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joyful-soul-collector · 1 year

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Eclectic Ensemble

Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley x gn!reader (reader wears slightly more masculine clothing but other than that it's pretty neutral)

Summary: Reader decides they're going to ask the moon boys out on a date. Things do not go perfectly to plan

Tags: SFW, asking out, neighbors to lovers (is that a tag??), swearing, uhhh reader is a major fucking dork who talks to their cat like it can understand them, no TWs it's all fluff

Wordcount: 1288

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You couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You’d had crushes before, and those were tolerable, you would daydream, but you’d snap back to reality at some point, and go about your day like normal.

With the man across the hall though… that was something else entirely.

You tried to convince yourself it was just the mystery of him, the fact that he seemed to have three different accents depending on the day, how one day he’d be cheerful and awkward while the other he’d be suave or stand-offish or nervous.

But you couldn’t convince yourself of that, because even after he explained to you that he had DID and was not in fact a method actor of some kind, you still found yourself fascinated by him despite the mystery being solved.

Fascinated by all three of them honestly.

You’d talked to each of them in the hall before, learned things about them, even visited Steven at the museum a couple days ago. That’s what started it honestly, you’d chatted for hours after he got off work, each of them periodically switching out to have turns to speak with you. Sitting next to them by the fountain, rambling on about anything and everything as the sky grew darker and darker, it was the most fun you’d had in ages. And by the end of the night, with the way you couldn’t seem to shake the thoughts of them, you’d think you were in love with all three of them.

Which is also part of the reason you were so nervous to be doing this.

You folded the collar of your dress shirt down, sighing at your reflection in the mirror on your closet door.

“What do you think? Too much?” You turned to look at your cat, who was sitting on your desk, not at all minding that she was wrinkling all your papers. She stared at you for a moment, then licked her paw. “Yeah. Too much.”

There’s no way they’ll say yes, you thought as you unbuttoned your shirt. Even if one of them likes me back, what’re the chances the other two will be willing to date me if they don’t like me? Even lower chances that two of them will be interested, and definitely not all three of them. This is such an awful idea, why the hell am I doing this?

As you were undoing the third button you heard someone walking down the hall outside your front door. Normally this wouldn’t be cause for alarm, but you recognized the voice drawing closer and closer.

“Yeah, I know it’s your turn to choose dinner tonight, but I’m just saying, could you maybe not go wild with the hot sauce this time? You always do that and then leave me and Steven to deal with the stomachache after--”

A voice speaking in Spanish cut him off, and you would’ve started laughing if the panic hadn’t seized you right in that moment.

They weren’t supposed to be home this early! You were supposed to have another hour to get ready, to rehearse what you wanted to say, to work up enough courage!

You didn’t even stop to think about what you were doing because you could hear them getting out their keys, and if you didn’t do it now you weren’t sure you ever would. So you sprinted to your front door and flung it open.

There stood the man you’d been waiting for. It was clear that Steven was the one who dressed them that day, wearing his oversized clothes, but the perpetually frowning face 100% belonged to Marc right now. He glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Oh, hey Y/N! How’re y--” He cut off as he fully turned around to see you, and it was only then that you remembered exactly what you were wearing.

Not only was your shirt halfway unbuttoned, but you were wearing a rather old tank top underneath it, your bedhead was not the hot kind, you didn’t have any shoes or socks on, and of course, you were wearing a pair of fluffy blue pajama pants covered in cat fur.

Marc was clearly trying not to smile, but it wasn’t working very well, and for a moment you were glad for it, as Marc seemed to smile the least out of the three.

“I uh--Well I--Okay I was going to ask you something,” you said with an embarrassed laugh, running a hand through your hair as a nervous habit, but also just to try and get it under control a bit. “But just--Just hang on, lemme put on actual clothes--”

“Pfft, you’re fine, we don’t care about that, you should see the things Marc tries to make us go out in some days,” Jake said, his Spanish accent replacing Marc’s American one. “He would wear pajamas to work if me and Steven didn’t stop him. Go head, what’s up?”

You stared at him for a second, and in that moment you remembered exactly why you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them.

Because no matter who was talking to you, each of them had that same soft look in their eye. The one that made you feel instantly better after an awful day, that made you smile when you were worried, that made you feel like you could be yourself in a way no one else did.

The one that didn’t care at all how disheveled you looked right now, only about the question you wanted to ask him.

“Do you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for coffee?” you said. Jake blinked, and immediately his demeanor changed, his head tilting to the side as fidgety fingers rose up to touch the strap of his bag.

“You mean, like a date?” Steven said in his British accent. “You’re asking us out? All of us?”

You nodded and suddenly felt like looking anywhere but at their face, running a hand nervously through your hair again.

“You uh, you guys can think about it of course, you don’t have to answer right--”

“We’d love to,” Steven interrupted. You looked up to find him smiling brightly at you, the excitement so evident in him he practically glowed.

“Really? ‘We’ as in, all three of you?”

“Yes, yeah, er, well we've been meaning to for a while really, we wanted to ask you at the fountain the other day but… I dunno, we weren’t sure you liked any of us that way, much less all three of us.”

You gave a small laugh and leaned your arm up on the door frame, shaking your head.

“I honestly don’t know how I couldn’t like all three of you. Really it’s a surprise that all three of you like me.”

You gestured pointedly to your rather comical outfit, and Steven laughed.

“I dunno,” he said, tilting his head and gazing at your eclectic ensemble. “It’s kind of cute, in a messy sort of way. Jake and Marc think so too.”

“Oh? Well maybe I’ll wear this on our date then.”

He laughed again, and you chatted for a few more minutes, long enough to set up a coffee date for Sunday, before Jake said he needed to get started on dinner (much to Steven and Marc’s annoyance).

Once you were back on your flat with the door closed behind you, you punched the air with triumph, letting out a laugh of both relief and excitement.

“YES, yes yes yes! Fuck yeah!”

Your cat stared at you with her head cocked as you did a victory lap around your living room, before returning to licking her fur, and you liked to imagine she silently believed in you all along.

THE END

If you made it this far, congratulations, you have read the first x reader fic I have ever written lol. Lemme know what you think, I hope you enjoyed!

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 2 months

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second, never first

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 1500+

NOT PROOFREAD

this morning of school was tense. all day i was waiting to hear from anna to cuss me out, ask for a ride home or act like nothing happened and be petty. none of the above happened. she literally didnt go to school.

chris and i hung out at lunch and were just waiting for anna to start texting one of us aggressively but she didnt.

the silent treatment was killing me. why couldnt she just talk to me about what she was feeling. she had it all wrong and if she wasnt talking to me or chris she would just live thinking that we were hooking up being her back. it doesnt help the situation at all that shes ignoring us because we couldnt fully explain ourselves. but with anna, i dont even think clarification would change her mind.

chris and i were about to leave school when i got a text from anna:

monday 3:14pm

anna: i need you to come over, its urgent

as soon as i read the message i booked it to chris’ car showing him the message. “chris what the fuck am i supposed to do.” i exclaim shoving my phone in his face. he grabs it from my hand and reads it, “go.” is all he says.

“go?”

“yes go right now, this is literally our only chance of saving this whole situation.” he says.

“chris i am scared what are you not understanding.” i snap.

“me and you both have watched anna single handedly take girls down for messing with her relationships even if they didnt matter. you have watched her fight girls in the hallway just for looking at her wrong, now you have a chance to fix this and your ‘too scared’.” he explains

i pause thinking about what to do. part of me thinks hes right but the other part is saying that im about to get bitch slapped into oblivion. the people she cares about most betrayed her, atleast in her eyes.

“i dont even know what to say.” i mumble. “maybe explain the fucking situation.” he says in a duh tone. “got it.” i say before running into my car, backing out of my spot and waving off chris.

after driving to annas house ,which time felt like it was speeding past me, i got out of the car and let out a sigh i didnt know i had been holding in. walking up to the front door i run over every detail of what im about to say, finally reaching the top of her porch stairs i knock on the door. the door flys open and anna has the sweetest smile on her face.

im guessing she doesnt know that chris told me about what she said since she started talking to me like normal.

“what did i miss at school any hot gos?” she says walking towards her fridge and grabbing a sparkling water. “uhhh no?” i hesitate for a second confused. “oh lame.” she frowns.

“well i have some.” she says.

“about who?” i question even though i have a feeling i know where she is going with this.

“one of our best friends.” she is talking almost as if she is animated. most likely to freak me out, its working.

“ouu interesting.” i reply.

“yeah! so, one of our closest friends is hooking up with chris behind my back, she actually thinks i wont do something about it.” she states in the same animated tone.

“anna you can drop it i know your talking about me.” i say my face blank.

her face drops “oh so you admit it.”

“no i actually came here to knock some sense in to you.”

she hums in response raising her eyebrows. “what the fuck game do you think your playing at anna. i mean seriously, drop this little creepy act your not intimidating anyone. if you knew everything you wouldnt be acting like a bitch right now.” i snap.

“ouu look who grew a pair, im not going to sit here and listen to your fake ass apologies so you can leave and perhaps let the door hit you on the way out.” she says with a smug smile on her face. “anna if you would get out of your own head you could stop yourself from losing two friends who care about you.”

“friends?” she scoffs, “what great friends i have. did you enjoy your movie night or did chris’ dick feel too good down your throat? i dont need you anymore you see, all you do is complain and complain. you wanna act innocent? get out of my house and i wont tell anyone your as fake as you really are.” she scolds.

“you dont mean that.” my heart shatters as my best friend basically tells me im nothing to her anymore. “oh y/n i mean every word.” she waves at me and turns around.

“unbelievable.” i scoff as i walk out.

if there was anything i knew about anna was that she could lie right through her perfect teeth. if she says shes not going to tell people that she thinks me and chris are hooking up, she quiet literally means the opposite. so if she wants to play that game i will too.

im done getting pushed around by her.

i immediately dial chris’ phone number.

ring ring ring

chris answers the phone.

“hey kid, did everything go smoothly as planned?” he asks.

“no, anna is actually the most horrible human being on the planet i cannot fucking believe i wasted years of my life on that bitch.”

“woah woah calm down. explain to me what happened.” he tries to mediate.

“ill be over in 5.” i say before hanging up and getting into my car.

i sped over to chris’ house so angry i swear i passed about 3 stop signs.

“anna is actually unreal i never should have agreed to this little deal of yours to set you up with her.” i storm in to chris’ room. he shoots up at my entrance “ok y/n you actually need to chill the fuck out.” he breathes.

“no chris in not going to ‘chill the fuck out’” i mock, “you know what the fuck she said to me?” i say. “what?” he says.

“she said she doesnt need me anymore.” i quote anna. chris’ face drops. i walk over to his bed dropping my school bag on his floor. “how exactly did all of this blow up in your face this bad?” he questions. “well i walked in acting clueless and she kept talking to me like everything was fine and i was extremely confused right?” i explain. “mhm” chris hums waiting for the rest of the story.

“so she started saying one of her closest friends betrayed her and thought they got away with no consequences, so then i just confronted the situation and she took that as me confessing to everything. so i started to explain myself and then she started saying how we are fake people and that if i didnt leave her house she would tell everyone was a snake and fucking you behind her back.” i continue.

“but you left so your fine right?”

“chris do you even know who anna is? like seriously.” i say and he shrugs his shoulders.

“by tomorrow pretty much everyone will be talking about how we got together behind annas back.” i state.

“im so done being pushed around by her. she always called me a buzzkill when i didnt feed into her constant boy troubles. and you know what carson told me, he said that anna has been scaring guys away from me for years. she never saw me as a friend. she only ever saw me as competition. years of friendship for nothing.”

