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a-lonely-dunedain · 3 months
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the best part about living under a rock is always being oblivious to whatever firestorm went down elsewhere in the fandom
also one downside to living under a rock is always being oblivious to whatever firestorm went down elsewhere in the fandom
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did some more improvement on my art style, inspired by GHOST and pals' old art style the character is a dave and bambi oc i made (ik she doesnt really like like shes from dnb lmao, its probably the art style i used) her name is Shika, her deer like features are mostly based on another oc of mine, who's deer features were also based off people giving bambi deer like features lol
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(heres what she looks like in a more dnb like art style) -lemonmeat
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curejiraiya · 4 months
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PreCure Twitter is currently having it's own sonic for real justice moment
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al-of-the-stars · 12 days
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Hello, I saw this post and I wanted to ask if you could do a one shot as a Vox x reader, where Vox has been neglecting reader after Alastor appeared and reader started acting cold towards him and he only then did he notice and tries to make it up to them. You can use any gender but you don’t have take this request! Thank you for listening and I hope you do well!
"He's the past, you're my future"
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A/n: Hi, Anon! Thank you for the request! This is the first fic I've ever posted publicly so I'm not sure if it's good or not so if you have any feedback, feel free to let me know! Sorry its not very long, I tend to write shorter stories. I hope you enjoy!! :D
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Another day goes by alone. This has been happening ever since the Radio Demon returned. You thought Vox would be over his childish rivalry by now but you were proven wrong when the CEO had spent over a week trying to find some way to beat that old-timey prick. It felt like he had no time for you. It was always scheme after scheme, plan after plan. Did he just forget about you? Well then, why should you waste your time on someone who doesn't care? Someone who will forget about your entire existence to defeat some deer looking bitch? If he wants distance, then that's what you'll give. While you were lost in thought, Just then, you heard a knock at your door.
“Y/n, may I come in?” You know that voice, it's one you've grown fond of over the years. The voice that you love now feels bittersweet, like sour candy. After he left you alone for that long, your only interactions throughout those days being just a simple “hi” when you stumbled upon each other in the halls of the Vee building, you just can't handle another day of being another acquaintance.
“Yes, Vox, you may,” you say coldly. The sound of the door opening fills the silent room and the overlord walks in. Vox walks over to where you sat scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Usually, you would greet him with a hug and kiss but today was different. Vox had a confused look on his face, a look that made you want to just stop the act and go tackle him in a hug but you can't give up that easily, not even when he looks at you like a kicked puppy.
“Hey,”
“Are you… alright? You're acting strange today, darling,” Vox grabbed Your hands, careful not to accidentally hurt you with his claws.
“Of course I'm alright, not like you care. Isn't this what you wanted?” You pull your hand away. Vox had a look of realization that soon turned into one of guilt.
“Shit…” He cursed under his breath “Y/n, I'm so, so sorry I just.. I don't know.. I was just really caught up with dealing with Alastor and I… I'm so sorry..” His extensive rambling was cut off by a kiss. If it hadn't, who knows how long he would have apologized to you for? You would probably be there all day.. and you did also desperately want to kiss him again.
“I forgive you, but it better not happen again,” you say with a smile.
“It won't, I promise, love,” he lifted your hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss. “He's the past, you're my future,” He gently grabbed Your hand and gave it a soft kiss. “And I refuse to let the past get between me and my future.. I love you, y/n. I love you more than you could ever imagine,”
“I love you too, Vox” you smile. He didn't forget, and he never would.
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desceros · 5 months
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my ao3 || fics on tumblr || headcanons, notes, mini-fics || funny posts about my fics || blurple villain au
requests: closed 🛑
current projects: ONE SHOT: alt pov event LONG FIC: symphony number 4 -> touch-starved donnie and professional musician reader 🎻 read HERE 🎻 tag for meta HERE 🎻 tag for asks/fanart/misc etc HERE
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note: DO NOT ASK ME WHEN I AM GOING TO UPDATE. i answer all asks publicly. i welcome and adore asks/anons of all other flavors, even when requests are closed. i don't do them all bc i'm super busy; and if you don't seen me answer it, it's bc i hold onto them to come back to later. also, you can specify that it isn't a request and you just want my thoughts on a prompt or smth.
REQUEST GUIDELINES:
i'm writing reader inserts for the following tmnt fandoms:
bayverse
rise
IDW
if you have a preference, let me know; otherwise i’ll just pick one. i strongly prefer female/gender neutral readers. i also prefer single partner fics, but i'd be open to do some poly if the prompt was super aces. also bonus for leo or donnie requests since they're my favs!
👌: fluff, humor, explicit smut, canon-typical violence, angst (depending on mood; go ahead and send it in but i might nix it)
👎: non-con, tcest, self-harm, things without a happy ending (sorry everyone i'm a hopeless romantic)
Individual links to fics below cut!
note: most of my stuff is on ao3!
key: reader gender, rating, tmnt version; summary (link)
Leonardo (x)
GN!Reader, G, bayverse; deleted scene from tea fic; sharing calligraphy (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; leo comes back and wants to smell like home again (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo smells his shorts (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; leo loves your tits (here)
GN!Reader, M, rise; leo is suddenly horny (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo does a somnophilia (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo takes his chance after chap. 20 (here)
F!Reader, M, rise; leo "accidentally" sends you his nudes (here)
Donatello (x)
F!Reader, E, bayverse; donnie pining mating season (here)
GN!Reader, T, bayverse; donnie is a dork (here)
F!Reader, T, bayverse; donnie rubs your back (here)
F!Reader, G, bayverse; watching donnie work (here)
GN!Reader, T, rise; waking next to donnie (here)
F!Reader, M, rise; symphony bad future fluff, chap. 19 spoilers! (here)
GN!Reader, G, rise; can't sleep (here)
F!Reader, E, rise; accidental double somno (here)
Raphael (x)
GN!Reader, M, bayverse; raph likes it when you assume (here)
GN!Reader, M, bayverse; birthday plans (here)
Blurple Villain AU
F!Reader, usually T-E, rise; villain!leo au with the wolf/lamb/dog metaphor (masterpost here)
T; kissing donnie's scar for the first time (here)
E; leo likes lying on top of you (here)
E; pegging leo (here)
M; sharing an orange with leo (here)
TMNT
GN!Reader, G, bayverse; HCs for what goldilocks!leo and amaranthine!donnie want their insert-chan to wear (here)
GN!Reader, G, bayverse; HCs for all turtles with an insert-chan that has an unintelligible accent when upset (here)
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pancakes4two · 2 years
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surprise surprise… here’s a part 2 for private!y/n 🫶🫶🫶🫶 thank you for all the love on the first blurb and for leaving so many sweet comments!
PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART | MASTERLIST | SEND ME A REQUEST
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harryleaked leaked photos from harry’s rumored girlfriend’s instagram.
posted yesterday with the caption: “mother, father & son”
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harryfan1 you shouldn’t be spreading this around. delete it please before more people see
harryfan wait what happened
harryfan1 she accidentally accepted someone’s follow request. they’re spreading all the pics from her instagram on twitter now.
harryfan oh wow
harryfan4 yeah they’re def dating it’s over for us
harryfan3 DELETE
harryfan2 guys stop engaging with the post it’s only going to gain more traction if you do. dm the account if you want them to stop don’t like or comment
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harryleaked more photos from harry’s rumored girlfriend’s instagram.
posted this july with the caption: “the wait was worth it for this v v v belated valentine’s day date”
harry also commented: “Better late than never?”
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harryfan1 wtf she has the prettiest smile
harryfan5 so it’s confirmed confirmed
harryfan6 this july… he had a show in paris… he took her on a date in the city of love…
harryfan7 UR SO RIGHT WTF WHAT A HOPELESS ROMANTIC
harryfan guys seriously stop bringing attention to it. i know this is a shock to everyone but we’re helping nobody by talking about it so publicly. especially since harry and her clearly don’t want their relationship to be public right now
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rollingstone What is it like navigating relationships as the most wanted man in the world?
Harry Styles speaks to Rolling Stone about love and privacy, two concepts that are frequently in contention for someone who has reached the level of stardom that he has.
“It can feel a little voyeuristic, at times. I think obviously at the end of the day, all anyone wants to do is to be able to love freely and openly. That’s harder to achieve when you’re under the scrutiny of the entire world. So, I like to keep parts of my relationship to myself. We basically built a wall of privacy that we could safely love each other behind. And while that isn’t ideal, it’s what works for us. Obviously, I think it goes without saying that it’s disheartening when people try to peel back the layers we’ve carefully constructed to protect our relationship.” He says, hinting at private photos that leaked online recently, which forced him to go public with girlfriend Y/N L/N.
Visit the link in our bio to read the full interview.
