

Andy hadn’t been able to contain his excitement while guiding you through the museum. His outstanding knowledge of the museum and its artefacts made you wonder why you had refused to go on an earlier date with him. You knew why, but it seemed to be an excuse not to get hurt by yet another man. 

You rounded a corner, the low-lighted room made you stop in your tracks. One of your favourite paintings hanging on the wall. 

“If I’m correct, this is one of your favourite paintings.” Andy glanced your way taking in your awed expression. “Renoir, 1883.”

“Dance at Bougival.” You both spoke in unison, a slight warmth washing over you. The view of the painting gave you chills. Not quite being able to grasp why it was making you feel the way it did. The elegant way the woman held on to the man or how maybe it was the way the man leaned into the woman held firmly in his arms. Or was it the people in the back minding their business while the couple danced away the afternoon?

“Renoir had a thing for capturing intricate details of contemporary fashions. Just look at the woman’s red bonnet trimmed with purple fruits. Another open-air cafe in suburban Bougival - the floor littered with cigarettes, burnt matches, and a small bouquet. The touch placement of their hands and intimate proximity suggest a sensuous subtext to the scene.” Andy rambled on while pointing out all the different details on the decorated canvas. 

“Dance with me?” It came out like a question, one you hadn’t intended to be a question. Your eyes grew at the realisation of having asked the question out loud. 

Without hesitation, Andy whisked an arm around your waist while the other grabbed your hand. For a second, you both mirrored the dancing pose of the painted couple. Andy portrayed the man with the straw hat while you posed as the young woman with the red hat. 

An intimate moment shared, the proximity allowing you to feel Andy’s rapid heartbeat. The fact that he still was just as nervous as you were settling some intrusive thoughts you had been trying to push at the back of your mind. You turned your head. His lips brushed against yours for a split second. Watching his jaw clench, holding back on something you both seemed to desire. With a final twirl, he spun you away from his body, bowing down at you as if to thank you for this lovely dance.

Firsthand embarrassment was felt when a few people in the room clapped at your spontaneous moment. You wanted to hide away and run out of the room, but Andy stopped you just in time. His arm wrapped around you, holding you firmly against his side. One of your palms pressed into his chest while you both giggled at your escapade. 

“I miss being this in love. It’s good to see romance isn’t lost yet. You’re such a cute couple.” An older lady spoke nodding her head as if to approve of you both. 

“We ar-” 

“Thank you very much.” Andy’s lips pursed together as he nodded back towards the old lady. “But we must get going, otherwise we’ll be late for the next surprise.”

Confusion was written all over your face, as Andy strode out of the room. 

“Why did you do that? We’re not, this is-”

“We would’ve been stuck in that room for another hour if you had said we weren’t together.”

“The woman looked harmless.”

“And she also looked like one who would tell you that you’re wasting your time being single.”

You both laughed, walking towards the other wing of the building. The exhibition hall came into sight as Andy made his way to the entrance. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I am.” You confessed. “Very happy.”

The exhibition poster informed you about Italian Romanticism. Italian paintings were an ode to your art-loving obsession. The delicacy and the attention to detail never made you get bored of any of it. Just sitting in front of a painting for hours, getting lost in the world being portrayed. A loud gasp filled the air and you were quick to cover your mouth. You looked over at Andy and he just gave you one of his infamous lopsided smiles, motioning for the empty bench. 

“What attracts you to this painting so much?” Andy asked, you kept silent for a few seconds debating if you should share the intimate answer with him. 

“I adore the simplicity of this painting.” You avoided his gaze, but from the corner of your eyes, you knew he was intrigued. “The subtle touch that captures a passionate gesture between two lovers.”

“Huh.” Andy’s head tilted to the side as if he was surprised by the answer and had never really thought about it that way.

Minutes of comfortable silence filled the room, just the two of you staring at the painting and both having a mutual appreciation for art. Both your heads tilted to observe the techniques used, watching the way the swipes of the paintbrush left delicate traces on the canvas. 

Once again intrusive thoughts weaselled their way into your brain. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, keeping from exploding at the thought of what it would feel like if Andy kissed you that way. How one finger would perfectly cup your cheek while his thumb would rest on your chin. A passionate gesture of eager desire. 

The way his other hand would hold the back of your head as his lips lingered over yours, feeling the bristles of his beard gently tickle your skin. His ocean-blue eyes turning into a pool of lustful waves from desired emotions before pressing his lips against yours with a fiery passion. 