“if she is going to tell everyone that were snakes then let them believe it.” he blurts out.

i make a confused face at him “chris wha-“ he cuts me off “people are going to believe anna no matter what right?” i shrug in response, “so why dont we entertain the idea for them.” he explains

“chris have you actually lost it?” i say. “nope. kid i dont know about you but anna seems like she wasnt the bestie we thought she was.” he says emphasizing ‘bestie’.

“no?” i respond.

“so then lets get back at her, make everyone think were dating.”

“yeah chris i got that but what do we get out of it?”

“you get back at your horrible bitchy best friend and i get a fake hot girlfriend.”

thanks for reading xx

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a/n: YALLL IM SO EXCITED TO SEE REACTIONS TO THIS. i have the whole story planned out in my head and we are finally getting into the real plot of this story. hope you guys enjoyed.🩷🩷🩷

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roses-r-rosie3 · 8 months

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Two Animal Obsessed Idiots

Jason Todd x M!/GN!Reader

Warnings: Crack and swearing

Summary: The reader and Damian are both obsessed with animals, so while Jason is out on a mission, the reader and Damian start to go to all different types of animal stores and little do they know there’s no more room left in Wayne Manor nor Jason and the reader’s apartment

Quote: “Hold on Damian is in on this?! Oh that little brat is gonna- HOLY SHIT IS THAT A LION?!”

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When Jason first introduced you to his family, everyone in his family loved you. But one person in particular was really interested in you, and his name was Damian. You both shared a love for animals, so it wasn’t much of a surprise for anyone in the family when you and Damian got really close.

Some days, Damian would come to both you and Jason’s apartment just to hang out with your pets. Talking about your pets, you already had at least 4 dogs, 2 cats, and 1 bunny. But it never really felt like you had enough animals, of course you loved all of the animals you had now, but you needed more. And when you asked Jason..

“NO! NO! NO! WE ARE NOT SPENDING MORE MONEY ON ANOTHER ANIMAL!” Jason yelled.

“But just look at it!!!” You said as you pulled up a picture of the 2nd bunny you wanted.

“Most of our apartment is already filled to the brim with animals! And you want more?!” Jason asked.

“Yes! You can never have enough!” You tried to explain.

“I can’t do this right now y/n, I have to go on a mission today” Jason sighed.

“Fine” you pouted.

“Don’t be such a big baby” Jason smiled before kissing you.

“See you in a couple weeks baby” Jason smiled before leaving.

After Jason left you were left on the couch petting your dogs and wondering what to do with your free time. But that’s when you got a phone call from Damian.

“Hi y/n, Todd is out on a mission, and I was thinking that we go to all types of different pet stores and getting more pets” Damian suggested.

“I would love to, but Jason told me I couldn’t get any more animals” You sighed

Damian just bursted out laughing.

“What is he? Your dad? Come on! It’ll be fun” Damian said.

“Fine, why not, what’s the worst that could happen?”

You ended up picking up Damian from Wayne Manor, and you guys ended up with at least 16 new dogs, 17 new cats, 5 new bunnies, 3 new birds, 23 new pet fishes, 13 new hamsters, and somehow you both adopted 2 lions(don’t ask how, but just know it wasn’t an easy process).

When you both got to Wayne Manor, you two could let half of the pets there, so you had no choice but to take the rest to your house. Surprisingly, all of them fit in your apartment, sure you probably didn’t have much space to relax but who would need to? To your surprise, the lion was rather friendly with the rest of the animals, And then you heard a knock at the door.

“Y/n? Can you open the door for me? I think I left the keys in there while I was out on the mission” Jason asked.

“Uhhh, yeah! In a bit!” You yelled out as you tried to shove all the animals into one room.

“Oh never mind it was just in my pocket!” Jason said.

“Wait! Uhh! I’m.. uhh… naked!” You said.

“Y/n I’ve seen you naked before, I’m pretty sure it’s fine” Jason sighed as he opened the door to see new animals in your apartment.

“Y/n! I thought I told you that we couldn’t get new animals!” Jason scolded.

“Yeah, but Damian said it was fine and we could-”

“Hold on Damian is in on this?! Oh that little brat is gonna- HOLY SHIT IS THAT A LION?!” Jason screamed before running off to the lobby.

The lion tilted it’s head in confusion and you laid next to it, petting it.

“Don’t worry buddy, he’ll warm up to you” you smiled as you patted it.

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starplusfourletters · 5 months

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I finally finished the last command

and it was a romp (spoilers)

Chewie spends the whole book on the edge of a nervous breakdown but buddy you very much did that to yourself. Sure, you swear a life debt to a guy who turns out to be One of the People in the Galaxy That Things Just Keep Happening To. Bad luck, bound to happen sometimes. But then you decide that life debt extends to his wife knowing FULL WELL that Even More Things Just Keep Happening to HER, and then they go and have TWINS? That’s on you, bud.

Mara “I still do want revenge on Luke Skywalker yes definitely now hold that thought I need to go risk my life to save Leia and the twins” Jade. Mara you’re embarrassing yourself.

Actual conversation:

Leia: Thanks again for saving my life. Mara: Don’t thank me until after I’ve killed Luke which I still absolutely want to do. Leia: So uhhh why’d you do it? Mara: I’m just opposed to kidnapping. Leia: Were you kidnapped? Mara: I dOn’T wAnT tO tAlK aBoUt iT yes. Leia: ... Mara: YOU THINK THIS IS ABOUT MY TROUBLED PAST?? Leia: … Mara: BECAUSE IT’S NOT Leia: … Mara: Anyway here’s the information only I can provide that will turn the tide of the war. It’s free. Friends and family discount. Leia: Thanks. Mara: I’M STILL GOING TO KILL YOUR BROTHER Leia: That’s nice, dear.

MY KINGDOM FOR GHENT. His dad boss forgets to pick him up from AV Club so he spends two months wandering unrestricted through the capital building and then cracks Enigma because he’s bored

A TWELVE-DAY Character Bonding Hiking Trip??!? Zahn’s really outdone himself this time

WAIT THIS WHOLE TIME MARA DIDN’T KNOW LUKE AND VADER ARE RELATED?? Omigod that’s HILARIOUS. I mean, yeah, I guess it just never came up? And she didn’t watch the OT movies? That’s very funny to me for some reason. I definitely assumed she’d gotten that memo

Oh man it really feels like I should have seen that reveal coming and I absolutely did not. Gawd I love the 90s. Wowowowowowow. Chef’s kiss. I have so many questions about the Bespin janitorial system

“LUUKE” I’m dying

Admiral “It appears to be a trap.” Akbar

We interrupt your regularly scheduled Good vs. Evil Star Wars content to bring you “the two Evil factions getting in each other’s way vs the two Good factions getting in each other’s way until they all realize we’ve hit the end of the book and just start attacking everything indiscriminately”

The Climactic Battle Scene:

Luke: Fighting his clone! Han: Pew pew pew pew! Mara: Psychic defense! Psychic attack! Leia: Dual wielding blaster and lightsaber! Karrde: In the back, petting his doggos and talking on his phone I was legit worried about his safety in this book. But he's not dumb; he knows he doesn't have enough plot armor to take on the Big Bad. He is simply the best there is

Wedge / Aves is the rarepair I didn’t know I needed

RUKH!!

Oh thank God the doggos are okay

So as far as I can tell Thrawn made one mistake that wasn’t just bad luck and it was doing a shit job of getting Mara out of the way. The dude really should have had MORE of his enemies killed

Thesis statement: Aww Themb! <3

Now I just need to watch someone explain this series to Ep9-era Palpatine. Preferably in the style of Worthikids.

#star wars legends #the last command #thrawn #mara jade #chewbacca #i think I'm in too deep I think I've just got to read the entirety of legends now #strap in for my hot takes on jacen solo

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tangledinink · 1 year

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Chapter Eleven of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? is here!!! The gang's got a new lead, and the first step is to re-group and re-plan... which is a little difficult given their current, uh, whole situation. But they'll be fine, probably! Read it on ao3 or below the cut!

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After drafting and deleting seven different texts to the quote-unquote "Mad Dogz" group chat that did not even come close to summarizing the conversation she just had, April finally gave up, instead just texting, "where is everyone???? emergency huddle asap"

Not more than fifteen seconds after she sent that off, her phone started buzzing with a call from Raph. Y’know, she wasn't sure what she had expected.

"Are you okay? What's goin' on?" Raph demanded the second she picked up the call, and she had to bite back a breathless, shaky little laugh. She knew it wasn't nice, and that he was just wound up and worried, but she was still just buzzing from the conversation she had just had with Sunita. It wasn't him, she was just-- overwhelmed. In a good way?

"I'm fine! I'm fine. It's-- it's a good emergency, I swear. Where are you?"

"I just ducked outta class. I'm on the third floor. Where we meetin'?"

"Okay. Uh. Head towards the south stairwell, and I'll figure out where the others are and we'll go from there."

"Raph's got it! See ya soon."

April ended the call, heading off in the direction of their agreed rendezvous point with hurried steps, struggling to find an appropriate pace. She fought the urge to sprint through the halls, knowing that this was just going to bring unwanted attention her way... but every bit of her body was absolutely alight with energy. The exhaustion from earlier had melted away. Her entire circulatory system had all been replaced with adrenaline, and she was just shining, all lit up in every sense.

Things were gonna be okay. Things were gonna be okay. Things were gonna be okay.

Raph beat her to the stairwell, and April was thrilled because there was no way she could stand to sit around and wait for anything right now. The second the door to the stairwell was closed behind her, and they were away from any prying eyes, her carefully measured steps turned into an ecstatic bounce-and-hop motion, closing the small gap between the two of them with an excited squeak as she threw her arms around her brother and squeezed him as tight as she possibly could.

"Whoa," Raph blinked in surprise, shifting slightly to correct his footing and prevent his older sister from straight-up tripping over him. "Did somethin' happen?"

"YES!" April exclaimed. "Yes, yes, yes! It's-- it's a really long story and I really really wanna tell you absolutely everything right now but it's gonna be so much easier to wait until we have everyone even though it is killing me but it's-- it's good! Raph, I think everything is gonna work out!!!"

Her cheeks ached from grinning.

"It's not simple or anything, but I just-- I really, really, really think things might actually end up being okay."

His expression wasn't quite readable to her-- it was somewhere between excited and confused and hesitant, with stress and exhaustion coloring it all, but it was still the best expression she had seen on him in over two weeks and it made all the hair on her body stand up with goosebumps and just.

God.

She wanted her dumb extended family back together and happy again so so so bad.

"Wha--?! April, you can't just say that and then not explain nothin'--!" Raph protested, and April shook out her hands, flicking her wrists back and forth as if to shake away the excess energy.

"I know! I know, I promise I'll explain everything! We just gotta get the rest of the guys first! It's really complicated... did anyone else text back yet?"

"Uhhh..." Raph fished his phone out of his pocket, and his eyes immediately bugged out of his head. Oooh, that can't be good. April leaned over to see.

[ Mikey: principals office :p i can prbly sneak out tho

Donnie: I'm currently occupying Supply Closet 33C, located on the left side of the second floor of the East Wing. It is labeled as such on the school's blueprints.

Leo: lmao wtf y'all

Leo: im on the roof tho ]

"WHAT THE--!?"

"Oh my god," April groaned, burying her face in her hands.

"IT'S ONLY BEEN ONE DAY!!!"

"It's-- it's fine! We can go get 'em, it'll be fine!"