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harryfan1 DAMN y’all need to apologize to him right now bc he’s neverrrrr called us out this openly before and we’ve done a lot of out of pocket shit historically. he’s MAD mad
harryfan why do i feel like i just got put in time out
harryfan3 EVERYONE SAY SORRY HARRY
harryfan2 like what did i say? harries can never just be serious and look what happened because of it
harrystan y’all don’t know common courtesy and got yelled at because of it LOL
harryfan9 another day of harries ruining everything
harryfan8 anyways… he looks so good in this pic
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yournewinstagram ok girls let’s try this again 🫵🏻❤️‍🔥🎀⚡️🌈
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yourbff BACK & MORE PRIVATE THAN EVER
yournewinstagram that’s the first and last time you’ll see me on enews
harrysnewfinsta Hey can you see my comment? Is this working?
yournewinstagram yes harry it’s working.
harrysnewfinsta Ha! Tech whiz Styles
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not to be that guy but isn't that cursed art of father gregor and the boys paid patreon content
idk how patreon works all that much if its viewable for not-paying ppl sorry lmfao
I remember it being posted there ofc but it was also posted to Spooky Parade publicly
Trust me I'd never leak content like that 😭 (And if I ever accidentally did definitely call me out on it,, sometimes I get a lil confused but in the end I always double-check stuff before I post)
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Also just some proof cuz ik a lot of ppl here are most likely not part of the server
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Can I get some sub!Andrealphus headcanons please? 🥺 I love him so much but so much of his content is with him as dom
YESS IM SO HAPPY YO GET A REQUEST ON HIM!!
I did sfw and nsft bc I love him and wanted ti share personal hcs of him!!
Also I haven’t seen anyone do any sub for like, any characters??? There’s so few other blogs for sub charas in this fandom?! Like I found 6 blogs with sub charas…and I’m nearly half of them…(I have one hidden side blog I don’t publicly use I’ve been posting about on)
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Andrealphus
Cw: eye licking (canon kink), gore mention, death mention, torture mention, horn play, mockery halo play, capture roleplay, bath ***,
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Sfw!:
You’re basically his only friend or family so he spends most his free time with you, even when he’s not hanging out with you he’ll often follow the group your with to keep you safe from a distance
He ask you to hold his hands in public so he doesn’t get lost, bump into someone or thing, or trip, even though he somehow notices when there’s items on the floor you don’t see and pulls you out of the way. He claims he just mis stepped as you clearly notice he avoids stepping in minor obstacles
He likes being close to you and loves you touching him, he sometimes just ask you to hold him, then he will just fall asleep and magically only wake up when you stop holding him
If you ever get tired he’ll give you a horseback ride (you have your legs around his hips and he holds your thighs while carrying you) all the way home. You notice he somehow doesn’t need you to warn him of any obstacles as he gently carries you, trying to avoid moving you as much as possible.
He feels bad for accidentally startling you a few times and to make up for it he pretends to be startled by you for your enjoyment. You have actually startled him a few times at to your amusement he visibly jumps when you run up from behind and hug him. He just doesn’t know how to react!
He’s good hearted but silly, and doesn’t know what humans like, so he starts giving you angel wings as gifts, but…they are preserved, he tells you they are valuable like that and that any devil (and a few angels) would want them for a high price
He doesn’t let angels get near you, in fact the angels usally are past tense when you finally get to see them, there isn’t a lot to see, just blood and angel remnants…though to your confusion the angels he takes wings from (for you not himself) have…been left alive and were at the mercy of the devils around them.
Nsft!
Canon kink: Oculophilia: deriving sexual pleasure from licking another persons eyeballs
He has tried to lick your eyes without asking before and upon freaking you out he’s confused, you come to the agreement he can only do it if your eyes are closed, it’s still weird and uncomfortable but he deeply enjoys it. He doesn’t do it often, and it’s usually if he’s in a mood and excited. When you did it back to him he actually just straight up creamed himself.
Sorry, the wings stay on during s*x, I don’t make the rules…
You’re his first…he actually never really had anyone to tell him what to do, so he genuinely just will let you do whatever you want and he practically just enjoys making you feel good, he’s a service sub
He is very quiet until you play with his horns, then he’s loudly moaning for you to keep going, where to rub, twist, scratch, etc. He does actually enjoy you playing with the halo, it’s tied to his horns with magic so he can feel you touch it through his horns
He…did sort of catch you off guard with requesting you to pretend to be an angel hunter, and he want to play as a angel and let you ‘torture’ him, then push it further to you only stopping once you ‘corrupt’ him into a fallen angel. (He uses his wings and halo for it.)
Andre likes when you do capture role plays, he enjoys being at your mercy, he even tries to teach you how to hogtie and other forms of restraining him.
You once started jerking him off in a bath and he now cant bathe with you without getting excited, he says it’s just an intimacy thing, since he’s not used to being so exposed
He will randomly ask to feel your face while you two are fucking since he wants to remember your expressions, he gets more excited if you let him
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alltoowelltom · 2 years
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CAN U PLSSSS PLSSS PLS write a part 2 for who'd you rather ?
PLS
Who'd You Rather (part two)
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tom holland x reader
summary: your first interview as a couple after your relationship was exposed on live tv
a/n: babes tysm for all the love on who'd you rather! i'm sorry if part 2 is kinda crappy cause i'm currently sick with covid but i really wanted to get back into the swing of writing so i hope you enjoy <3
part 1
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November 2021
“Two minutes until you’re on,” calls a stagehand, poking their head around the dressing room door to make sure you’ve heard. Tom nods at the person, standing up from his seat and walking over to where you sit, having the finishing touches applied to your hair. 
“Nervous?” he asks, taking note of your leg tapping on the ground anxiously. 
You shrug, looking up at him. 
“Yeah. Like, I’m happy we don’t have to hide it or sneak around anymore, but I’m scared of people’s opinions, you know? I just don’t want us to let anything get in the way of our relationship.” you explain, taking his hand as he helps you stand up and begin walking out to the side of the stage. 
He nods understandingly. “I know baby. But we talked about this, remember? We agreed to help each other not listen to anyone’s negative opinions. We love each other and that’s what matters. Or, at least, I love you.” he teases, poking your hip to try and get a smile out of you. 
You laugh lightly, jerking away from his hand and rolling your eyes. 
“I love you too, loser. Even if you did out our relationship on live television.”
“Me?” gasps Tom, pretending to be shocked. “I think you’ll find it was you who called. All I did was be a loving boyfriend and pick up the phone at three A.M. to make sure my girlfriend was alright.”
“I didn’t really have much of a choice, not unless I wanted to punt Ellen right into the audience to grab my phone back.”
Tom laughs silently, eyes crinkling as he grabs your hand, hearing Jimmy Fallon introduce you two. 
“Now that would have gone viral.” he whispers, leading you out. 
The first part of the interview goes smoothly, conversation flowing between you, Tom, and Jimmy about your upcoming movie. Just as you relax into your seat, subconsciously leaning into Tom’s side for comfort Jimmy clears his throat. 
“Now, Y/N.” he says, hands resting on a large square card that’s face down on his desk. “We all know you had quite the exposing experience earlier this year when you accidentally outed your relationship on the Ellen show.”
You roll your eyes playfully as the audience cheers, remembering the viral clip of Tom’s groggy voice and your eyes frozen in shock that neither of you had been able to escape for weeks afterwards. 
“Yep.” you say tightly. “That was a thing. That happened. To us.”
Jimmy laughs as he holds up the card, revealing the photo you and Tom had both posted at the end of May, confirming your relationship in hopes to calm the speculations. In the photo, you held your phone up in front of a large mirror, grinning while Tom wrapped his arm around you from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while your free hands joined up to form a heart shape.
“I promise we won’t dwell on this for too long.” continued Jimmy as you shifted slightly in your seat. “I just wanted to ask, since this is your first interview as a couple since confirming your relationship. We all saw Ellen try to set you two up, but how did you really end up together? Did Tom actually follow her instructions and call you up?”
Tom places his hand on your knee, silently telling you that it’s your decision on how to answer. You two had discussed this at great length before, Tom saying he really wouldn’t mind people knowing but you always pointing out that there was something so special about a private relationship, and mentioning you were scared of people giving their unsolicited opinions. Thirteen year olds on the internet can be viscous when you’re publicly dating their celebrity crush. You could give a generalised answer and dodge the question, and Jimmy being one of the more respectful interviewers would most likely pick up on your discomfort and move on gracefully. Or, you think, feeling Tom press a lightning quick peck to your hairline, you could be honest. 
“Well,” you begin, reaching over to clasp Tom’s hand tightly in your own. “We were really good friends already, right? So we were staying in a hotel during the press tour in 2019.”
“Was this before or after you professed your love for him on the Ellen show?” cuts in Jimmy. 
“Wha- I didn’t-” you stutter, covering your reddening face. “I did not profess my love!”
“Oh come on love,” says Tom cockily, puffing out his chest. “You couldn’t shut up about me, you thought I was double tasty.” 
You roll your eyes. 
“Do you two turkeys want to hear the rest of the story or not?”
Tom and Jimmy both nod, shrinking back into their seats like scolded toddlers. 
“I suppose it was after I, ‘professed my love’, as you knuckleheads insist on putting it,” you say, using air quotes. “So as I was saying, we were staying in a hotel and there was this massive thunderstorm. When I say it was storming, I mean it was storming. The top floors of the hotel - which we were on - were shaking and rattling like crazy. It was like ten giant Shreks were farting all at once, the hotel was wobbling so much. I genuinely thought someone had come into my room and started shaking my bed every time there was a thunderclap. Now, I don’t particularly find much enjoyment in thunderstorms-”
“She’s terrified of them.” confirms Tom, thumb rubbing your hand comfortingly. 
“So I was proper freaking out. Then to make things worse, some madman starts frantically banging on my door.”