The rapid flow of thoughts bouldered through your mind like an unstoppable train. Only coming back to reality when Andy shook your shoulder lightly calling out your name. 

“Sorry?”

“Lost in thought?”

“Yes, it’s what paintings do to me. They allow me to drown in stories and questions, making me fall down this rabbit hole of thoughts.”

“I love when that happens. It’s what art is supposed to be, it has to make you feel something.”

You simply nodded, agreeing to everything Andy added to this visit. The two of you wandered around the museum, making sure to have seen everything and losing track of time. Giggling at the announcement of the museum closing soon. Lost in conversations of art, discussions about artists and their problematic history. There was much more to Andy than you had anticipated and it felt new and exciting. 

Ending up at the exit gathering your coats from the wardrobe and heading your way outside. As soon as the fresh air hit, Andy started to fidget a little. He seemed nervous again like he did when he met you outside earlier. 

“Just spit it out, Andy.” You were preparing for the worst where he would tell you he hated every bit of the date and didn’t want to do this again. Preparing for a break-up while not being fully involved yet. The heartache already felt inside your chest. An uncomfortable rhythm of beats thumping inside your ribcage. Another disappointment in the dating scene. “It’s okay if you hated every second of it. It was nice going as friends.”

You rushed through your words, looking up at his stunned expression. A desperate need to want to get out of there and your feet bolted at the thought. Only to be held back by a hand firmly gripping your elbow. 

Your body was flung back, crashing into his chest. His mouth inches away from yours. Again you noticed the calculated jaw clench. His hot breath caused goosebumps to run down your spine. While his eyes kept glancing between your eyes and your lips. For a moment hopeful that he would go the extra mile and just kiss you like you had imagined he would. 

The softness of his lips almost to be felt but instead, another disappointment washed over you when he stepped back. An immediate rush of cold air ran between your separated bodies, making you miss his warmth. 

“Do you want to grab something to eat?” He asked, awkwardly stuffing his hands inside his pocket like a teenager.

It wasn’t a question you had expected. But it certainly wasn’t a question you were mad about. Surprising would’ve been a better explanation of how to feel. 

“Yes.” You nodded and without any hesitation, almost sure he had pumped a clenched victory fist inside his pocket before grabbing your hand with the other and dragging you along.

“Before I assume anything. Did you come by bike?”

“I don’t always cycle everywhere, Mr. Barber.”

“Very formal of you,” Andy laughed. “I’m taking that as a no.”

“That would be correct.”

A wide smile appeared on his face. It was a rarity, Andy never smiled. You hadn’t seen it often, at least not at work. But the fuzzy feeling in your stomach made you smile shyly. You wanted to jump for joy and squeal, but you had to keep it together. Squealing like a schoolgirl could be done behind doors later with no Andy in sight. 

“How does a lobster roll sound?” 

“I never had one.”

Andy stopped right in his tracks. Almost too shocked to even say something, gulping like a fish himself. 

“You what?”

“I never ever had a lobster roll.” 

“We’re going to fix that. I know the best place in town.”

It hadn’t been a far walk, but you had been thankful for being able to sit down. Your feet had been sore from strolling through the museum. 

Andy had gotten himself in line to get you both a roll. He seemed so excited to be able to share this first experience with you. One he hadn’t been anticipating. It had settled your worries from earlier that he might not have been enjoying himself.

Collected by your own thoughts, you sat up straight at the thud in front of you. Watching the glass of white wine being placed in front of you. Meeting Andy’s wide smile. 

“Had to bribe the owner to let me take this outside.”

“Bribe? Well, I didn’t take you for a crook.” You giggled, accepting the small plate he handed you. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He taunted, only making you more curious.

The sliced pickles and stacked potato chips made up the decor. The warm filled bun smell was incredible. Making you excited to try it out.

You hadn’t noticed that Andy had been staring when you took your first bite. It wasn’t until you opened your eyes and were met with his hopeful blue eyes that you nodded as you chewed. A lame thumbs up followed as you couldn’t chew as quickly to give him a worded reply. 

“What?”

“You got something on your cheek.” Andy smiled.

The rare trait slowly was growing on you. It felt nice to know that you had been the source of his smile. You leaned into his touch a little as he wiped your cheek with a napkin. 

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” 

Dinner had been so delicious. The tender and sweet lobster was placed inside the buttered-toasted bun. A certain simplicity to the dish, but you loved every second of it. You both had eaten in silence, with an occasional ask if the other was enjoying their food or wine. The chamblis had been a nice pick on Andy’s part for sure, matching the seafood tones nicely. He had warmed your heart with every stolen glance. If you had to describe the feeling, he would be a rock on solid ground. 