"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PLAN?! AND TEXTING IF ANYTHING HAPPENED?! HOW DID HE GET ON THE FREAKIN' ROOF!?--"

"RAPH!" April grabbed the other's shoulders, shaking him briefly. "Chill! It's fine. Okay? We'll kick their asses later. Let's just go collect them first and get out of here, okay? Way bigger fish to fry, remember?"

He groaned loudly, tilting his head back, biting his lip, all but sulking with his arms crossed over his chest. "... Fine."

Thank god. Raph may be a dumbass sometimes, but he was way more reasonable than he let on... usually. April sighed softly, offering a fist to bump.

"Come on. Team Big Sibling?"

"Yeah... okay. Team Big Sibling. Let's go bail those knuckleheads out."

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Raph watched the cup fall, but he still jumped and winced at the sound of ceramic shattering on the ground.

“Oops,” Leo said. Suddenly he didn’t want to be standing on the counter quite so bad anymore, and quickly scuttled his way back down.

“Leo!” Raph huffed in annoyance, immediately on his feet. “I told you you were gonna knock somethin’ over!”

“Yeah, but I wanted to--”

“Raph doesn’t wanna hear it! Go get a broom or somethin’ so we can clean it up before Dad sees!” Raphael insisted, all but shooing his brother away. Leo groaned loudly, rolling his eyes and scowling, but obeyed regardless, running off to go and retrieve the requested tool. Raph huffed, moving to begin cleaning up the evidence of the crime… this was one of Dad’s favorite mugs. Hopefully, he didn’t hear the shattering glass from the back garden with Mikey. Mikey was pretty loud. With any luck, this secret would die with them.

“... How do you do that?” April questioned after a moment, tilting her head to the side, leaning over the side of the couch as she observed the exchange from the living room.

Raph paused slightly, his brows furrowing. “Do what?”

“Get ‘em to listen to you like that.”

“Oh,” Raph said. “Well, they don’t always listen to me.”

“Yeah, but they do when you really want ‘em to.”

Raph frowned a little, considering this for a moment before shrugging. “Because I’m the biggest, I guess.”

April laughed, “Like you’ll beat them up if they don’t do what you say?”

“No!” Raph protested. “... Well, I mean, yeah, kinda. But also ‘cause I’m the big brother! They have to.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause. Dad said I’m in charge when he’s not here. I’m responsible, and all that other junk,” he explained proudly.

“Well, like, yeah, but why? Why do you gotta be the responsible one just ‘cause you were born first?”

“Uh… I dunno. I guess just ‘cause they’re littler and they don’t know as much stuff yet,” he said.

“But Donnie is really smart. He knows lots of stuff.”

“Well…”

“He wins at the trivia games every single time we play. And Scrabble!”

Raph hesitated a bit, shrugging a little as he picked up pieces of ceramic off the floor. “I guess there’s stuff that they know that I don’t. But I still gotta take care of ‘em and protect them and stuff. It’s just what big brothers do. It’s our job.”

“You can’t have a job,” April said with a snort. “You’re eight.”

“Yeah, but I want to,” he said. “... I like taking care of ‘em and stuff. I dunno. Maybe you just do that when you’re born first. Automatically. Like, just ‘cause they’re littler. And so you wanna keep them safe and make sure no one hurts them and nothing bad happens or anything.”

April narrowed her eyes slightly behind her glasses, and Raph looked slightly to the side.

“And I kinda like getting to tell them what to do sometimes!”

April laughed, and this time Raph joined her. “Well, sometimes they deserve it!” He insisted, tossing the mug pieces in the trash, taking care to drop them in such a way that they would fall down to the bottom and not be visible from the top. As biggest brother, he knew by now how to destroy evidence. He flopped back over onto the couch with April once he was done, jostling her slightly, leaning into her on purpose as he did so. She squealed in response, pushing him back, and the two shoved and pushed in between giggles for a moment before they finally settled in a heap across the cushions, sort of splayed out across one another and staring up at the ceiling.

April breathed in deep before giving a very soft sigh.

“I wish I was a big sister.”

Raph glanced over at the other, hesitating a moment before he spoke up again.

“You kinda are, though.”

She paused, moving to meet his eyes with a look of surprise.

“You think so?”

“Well. Yeah! I mean. We hang out all the time,” Raph said, shrugging. “And you come to our house after school. And we go to your house on the weekends. And you eat dinner with us sometimes, and we do sleepovers, and we have all our birthdays together… And they listen to you, too, when you want ‘em too. And you know how to talk with Donnie, and you keep an eye on Mikey, and you laugh at Leo’s jokes--”

“I’m not being nice! I really do think they’re funny!”

“-- so I think that basically counts, probably.”

April wrinkled her nose up with thought.

“Does that mean you’re not the biggest brother?”

“Wait, what!?” Raph floundered for a moment, rolling back over onto his stomach so he could face April properly. “No! Raph’s the biggest brother!” He couldn’t not be the biggest brother! He had always been the biggest brother! It was his job to look after his little brothers, to always protect them and take care of them and make sure they were safe. That was what Raph did! And he was good at it!

“But you can’t be the biggest if I’m your sister!” April argued. “I’m seven months older than you are!”

“Yeah but-- but that’s different!”

“Why? You just said I’m a big sister.”

“Yeah, but, I meant, like… like to everyone else!”

“So I’m not your sister?”

“No! I mean-- you are-- but--” Raph screwed up his face. “I still wanna be the big brother, April! You can’t just un-biggest me!”

April frowned, looking the other up and down, considering for a moment, before she finally sighed.

“Okay, fine. I guess we can probably both be the big siblings together, then. Deal?”

Raph sighed in relief, flopping down on the couch again and extending his hand.

“Deal.”

---

After assuring their little brothers that they were on their way, Raph and April had started on the journey towards the Principal's office to retrieve the littlest Hamato, taking care to dodge any hall monitors, faculty, or staff, and intensely plotting their rescue mission as they went.

"Alright, and you're sure that you can do a believable impression of Hugh Jackman?"

"Yeah, of course I can!" Raph blustered. "I mean... how hard can it be? It'll be over the phone anyway. You know stuff always sounds weird over the phone."

"Raph, come on! If we can't get the secretary to go look at her car's check engine light, this plan is never gonna get Mikey out of there!"

"Raph can do it! I swear! And if this doesn't work, we still have the backup plan--"

"No, we don't, remember? I only brought the strawberry chapstick today, my peach-flavored one is at home--"

"What are you guys talking about?" Mikey interrupted, poking his head from around the corner. April and Raph both jumped.

"MIKEY!" Raph yelped, struggling to keep his voice level. "We-- you-- what are you doin' here?! I thought you were in the principal's office!"

"Well yeah, I was, but then I left to come meet you guys!"

"How'd you get out!?" April questioned, and Mikey shrugged.

"Oh, it's easy. You just have to cry hard enough that the receptionist offers to go get you some water, and then you walk out," Mikey explained. "That's what I always do."

"What you always do?!" Raph spluttered. "What do you mean what you always-- what the heck happened, anyway?! Why were you in there in the first place? Are you okay? Did you-- what happened to your hand?!"

Raph wasn't meaning to, uhhh, spiral like this exactly, but they were all valid questions, he was pretty sure! He grabbed his little brother's wrist to examine his knuckles, which were somewhat bloodied, scabbed, and swollen.

"I'm fine!" Mikey whined in protest, trying to wriggle his way out of his brother's grip. "It's not a big deal--"

"Did you get into a fight?!"

"Well--"

"Mikey!"

"Calling it a fight might be a little generous,” Mikey muttered, rolling his eyes. “Honestly, Raph, I'm fine! I can take care of myself!" He insisted, squirming away, darting behind April as if to shield himself. Raph was feeling that eye twitch coming back on. ‘Not a big deal!?’ What did he mean, ‘not a big deal!?’ They had talked about this before!!! What if he got hurt!? And this kind of thing went on his permanent record, you know, didn't he understand that they weren't little kids anymore!? He could get into real trouble--

"Can't we talk about this later?" Mikey insisted, holding his hands up to plead, batting his eyes. "Leo and Donnie are still waiting! Remember?"

"Okay, look," April interrupted. "Mikey has a point. Let's get Leo and Donnie first, and then you guys can do your whole... whatever this thing that you’re doing is. Okay?"

Raph groaned, grinding his teeth, scrubbing at his face with his hands. Right. He still had two other little brothers he had to round up... and one of them was on the roof. Aw, man. He swore he could feel himself going gray...

"Fine. But this conversation is not over," he hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Where next?"

"Let's go grab Leo," April sighed. "Since he's probably freezing his butt off, and then we'll snag Donnie on our way back down and skip out of here. Sound good?"

"How did Leo get onto the roof?" Mikey questioned, already making his way towards the staircase, the other two following after.

"I. Don't. Know." Raph grit out as they made their way back into the stairwell, heading on up. He had never been up to the roof before-- could they even get up there? Surely they must be able to, given that Leo had gotten up there in the first place, right? He could only assume that the door had locked behind him. He wondered dimly how long he had been up there, wrinkling up his nose with worry. Leo got cold pretty easily... all of them did, actually, it ran in the family, and it wasn't exactly nice outside. Certainly not freezing or anything, but brisk. The last thing they needed was for him to get sick or something...

He picked up the pace, taking two steps at a time. Mikey kept up with ease, and April complained from behind them, lagging somewhat. Sorry, Apes! Little brother to rescue.

Like most buildings in NYC, their school was big and tall, so it was a little bit of a trek to get to the top of the staircase. Luckily, they had already started about halfway up, and, just as Raph had been hoping, the door did, in fact, open from the inside. Thank god. Raph made a mental note not to let that shut behind them and trap all of them up here.

"Leo!" He called, looking around frantically. He had to be up here, right? They only had one roof? He was almost certain-- wait, what if there was a second roof he didn't know about?! And they were on the wrong roof?!

"Hey, big brother." Leo's voice was a lazy drawl, and he peered from behind the door, where he had been posted up against the wall, just out of sight once the door had swung open. "Took you guys long enough."

Oh good. He was here. He was okay.

This was ideal because this way Raph could throttle him.

"Leo!" He exclaimed, turning to face him properly. "What are you doin' on the roof?! How long have you been up here!?"

"Uhhh..." Leo had the audacity to check his watch. "I dunno. Like. Four hours?"

"FOUR HOURS?! Leo, it's freezin' up here!"

"It's n-not that b-bad," Leo insisted, giving a wave. "It's, like... peaceful or whatever. I took a n-nap."

"You took a--?! How did you even get up here!? Why didn't you text somebody!?"

"Uhhh..." Leo pursed his lips, tilting his head back, staring up at the sky. He rolled his shoulders, humming softly, shuffling his feet a bit. "... I dunno!"

"You don't--? How can you not--?!"

Raph caught his tongue. He took a long, deep breath, and then sighed in an exhale. He shucked off his flannel so that he could wrap it around his younger brother instead, adding it over top of his hoodie and pulling him inside before he could protest-- dragging him into the building where it was safe and warm, closing the door firmly behind them.

Leo could act and put on airs all he wanted, but it was obvious just from looking at him that he was cold. Raphael wasn't that dumb. He didn't consider himself to be smart, exactly, but he wasn't dumb, either. 'Least not about this stuff.

“Raph, I’m fine, I don’t need--”

"Raph doesn’t wanna hear it. Keep the flannel on, you’re freezing. Come on. Let's go get Donnie."

---

Raph held the dustpan while Leo swept, repeatedly shifting his position to catch any remnants of broken ceramics that were left behind.