“It was the bed shaker!” laughs Jimmy. “Got locked out.”
The audience laughs loudly along with you and Tom and you wipe a stray tear from under your eye. 
“It wasn’t the bed shaker,” you laugh. “It was Tom. At two A.M. in the middle of a thunderstorm, practically breaking my door down and I swear to you, I was this close to shitting myself.” you cover your mouth suddenly. “Oops,” you say. “I can’t swear here, can I?” 
Jimmy shakes his head. “We can bleep it out a few times, it’s okay.”
“Now, in my defence,” Tom stars, addressing the audience. “I had tried to call her twice just to make sure she was okay, you know, with the storm and everything, but because it was so loud she hadn’t heard and I got worried.” he pouts and you rub his arm comfortingly, allowing him to playfully rest his head on your shoulder. You clear your throat and continue, determined to get to the end of this story. 
“So I open the door and there’s Tom in his PJs, hair sticking up in twenty different directions, holding snacks and a fluffy blanket. He said he’d just sit with me until the storm cleared up and then one thing led to another and…here we are, I guess.”
Tom nods, grinning as he wraps an arm around you, not really caring about the cameras and millions of viewers. All he wants to do right now is shower his girl in love as he basks in the memory of the night. your relationship changed. “Here we are,” he repeats. 
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tysm for reading, u a real one <3 reblogs and comments are super appreciated !
tagging some people who asked for a part 2: @justasecretwriter @hllandvibbes @youcompletemesk @taetaebunni @siriuslysmoking @loxbbg
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lethargicmouse · 2 days
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tell us your favorites everlark fics
Thanks for the ask!! They make me very excited lol. I honestly don’t read a lot of everlark lol, I’m more of a hayeffie fan with a side of everlark. Just becuase I feel like mother Suzanne did a good job with them in the books. But truly, a lot of my fav hayeffie ships are from either Peeta or Katniss’ perspective.
The ones listed here are mostly post epilogue (:
( I lied they are all post epilogue.)
this is the first day of my life by sam_writes_fics @sam-loves-seb ----> "It’s not perfect. None of them are perfect. But that’s not the point. // katniss and peeta and haymitch and effie and their life after everything;" I LOVE THIS IT WAS GOOD
You Are in Love (Everlark's Version) by bored_author ---> "A collection of one-shots about Katniss and Peeta working through their traumas, together." This is probably the most everlark one on here. It was cute
The Team Trap by EllanaSan @ellainthetardis (my queen omg) ---> "'What’s the very good reason that’ll get her to come?/ Katniss asked. Peeta was silent for a moment, his hand stilled on her back. 'It involves a technical white lie.' In her experience, lies were hardly ever technical or white." I love EllanaSan with my entire heart.
End of the World by FernWithy ---> Ok this is a very Haymitch centered series but it literally rocked my world and I think everyone needs to read this. There is some awesome POV's of characters you rarely hear from. Delly gets the spotlight she deserves and Peets gets it, too. It's a wonderful, long read that I'd highly reccomend.
Sorry there isn't more! I have lots of other fics that I really enjoy that are from Peeta or Katniss' view that are just more Hayeffie centric (linked under the line (: ), I tried to pull the more Everlark ones for you !
they got no idea (about me and you) by fckingpoetry ---> "peeta looks for advice on how to keep katniss safe in the arena and walks in on haymitch and effie sleeping in the same bed." I cannot stress how much I love this author. And any fic where the kids find out about Effie and Haymitch makes me giggle.
The Clue in the Yoghurt by EllanaSan ---> "In retrospect, Haymitch should have known something was up the morning he walked into his kitchen, rubbing his face to chase the remnants of sleep, and found Katniss pilfering his fridge." So silly, Katniss accidental pregnancy and it makes me smile to see hayeffie acting like the parents they are.
Sprinkled on Your Life by KarlyBING ---> "With all her silliness, shallowness, and overbearing ways, Effie had still cried while holding her after coming back from the arena, she was the one to publicly unite them during the Quell, cared for her during a war, braided her hair when she was too depressed to do it herself, made her wedding dress out of worn cotton shirts and second-hand wool, held her hands after delivering her first child, changed diapers at 3 am so Peeta and her could sleep a couple more hours, taught her children how to say please and thank you, and still made her hot chocolate every rainy day without even having to ask." I cried. So much. For only 1,801 words. A nice look at mama!Effie and darling Katniss.
that which resembles a grave (but isn't) by ifonlyiwasawriter ---> "Haymitch finds Katniss covered in dirt in his backyard; there is an explanation for this, but not one that either of them likes." Haymitch and Katniss, lovely very traumatized father and very traumatized daughter bonding.
Any way I love Haymitch and Effie goodnight !
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mrghostrat · 3 months
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WELL——
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if you got an email about a new BNF chapter i am so sorry
i was trying to edit the code and accidentally posted 3 and 4 publicly
i thought for a moment whether i should jsut leave it and let it be a little gift for you all, but it would be nice to be able to buffer it out to give me time to write more 😭
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dating the batboys... and their Taylor Swift songs (1/2)
pairings: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader, Dick Grayson x GN!Reader
warnings: none
requested?: nope! 
a/n: FOR SOME REASON MY TUMBLR ACTED UP AND POSTED ONE OF MY DRAFTS OH MY GOD IM SO EMBARRASSED. but of course my first work is Taylor Swift related. for those wondering, i don’t know if i’ll be doing romantic Damian Wayne anytime soon. just feels a bit weird. anyway! also I just wanted to get something out for people to see my writing style. expect part two with Jason and Tim tomorrow.
Bruce Wayne
as much as I love Bruce, I’m 100% a believer that it would be somewhat difficult to be in a relationship with him
i mean look at his taste in partners...
of course it’s because he’s Batman and he’s a secret vigilante blah blah blah
but also because he is Bruce Wayne!
THE BRUCE WAYNE
he is literally Kim Kardashian status people 
which means if you start dating him, you’re going to have to constantly deal with paparazzi, people digging into your personal life, etc.
and that’s just the surface level
the man has a lot of undealt with trauma and doesn’t believe he deserves love
plus he’s not one to open up about his emotions
I’d feel like there’d be a lot of arguments where Bruce goes too far trying to be protective because he doesn’t want to lose you but he doesn’t explicitly say that so he comes off as being a dick
do not expect this man to verbally apologize if you get into any arguments
he’ll apologize to you in his own way of course
if he was injured while on his nightly duties, he would distance himself from you while he healed (before you found out he was Batman)
would hesitantly let you patch him up because he doesn’t want you to see him as weak (after you find out)
once you do find out about his double life, expect Bruce to forbid you from trying to become a vigilante
he’s lost friends, past lovers, hell eventually even his own son
he would not let you do anything involving it and that’s finally
sorry dude
but it’s not too bad
Bruce loves you with his full heart
and he would do just about anything for you
no doubt in my mind this man would spoil you rotten
getting to see the somewhat soft side of Bruce more often than anyone else
not too big on PDA but once it’s just you two, this man cannot keep his hands to himself
going to one of his galas once you guys publicly announce your relationship and getting slightly overwhelmed from it all
him pulling you off to the side and making sure you’re okay
Alfred becoming a good friend of yours
once he fully trusts you and believes you to be his one and only, i think he’d tell you about his other life
or maybe you just accidentally stumble into the batcave
anyway i think he’d either put you in self-defense classes or teach you because it’s gotham and he can’t risk you getting hurt
he’d probably feel like he could never give you the peaceful life you deserve but he could never give up being batman
just understand that he’s an emotionally constipated man but he truly is head over heels for you
With all this considered I want to say that Dancing With Our Hands Tied (from Reputation) and peace (from folklore) are the best songs that would describe being with Bruce.
“People started talking, putting us through our paces I knew there was no one in the world who could take it I had a bad feeling
But we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied.”
Seeing the tabloids, the color drained from your face. You thought you would have more time before the press started trying to figure out who you were. No, you thought you and Bruce were being careful, sneaking around. But clearly not careful enough. There was your picture, on the front cover of one of the most popular magazines in Gotham. You couldn’t ignore the big bold letters already accusing you of using Bruce.
A shaky breath escaped your lips as you set the magazines down on the table. You were so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t heard footsteps approaching you until you felt strong arms wrap around your waist. Your eyes fell shut as you leaned into Bruce’s soft and warm touch. For a second, it was like every thought left your mind at once. It was surprising the effect Bruce had on you.
Bruce’s eyes traveled down to what you had set down. He rolled his eyes once he read what the magazines had already started to say about you. It would be a lie if he had said he was surprised the paparazzi had already found out about you. He knew it would only be a matter of time before they found out, especially with just how famous he was. 
However, he was more worried about you. He felt a twinge of guilt shoot through his heart. It was his fault after all you were now in the spotlight. He was used to being in it, especially from such a young age. But sometimes not even he can handle being under the constant watch of the public eye. No one can. 
Of course, Bruce was also nervous about you. If you were going to stay or not. This had always been a deal breaker for his past relationships. Well besides the fact of him being a vigilante. But normally they didn’t last that long for him to even think of telling his partner. However, you were different. You were someone who challenged him to think differently, and you constantly believed there was good in people, no matter what. He didn’t want to lose you. He just had a bad feeling. He squeezed a little bit tighter, but not too much to hurt you.