Andy Barber was going to be trouble to your heart, soul and body.  

You stood in front of your door. Keys fumbling in your hand, looking at Andy once again. Not really knowing what to say and how to act. You truly enjoyed yourself on this date and hopefully, he would want to repeat it one day. 

“Thank you for today.”

“My pleasure.” 

“I enjoyed myself.”

“I did too.”

“Get home safely.” 

Andy nodded and he turned around. It had been your queue to turn around, fumbling with the keys to finally fit into the lock. Twisting the lock and opening your door. You looked over your shoulder finding Andy debating something. 

“Are you okay?”

Your question startled him, and without blinking an eye he charged your way with large steps. Making you crash into your own door. Air left your lungs at the impact. Andy’s palms rested beside your head while his lips hovered over yours. 

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” The response was barely audible, but his lips crashed hard onto yours. A rushed need of hopeless want. A fire rapidly spread inside, rushing and flooding every inch of your body. Andy’s tongue grazed your upper lip. Granting him access to battle over dominance. 

Your hands gripped his tie and shirt, pulling him into your body. No one was watching while the man that had given you butterflies devoured every part of your mouth. A circle around your tongue, scraping your palate. You hummed at his expert control of owning you. Melting into the pressure he applied by pushing his body into yours. 

His hands cradled your head while yours rested at his waist. With another deepened kiss you fisted his shirt underneath his grey coat. You needed Andy just as much as he needed you. He was all worked up because of you and allowed you to feel every inch. Not wanting to stop the one thing that kept you both going.

Unfortunately, it stopped, and your mind tried to gain back logical thinking. Your eyes opened staring back at Andy, his lips were swollen and reddened from your make-out session while yours still held a pucker to them.

“I need to go.”

“You can stay.”

“I won’t be able to hold myself back from taking you.”

You gave him a simple nod and rested your hands on his chest. His hands covered your wrists as he took a slight step backwards. He leaned in for a final peck on your lips. Leaving you without another word said. 

For a moment you doubted yourself if this had really happened. Your fingers ghosted over your plush lips, closing the door in disbelief. As soon as the door clicked in its lock, you jumped around and squealed loudly.

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Okay so I like really like your writing style and I would like to make a request!!

Can we see the boys with a reader that had drastic changes in temperature really easily? Like one second they’re burning alive and then the next their bundled in blankets.

Thank you in advance if you write this!!!

-👻

As someone who lives in a place where it's winter literally 7-8 whole months, I totally do not get this *cue awkward smile*. So most of the stuff written here is geared towards winter.

I split this into parts because I felt there can be both platonic and romantic reactions to this.

The Turtles with a Temperature Vulnerable MC

(There isn't much of a difference between romantic and platonic for Mikey + Raph. It's more for Leo and D'Nello)

Raph

- Platonic

Sorry guys I have to go back to his trauma again.

He worries a lot. It's obvious considering his Eldest Child Syndrome™

So much so that he carries around a bag filled with jackets/layers, ice packs, fans: and all that stuff when you guys leave either of your homes.

He tries to keep the temperature indoors as mild as possible, but it can get hard during the summer and winter months (winter especially 'cuz he's a reptile).

Will ask if you want hugs whenever you're cold. He may be a reptile, but I think he retains some warm-blooded traits from Splinter.

Learns how drinks are a great way to regulate temperature and asks Mikey to teach him how to make delicious beverages.

During winter he doesn't let you out until you have a coat and a light jacket on (trust me you get hot in winter coats really fucking easy).

"Nope. Not letting you out until you have them layers on."

Worried parent 1000%

- Romantic

Not too different from platonic, just more prone to be touchy.

Holds your hand(s) and cuddles if you if you're cold. And also because he's a cuddlebug.

He gets really pouty if you have to separate because you're too hot.

"If I were to cover myself in ice packs will you cuddle me?"

Leo

- Platonic

He will laugh whenever you have to change your surroundings/position because of temperature issues.

He might try to piss you off by stealing all the blankets or turning the heater/cooler to insane settings.

"Um, excuse me, I need all of these."

If he feels nice, on some days he'll hand you the things you need directly; might even teleport steal extra machinery for you.

Honestly, I think he would relate to your problem, but be the biggest drama queen about it. Like complaining extremely loudly.