“Is that all of it?” Leo questioned, leaning over to see, and Raph gave an affirmative nod, getting to his feet and moving to dump the last of the evidence in the garbage can.

“Yep! All set!” Raph affirmed, giving his younger brother a thumbs up. “No one’ll suspect a thing!”

Leo didn’t look so sure. “Yeah, but won’t Dad notice that the mug is missing?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it!” Raph assured, slinging an arm around the other’s shoulder. “We’ll just come up with a cover story. Like. Uhhh. We’ll say someone broke in and stole it or something! Or… well. Raph’ll come up with a plan! Dad’ll never know,” he insisted. He’d have to work on that later. He really wasn’t very good at that kind of thing, and he had no idea what he’d say, but he’d figure it out. He always did! Leo laughed a little bit, wrinkling up his nose with amusement.

“Are you sure?”

“Course I’m sure!” Raph declared, puffing out his chest a bit. “Don’t worry. Raph has got your back. Even when you’re bein’ stupid.”

---

It wasn't that Casey didn't understand that the grand mission that her Clan had in the wings demanded sacrifice. She was well aware, and furthermore, perfectly willing to make those sacrifices. She had already made many over the course of her life, and she didn't regret a thing. Her former life, her education, former hobbies... none of that mattered even half as much as the path she was on now. She understood sacrifice. She was willing to sacrifice.

But dammit, did she always have to be on lookout duty!?

Casey grumbled softly to herself, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She could only sit in one position on this dumb rooftop for so long before her legs started to go to sleep. She had been tempted for over an hour now to take a quick lap around the block, but she didn't dare leave her post. She was tasked with watching the Hamato household-- so watch the Hamato household she would.

She had been doing this for days now, though it felt like longer, sharing shifts with other recruits of the Foot Clan. Though, of course, now that Jocelyn had been promoted to a full member of the Foot Clan, she would no longer be subject to such menial tasks. Cassandra had nearly broken a tooth this morning when she took over the other’s post-- the last one Jocelyn would ever have to endure-- biting out a strained congratulations to the other through a clenched jaw. Spoiled, stupid, undeserving, bratty little--

Casey was just on the brink of a total temper tantrum when she paused, a sudden realization smacking her in the face. Wait.

Where was the big red one?

She paused, glancing at her watch and back up at the apartment several times, straining to peer through the various windows. It was noon. Cassandra hadn't been doing this for that long, but when you sit and watch the same family for days and days on end, you pick up on their habits and routines pretty quickly. And every single day since she had started watching them, without fail, the biggest Hamato would emerge from his room, head to the kitchen, retrieve a protein shake from the fridge, and go up the stairs to the third floor. She couldn't see from the windows exactly where he was going, but it was like absolute clockwork. She suspected that he must have an alarm set with how consistent this was-- him fetching a drink and bringing it to, she could only assume, one of the other members of the household.

But it was twelve-oh-five. And there was no sign of him.

A sinking feeling thudded through her gut. Now that she was thinking about it, she hadn't seen any of them the entire watch. Not even once. The woman she had seen several times, working on her laptop in the living room and occasionally puttering around the apartment, but... No Hamatos.

None at all.

Spluttering a bit, Casey reeled, jumping up to her feet. They weren't here!? But she had watched the entire time! She hadn't taken her eyes off the building-- she had been so vigilant! Did they know the Foot was watching them!? Did they sneak out somehow--

She set her jaws, hackles rising as she reached yet another epiphany. A strangled shriek of frustration escaped her.

Jocelyn.

Oh, she knew she wasn't taking this lookout thing seriously! Casey had wasted the past three hours of her life watching a building that didn't even have the targets in it--!!! Swearing loudly, she wrestled her phone from her bag, nearly dropping it in her haste.

"Hello--? Sir Baron Draxum? This is the Hamato Lookout team reporting--"

---

Leo had asked Donnie what he was doing in a supply closet. Donnie had, in response, asked what Leo was doing on the roof, effectively eliminating any further questions, though April was certain that all three of her younger brothers would be answering to Raph later. But not right now. There were way bigger priorities right now. Luckily, the upside to attending an absolutely massive school in the middle of NYC was that there were a ton of kids, the building was huge, and it was actually quite easy to just walk off campus. Only three blocks away from their high school was a local skate park: a popular destination for the group, so much so that it sported multiple murals and tags from Mikey, and almost sure to be sparsely populated at this time of day. Meaning it was quiet enough for April to finally recount her recent conversation with Sunita, through excited, frenzied whispers, stumbling over her own words as she attempted to explain.

"So Sunita is a... slime monster?" Mikey questioned, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"Well-- kind of. She's a 'yokai,' I guess? But she has this magic thing called a Cloaking Brooch that lets her disguise herself as a human."

"Whoa!" Mikey gasped. "They have that?! So mystic people can just... look like humans?"

"Fascinating," Donnie remarked, tapping out a few notes on his phone. "Imagine how many citizens of New York could actually be yokai in disguise..."

"I wonder how many other kids at our school have secretly been, like, mystic creatures this whole time, and we don't even know it!" Mikey awed.

"Well, I guess cloaking-brooch-crystal-things are, like, really rare, or something? And, like, crazy valuable," April explained. "It's kind of hard to get a hold of them, Sunita said. I mean. She also said some yokai can just do it on their own without any crystal magic or whatever, but if you can't, then you need a crystal, and they're hard to get. Sunita said her’s is a family heirloom, but they've only got one, and she gets it right now so she can go to school."

"What, they don't have yokai schools in the Hidden City?" Raph questioned.

"Uh. Kinda," April said, leaning back against the skate ramp they were huddled behind. "I guess it's kind of... uh... a little chaotic over there. I mean. I dunno. I guess the police don't do a lot, and also the city is basically under the control of a super-powerful crime boss? And she basically runs everything. And also bloodsport is, like, super a thing that they just do, and that's fine, so like, there's not really a lot of 'law' or 'order' or whatever? So if you have a chance to send your kid to the surface instead, it's sorta a no-brainer."

"Okay, but, like, how is that that different from New York..."

"I'm serious, Leo!" April insisted. "And it's, like, super against the rules to tell anyone who's not in the know about the Hidden City or yokai or anything, so we can't tell anyone that Sunita told us or her whole family could be in danger! This is a take-it-to-your-grave kind of secret, okay!?"

"Okay, okay," Leo said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I get it. Seriously. No jokes or quips, even. It's a secret. We won't tell a soul, April. I promise."

April sighed in relief, tilting her head back slightly. She totally owed Sunita a pizza night or something after this...

"Okay... so… that's where Dad is? How do you know?"

April took a long, deep breath. "Okay, so, you know how I said that there's a super powerful crime boss? And that bloodsport is a thing?"

---

Weirdly enough, the cool concrete floor below him felt really good on his back right now. But maybe that was just because he was sore. Or because he was exhausted. Probably both. And though his previous stint in the Battle Nexus involved him flip-flopping back and forth between Luxury Boxes and cell blocks, Yoshi had a sneaking suspicion that it would be in his best interest to get used to his current dungeon-esque accommodations, at least for the foreseeable future. He doubted he would be being invited to any red-carpet events or dinner parties by his employer any time soon. He wasn't sure if he was upset about this or not. He didn't think he had the energy to socialize, let alone with Big Mama or any of her various acquaintances or cohorts.

But it was far too quiet down here, all by himself, with only the echoing rumbles and cries of the Battle Nexus in the distance for company. He relished what little time he had outside of the ring, certainly, but… Though his body was crying for it, he found it difficult to sleep. His mind was too often occupied, mostly with thoughts of his children. Wondering how they were doing. Wondering if they were still looking, or if the police had already closed the case and assumed him dead-- again.

How long had it been now? It was somewhat difficult to keep track of the exact passage of time down here, and he had to think on it for a moment before he came to the conclusion.

Eleven days, he believed it had been. Eleven days since he had last seen his children. He sighed softly through his nose, allowing his eyes to slide shut, to give himself a break from staring at the stone ceiling and take some time examining the backs of his eyelids instead.

This was the longest he had ever been away from them in all their lives.

"The next-door neighbor's daughter is very good friends with the boys, so you can call or text them if you have any questions and can't get in touch with me, but I will have my phone on me if anything happens..."

"Right--"

"Their child, April, comes over often, and they like to play in the basement with her. Just keep the door open so you can hear any screaming."

"Okay, got it--"

"And these are all the emergency numbers. This is their doctor, this is Donatello's counselor, this one is Mikey's… this is the school, this is the director's number, my agent, my lawyer, the hotel I will be staying at..."

"Right, I--"

"And this is their schedule. It is very important that you stick to it! Especially this week. Purple will get very upset if things change too much, so make sure they are able to get to all of their activities. Orange has ballet on Tuesdays and Thursdays and art classes on Mondays. He and the twins also have gymnastics on Fridays. They all do martial arts together during the weekends. Oh, and Red just started clarinet lessons, so make sure he is practicing!"

"Okay, I'll--"

"And do not let them convince you that they are allowed onto the roof! They are not! And do not let Donatello take the toaster into his room, under any circumstances! And--"

"Mr. Hamato!"

Yoshi paused in his long-winded explanation, blinking widely at the flustered-looking babysitter, whose face was pink.

"Sorry! Sorry, I don't mean to, uh, interrupt, but..." She offered him a somewhat nervous smile. "I promise I've reviewed all the paperwork you sent. I've got their schedules saved, all the numbers are already in my phone, and I reached out to Adam to introduce myself and coordinate everything for the week already," she assured, referring to the young man Yoshi had hired years ago to help taxi his children about the city and get them to all their various after-school activities. Yoshi swore, every other month, one of them would try something new on a whim (usually a sport of some kind,) only to discover yet another innate aptitude and then beg to start taking classes. Adam was something of a cross between a chauffeur and a babysitter, helping to cart kids to and from various lessons and clubs when Yoshi couldn't do it himself. Yoshi would have happily hired him to babysit for the coming week, but unfortunately his college classes kept him too busy for such a commitment. Likewise, he would have liked to leave them in the O'Neil's care, but with both parents working full-time, they had concluded that the Hamato childrens’ demanding schedule would leave them a bit out of their depth.

And so he had hired Emily.

It was not the first time he had hired Emily. Emily had babysat for him in the past whenever he needed someone to watch some or all of the boys. But never for more than a day. Never overnight. Certainly not for a full week.

"Right. Of course," Yoshi laughed nervously, pinching the bridge of his nose slightly. "My apologies. A week is just… a long time."

"I know. But we'll call every evening!"

"Yes, yes," he sighed a bit. "... Right. You are perfectly capable! I'm sure you will be fine!" He said, his voice a bit clipped. "And if you have any questions, you can call! I will have my cell phone on me!"

"Of course!" She assured with a gentle smile, beginning to gather up and organize all the various papers and forms Yoshi had provided her, making one last final review before he took his leave. Yoshi sighed deeply, glancing down at his watch. He could only afford to drag his feet for so much longer before he missed his flight. Emily politely kept herself busy and pretended not to notice him reorganizing his suitcase four different times before he finally zipped it up for good, leaving it by the front door.

"Boys!" He called. In a similar fashion to him pretending not to be stalling his inevitable exit, they pretended like they had not been hiding in just the next room, trying to eavesdrop on the two adults. They were all gathered up at his feet in a snap, with Mikey leading the charge and Donnie lagging behind, and Yoshi kneeled down to meet them.