“If you’re worried I’m going to leave, don’t be. I knew exactly what I was signing up for when I agreed to go out with you.” You turned to face him and cupped his cheek. He almost melted into your touch. He looked into your loving eyes. He didn’t have to say anything, but you knew that he was just as much in love with you as you were with him.
Dick Grayson
Dick is a very complex character 
this man is also traumatized
his trauma is not talked about enough by the fandom and its sad
I would say that he’s moved past it, but it’s also left its scars (like trauma does)
he’s just so used to trying to make everyone happy he forgets to take care of his own feelings (im not projecting shut up)
but after being friends for a while and he starts dating you, you’d see right through him
him constantly deflecting his emotions with comedy because the man doesn’t like to be in uncomfortable situations and feelings are uncomfortable 
he’s a stubborn man so you’d have to be an even more stubborn person to try and make him change his mind in an argument
but even then sometimes there’s nothing that could change his mind
having a heart attack because this man doesn’t tend to think before jumps
however, he is such a sweetheart when it comes to relationships
he’s always putting you before himself
don’t let him push you away because he thinks he’s protecting you
always asking about your day and genuinely being interested in whatever you have to say
man’s gets literally heart eyes whenever you open your mouth
he is so big on PDA!
he’s always holding your hand or has an arm wrapped around your shoulder when you go out into public
being in awe of how flexible he can bend his body
until he pranks you by bending over backwards and running at you
“THAT WAS NOT FUNNY I ALMOST KICKED YOU” “it was funny to me and that’s what matters”
being Dick Grayson and Nightwing makes his life hectic, but he always makes time for you
not being too surprised when you eventually find out he is Nightwing
due to the fact when you’d go out by yourself, Nightwing would always happen to “bump” into you and would make sure you’d get to your destination safely
you knew those quips and that laugh from anywhere
turning anything you two do together into a date
whenever he notices you are not taking care of yourself or are just having a bad day, he does self care days with you
you doing the same for him
he doesn’t have as bad of overprotective issues as Bruce does
but he still has lost so many people in his life so of course he’s gonna be terrified of losing you like that
I just don’t think he’d let it control him
he’s so in love with you it’s not even funny
Okay so I’m so confident in my answer when I say that Paper Rings (from Lover) and The Archer (from Lover) are so Dick Grayson it’s not even funny. He’s just Lover coded, I don’t know what to tell y’all!
“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Uh huh, that's right
Darling, you're the one I want, and
I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
Uh huh, that's right
Darling, you’re the one I want”
“Dick!” You laughed and quickly turned your head away to not get hit with the paper wrapper from the straw he had blown towards you. He had missed his target, and the wrapper fell on the recently mopped checked floor. You shot a playful glare at him and stuck your red straw into your shared milkshake. He gave you one of his iconic smiles, putting his straw into the milkshake too.
The two of you were currently sitting in a big red booth in a 24/7 dinner at three in the morning. The smell of greasy food had filled the air, but it was quickly becoming a comfort smell to you. This had recently become a weekly thing between Dick and you. Whenever you both just couldn’t fall asleep, you’d find yourselves at the diner, talking about anything and everything under the sun. What can you say? The city never sleeps and neither do you two.
Your eyes wandered to the city lights outside. For once, Blüdhaven seemed still, as if it were frozen in time. Your mind wandered as you began to think how you ended up here in the first place. You had been friends with Dick since you were kids, always glued at the hip. It was no surprise feelings had started to develop as you grew older and as the days grew on, it had gotten harder to keep from him.
That was until one night, he showed up at your apartment drunk. Dick was never one to hold his liquor well. You had begrudgingly dragged him in and made a bed for him on the couch. It was then he started to spout out how he’s loved you since you were teenagers and how he couldn’t imagine his life without you. He then begged you not to leave and pulled you on the soft couch with him. It was hard to say no, so you didn’t and enjoyed the silence.
The next morning, you and Dick had a heart to heart and opened up about each others feelings to each other. Since that day, you’ve been stuck like glue to each other. When he wanted to leave to Blüdhaven, you were right behind him and moved in with him. It was funny to think that if it hadn’t been for that drunken “accident”, you wouldn’t have been where you are.
Feeling something being slid on your finger, you snapped out of your thoughts and looked down. It was a thin paper ring made from the straw wrapper. You looked up and stared into the ocean blue eyes that stared right back.
“Someday, it will be an actual ring.” Dick smiled and reached for your hand. You smiled and let him hold your hand, taking in just now warm and soft his hand was. It felt like home to you. You softly squeezed it, and took a sip from your milkshake. For now, this small paper ring would be more than enough for you.
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desiderium
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summary: eddie’s odd, forgotten childhood friend seeks him out when he needs her more than he realizes.
pairing: bsf!mechanic!bartender!eddie x eccentric!bsf!fem!reader
word count: 7,547 words
content/warnings: eventual smut so MDNI, unhealthy eating habits depicted (eddie accidentally forgets to eat), fluff, swearing, feeling unwanted, mentions of bullying/being publicly humiliated, low self esteem, anxiety, mentions of embarrassment, mention of an involuntary erection in adolescence lol, very brief mention of drugs, really awful & embarrassing awkwardness at the end i’m so sorry i had to. i think that’s it!
a/n: creds to whoever owns and posted those ^ photos! they’re not mine, i just made the collage!
part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5
*
You reveled in the juvenile glory that was giving Eddie a hard time, especially since it had been so long since you’ve had the chance to.
You were grateful for the opportunity to settle back into one another even if it was by acting like complete children. Part of you even felt like these moments were exactly what you had hoped for, except that there was something off. Something still polite and unsure to your interactions. It made sense since it had been so long, but it was still odd. This touch of distance to all of it was incredibly foreign when you considered the way things had always been between you and him.
In that small market, you realized so much of Eddie was exactly how you remembered. And as much as you wanted to cling to him to appease your instinctive fear of losing him again, you both had to part ways so you could put away groceries.
Far less of the asshole you met on Thursday, he was more than willing to give you his phone number when you admitted you wanted to keep talking. You were embarrassed to tell him, especially since you didn’t want to scare him off with the strong attachment you still had (which you worried he wouldn’t match), but he didn’t even think about it. There was no judgmental glance or snicker under his breath. Only an “oh, yeah, of course” and then patting at his pockets to see if he had anything on him to write with.
“I feel like I still know you, but not really. It’s weird to think about everything I missed out on,” you admitted over the motel landline. “D’you think you’re the same Eddie as 11 year old Eddie?”
“Probably not,” he confessed in a sigh. “You the same as 10 year old you?”
You paused for a moment, even if it wasn’t necessary. Of course you weren’t the same. Not wholly.
“No, I suppose not…,” you trailed off before speaking up again, your finger twirling the phone cord around. “Do you think we’ll still be best friends? Or is this all too strange?”
“I don’t think I have a choice. You’re clearly obsessed.”
“Screw off,” you giggled, feeling your cheeks grow rosy.
“Well maybe…,” he exhaled, taking a moment to think before he continued to answer your question genuinely this time. You could hear him shifting in his spot, probably to be more comfortable. “Maybe a bit awkward. Why? Regretting coming here already?”
“No,” you shook your head as if he could see you and you rubbed the heel of your foot forward on the bedding to get your sock back into place after it had shifted. “Maybe we just need to catch up. Fill each other in on all the stuff we missed out on. Then it’ll be like there was no gap.”
There was some silence on his end, except for the faint sound of his breathing. Then there was suddenly movement again as his hair brushed against the phone and he yawned out his reply.
“That’s fair.”
“… Do you think I could see you tomorrow?”
“Mm, well I work until 5 tomorrow but we could do something after.”
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna bug you,” you spoke softly as if you were a teenager sneaking phone calls far too late. “I’m sure I’m annoying you, but I just… I don’t know… just wanna reconnect.”
Silence. You swallowed nervously, phone pressed between your ear and shoulder while you toyed with your hands.
“Y’know?”
Still nothing. Were you being as obnoxious as you feared? Were you being too excessive about all of this? Why wasn’t he answering you? Was he not as interested as you were in rekindling your friendship?
“Eddie?” You asked now, but it was just his breathing.
You were worried he was getting annoyed with you or maybe even trying to upset you by not responding, until you heard a light snore.
*
Eddie’s exhaustion was getting so bad that it seemed to be ingraining itself into his body. Digging into his bones, stiffening his muscles and joints, digging a void in his torso. He swore he could feel it slowly melting his brain that craved its necessary reprieve. He was starting to worry he was going to drift off while driving or something worse—if there was something worse than that.
He must’ve gone just long enough without any decent rest because he didn’t even remember dozing off. Usually with an adequate sleep schedule, he could remember approximately when he started to slip into unconsciousness, but not this time. He was on the phone one moment, and then he was suddenly waking up the next morning.
He blinked the sleep from his eyes, adjusting to the light coming in through his window, and grunting lowly over the aching in his neck. He had fallen asleep sitting up in bed with his back against the wall, and gradually slid down throughout the night. It left his back and neck at an awkward bend for far too long and he was already feeling the effects. Straightening out his posture, Eddie stretched and rubbed at the back of his neck while different pops and creaks sounded throughout his body. As he shifted in his spot, he heard something drop off of the bed and onto the floor with a clatter. Brows furrowed and lips in an interested pout, he glanced past the edge of the mattress to see his telephone hanging down from its bouncing cord.