Flaunts the number of blankets he has.

- Romantic

Is less snarky, but can be a little bug sometimes.

I think if we're speaking in a romantic sense he's more likely to expose his true feelings/intentions. I know it's not explicitly stated within the canon series/movie but based on my own interpretation I think he doesn't like exposing his feelings unless he really trusts that person.

So he'll express worry in a more intimate way.

He won't be all mama bear like Raph but does show some concern. He'll ask if you're alright and if you need he'll bring it right to you.

As I said before I do think he has a similar problem so he'll suggest you guys share a blanket or something to conserve as much heat.

"As soon as you get out I'm not letting you back in. This is my heat reserve."

Othello Von Ryan

- Platonic

Out of the three has the best assistance for temperature regulation.

He can easily construct a device that changes surrounding heat based on blood and heartbeat regulation.

He's iffy when it comes to helping you out that isn't biology or just in general science related. It's not that he doesn't understand it, he finds it inefficient that's all.

"Why waste time doing things that could maybe help when you know that the studies of science are more credible?"

No touch. Maybe robot arms with heating, but no actual touchy.

It's hot? Don't worry he got his beautiful ice maker in his battle shell.

He does not stand for complaining. Just tell him you're uncomfortable and he can fix it.

- Romantic

In a romantic sense, I think he's more likely to try to help in a non-scientific way. Again, it's not his preferred method but it can also be a data-collecting experience for him.

He'll ask more questions, trying to understand your individual biology.

"Is there a certain time interval when you feel you're personal comfort change?"

He really doesn't like it but if you need it very badly then he might give you a stiff hug or two. Awkward back pat gang

If you spend time in the lab with him then he'll make sure the environment is to your liking.

Asks Sheldon to watch over you if he's not able to be there at the moment.

I totally see him as a trench coat guy. Gifts you a matching one.

Mikey Wazowski

- Platonic + Romantic

Quite similar to Raph but has some distinct traits.

Will go overboard with everything because he's not entirely sure what you exactly need. Ex. 4-5 blankets or more than enough electric fans

Found frozen foods and used them in replace of ice packs once.

"I'm gonna find who stole them all because I am disgusted at myself right now!"

Uses his culinary skills as an advantage. Is it 3 star Michelin course shit? Indeed it is.

"I present to you my Ganache hot chocolate~"

He absolutely loves physical touch so keep that in mind. You'll have to pry him off you if you get hot though.

Donnie has to teach him how the thermostat works (it's not hard, he's just never used it before).

If you're ever under a blanket he'll try jumping on you.

(Sorry Mikey's is short I'm pulling all my brain cells trying to think of any possible ways)

——————————————————

I tried. I really tried.

Also, I don't ever want to call Mikey "Mikey" ever again. He's "Mikey Wazowski" now.

- Celina

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #mikey #raph #Leo #Donnie #Tmnt #tmnt 2018 #Tmnt x reader

[stiffyck]

hello! I am very tired

i’ve been thinkin about a post-double life au where mumbo is there and the soulbound between scar and grian is still there, but since grian and mumbo share a soul now, they’re all soulbound (I did the maths and it works out but also i’m bad at maths so)

anyway i’m saying this because angst wise, scar getting three times the amount of injuries that he usually gets could definitely freak a guy out, especially a guy who is panicking slightly because he doesn’t remember getting half of these injuries, when did he burn his hand, and that’s definitely a redstone related injury when did he use redstone?

for a little bit none of them really. clock that they’re all bound, but eventually scar is sat on his bed or something, looking at his hands and watches with mild terror as his palm is slashed by an invisible blade

it takes a moment for him to calm down, but when he does he thinks about double life and soulbounds and how grian had mentioned that this one was especially experimental, hence the inability to use golden apples or potions without breaking the bond

(in this au grian was nice in dl because. I don’t like people not being nice lmao-)

a moment later he gets a message from grian saying to come to his and mumbo’s base and it’s then that they realise (after like, a month because they’re all idiots /aff) that yup they’re still bound

what follows is a give-scar-hugs session as he breaks down and explains how he thought he was going insane, which then turns into a group ‘roast’ (can’t think of a better way to say it lol) because how did none of them notice they have the exact same injuries they basically see each other every day

they ask around and turns out the soulbond is still connected for some people, but not everyone. the only common link is that the people who are still bound had a genuine connection with the person they were bound to

this raises. more than a few issues, including very strange death messages (Tango was slain by Smallishbeans using [Daddy Sausage’s Magical Wood Giver]) and the realisation that bonds are still connected, even between servers

they also learn that people on empires have really weird names for their tools

i’ve been trying and failing to write this for a couple days lmao, but I think it’d be so funny to just see the names of joel’s weapons pop up in hermitcraft chat