"Alright, my sons. I will talk to you all on the phone later tonight. Be good for Emily while I am gone, understand? I have already told her she is allowed to sell you to the zoo if you are not good listeners, so best behavior!"

This got a giggle out of at least half of them, so he'd count that as a win. Mikey wrapped his arms around Yoshi's neck, tugging at him slightly and pulling himself up so he could climb on him, clinging to his neck. Yoshi thought to himself that he was starting to get too big to keep using him as a jungle gym, but… there was still time. He wasn’t too big yet. At least not today.

"Where are you going again, Daddy?"

"To California."

"How far away is that?"

"Hmmm," Yoshi pretended to think. "Well. It is farther than New Jersey. But it is closer than Japan."

"Do we get to watch your new movie when you get home?" Leo demanded, leaning on his father's knee. "I wanna show everyone at school! Justin didn't believe me when I said you were gonna go make a movie!"

"It will take a little longer than that, Blue," he laughed. "But we can all watch together when they are finished making it. In the meantime, make them watch The Rabbit Bodyguard. I was very cool in that one." This new job wasn't actually a very large role-- there was no way he could film in only a week otherwise-- but he felt no need to explain that to Leonardo, who was absolutely beaming, giving a nod of affirmation.

"Are you sure it's gonna be a whole week?" Raph fret, his mouth curved into a frown.

"Yes, Red, I am sure. But you boys will be so busy with Emily you will not even notice I'm gone!"

"Yeah we will," Raph muttered, crossing his arms.

"Oh, but you boys have so many activities!" He declared dramatically, before leaning into Raph, almost conspiring, to stage-whisper to him. "I did not want to say it in front of Emily, but I think she may need your help, Raphael. She is not used to how busy you boys all are. Or dealing with your little akuma-chan brothers! You may have to help make sure everything goes smoothly while I am gone."

"Hey!" Leo protested.

Raphael glanced over at Emily from across the living room, where she was still organizing papers in the kitchen, before turning back to Yoshi and giving a firm nod. Mission accepted. Phew. Yoshi knew he would be far less anxious over the coming week if he was instead focused on time management and keeping his brothers in line.

"Why can't we come with you?" Leo questioned, sulking slightly. "I wanna go to Hollywood!"

"Akuma-chan children are not allowed in the state of California. It is against federal law," he replied easily.

"That's not true!" Leo protested.

"It is. Only the best-behaved children are allowed to go to California. You have to submit an application. With referrals from teachers and babysitters saying you should get to go in," he explained confidently. "Perhaps if you boys are very good, then we can take a trip there someday..."

"And see Hollywood?"

"Yes, and see Hollywood."

"And sea lions?!" Mikey squealed.

"Yes, sea lions as well."

"Okay!" The two agreed, and Yoshi smiled a tiny bit to himself. They were getting older now, and he doubted that Leo actually believed the story he was weaving, though Mikey might. But Yoshi would be hard-pressed to find any joke, game, or bit that Leo wasn't willing to play along with.

He gave Raph a tight hug, assuring his oldest that he trusted him to keep an eye on the family in his absence, that Emily would take good care of them, and that he would be home soon. He scooped up Leo next, agreeing to all his demands for souvenirs, and promising that he would, in fact, call every day. He squeezed Mikey close, and confirmed that yes, Emily did know how to make all the foods they liked, and she would play with them and give hugs, and that Daddy would come back home as soon as he could, for sure, he promised.

Donatello was last, still lingering to the side even after his brothers had all turned their attention to Emily instead, staring down at his feet.

"Purple," Yoshi bade softly. Donnie grunted in response.

"I will be coming back home on the 11th. My flight is at 4:15 PM in California time. It's flight 983. And today's flight is 212. You and your brothers can track it on the computer if you want."

Donnie nodded a tiny bit, not yet looking up.

"I will call you all every night at bedtime. And you can always ask Emily to call me if you need me. Even if I don't pick up right away, I will call you back."

Donnie hummed quietly, shuffling his feet.

"And Emily is going to take very good care of you boys. You like Emily, don’t you? She has watched you before. And I know you like it when she performs the musical parts of movies with you. And she lets you ask her questions about her architecture degree. And she knows how to do you boys' hair better than I do," he smiled softly. "So you will even get to have special things this week."

Donnie wrinkled up his nose, swaying back and forth for a bit before he finally signed.

'Stay.'

Yoshi sighed.

"I can't stay, Donnie. I have to go to work. Just like April’s parents have to go to work. But I will come back. I promise. It will only be a week, and then I will be back, okay?" He hummed softly, leaning in close. "But I know you will be okay while I'm gone. You and your brothers are going to take care of each other. And April and her parents will help take care of you, too. You will still see her all this week and get to play with her. And you will still get to go to school, and to see Mossy, and to go to robotics club and gymnastics and all the other things you like. Even if I'm not here, you and your brothers will be okay. I am sure of it."

Donnie sniffled a bit, screwing up his face for a moment before he finally moved, all but bodily walking into his father, burying his face against his chest and curling up against him. Yoshi wrapped his arms around him tight, giving him a squeeze.

"Promise you'll come back?" He whispered.

"Of course I will," Yoshi whispered in reply. "I promise I will come back."

---

"I never get to use my algorithms..." Donnie sighed very softly, looking longingly at the spreadsheet on his phone as they trudged through the alleys of the city. And after Mikey had gotten all this data for him, too...

"Donnie. This is a good thing," Leo said, raising a brow and giving his brother a look. "Finding Dad was our goal, remember?"

"Yeah. I know," Donnie sighed, slumping a tiny bit. "But must science always be on the backburner?!"

"Aw, cheer up, Dee!" Mikey chirped, nudging his brother gently with an elbow as he trotted along. "I'm sure you can come up with some sort of mystic-scanning machine to put in your goggles or whatever after we get Dad back!"

"Yes, yes, I will add it to my itinerary," he sighed, rolling his shoulders slightly as they marched. "How much farther do we have to go to find this hidden doorway anyway, April? I thought you said it was close."

"Chill. We're almost there. Uh. I think," April said.

"You think?"

“Look, I've never located a secret mystic doorway before, okay?" She huffed, scowling at her younger brother. "Sunita’s directions were clear in theory, but in practice, it's a little more complicated! If you wanna take a turn leading, then be my guest...!"

"Don't worry! I'm sure we'll find it!" Mikey encouraged, bounding over to match April's pace and fall into stride next to her, a bright grin lighting up his face. He had practically been bouncing around like a kangaroo ever since they left the skatepark, overflowing with hopeful excitement. "There's no way anything can stop us now when we're this close to getting Pops back!"

"Right... and what's our plan again, when we do find this supposed secret doorway?" Donnie questioned, arching a brow.

"Ninja in, kick some yokai butt, rescue Dad, and ninja out," Leo supplied with a shrug. "Simple!"

"Exactly!" Raph agreed. "We know where Dad is-- so we go get him! He needs us! You guys just be careful and let Raph do all the smashing, and we'll be fine."

"Right..." Donnie mumbled, rolling his eyes a bit. Note to self: do not join any action squads with his brothers in the future. Risk of serious injury or untimely death: high. “In any case, we should still, at the very least, come up with some contingencies should we get separated or anything else go awry. We’re heading into unknown and supposedly magical territory, most likely populated with a bunch of yokai creatures, apparently half of which are criminals, so who knows what we may run into. So it may be wise to all be in agreement as to what we’re doing should anything happen--”

“That would be wise,” agreed a voice from behind the group-- far too deep and foreign to be any of his siblings. Donnie froze, a chill latching onto his spine, and he felt his family do the same before collectively turning to face the stranger.

“I knew you would have to come out of that apartment eventually,” the yokai observed, tilting their chin to look down at them through the glassy screen of their horned helmet-- eyes slitted, mouth fanged, their hair long and magenta, tall and familiar and terrifying. Donnie tensed.

“I’ve been hoping to get a chance to speak with you four.”

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extreme-unorthodox-cuddles · 6 months

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HEY YOU!

YEAH YOU I'M TALKING TO YO-

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What terms and conditions? Seriously who wrote this?

Hey you've been quiet for quite a while now are you o- oh they're gone.

This was a stupid idea why did I agree to this

#dedication to the bit is adding ®️™️ after every instance of a word #anyway have an infomercial about tummies #why did i spend time on this #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #sfw vore #vore writing #vore shitpost

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jongseongsnudes · 1 year

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sixteen.

warning: 🥺 1.1k words.

masterlist.

“next stop, enha mall. next stop, enha mall.”

“can you at least tell me why we’re going to the mall... together?”

silence. again.

the team captain hadn’t spoken a word to you the entire day, not after your conversation this morning. you’d catch him staring at you a few times throughout the day but never did he speak to you. not even after getting onto the bus after school together.

“i swear to god niki, i will just get off-”

“you already agreed to come,” he finally finally turns to you, his voice though soft has a hint of annoyance in them, “just be patient. i’ll tell you later.”

you could only sigh but listen anyway.

a million things run through your mind, a million different reasons why he would want to take you to the mall. and so out of the blue. and your questions are still unanswered, even when you’re led towards a cute stationery store, your personal favourite, inside the mall ten minutes later.

“okay,” he looks hesitant, nervous, as he turns to look down at you while standing in front of the store, “i like someone.”

“oh.”

yes, oh. this was the last thing you expected him to say, to tell you that he liked someone else. something inside of you immediately deflates to the confession, like a balloon that had just been popped. you fight hard to keep a dejected expression from dawning your face, instead displaying your usual expression at the boy.

“i mean that’s great niki but...” you pause to gather your feelings, hoping he wouldn’t hear your tone, “but why are you telling me this?”

“well if you would’ve let me finished explaining, you would know,” he rolls his eyes rather dramatically, “i want to buy her a gift but i don’t know what to get. so help me.”

pang. straight to the heart.

“you took me all the way to the mall for this? why didn’t you ask those cheerleader senior friends of yours or anyone else! you’re unbelievable!”

“why are you so angry!”

yeah.

why were you so angry? why were you suddenly screaming at him? it wasn’t even that big of a deal right?

it’s not like there was anything between you and him anyway, right?

“well- well quick then. i’ll help you pick something so we can get out of here,” you enter the store without waiting for his response and let out the one breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“thanks miss class president.”

pang. straight to the heart, again.

he follows you like a lost puppy, trailing closely behind you as you looked through some adorable pouches, stationery and so forth. you can feel his eyes on you the entire time, the intensity of his stare feels different today. like he’s trying to read you, to know every thought inside your head.

and thank the heavens that he can’t because all of your thoughts were of him.

“so nishimura... what colour does she like?”

“uhhh i don’t know but her pencil case is full of colours so i assume every colour?”

sigh, your pencil case was like that too.

“okay...” you say while picking out a few small things, “does she like anything in particular from here?”

“i don’t know-”

“then what do you know!” you turn around abruptly, only to have the team captain walk right into you, almost knocking you over. but of course with his athletic reflexes, the boy quickly reaches out to hug your waist, keeping you up against him. you were now so close to him, your face practically right beneath his.

this is proving way too much for your poor heart could handle with the way it was pounding inside your chest.

“can you be careful? it’s like i have to save you at least a hundred times every day!” the boy’s tone causes a few other customers to peek your way but it’s not like they weren’t looking at the handsome boy already anyway.

“well no one told you to save me! you could’ve just let me fallen down!”

you push against his chest when the boy doesn’t respond to you, hoping to get away from him as soon as possible. your poor heart might just explode if you didn’t at this point.