“Fuck…,” he muttered and scooped the receiver back up.
“Hey- Hello?” he started asking until he heard the incessant beeping coming from the phone.
Shit. He completely fell asleep on you. This wasn’t exactly helping his case right now. Once the phone was back on its cradle, he let out another grumbling sound while he rubbed his hands over his face. Arms dropping back down, he let out a small puff of air and glanced at the clock. Once and then a second time in panic.
“Shit!” Eddie gasped, launching out of bed. He was supposed to be at work two hours ago. He didn’t couldn’t bother with putting together something to eat, only sparing the time he had to hop around his bedroom as he pulled on his clothes and shoved his socked feet into his boots.
*
“I’m so sorry, I slept through my alarm. I swear that this-”
“Yeah, really missing out on all the action,” Mr. Thacher grumbled with a small smirk as he gestured his hand outwards to display the empty waiting room. “Don’t worry, kid, shit happens.”
“Eloquent as ever,” Lin commented on his response, giving Eddie a toothy grin as he rushed over to punch his time card. He could see her usual neon green mint gum just barely poking out from between her teeth. Mr. Thacher quietly grunted in response to her remark, continuing to flip through an auto parts catalog.
“‘D you talk to that girl that came by? What was that bracelet about?”
Eddie had been so frazzled by waking up late, that he stumbled over the mention of you. Although to be fair, he probably would’ve still stumbled even if he wasn’t mixed up from all the rushing.
“Oh— I—” he stuttered, his mind struggling to play catch up and reply to her while simultaneously attempting to remember what he needed to get done today. The Ford was already back to that snippy woman, one car he couldn’t even work on until a part came in—he guessed he was stuck with whatever else was left in the garage. What even was there?
He rubbed at his forehead as if the contact to the spot would get his brain to work. “Yeah--”
“A girl, huh?” Thacher grinned, the topic pulling his gaze up from the catalog.
“Seemed real strange, but sweet. Very mousy,” Linda whispered as if she was being secretive. As if Eddie couldn’t hear her.
“Just a friend of mine from when I was a kid,” he explained in hopes of avoiding any teasing or toying of any sorts, then went to the garage.
“Ahh, just a friend,” Mr. Thacher murmured at the clarification, sharing a knowing smile with the receptionist as Eddie escaped to the back.
Eddie could remember how Wayne teased him when he said the same thing about Chrissy. Just a friend. Just some girl who was actually nice to him. Just this, just that. Someone older than him acting like they knew everything before he did, particularly in the world of romance—which he was horribly out of touch with—always left him flustered.
Yes, he was aware he was the undateable town freak but he didn’t need to be reminded through the excessive attention to anything that could be a shocking turn of events in his love life. It emphasized how rare it was for someone to be interested in him. It was also irritating because it was bound to leave him even more humiliated in the long run. Whenever people around him made a big deal about someone he liked, it only made it all that more disheartening to have to beg them to stop bringing it up because shocker—it didn’t work out.
Not to mention, it was turning out to be a particularly touchy subject when it came to you. You were actually just a friend for nearly the entirety of his childhood; so Thacher and Lin viewing you as someone he was crushing on made him feel like a lone ant under their magnifying glass, and they were ignorant to just how badly they were burning him up. Especially now that he’s painfully aware of your existence as a grown woman and even more painfully aware of how easily he could fall into a devastating crush for you like some teenager. Sure, in a childish diary entry you once talked about him being your first kiss on your 10th birthday, but did that mean anything? No. You were young and wanted to get a milestone out of the way. You could never feel something beyond platonic bond with him. He could tell.
Now trying to focus on work, he was distracted by how ruffled he felt from being forced to think of you romantically or... Ugh, why was that suddenly so awkward? Romance. Physical attraction: Not a big deal. He’s an adult and capable of discussing such matters, but clearly not when it comes to you. He felt his stomach flip flop and his face get all red, which he hoped was hidden well by the hood of the car he was currently inspecting. You are so grown up now. Well, of course you were and of course he was too. You were both in your mid-20s, and it wasn’t like you saw one another’s transitions from childhood to adolescence to young adulthood. You were an obnoxious young girl with pigtails one day, and now suddenly a young woman who made him anxious. If he didn’t know your heart, he would’ve been sure you were the kind of girl to avoid him. The kind to not give him a second glance—maybe not even a first glance.
When he was a kid you were just… you. Critter. That annoying little shit who he spent nearly every second with. Now you’re you, Critter, and that beautiful newcomer who showed a daunting amount of interest in him. What if you realized he wasn’t worth your time? That he didn’t hold up to any standards he may have set once upon a time? He didn’t want his worries to get in the way, but he was sure they already have in some way. It’s just that you’re here so suddenly and so… pretty (ugh, he felt like a stupid teenager thinking like this) and he could barely string a decent sentence together on a regular basis let alone with someone like you staring at him or waiting on the other end of the call.
Oh god that call. Remembering that beeping phone hanging on its curling cord made him want to kneel down and let the hood of the car slam down on his head. At what point did he fall asleep? And were you upset with him? As if he didn’t already need to prove himself after his little episode on Thursday, now he had this to make up for too.
Great. Just great.
*
“Uh… I don’t know. I usually only hire locals. They already know everyone and know how things run around here.”
Your eyes grew a little sad at the response the man behind the bar gave you as he wiped at his hands with a towel. Unlike Eddie’s work towel, this one actually looked like it did its job. This was a rejection, wasn’t it? Or maybe just an opportunity. Usually. He said usually.
“I’m staying in Hawkins. I- I’ll get to know everyone, and I promise I’ll work hard. I waited tables at a diner back home for a really long time, I promise I know what I’m doing,” You thought you sounded confident, but maybe you were just begging. The middle aged man eyed you for a moment, considering you before speaking up again.
“Well, there’s a difference between a diner and a bar. Some of these men are downright sloppy.”
“If you mean they’ll grope me because they’ve been drinking, I can assure you I’ve been grabbed at plenty by someone sipping their first coffee of the morning. I can handle it.”
He hummed in thought, and maybe he was amused by your response. Maybe he couldn’t care less, but you were hanging on every word.
“Just to be clear… that’s not to say me, my boys, and Sandra won’t back you up if someone tries to bother you,” He jerked his thumb back to drag your attention to the woman who was roughly around the same age as him. You assumed they were married, and their sons worked for them. Did he say he only hires locals or family?
“I only want to warn you in case it’s too upsettin’.“
“So does that mean I have the job?” You grinned, hand still clutching that strip of paper with contact information from their “HELP WANTED” sign.
He wanted to warn you. There was something worth warning you about, something worth possibly backing you up about. That meant you’d be here. He sighed, and tossed his towel onto his shoulder.
“It means you get a chance. And don’t get cocky on me, alright? I’ve seen enough people swear up and down about their experience and then try to show off how much they can carry or memorize. It jus’ ends up costing me an arm and a leg with all the shit they screw up.”
“No games. I promise,” You nod your head firmly with all the respect of a soldier acknowledging their commander.
“Hm. Can you start tomorrow night?“
“Absolutely! Thank you so much, Mr.Smith,” You chirped from the other side of the bar, slipping off of your seat while he huffed out a snort.
“Just call me Ron, alright? Don’t have to be so formal.”
You might’ve been too cheery about a crummy waitressing job at a crummy bar in a crummy town, but this had you feeling that maybe your luck was finally turning up. You needed a job and while driving around in hopes of a “HELP WANTED” sign, you actually got one. And you were already getting the job. Well, a chance.
You were getting a chance.
*
“I have a job!” You announced with your arms raised up in joy, returning to the motel late that afternoon.
“Alright!” Martha grinned from behind her newspaper which she was folding up now at your appearance. “Look at you. Settling in already.”
“Well, I have a chance. He said a chance. But it’s something, and I really hope I prove myself to him.”
“I’m sure you’ll do great, dear. You’re gonna wow ‘em, get that job, and find a nice place.”
“I already have a nice place,” You pout now, folding your arms on the ledge in front of her usual spot and place your chin on top of them.
“This is just some crappy motel,” Martha reassured you with an amused huff and a gesture of her hand. “You deserve better. Not to mention, you can’t stay here forever—as much as I’d love to have you.”
“Are you breaking up with me? Kicking me out?”
Martha rolled her eyes and snickered, making your lips turn up into a smile.
“I want you to have a nice apartment you can call your own.”
“Hm,” you hum in consideration. “We’ll have to set days to spend together. Hey, maybe we can have breakfast every Sunday at Benny’s!”
“I’d like that,” she grinned up at you kindly, until her eyes were suddenly glittering with mischief as she parted her lips to speak up again. “Now about that boy…”
You groan with all the dramatics of a gaggle of teenagers and abandon your place at the front desk. You briefly walk away from your spot before begrudgingly circling back.
“I’m just saying you were awfully smiley when you got back from the store.”
“Yeah, with your nasty sardines,” You deflect and follow it up with a gag.
A playful pout comes to your lips at the look she gives you—an expression that could’ve said plenty of things, but you knew translated to “stop avoiding the subject.”