OMG THIS IS GENIUS- I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

SCAR THINKING HES GOING INSANE BECAUSE HE DOESNT REMEMBER GETTING INJURED MORE THAN NORMAL- I LOVE THIS

also the weapon name omg aksjfbaksj

#asks #stiff talk #gtws #grian #mumbo #gtws angst #idk if this is supposed to be #hermitshipping #but im tagging it just to be sure #mumscarian the beloveds :))) #au rambles

[greentrickster]

Oh! Oh, Yue Qingyuan has a qi deviation thanks to not quite knowing how to handle the energies of a female body properly (note: this isn’t a ‘haha, man turns into woman and discovers how hard a female body can be to deal with’ situation, it’s a ‘this man has been holding on by his fingernails for forty years and sprinting towards his breaking point since Tianlang-jun got dug up and this was one detail to keep track of too many’).

Fortunately (for a given value of fortunately), it’s not one that has him baying for blood or on death’s door or anything, it’s a relatively mild one that just leaves him feverish and a bit delirious, with Tianlang-jun swearing and doing his best to replicate the meridian-cleansing YQY has been doing for him with that big ol’ well of spiritual energy his plant body has to make sure this idiot doesn’t die on him or anything. Because everyone would probably blame him and also he hasn’t even fixed the guy enough yet to get his revenge via petty bullying yet. This man is getting such an earful when he’s lucid enough to understand it!

Except when YQY does finally wake up enough to get complained at, he’s still not fully in his right mind or aware of his surroundings.

Oh, and he’s absolutely convinced that Tianlang-jun is Luo Binghe, in spite of the fact that Tianlang-jun is currently woman-shaped.

Tianlang-jun: About time you woke up! You know what I-!

YQY: (dazed) You?

Tianlang-jun: Yes, me! Now-

YQY: Why are you helping me?

Tianlang-jun: What?

YQY: Why are you helping me? It’d be better for you if I was dead.

Tianlang-jun: (mental gears grinding because um, what now, it’s been pretty established at this point in the forced-bonding exercise that they both need each other very very much if they’re going to survive this...?) ...what?

YQY: (curling up on himself a bit) We both know it’s true. You know I love him, and he hasn’t noticed he’s in love with you yet. I’m just another obstacle to get through. Even though he doesn’t remember why I call him ‘Shen Jiu.’ Even though he doesn’t remember that he hates that name and hates me calling him by it and hates me. He doesn’t even remember that I love him, or why he should hate me, he doesn’t remember-!!! (starts crying, not big and noisy or showy, just soft and quiet and utterly heartbroken)

Tianlang-jun: ...

Tianlang-jun: (So, on the one hand, he’s emotionally vulnerable, doesn’t realize who he’s talking to, and in no mental state to consent to doing or saying anything)

Tianlang-jun: (On the other hand, juicy sect gossip about the sect leader, that guy my son’s in love with, and probably my son)

Tianlang-jun: (in his best Binghe impression) Please explain, Sect Boss Yue, perhaps this shizhi can help.

On the one hand, it works! Tianlang-jun is the first person to ever hear the full story of Yue Qi and Shen Jiu’s shared history! Getting all this out there even helps calm these long-time heart-demons enough to get him out of qi deviation and to sleep - success!

On the other hand, it works! And Tianlang-jun gets to stare at the surrounding forest for the rest of the night processing the experience of, “Damn, you live like this bro?!” mixed with “That’s so tragic and romantic, someone should write a play about this!” along with a healthy dose of, “What the hell am I supposed to do with this information? You know, besides tell him to tell that idiot he’s in love with when we get back to the sect. And maybe force him to do it. Purely because this is the main issue this man has and if I can fix this then I can finally start getting him to respond to my teasing properly, and not at all because I relate to this situation in any way, shape, or form and miscommunication tragedies have kinda lost their appeal to me since I discovered everything bad in my live for the past twenty years has been the result of one. I don’t like him or feel sorry for him. I don’t.”