“whatever,” you straighten out the ends of your skirt and continue gawking over the displays, “but how can you not know anything about the person you like, nishimura. i’m sure it’s one of those cheer leader senior friends of yours right? so are you sure she’ll even like things from these stores? should we go to another store-”

“why do you always assume it’s one of them! it’s not them!” the boy suddenly steps closer to you as he says so, almost cornering you in against the display shelf, his body slightly pressing onto yours, “just pick something! anything. just pick things you like and we can go.”

not wanting to argue any further, you do as told, picking out a few random things you found absolutely adorable and hand them to the boy.

while you wait for him to pay, you can’t help but feel even more deflated than before. not only did niki nishimura have a crush on some mysterious girl but now he was gifting her things that you had chosen.

how great.

“thanks miss class president, for real,” the boy dangles the cute, purple bag with the biggest grin on his face, “i’m sure she’ll love it.”

“i hope so.”

“i know so.”

“whatever can i go now?” you rush to speak, wanting nothing more than to go home and jump into your heaven of pillows and not cry.

“do you want a drink? i’ll grab you one as a thank-”

“no it’s fine i have plans anyway. okay bye!”

you have never turned and walked away so fast in your life but you had to get away from the boy.

sigh.

yawn.

8am.

you look down at your phone, surprised that you even made it to school on time despite not getting much sleep last night.

after getting home from the mall trip with niki, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. after everything that happened in the past few weeks with him, all the interactions, all the unexplainable moments... you thought that maybe there was something more.

until he confessed that he liked someone else. of course he would. how could he ever like you.

sigh.

you immediately pause once you enter the classroom, your mind unable to process the scene before you.

there, stood niki in front of your best friend’s desk while she sat in her seat.

and in her lap, the very same cute, purple bag from yesterday.

and pang. straight to your heart for the final time.

end.

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nyxronomicon · 12 days

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Hiya @///@

Can I get uhhh weed please, Gelato

Halsin, Ogata, inkarmat, laezel

part of my 420 event

ngl this blunt rotation would be incredible lmao

Ogata x GN!reader, Inkarmat x GN!reader (separately)

OGATA??? bro either needs weed to survive or cannot ever touch it ever there's no in between. anyway i love your brain for this lmao... but also Inkarmat would be awesome to smoke weed with ugh i love her. excellent taste lol

p.s. I have a few other bg3 requests so i'm gonna compile them all together in another post 💚

🔞 mature content. MINORS DNI. 🔞

cw: kissing, dub-con (all characters are high), drugs (weed)

Ogata looked at his calloused hands, wiggling his fingers to test his reflexes. Of course, the motion didn't really mean anything, especially with you giggling at the sight in front of you.

"I think I'm faster than usual." He grinned. "Look." His attention was on you now, wiggling his fingers so you could see.

"You're just..." You tried to stifle a laugh, but were unsuccessful. He pouted at your reaction. "That's not your reflexes."

"Well what is then?" He frowned. "I swear I'm a new man right now."

"Dunno," you shrugged, mind too hazy to explain why wiggling your fingers has nothing to do with your reflexes.

Ogata became lost in thought for a few minutes as you both watched the fire pit in front of you. It was warm. You felt good, the weed giving you the perfect buzz in the brisk night air, though the fire was dying down a little.

"Should we-" Your words were interrupted by a sudden shuffle from your companion.

In one smooth motion, Ogata had you pinned on the ground beneath him, a flush on his cheeks as he looked into your eyes. "See?" His breath hitched a little, clearly his mind caught up with his actions a little too late. "Uh, my reflexes..." He trailed off.

"I'm... not sure that counts," you giggled. Your thoughts were taking a minute to catch up too, though you knew with certainty that you wanted him to stay this close.

"I am." He suddenly kissed you, once again catching you by surprise. His warmth was welcome with the dying fire, and you gripped the lapel of his jacket to keep him close as the the two of you kissed into the night.

You and Inkarmat giggled at the fox jaw fell from her head to the ground. "Another success." She had a playful lilt to her voice. "You must be lucky." The two of you had been asking silly meaningless questions for a while now as the weed kicked in.

"The universe just wants what's best for me." You wore a smug grin as the world around you blurred.

"I have a question." Inkarmat put the jaw on her head again. "My secret, though." She winked.

You pouted, wondering what the question was as she tilted her head and the jaw fell to the ground once more. It landed on what you recognized as success and she giggled.

"What'd you ask?" You couldn't wait to hear.

Instead of an answer, she curled her finger to beckon you closer. You leaned in, eyes wide with a grin. She smelled incredible, the faint scent of incense and firewood clinging to her clothes. He smile was gorgeous, your eyes lingering on the shine of her lips as she closed the distance.

You weren't expecting a kiss. Not that it was unwelcome. In fact, you couldn't deny how incredibly perfect it felt as her hands skated up your arms, pulling you closer by the back of your neck as she deepened the kiss.

You moaned, a little embarrassed she had such an effect on you. She started to giggle again, pulling away but staying close enough that you could feel her breath on your skin.

"Not a question. Just a bit of courage." She winked, tugging you in for another kiss. She wasn't even close to being done with you yet.

#ogata x reader #inkarmat x reader #golden kamuy x reader #inkarmat #ogata hyakunosuke #golden kamuy #x reader

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6yuns · 1 year

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*brokes your window* YOU NEED A SMUT REQUEST ? IM HERE ( btw im rn talking about mayoi nsfw hcs with my friend )

HOW DO I REQUEST help UHHH can you do ( amab ) reader fucking mayoi in a place that there's other people ? how do i explain it .

LIKE a mayoi nsfw hc IS that he cant control his volume when hes overstimulated ( me and my friend has hc that mayoi gets overstimulated with 2 rounds . )

and reader just dont cares about mayois volume . reader is jealous bcuz . yeah . reader WANTS to make scream his name ( nahhh reader name is just the name of who's reading )

ignore my shitty english idk how to request smut 😢

TITLE ; scream my name !

characters : mayoi ayase x male reader

warnings/info ; smut, overstimulation , jealous sex, dom reader, Dacryphilia, Public sex, exhibitionism, mentions of cheaating, Degradation, fem tatsumi( this is probably written badly because im doing everything but sticking to one song )

notes ; listen to baby don't stop by nct. now!!! wait imagine if your name is john. LMFAOO, most likely written badly because I lost motivation in between this

mayoi wasn't expecting to get shoved into a bathroom stall and get fucked. Maybe this was luck?

"ahh... w-wait! I can't, Fuck- Let me! let me cover my mouth please! Ah!" he begged, and begged. and begged, "I want them to hear you. loud and clear, mayoi." You said, speeding your thrusts.. like, by alot. biting onto his neck, he moaned " gonna cum gonna cum gonna cuumm..! " he sobbed as he came. He hasn't once screamed your name. It was all begs and moans, and that ticked you off. You wanted him to SCREAM your name. no more whispers, no more whines. screaming, begging for more. For everyone to hear it. especially tatsumi. " please! yn.. Yn! its too much! " mayoi cried out as you sucked a hickey onto his shoulder. A loud moan of your name came from mayoi as he came all over the stall door, " Yn! fuck.. i- I can't take it anymore! too much... please!. " that was good. One step closer to your goal. He was fighting to suppress his moans. It was funny!

Mayoi was gonna get louder. and louder. and louder. you stopped your thrusts momentarily " I'm gonna let go of your hands, put them on the door and don't move, Okay?" to mayoi. you let go, and he put his hands on the wall. placing your hands on his hips and Moving again. but faster. That sprouted a line of whimpers and moans from mayoi, and a loud yelp of your name and it was too much. " your such a whore... You knew i was gonna get jealous of tatsumi.. why do you hang around her?.. ah fuuck...." you groaned out as you came into mayoi, fucking your cum deep into him. moving a hand to mayois face, you grabbed it and turned it to you. it looked beautiful! Tears, drool, maybe even snot. you looked at him with a smile. "t-too much. I can't cum again.. please!" mayoi whined, but it was futile. You shook your head and let go of his face, placing your hand back onto his hip, Giving his ass a slap. mayoi cried out again. "I'm sorry! I- ah! " You interrupted him with another slap. Not wanting to hear him explain, "I understand she's your unit mate.. but you spend too much time with her, Does she fuck you like I do? does she fuck your face like I do?" mayoi shook his head, whining at how you wouldn't move. he sounded like a bitch in heat, You laughed and continued to fuck him.

"you really just want something inside of you, don't you?. Your so dirty~ " you said as you sped up your thrusts, mayois whines also got louder, still.. none of your name. "cmon... stop being stubborn, Scream. my. name" you said, pairing your last words with hard thrusts and then stopping your hips completely. "I'm sorry... please! I won't do anything with her I swear! f-fuck!" mayoi said, he couldn't think. It was way too much, but he needed more. He wanted more " yn! Yn! Please... g-give me more! wanna... Wanna cum again! " mayoi begged, and all you could do was listen. just hearing him so desperate and tired, just wanting to be fucked and heard.

but what he didn't know was that tatsumi was.. Standing somewhere in this very bathroom. possibly even recording it!

slowly continuing your thrusting, finally speeding up. and mayoi continued to cry. "gonna... cum again, please..!" he groaned out. everything was just too much for him. you stopped your thrusts before he could cum "come on, Scream my name for her to hear. then I'll let you cum" mayois brain didn't register most of it, he just wanted to cum. "Yn! y-yn! please.. gotta cum again- i- please!" his begs were so beautiful, there was no way you could deny him. he looked so messy, So pretty. finally, you got what you wanted. and you'd give back what he wanted. moving your hips, thrusting inside of him slowly. and he came.. untouched. " ah.. I bet that felt so good. right?. such a good puppy. for me and only me. no?" mayois legs shook as more tears and drool ran down his face." I'm yours... fuck.. I can't take anymore- I'm gonna die" his complaints were amusing, you laughed at his Trembling form.

" you look so pathetic. mayoi, I want you to do this more.. just to fuck the whore out of you" all mayoi could do was agree and moan. you fucked him so well. "shit.. im gonna cum." you warned. Not really giving him any time to react before you released a stream of curses and maybe even some whimpers. cum flowed into mayoi at a rapid pace, some even dripped out of his hole and onto the floor. you pulled out of him and tucked yourself back into your pants, and then watched mayoi try to steady himself and eventually fail to fix his appearance. mayoi held on to the door as you pulled up his pants and gave him a light pat on his ass. Eventually leaving the stall together, and spotting tatsumi. um, by the entrance of the bathroom, you glared at her and walked away, not even waiting for mayoi. " i-im sorry. about h-him tatsumi! agh..." he whined, running after you. well, trying to.

after you both made it to the car, you both sat there. mayoi looked absolutely embarrassed and you looked, quite proud.

I pulled the ending from my ass btw

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars fanfic #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x male reader #enstars smut #mayoi ayase #mayoi ayase smut #mayoi enstars

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fan-fucking-tasty · 1 month

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squrrls just gave me a great idea i dont need to ask for permission to choose dare

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

uhh ok character i hate(fuck i dont really- oh wait hail):

- cool hair

- smoke is pretty cool

- ummmmmmmmmm teeth?

heart: i want to love and be loved and fill the world as if it is a glass of water, overflowing with care and love

mind: HEAVY ANXIETY OVER TEN THINGS

ok um idk if CKs art can count but uhhh in case it doesnt (co-creator issues)

reason: its just so cool, its so pretty, it captures the moment so perfectly

uhoh person wisdom-

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont really have anythin like that sorry:(

oh definitely squrrly (easy access, would work well and quick) and prooobably honey maybe leaf

#asks and replies mothified #tebf #airwiwilwia #calysto #as i remember who i was i learn who i am #the ever-burning flame #moth participates in ask games #ask game

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 2 months

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Drugs, Thugs and Pilot Kelson Hugs: Part 3

Pairing: Pilot Kelson x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sexual Themes, Drugs, Alcohol, Swearing, Violence, Cheating

Summary: Quite a smutty chapter, with also a lil bit of fluff.