“We… talked,” you shrugged, gaze flitting to the ground as you fight against every muscle in your face desperately trying for a smile. “That’s all.”
“Ah, I see…,” Martha took off her glasses to clean the lenses with the edge of her shirt. “Was he good to you?”
“Yeah. He felt bad that he didn’t know it was me ‘n all that,” You murmured and glanced over at that daddy long legs that was nestled in its respective corner, tilting your head to regard it for a moment.
“Well that’s good,” She hummed and placed her glasses back on her face. “Is he handsome?”
You rolled your eyes so hard, you probably could’ve triggered a headache. Your only verbal response is another groan as you turn on your heel and head down the hall.
“What? Oh, it’s an innocent question!” Martha laughed, and you huff out a playful scoff on your way to your room.
*
You tried to not let last night dwindle your confidence. At first, your mind shot right to its typical worst case scenarios—you’re boring. You bore him now. That’s why he fell asleep. He couldn’t be bothered. That’s why he fell asleep. You’re so annoying he was looking for an escape—that one seemed like a stretch until you thought. But what if he was just pretending so you’d hang up already and stop bothering him? You sat with that one for a while, but then decided he wouldn’t do that… right? If you were already annoying him that much then he wouldn’t have even given you his number.
Then there was your sickeningly sweet side. The part of you so ungodly saccharine that it didn’t just put the world through a rose tinted lens—it was golden like honey and saturated with radiant sunshine and men who don’t disappoint. The latter should’ve been enough to take you out of it—too fictitious—but you holed up there sometimes. Not as much as you used to because when you never left it that was always a sign of trouble, but it was a nice retreat from your constant anxieties. On this side, he fell asleep because he was comfortable. You hadn’t seen him in over ten years, and still managed to make him feel safe enough to sleep in your presence—even if it was just through a phone.
Or he was just tired enough that he knocked out, which meant he could still be indifferent to you. This jostled your inner paradise and made your brows frown when it passed through. You shake your head as if to wipe the slate clean when you finally realize just how long you had been in your own head and glance at the clock. It was a little after 5 PM. He said he would be out by now, but you hadn’t been able to secure anything before he was snoring on the other line.
Should you still stop by the shop? You two hadn’t decided on if you would be going there, or if you’d meet up somewhere else. Fighting your urges that could easily be considered an instinct to smother him, you stay put at the motel. Instead of thinking about Eddie, you think about your chance at a job. You hadn’t worked at that diner back home in the past year—maybe year and a half—and now you were ruminating over every little detail of working there. You were continuously reassuring yourself that you remembered how to serve people in a small town as you dug through your bags to find something to wear.
Oh crap, you forgot to ask if there was a dress code.
You tried to think of what Ron was wearing at the bar. Flannel. Definitely a flannel. You never saw what pants he was wearing, but you at least had that. Figuring you’ll play it safe, you pull out your nice jeans. They were particularly stiff and you would have to lay on the bed to button them, but you had to look your best. You’ll pair them with a clean black top and comfortable shoes, and just hope they give you an apron.
*
Despite Thacher’s insistence that he go home, Eddie stayed longer at the shop than he usually did on Wednesdays since he came in late. One would think finally sleeping would be rejuvenating, and it was to a certain degree, but it also left him incredibly groggy. His body felt drunk on the sudden abundance of rest, and he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. He just prayed he would sleep tonight too.
No one came in around close, but he could focus on fixing what was already in the back—not including the car that he was still waiting on a part for. It wasn’t until he felt like he was going to keel over from the gut pain that he realized he hadn’t eaten all day. The few cups of coffee he had felt like they were slowly eroding his stomach as it begged for a decent meal. He made his way to the small break room and scoured the cabinets to find a Chinese food menu, a tub of Folgers, a forgotten can of Sanka (cause really, who was drinking decaf at work?), filters, an array of plastic cutlery, napkins, a ramen seasoning packet and aha—a packet of instant oatmeal.
Tearing the paper with his teeth, Eddie reached for his usual mug to dump the oats into before adding water. He watched the cup turning in the buzzing microwave with a sigh of relief as the scent of cinnamon began filling the air, all while he rubbed at his neck and stretched his still aching back. He waited until the very last second to smash his knuckles against the button to successfully open the microwave door right before it could beep at him.
“Ow ow ow--” he hissed around his first bite, which was visibly steaming, but he was too hungry to care as it burned away at his mouth.
“You know I think that has been in the cabinet since ‘86,” Linda commented as he made his way towards the front, picking up on the scent of instant oatmeal before she could even turn her head to confirm that was what he was eating.
“Well right now, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” He grinned a closed mouth smile around his boiling hot snack and then shoveled in another scoop just to keep huffing and puffing from how hot it was.
“You can let it cool, y’know. It’s not gonna run away from you,” She snickered as she organized her desk.
Eddie lifted his plastic spoon to show off the sludge that slowly slid down and plopped back into the mug.
“Sure about that? This doesn’t look like something that could come to life?”
“Don’t play with your food,” She chastised gently with a tilt of her head, making him laugh.
“Yes, mother,” He snickered and she joined in, but the sentiment wasn’t entirely a joke.
She had become somewhat of a mother figure for Eddie since he first started here at 16. She defended him whenever the opportunity arose and she kept an eye on his interactions with others, always hoping for some happiness to come around for him. Sometimes she was concerned that maybe he wouldn’t treat a girl right—take advantage like a lot of men do—but she was usually only concerned about him. He was the one that got hurt nearly every time, excluding that recent one he made cry.
“So a childhood friend, huh?” She suddenly asked, despite him not being aware of her thoughts turning from the topic of old oatmeal to you.
Eddie’s eyes were so childish and round as he glanced over at her, it was almost cartoonish in the way that they glittered. He was softer talking about you now that it was only Lin, even if he still felt somewhat irritable from being pestered about you.
“Yeah, she uh…,” Eddie swallowed, setting his mug down on that awkward half wall around her desk and started picking at his nails. “She’s from Ohio. When I still lived with my dad.”
“Ahh…,” Linda raised her brows, but backed off a little. She knew his dad was a sensitive topic. She clicked her tongue thoughtfully. “Well that’s sweet of her to come here to see you, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Eddie laughed sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck again. “It’s a little weird.”
“Do you not want her here?”
“No—god, no, I mean yes. No I don’t… not want her here.”
“Mkay,” Linda hummed, having a hard time not smiling over his blushing cheeks.
“I just mean I haven’t seen her in so long, so it’s shocking, y’know? The last time I saw her she was 9. Well, she’d insist she was practically 10 since it was so close to her birthday-” Eddie rambled out that last part, rolling his eyes a little and flapping his hands out over the recent memory of your insistence that you had been 10. He let out a huff of air, then toyed with a strand of his hair to pull in front of his face as he shifted in his spot.
“But uh… yeah.”
Linda eyed him for a moment, until it all clicked into place for her. Oh he’s so cute.
“Aw, it’s strange for you to see her all grown and womanly,” She cooed.
Eddie’s face twisted as he dropped his hair from between his fingers, and might as well have gagged.
“Oh, god— do not call her womanly.”
“But it’s true! You knew her as a young girl and now she’s blossomed into a woman. Oh, Eddie-”
“Ugh, shit, I should’ve left at 5 when Thach offered,” Eddie grumbled, twisting around to bring the empty mug back into the break room.
“Just because she’s finally developed her breasts doesn’t mean she can’t be your friend anymore, dear!” Linda called after him in a manner that sounded sincere, but he could hear the edge of humor in her tone.
He grumbled to himself, trying to ignore how hot his face and ears felt. He was 25 years old. He shouldn’t have to feel this way. Part of him wished it was coming from a familial standpoint of Oh my gosh look at you, you’re all grown up, I can’t believe it! But no. No this was coming from the place of his inner adolescent self tripping up because the change in your appearance was so drastic. For all intents and purposes, you forever remained in a childhood time capsule while he continued to grow up. Then he blinked and you were showing up as a 24 year old woman, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t stupefied by it. And Linda had him figured out in record time.
He rinsed out his mug, shooting a playful glare at her when she walked in to place her mug from that morning in the sink.
“Oh don’t be so sour. I’m sure she’s just as surprised to see you all grown up.”
*
“Good to see you’re back in the land of the living,” you teased when Eddie called you later that night after work and dinner.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, phone cupped between the side of his face and his shoulder as he lit a cigarette. He inhaled deeply then let out a contented sigh, watching the plume of smoke dissipate the further it traveled through his room. He dropped his hand down that was holding the common vice between his middle and forefinger, ring finger picking at his pajama pants. “But uh… seriously. I’m sorry about that. I just… haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Oh,” you said rather simply, shifting to get more comfortable in your spot. “‘D you wanna talk about it?”
“Nothin’ to really talk about. Just have a hard time sleeping.”
“Like, falling asleep or staying asleep?”
“Uhh yes.”
You rolled your eyes and allowed him a breath of a pity laugh at his response.
“When did that start?”
“‘D you end up going to school to be a shrink or something?”
“Oh god no,” you all but dry heave, the mention making you think of that tool from your college. “I went for an education degree.”
“No shit?” His voice lilted up at the end and you could hear him following it up with a deep inhale and exhale of smoke. “So you want to be a teacher?”
“You’re avoiding the subject, Eddie.” Although to be fair—now you were too.