#The Hopeful Hybrid's Househusbanding System #tianlang jun #yue qingyuan #tianyue #scum villain's self saving system #svsss #I don't know HOW these two idiots because the main characters and pair in this AU #but boy howdy they did and they are! #at least for now

[raccoonfallsharder]

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ snow & stars⋆❅₊⁺⋆ [new 12/28]

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n| f!reader | oneshot | word count: 16,450.

citing a lack of "team spirit," corporate requires you to attend the annual holiday office party (off the clock, of course) if you want to be eligible for your raise. luckily, the new guy makes things... interesting. see below for context/warnings.

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You’ve lost track of the conversation again.

Snorak and Rikatikbolok are droning on about something – the increasing cost of holo-color cartridges, maybe, and its impact on the quarterly budget – and you wonder for the five-hundredth time if you’ve put in enough of an appearance to go home without the Supervisor breathing down your neck next time you see them. You tug at the hem of your snug dress: crimson faux-velvet, pretty and stretchy and a little bit clingy. Cute for the winter holidays, you’d thought — until Snorak hadn’t been able to keep his stare off your thighs.

“What do you think?” Rikatikbolok asks, turning to you. You try to remember which office he’s in. Mergers and Acquisitions, maybe?

You blink over the plastic rim of your disposable wine glass. “I–” You buy a moment by taking another sip of your watered-down rosé, and grope for something suitably vague and money-related. “I think the real problem is inflation.”

Rikatikbolok blinks at you. “Uh–”

“You didn’t say she was smart,” Snorak interrupts, glaring at his friend. You think he might be from Accounting. “I don’t wanna fuck a smart girl.”

You almost choke on your wine.

Rikatikbolok is waving his hands in apology and surrender. “I–”

“It’s your lucky day,” you tell Snorak from Accounting. “I don’t wanna fuck a jackass.”

Snorak scowls at Rikatikbolok. “And she’s a bitch.”

You raise your cheap, company-provided drink in a mock-salute. “May all your potential partners see exactly who you are,” you toast him with a sparkling smile, “long before you have a chance to get them into bed. Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

You squeeze past them, making a beeline for the cocktail table in a far corner of the open lobby. It’s shadowy over there, and currently vacant. You lean your ribs against the edge of the little table and set your wine down, toying with some of the cheap, shiny snowflake-confetti gleaming on top of the disposable table cloth. The conference hall has been strung with old, reused crinkle-paper streamers and crumpled silver snowflake decorations to celebrate the Turning of the Multicalendar — and intergalactic event, but one which holes particular significance here in the Alpha Centauri system. Personally, you’d rather be at home in your snug little apartment on Station Six, sipping mulled wine and waiting for the midwinter fireworks tomorrow night — but the Supervisor’s word is currently as good as law, you suppose. Trapped here in Timely, Inc’s corporate-lobby-turned-party-hall, people of all genders, body shapes, and species trundle aimlessly around the room, flirting badly and trying desperately to get drunk on the watered-down booze. Crimped lines of tiny string-lights snake awkwardly around support columns and maybe, if they’d dimmed the fluorescent overhead lights, it all could’ve passed as charming.

Instead, it just looks cheap and a little sad.

“Oh, but isn’t he the cutest thing?”

You wince, but no amount of flinching can block out the sound: Wevvie Wozbaaarg’s shrill voice demands to be noticed. It even punches through the dull cacophony of the dismal little holiday gathering.

“He is! I just want to play with his ears!”

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comics-based, very loosely inspired by the Timely, Inc arc in Annihilators (2010, Issue 1), though i like... truly cannot abide timothy green ii's style of rocket in this series. try to imagine a nice jorge coelho or valerio schiti. mild exhibitionism, mild degradation, praise, use of "slut"/"whore" (affectionate), begging, pet names, impact play (one? ass smack i think?), pinching, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex. lotsa fluff. i'm not super-well-versed in the annihilators arc because so many of the characters involved bore me to actual tears so apologies for anything that isn't strictly comics-canon. you don't need to have any real comics-knowledge to ride this ride.

not me writing almost forty pages of smut. jk its like fifteen pages of tension, fifteen pages of fucking, and ten pages content. ANYWAY minimal editing on this bad boy - i only finished writing it two days ago and i like to give myself longer than that to come at it with fresh eyes, so i hope it is tolerable! this is the last holiday oneshot (at least for this year - maybe i'll keep adding to this collecting next holiday season). thank you for being such sparkly little holiday lights in the darkest nights of midwinter, and may you keep cozy and warm and be well-loved, always. i hope 2024 brings only the best and most hopeful of things into your lives.

from ⋆⊰∙∘⋆❆ borealis ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ a 2023 winter collection

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