- Part 2 Here -

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18+ Only beyond this point

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The day after the work event, you went to see Zack, and you apologised for the misunderstanding a few nights before, but ultimately made him aware you could no longer see him. In his sober state he took it well and apologised to you for how he acted.

You felt lighter leaving his apartment and the week that passed went well. You got a lot of compliments at work about the cute guy you brought to the event and they asked if you were together. You explained you were just friends, but your colleagues hardly believed you.

That weekend you’d opted to stay at home, the last few weeks having exhausted you. You showered and then threw on an oversized T-shirt over your panties before sitting down on the sofa, finally relaxing while watching your favourite movie.

Your mind kept going back to the work event, your fingers running over Pilots hairy chest, the soft moans he made, his lust filled eyes. You felt yourself struggling to focus on your movie.

About halfway through, there was a loud knock on your door. You weren’t expecting anyone so you got up and looked through the peep hole. You heart jumped, and you opened the door a crack, hiding your bare legs.

“Pilot? What are you doing here?” You asked, surprised.

“Hey… I felt weird leaving things how they were the other night. Can I come in?” He asked.

“Uhhh… yeah just gimme two minutes?” You asked, he nodded with a smile.

You ran off and threw on a pair of shorts before coming back to unbolt the door.

“Come in.” You smiled, stepping aside.

Pilot walked into your apartment and looked around. Your apartment was neat and bright and smelled nice.

He turned to face you as you closed the door.

“You look pretty.” He said, hands in his pockets. Your hair was down and slightly messy, you were free of makeup and in a big T-shirt. You certainly didn’t feel pretty.

“Thanks.” You said coyly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t need to feel weird about the other night, I had a great time. I think maybe I’m the one that made it weird.” You admitted.

“No you didn’t, I was… I really liked.. being there with you.” He said stepping closer slowly.

“You did?” You smiled, leaning up against the back wall of your hallway.

He nodded. “I actually wanted to tell you something, but I’m kinda nervous about it.” He bit his lip.

“What is it?” Your heart was colliding with your chest, as Pilot stood over you. His hand gently moved to your waist, his fingers sliding gingerly underneath your T-shirt and skimming your bare skin.

You pulled in a sharp breath as you waited for him to continue. Pilot thought for a moment, before his fingers flattened on your lower back and his thumb came round to rest on your stomach.

He took a deep breath as he looked at your lips and then into your eyes.

“I wanted to tell you… that when I touch you, it feels like an electric current running through my veins.” He mumbled lowly, his eyes moving back to your lips. “And when you look at me, my skin burns, but in the most incredible way.” His other hand moved to your hand that dangled freely next to you and tangled his fingers in yours.

“And when you speak, my ears ring so loudly that sometimes I can’t hear what you’re saying.” He chuckled, “but the ringing makes me dizzy… drunk… like I don’t want it to stop. Like I don’t want you to stop.” He leaned closer, his face inches from yours.

“And when I look at you… when I really look at you, I feel like my heart might explode. I don’t think my body can handle it for much longer.” He whispered, his lips skimming yours, and suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore.

You pushed up on your tiptoes and kissed Pilot with such hunger that it surprised him, but he moaned and kissed you back, pushing you gently up against the wall.

The hand on your waist moved up over your ribs slowly. Your hands both came up to tangle in his messy hair, and you whimpered into the kiss when his body pressed firmly against yours.

His hand gently slid up until his thumb caressed your under boob. He groaned as he realised you weren’t wearing a bra.

You kissed him desperately, tugging on his hair gently. You bit his bottom lip and he shivered, his free hand tugging on your shorts. You complied and slid them off, leaving you back in your underwear and T-shirt. His hand ran softly up your thigh before sliding back to grip your ass firmly. You jumped and he lifted you up to wrap your legs around him. You licked his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth allowing you access.

Your tongues explored one another before Pilot broke away and began feverishly kissing your neck, sucking wet marks into your skin.

His pupils were blown and you imagined yours were too as you pulled back for a second to look at one another.

“Take these off.” You said, tugging at his jeans. He complied and quickly removed them, kicking them across the room, followed by his T-shirt. He quickly went back to kissing your neck as he gingerly explored your body with his hands.

Finally, his hand cupped your boob, and you moaned, your back arching into his touch.

“Fuck..” he breathed, absolutely filled with lust and unable to contain himself any longer. He kissed you deeply and then pulled your T-shirt over your head. He admired your body, pinned up against the wall as you panted, desperate for him to continue.

He kissed you again, harder and hungrier this time, one hand on your ass and the other pulling his underwear down before moving yours to the side.

He slowly entered you, inch by inch. You both moaned and bucked into one another at the feeling, your bodies flush as his length stretched you out.

“God, fuck yes..” you cried, throwing your head back, back arching as he thrust into you slowly. Pilot’s mouth hung open as he watched you, unable to get over the sight in front of him. His pace began to quicken as he lost all control, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your bodies crashed loudly against the hollow wall and the grunting and moaning noises coming from both of you only spurred you on.

You tugged on his hair as you bucked into him, and he dipped his head so he could take your nipple into his mouth. He gently nipped you, moving one of his hands to rub your clit in small circles.

You threw your head back as you felt yourself coming, your breathing irregular and shallow, tightening around Pilot’s big shaft.

“Oh shit!” He cried as he felt you tighten, feeling himself going over the edge. He pumped faster, moving a hand to the back of your neck, he kissed you passionately as he let loose, his load filling you up, leaking out of you as his pumping slowed to a halt.

You both panted heavily against one another, you still pinned up against the wall. You were both slick with sweat and your underwear now soaked.

You both chuckled breathlessly, and Pilot gently pulled out of you and lowered you to the ground.

Pilot kissed you softly this time, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him.

“I have never… ever… experienced anything like that before.” He breathed.

“Can’t say I have either.” You laughed, caressing his sweaty face. “Shower with me?”

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Pilot stayed at yours that night, and you spent most of your time on the couch, laying inbetween his legs. You spoke about deep things, like his childhood and your life before Vegas. You spoke about what you wanted from life and how Pilot still wasn’t sure what direction his was going in.

You had sex again, on the couch this time, and you rode him until his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Afterwards you lay on his chest and his hands gently explored your every curve. You kissed so much that your lips became swollen, and your bodies sensitive from the constant touching, yet you couldn’t bring yourselves to stop.

Over the next few days, you and Pilot found every opportunity to see one another. He showed up at your work and you snuck him into the bathroom to make out. He knocked on your door late at night, not leaving until the next morning.

By day 8 of your ‘courtship’, while you showered together, hands exploring one another, Pilot suddenly stopped and stared at you under the warm stream of water.

He cupped your cheek and gazed at you lovingly.

“Are we like… together together or?” He questioned, you laughed.

“I don’t know Pilot, what do you wanna be?” You said, kissing his chest.

“I wanna be together together. I wanna be yours only.” He admitted, so serious it made your insides clench. You nodded and stood on your toes to kiss him.

“Then that’s what we’ll be. I promise to be yours and only yours, as long as you promise me the same thing.”

He smiled, his forehead resting on yours, water running down your faces. “You know I’m all yours, (Y/N), there’s nobody else for me.”

Your relationship grew over the weeks, going from strength to strength. Everyone was sick of the two of you and the constant gooey looks you gave one another from across rooms. If it wasn’t that, you couldn’t keep your hands off of one another. Pilot was always kissing you, holding you or trying to dance with you, it was your cute little thing.

One night however, everything was about to change. Someone had noticed Pilot, and once she had her eyes on him, she wasn’t willing to let go so easily.

You were at the bar with your usual group, and Lucy, Pilots ex girlfriend from 7 years prior, noticed you all standing around the bar. She had come out for her best friends bachelorette party and immediately recognised the familiar, handsome face.

Lucy had grown her hair out and looked good, but was nowhere near on your level. You were the girl of Pilot’s dreams, but what you didn’t have in your favour was Lucy’s newfound determination.

Over the years she had learnt to get exactly what she wanted, and she was fierce about it.

Walking over to where you and Pilot stood, his arm draped over your shoulder as you laughed about something, Lucy cleared her throat.

“Well well well. If it isn’t Pilot Kelson himself.” She smirked, crossing her arms to push out her breasts.

Pilots smile fell from his face as he stood upright.

“Hi Lucy, it’s been a while.” He said awkwardly. You looked between the two of them before sticking out your hand and trying introducing yourself politely.

“Hi! I’m (Y/N).” You said, shaking her hand.

“Ah yeah, sorry baby, this is Lucy, my ex. Lucy this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.” He said, reintroducing you two properly. He looked tense, and the smirk on Lucy’s face made you uncomfortable.

“Nice to meet you Lucy. I need to use the bathroom, why don’t you two catch up and I’ll meet you back here?” You smiled. Pilot tried to stop you but you decided they needed to quash whatever weird tension there was and you wanted to give them the time to do so.

You pulled Carly and Cassie with you to the bathroom to tell them about the weird encounter. Cassie laughed and told you not to worry, she had briefly met Lucy once years ago right before they broke up, and she was nothing to worry about, a nice girl apparently. You felt better as you fixed your makeup in the bathroom mirror. You trusted Pilot, you knew how he felt about you, it was hard not to see it.

Once you were all finished in the bathroom, you made your way back out into the busy bar. Your eyes scanned the room for Pilot but he and Lucy were nowhere to be seen.

You walked around trying to find any sign of them, eventually deciding to try outside. You gestured across the bar at Carly to let her know where you were going and she gave you a thumbs up.

You squeezed past the sweaty, drunken patrons and out into the fresh, cool air, taking a deep breath, which was immediately knocked out of you when you saw what was unfolding in front of you.

“Pilot?” You cried.

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- Part 4 Here -

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i-eat-deodorant · 4 months

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Hello!! I am your biggest fan (you know who I am). Can you tell us about your warlords au? 🔫🥺 Plzz (it's a gun shaped mic)

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND I'M SHAKING YOU BY THE NECK

GOD it's kinda of difficult to talk about warlords au because whereas my other au (crying wolf) is art-centric, in contrast warlords au is writing-centric and i haven't written any of it.

Gods are not born, but made: through battle and bloodshed, death and destruction, subterfuge and succession. Like a mortal hungers for food and water, they feed on devotion and worship. To live is to be remembered. To die is to be forgotten. Before the Lamb, before The One Who Waits, before the prophecy that brought the Old Faith to its knees, the lands were overrun with gods large and small, each vying for their claim to divinity. Shamura has been waging a centuries-long war against Manat, vulture-queen of the mountains, and both their forces were wearing thin. New enemies surround them--multiple small crown uprisings, a slippery network of parasitic inheritors in the deep oceans, rumors of a firecracker champion of the no man's lands giving a voice for the war-torn. Every god fended for themselves. To form an alliance is almost unheard of; those that tried were quickly betrayed and disposed of, their corpses a cautionary tale of those naïve enough to trust. But the auspices had never been wrong before, and Shamura foresaw a road to victory inlaid in red, yellow, blue, and green. [One becomes two becomes three becomes four becomes five.] And so it goes.

it's a precanon au, well before canon, that details the rise of the Old Faith in an era where the land was fractured by constantly warring deities. something i've noticed is that the fandom trends towards the bishops being more akin to a traditional family (aka shamura adopts everyone as babies) whereas i see their "sibling" status as a more political one, so i wanted to present a precanon au where they all met as adults and forged a family through political alliances.

inspiration is taken from the three kingdoms period and other eras with fractured rulers. i want to explore how power figures control and consolidate influence at the expense of their followers. shamura restricts education to the upper echelons of their priests, who are trained in the sciences but also heavily dosed with religious propaganda. kallamar sends out periodical plagues what only he has the cure to, forcing all of his followers to swear allegiance to him or die a painful death. heket controls the food supply with an iron fist, creating a central capital with abundant food wealth and choking out all the smaller settlements that either could not or would not move to areas under her reign. they are unabashed colonizers, and their gold is devotion.