“Whatcha gonna do? Spank me with a ruler or somethin’, teach?” He tittered, and he was grateful that you couldn’t see how he immediately rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and silently asked the world why the fuck he just said that. The only relief from his debilitating misery was the way you laughed at his stupid comment.
“Screw off,” you giggled before sobering your tone. “No but really—is everything okay? I feel bad that you’re not sleeping.”
“Why? It’s not your fault.”
“No, I know…,” you murmured, toying with a loose thread in the motel comforter. “Just wish you didn’t have a hard time sleeping.”
“Yeah me too,” he laughed and smothered the glowing end of his cigarette into his ashtray when he was done with it. “But it’s not a big deal.”
“I could make you chamomile tea or something. That always helps me sleep,” you answer, your heart thrumming from the simple offer.
“You really want to come to my crappy place and make me leaf water?”
“Or just don’t sleep tonight. Wish you the best, Loogie.”
Eddie’s groan crackled through the old phone, and you could feel the eye roll that came with such a sound.
*
“So—oh careful it’s hot—” you murmured when he carelessly dragged the mug to his side of the countertop in his small kitchen, not wanting the tea to spill over onto his fingers.
It didn’t take much convincing for him to welcome you over to his trailer, and you were all giddy over seeing his place. He put a lot of emphasis on the fact that his home was shitty and didn’t understand your joy, but you were happy nonetheless.
“So it should help you get sleepy, and if you wanna you can make a wish when you stir it,” you grin over at him like a little kid, and he finds it endearing that you still enjoyed something as simple and sweet as making a wish. He remembered how as kids, you clung to just about every scenario that could incorporate making a wish. A lone eyelash on a cheek. A birthday candle. A dandelion. A friendship bracelet.
“If you stir clockwise you can wish for something into your life, or you can stir counterclockwise to wish something out of it,” he eyes you from where you’re settling your elbows on his counter and cradling your chin on your open palms.
“So I can… wish for a shit ton of cash or something and I’ll wake up a millionaire?” he questioned, still smiling even when you give him your best glare.
“Ha-ha,” you sneer. “No, jackass, but you can wish for abundance.”
“Abundance?”
“Yeah, like wishing for better opportunities to come your way.”
“Or I could start selling weed again,” he counters, watching the way you push away from where you were leaning into his counter.
“You’re being mean.” you complain and it feels more familiar to him than anything else.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry,” he sighs out through a light laugh. He shakes out his arms theatrically like someone preparing for a daunting task—only to lean in and grasp the handle of a small spoon between his fingers.
“You sold drugs?” you suddenly ask and his gaze flits up.
“Do you mind? Trying to make a wish over here.”
You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, but he just kept staring at you.
“What?”
“Do you have to watch me?”
“Oh I’m sorry, can you not perform while I’m looking?” you bunch up your lips into a mocking pout, and now it’s his turn to glare. “Fine.”
Once you’re turned around, you hear the occasional clink of metal against ceramic and it makes you smile until you hear the gulping that follows.
“Oh my god— it’s a cup of calming tea, not a shot of tequila,” you gasp as you turn to find him downing the liquid that was probably still scalding hot.
“Yeah no shit,” he chokes out, putting the mug that was still half full now before sticking his tongue out and looking down to try and see if he could find any evidence of the burning he felt. Between the oatmeal and the tea, his taste buds were taking a real beating today. You giggle at the ridiculous action, and then even more when his gaze turns up to you with his tongue still out.
“I’m sorry, is this funny to you?”
“Yeah,” you admit honestly, giving him a big smile through the small titters that melts his heart.
“Keep it up. We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m ditching town with a million bucks.”
“Screw off, I told you it doesn’t work that way--” you huff, reaching over to nudge his arm and it only encourages his goofiness. Eddie’s leaning into the counter as he grins over at you.
“So when does this shit kick in?”
“It’s tea, not a downer,” you counter in a patient tone and gently move the cup closer to him. “Just keep drinking it with slow sips and try to relax.”
He hums in lighthearted disappointment at it being pointed out that the tea wasn’t a strong sedative, but he already feels somewhat calmer even in all his excitement over messing with you. The scent of the chamomile and honey, and the smell of your perfume. The softer tone of voice you took on when you focused on the fact that your task was to help him relax and sleep. The familiarity of your presence even with the distance caused by time apart. The coziness of his pajamas and your matching sweatshirt-sweatpants combo.
“Remember when we were kids? And I slept over all the time?” you murmured randomly, this moment of helping him calm down to sleep directing your thoughts to that simpler time.
“Yeah,” he grinned and leaned forward on his forearms. “And my dad always insisted you stay in a sleeping bag on the floor-”
“But you let me climb into your bed if I had a nightmare,” you finished for him, blushing at the fond memory.
“If? You were always scared of the dark. You never stayed in that sleeping bag.” he chortled and dragged his mug up to his lips.
“I never got why your dad didn’t want us sharing a bed. Even now, it’s stupid. We were kids, it’s not like we thought about stuff like… like…,” you start with a laugh before trailing off as you feel a thick fog of awkward tension suddenly settle in his trailer. You clear your throat and look down at your hands.
“Just stupid. We were too young. A-and even if we had been teenagers it’s not… it’s not like…,” you sputter, internally screaming at yourself for directing the conversation this way.
“You would not have wanted to share a bed when I was in the throes of puberty,” he snorted and displayed his hand outward as if presenting scenes from his teenage years while he dramatized those last three words. You were grateful for him saving you from this mortifying moment with his sense of humor.
“The people are right: teenage boys are disgusting.”
It’s your turn now to snort and raise your brows as you concur with a simple nod.
“Which is so unfair, by the way,” he points at you after settling his mug back down from another sip. “Why do girls just get better? And we have to suffer?”
“Oh please,” you scoff incredulously. “Have you ever had a period before? A single cramp? Bled through your jeans and everyone can see?”
“Uh, have you ever gotten a random hard-on during a presentation in school?” he countered and you flinched at the idea.
“Oh god…”
“Yeah. I wanted to drop dead.”
“…What were you doing a presentation on?” you wonder after a pause for consideration, a curious smile pulling at your lips. He eyes you from under his lashes and curly bangs before looking down at what’s left of his tea as he mutters under his breath.
“I’m sorry?”
“S’lm ‘ch ‘ls.”
“Come again?”
“The Salem Witch Trials,” he finally admitted loud enough for you to hear and you throw your head back in a cackle as he buried his face in his hands. You eventually sober up enough to speak again, eyes wild with amusement.
“You got off on people being unjustly executed in Colonial America?”
“No!” he groaned, separating his hands from his face.
“No, that’s the worst part. I wasn’t even turned on by anything. It just-“ he gestured towards his groin that was hidden behind the counter. “It just did it on its own.”
“Oh that’s so humiliating.” you whisper like it’s a secret, and he huffs.
“Yeah, no kidding— will you stop smiling about it?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can. It’s too funny,” you admit with an apologetic scrunch of your nose.
“No, now we have to get even. Now I have to know something embarrassing about when you were a teenager,” He waved his hand, urging you to contribute so it was fair.
“Can’t think of anything. I was perfect,” you sighed sweetly with a hint of grandeur, hands pressed against the counter top and head tilting into your shoulder. He stared you down until you crack with a giggle.
“Uhh, let’s see…,” you hummed, looking off at a corner of his ceiling while you perused your memories. Your face is neutral and deep in thought until something clearly hits you sideways and makes you cringe.
“Well, I got pantsed in high school when I wasn’t wearing any underwear.”
“Ouch,” Eddie hissed at the memory as if it personally hurt him before he barked out a laugh. “Bad day to go commando.”
“I didn’t even mean to,” you whine, now the one hiding their face. “It was gym and I forgot another pair of underwear. I didn’t want to sit in sweaty underwear for the rest of the day so I just…”
“And someone pantsed you?” he cackled, hands hugging his cup.
“Yes,” you huff with a pout. “It was Zachary McKay.”
“He was always a tool,” Eddie muttered now, a small yawn escaping him. “Even when we were kids.”
“He had a crush on me after that, though, so I benefited from the sudden kindness for a while,” you let out a hollow laugh, as if that saved you from the humiliation of everyone seeing you half naked in gym.
“Oh god, you didn’t date him did you?” he asked like it personally pained him, and the torture wouldn’t let up until you shook your head.
“Ew, no. He just had a hard-on for me after seeing me half naked, and then he was right back to being an ass when I turned him down.”
“Good girl,” Eddie muttered casually over you not stooping low enough to entertain anyone as awful as McKay.
He didn’t even think about it, and the phrase wasn’t drawn out in that way someone would when they were being provocative, but it still nearly made you choke on your spit. You were grateful for him going around the corner of the counter and behind you to put his mug in the sink after downing what was left, so you had a chance to recover. You wanted to drop dead like a teenage boy getting an involuntary erection in the middle of a presentation.
“Sorry he was an ass to you just cause you didn’t wanna date him, though. Not that I’m surprised that he’d do that,” he muttered, walking up from behind you after abandoning the sink. He’s brushing against you for just a second and then back to his spot across from you.
“Yeah…,” you agreed breathlessly and forced yourself to look at him. “You look like you’re getting tired. Want me to leave so you can try to sleep?”
Or so I can throw myself into a pit?
“I feel bad kicking you out after you were nice enough to bring me stuff,” he reaches over to grab the box full of chamomile tea bags for emphasis. “And making it for me and everything.”
“It’s okay, really. I know you have a busy day tomorrow… I do too, actually. Not until a bit later, but…,” you trailed off as you collected your thoughts and toy with your hands. “Really. I don’t mind leaving so you can sleep.”
“Okay… but if you get any nightmares don’t call me cryin’ cause you can’t climb into my bed,” he teased while he stretched, the bottom of his band tee lifting to show a sliver of tummy.
“Oh, please,” you scoffed and he huffs out a laugh, letting his arms drop back down to his sides.
There’s a moment where that distance comes back. You forgot it still existed until it got to you leaving. Do you just say goodbye and head out? Do you hug? He doesn’t seem sure either and just kind of scratches the back of his neck while jutting his thumb towards his bedroom.
“I should probably go to my room if I wanna sleep.”
“That’s a good choice.” you snickered, placing the strap of your purse over your shoulder and starting to gravitate towards the door. “Let me know if the chamomile helps.”
“I will,” he offered you a small, charming smile as he picked at the skin of his thumb. “I uh—shit, right-”
He goes over to you now, extending an arm.
A hug. Okay. You’re gonna hug.
You wrap an arm around his torso in a half hug just as his hand lands on the screen door’s handle. The creak of old springs is too late and you already hugged him. Fuck.
“Oh I was- no. Yeah,” he stumbled over his words.
“I’m sorry I thought-”
“No, no. I-”
He briefly wrapped you up in his arms and somehow being scooped up into him was worse than if he had backed away from you. He was keeping you hostage in your own humiliation, even if he was trying to be kind. You desperately wanted to savor his body heat and his smell of tobacco, leather and cinnamon, but you can’t even do that. Not while your fight or flight is setting off alarms all throughout your body.
“Thank you for stopping by,” he rubbed your back before parting from his gesture that he felt he should’ve already been offering. “Really.”
“Any time,” you squeak out, trying to laugh off the awkward moment to seem cool and casual, but you’re probably just making it worse.
“Night, Looddie- Loog- Ed- I…Wow, I started to say one and then went with the other… and I just said Looddie… that’s great.”
You laugh again with one foot out the door, and he seemed genuine when he joined you but it didn’t stop you from wishing you could disappear in a magnificent feat of spontaneous combustion.
Once you were outside of the trailer, you felt paralyzed by your own embarrassment and deafened by the unrelenting silence of night. If it weren’t for the fact that he would hear you, you’d be smacking your head off the side of his trailer and screaming.
This was so much worse than being pantsed by Zach McKay.
*
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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 10 months
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Picture prompt masterlist #7!! You and H just finished fucking and he takes a picture to post on his close friends but her accidentally posts it to his main and quickly deletes it, but the thought of him knowing that people saw it and he just got fucked makes him kinda horny again and you tell him to turn his phone off or smth like that🥺
What a good idea! I love it!!! Hope you like the blurb! Thanks for the inspo 🫶🏻
You were catching your breath after you’d finished riding Harry’s cock. You were smiling as he peppered kisses all over your bare chest and neck. Your pussy occasionally pulsing around him since he was still buried inside you.
“Fuck that was so good…” You hummed and then kissed the side of his head, “Did it get bigger while you were away?” You asked jokingly and he chuckled.
“Nuh-uh, that’s all you, baby. So fucking tight thought I might have to stretch you out f’me all over again. Like way back then.” He said and you sighed out a little laugh.
“Wow…those were the days…” you hummed and he nodded.
“Baby?”
“Hmmm?”
“Wanna do a post-coitus portrait with me?” He asked lowly, right up against your throat and you giggled at his question and bit your lip as you pulled him out from your neck by the hair.
“Like a saucy picture?” You asked with a curious and delighted grin and he hummed and nodded yes. “Yeah, let’s do it.” You agreed easily and he smiled at you before holding you against him with one arm while leaning over to the bedside table and grabbing his phone and you watched as he actually opened up his instagram. “Wait? On social media?! You dirty, little slut!” You teased with a playful and shocked tone and he smiled bashfully at his screen.
“Yes.” He said simply as he slid over to his story. His dimple carved deeply into his cheek as he continued smiling at his reflection now. He was so pretty to look at you and you sighed dreamily in his arms. He raised the phone a bit more so that it was level with your mouths. “Kiss me. Right on my cheek.” He instructed and you smiled and leaned in. You puckered your lips and smooched him, holding still as he wiped the smile off his mouth and snapped the picture. “That’s nice.” He mused, “Do you like it?”
“Yeah. Actually I do. Gonna post it?” You asked as he looked it over a bit more.
“Can I?” He asked you and you shrugged with a smile.
“I don’t mind.” You assured.
“OK.” He hummed as he started to type something, “How’s that?” He asked and you grinned as you read his little caption: Making up for lost time 🐇🐇❤️‍🔥
“Cheeky boy.” You chuckled and watched as he pressed post and locked his phone. “H.”
“Yes, baby?”
“You posted that on your story.”
“I know.” He chuckled and then you laughed.
“No, like your regular story! Not private!” You alerteded him and his smile dropped and his eyes grew wide in concern.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“YES! I’m positive! Hurry up and take it down!” You urged and he grabbed his phone quickly and unlocked it.
“Oh, shit…shit, shit, shit, shit!” He cursed as he saw that it already had nearly 300 views, he saved it and then deleted it quickly, but he knew the damage was done. His fans acted fast. He then reuploaded it to his private and locked his phone. “Fuck, I’m sorry that’s going to be everywhere… fuck.”
“It’s OK, It’s just a kiss on the cheek, yeah? And well, the caption’s a little spicy but it’s tasteful.” You assured and he chuckled and shook his head.
“I think you’re enjoying this…”
“A little…I don’t often get to claim you publicly. It kind of turns me on.” You said softly and he grinned.
“Me too.” He grinned back and you giggled.
“Yeah, I can tell.” You said softly as you ground down against him, “Got so hard so fast.” You said and clenched your walls and he moaned into your neck.
“What if we record an audio?”
“Please put your phone down before you butt-dial your mom or something…” you advised and he chuckled.
“Fine. Fine.” He agreed and tossed his phone to the empty side of the bed. You smiled as you draped your arms around his shoulders and slightly raised your hips before lowering them back into his and he smiled at you through hazy and lust-filled eyes. “Good girl, fuck me.”
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we-are-dogclan · 4 months
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psst psst I think you accidentally reblogged something here (you don't have to post this publicly obv, just wanted to let you know just in case!)
OH YOURE RIGHT GAHAHAH SORRY
forcing my warrior cats followers to look at marx kirby gijinka <— (im brainwashing you)
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baskeigh-ball · 1 year
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Loving your seperated raph au so far! So if Raph wasn't around, Leo must be the leader up til now? How did that affect his personality?
Thanks so much! And I actually have several ideas for their dynamic without Raph that I've been exploring, so prepare for a long-winded rant because I have Too Many Thoughts
I've brainstormed a lot about how the leadership role would work with Raph out of the picture, and my consensus is that Leo isn't a full-fledged leader. Instead, he and Donnie accidentally end up as co-leaders!
And by "accidentally", I mean "Leo elects himself as leader but Donnie hates the idea of being ordered around by his slightly-older annoying twin so much that he turns it into a competition for the leadership role". Actually in this context, I'd call it more of a president/vice-president dynamic, with Leo taking charge more often and Donnie occasionally stepping up if he doesn't agree with a decision. Poor Mikey kinda ends up stuck in the middle of all this, lol.
Outside of leadership, Leo is definitely more responsible as the self-appointed oldest brother, but that responsibility is more spread out between him and his brothers than it is with canon Raph. My reasoning behind this is how he's just barely the eldest. The difference in age between him and Donnie is so small that his younger brothers feel more inclined to help him out. Overall, the trio is more mature than in canon, but not by much (this isn't one of those super serious AUs where it's all about survival and familial issues, trust me. they're still a bunch of gremlins that love each other and do as they please, they just. know how to do their chores now.)
Also side note, without Raph around to be the tank/shield that takes the big hits, the trio's missions default to stealth if they're unfamiliar with whoever they're facing. At least until they get a handle on their mystic weapons; after that they can go into fights guns-blazing in all of their unhinged glory >:] (and i'd say Donnie with his tech takes up the mantle as the "tank" of the group, i mean did u see the first episode's fight with draxum? he was the only one getting effective hits in)
Exploring their dynamic is gonna be fun, especially how Leo and Raph might clash about leadership once things start winding down and Raph is finding his place in the family. He'd definitely feel like he should be the protector, what with his size, strength, battle skills, street smarts, etc etc, but I imagine the trio would be hesitant about the idea. After all, they've survived just fine up until now. Sure, they've got a few extra scars they could've done without, but they're still kicking!
To sum it up, Leo and Donnie somewhat share leading the team while also competing to become the True Leader, then Raph comes along and unwittingly joins in on the competition while Mikey has to just Deal in the background. Wonder how long it'll take for Dr Delicate Touch to step in?
Anyways, rant over. I hope this answered your question! (and sorry if it's kinda rambly, my thoughts usually come out as word vomit and this is the first time i'm posting them publicly ('._.))
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