I JUST REALISED I'VE BEEN RAMBLING ABOUT INSPIRATION WITHOUT GOING INTO THE ACTUAL PLOT uhhh uhhh uhhh how to explain without spoiler??? how to explain without spoiler???????

#I HAVE A FAIR BIT PLANNED OUT ACTUALLY BUT.#IT'S ALL SPOILER #SCREAMS #my asks

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capybaraonabicycle · 6 months

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trick or treat 🎃

Hi! 👻

I've got a tiny Bill x 12 fic for you as a treat, I hope you like it! It's the shortest one of the bunch but I had a lot of fun writing it :)

Rating: Gen

Genre: Pure Fluff

Warnings: One swear word

[ID: gif of Bill in the Doctor's office, smiling. end ID]

"Doctor? Can I come in now?"

There had been strange noises coming from his office door every since he had asked her to wait outside. And quite frankly, Bill was starting to grow concerned.

"Hang on!" he called back. "I am over 2000 years old, give me a minute."

"Alright" she leant back against the door, twirling her necklace while waiting.

"Besides" the Doctor opened the door and Bill squeaked while trying to regain her footing. "you can't rush perfection!"

She turned around and there he was, in a proud winner's stance that stood in stark contrast to the clothes he was wearing. Just that 'clothes' was an exaggeration. It was some black thing with a white elliptical disk on his belly and something resembling wings on his arms. He had a hat with an orange beak(?!) attached, yellow fins at his feet and behind him, something burned.

"Uhhh" Bill managed, gathering her bearings. "You're on fire."

"Yes, I am" he grinned, holding his had out to her for a high five.

"No" she said, pointing at his backside. "I mean, literally."

"Oh, that?" the Doctor turned around so Bill could see it was his… attire that was producing the flames. "Harmless hologrammatic flames. Can't hurt a fly."

He turned back around to beam at her. "So what do you think?"

"Do you want an honest answer to that?" Bill asked and his face dropped.

"You don't like it?" he said. "I made it specially for you."

"Great" she tried to smile. "What is 'it'? Doctor, what's up with your clothes? I mean, to each their own but this is eccentric even for your standards!"

"It's my halloween costume!" he finally explained. "I'm a penguin with its arse on fire!"

"Oh my god, that is terrible. I love it!" Bill grinned, appreciation kicking in together with realisation. "But Doctor, it's March!"

"Not when you've got a TARDIS" he grinned, beckoning her to follow him. "Come on, she has a wardrobe full of costumes and we haven't got all day before Nardole returns and makes us miss out on the biggest Halloween party in the universe!"

Happy Halloween!

#doctor who #doctor who fanfic #bill potts #twelfth doctor #12th doctor #I think I honestly enjoy this one the most of all of them #But I also kinda feel like someone has done this before #I tried checking ao3 and couldn't find a version though

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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...MMM, DELICIOUS.

➳ request: Hellooo! I’ve come to request once again! May I request a scenario in which the reader serves Souma, Akira, Ryo, Takumi and Satoshi (seperatly) ordered food but says they cooked it themself as a prank?Would they know? Would they be honest or would they lie bc they don’t wanna hurt the reader? ~💠

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, hayama akira, kurokiba ryou, aldini takumi, isshiki satoshi

➳ warnings: swearing, hinted australian!reader (soma), lack of knowledge of takeout food chains in japan

➳ notes: omgggg 💠 anon, hellooo ;v; this request is great, i love you. giving me the best fuel for food wars content. you’re welcome back any timeee and sorry for the wait, i’ve been LAZY.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

i’d like to think he’d be nice about it

and i’m sure he’d try

but uhhh

he’s not the best ay lying.

so he might as well not have

“hey babe! i’m back,” soma calls out, dumping his paper bag of miscellaneous goods on the table in your dorm.

“hello,” you responded, using a spoon to decorate the plate with the sauce you’d ordered as a side to compliment the steak and vegetables.

“whatcha makin’?” he asked, leaning on the kitchen island as he watched you plate up. you smiled at his curiosity, pushing forward the plate and holding out cutlery.

“why don’t you try and see?”

taking the cutlery from you, he took a bite out of the food you’d laid out for him, he raised the steak to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. a small frown decorated his features as he looked back and forth between you, who was beaming at him - little did he know it was out of amusement rather than pride - and the steak that took up at least half of the plate.

“yeah, it’s... good,” he said finally, but not particularly excited to take another bite.

“no it’s not, you fucking dumbass.”

“what?”

“i didn’t cook it, soma, it’s from fucking outback steakhouse,” you explained, your smile twisting into a smirk. “and for the record, australia does do it better and i do not accept whatever the hell this is as an aussie steak.”

“...make one for me please-”

you ruffled his hair lightly as you took a bite of the steak yourself. “like, now?”

“yes. now.”

sighing, you pushed the steak to the side and fixed your outfit before turning to the fridge, silently thanking fumio for restocking as you laid your eyes upon a nice cut of steak. “alright then. wanna compete?”

“yeah, i don’t think so,” soma responded immediately. “i don’t think i can compete.”

“right answer.”

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

mean.

he probably considered ignoring it

but you got takeout indian

that was your first mistake

and he can’t allow this by any means

hayama stuck his head through the door at the familiar aroma of curry. he smiled gently as he saw you standing over the stove, lamb rogan josh simmering in a pan.

“mind if i have a taste?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and peering into the pan.

internally, you were giggling with your feet kicking in the air because he’s fallen for the trap! but instead you hummed in consideration, avoiding eye contact with him to feign shyness.

“i don’t know...”

“i won’t judge if that’s what you’re worried about,” hayama said, but you arched an eyebrow at him, an amused smile beginning to play on your lips. “ok, maybe i will, but i’m more than qualified to help you,” he added.

“ok then, if you’re sure.”

as he took a clean spoon and fork from the drawer, he tried the sauce first, an intense silence overtaking the room as he tried to register the flavours. he opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it as he reached for a sizeable chunk of lamb.

“how does it smell so nice but taste so off? what the hell did you do?” he demanded, inspecting the curry further as he used the wooden spoon nearby to push the curry around the pan. “you’ve used the right spices but cooked it wrong.”

snickering to yourself, you pat him on the shoulder as you pulled the ubereats receipt from your pocket. “that’s because it’s from the place down the road.”

“they’re white, aren’t they?”

“i don’t know what ethnicity they are, i got it delivered.”

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.

mean pt 2.

you, too, made the mistake of getting takeout

but not just takeout, no no

IKEA CINNAMON ROLLS

he. was. D I S G R A C E D.

“oi.”

turning around, you smiled as you say your boyfriend standing by the doorway. walking around the kitchen island, you pulled the bar stool back and pat the seat, beckoning him to sit with you.

“you’re back earlier than expected,” you commented, taking your rightful place on his lap when he sat down. ryou made no move to shove you off, but he didn’t try to get any closer to you either.

“what’s in the oven?”

“decided to try make some scandinavian cinnamon rolls,” you answered, readjusting your position on his lap.

“why scandinavian?” ryou asked, interest slightly piqued since, y’know. it’s his culture, which turned out to be the reason you ‘made’ them.

“because it’s you!”

“i’m not a cinnamon roll.”

“respectfully disagreed,” you said, booping his nose and hopping off of his lap as the timer went off. using some oven mitts, you took the tray out and left it on top of the stove to cool, but not before taking a shaker filled with pearl sugar to decorate.

“they don’t look right.”

“huh?”

“they look weird,” ryou repeated, scowling at the cinnamon rolls on the baking tray.

“i’m sorry, babe. i can’t control how bread rises.”

cautiously, ryou poked the treats before just taking a bite from one, ignoring the burning feeling on his tongue. “these are fucking disgusting. not sorry. i’ll make some to show you how it’s supposed to be done. watch me destroy your cinnamon rolls.”

“wowwww. dissing ikea so casually.”

“well, that’s why they fucking suck.”

── 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈.

he’d lie

he can’t hurt your feelings like that

it wasn’t inherently bad

he could just... do better

and he would if you just asked him

listen. he physically can’t handle italian food cooked by anyone who isn’t italian themselves, or at least has trained in italian cuisine (preferably in italy). but he’s also the fattest doormat ever. he lets people step all over him if it prevents conflict or him hurting feelings. tonight is a prime example.

you just threw in some spaghetti bolognese from, like, fasta pasta into a pan to heat it up again because by the time it got to you, it was lukewarm. not great. and takumi, like most of the other boys in this post, can recognise the smell of his cuisine anywhere.

when he came in, he paused for a moment because that’s not how he makes it and he’s confused by your methods.

“darling, what are you doing?” he asked, standing beside you as you stirred the food you’d ordered, but expertly set up as if you’d made it.

“making spaghetti bolognese, wanna try a bit?”

“sure.” taking the fork from you, he tasted whatever the fuck you had done, raising his eyebrows as if he was surprised by the taste, but he really did have to fight the urge to become the kombucha girl from tiktok.

“how is it?”

“yeah, it’s good,” he said, forcing another bite. he felt bad at the disappointed look on your face.

“it’s probably not as good as yours though...” you mumbled. takumi pouted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and caressing your cheek gently.

“i can teach you if you want.” he was taken aback at your sudden jump in mood, blinking obliviously at your smiling face.

“yeah! we’ll see how you go against fasta pasta!”

“wait, what?”

── 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈.

also lies

except he knows it’s takeout

he just wants to play along

also, he recognises where the food is from

it’s his guilty pleasure food chain-

he heard the crunch of fried chicken and he came RUNNING. pretty much bursting through the doors, he pointed at you, who was just sitting with a plate of fried chicken and chips. nothing incredibly special. but as isshiki demanded to eat some, you had the idea to pretend you’d made it yourself.

“ok, but i cooked it a little while ago,” you said, holding out some for him to take. “might not be as hot.”

“that’s entirely ok, babe, i will have anything you cook.”

you would be mistaken if you thought isshiki wasn’t going to full send the piece of fried chicken. on the first bite, he knew it came from kyochon chicken, because he’s addicted to their korean fried chicken. BUT, he was gonna play along with the concept that you cooked it yourself.

“i’m in heaven,” he stated, mouth still full of food.

“yeah, ok, talk when you’ve finished eating, please,” you said, handing him a napkin.

“make more,” he requested once he’d finished his mouthful. “i need more.”

chuckling to yourself, you shook your head. “as much as we both enjoy kyochon chicken, we don’t need to soak up my money when you know you can make it easily as good.”

“AWWWWW-”

“so, i’m gonna take the rest of this chicken while you make your own,” you added, taking another piece and relishing in isshiki’s betrayed look.

“what?! but i want some tooooooo.”

“babe, i told you, make it yourself, unless you want to pay for some yourself,” you teased, shielding your chicken from the hungry man.

“a worthy investment.”

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