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thedarkonesposts · 9 months

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Obligatory omega Kylar posting…. We r also talking abt the other school love interests in abo terms cause… I neglect anyone who isn’t Kylar 😐

Kywar (omega)

Everyone can tell he’s an omega. He gets made fun of for it because of course the grimy weird kid also has to be an omega

Kylar might be an omega but he has the violent possessiveness of an alpha. He’s also mad delusional and thinks he’s secretly an alpha despite being quite breedable and tiny. Obviously he isn’t and instantly gets submissive the second an alpha is actually around.

He’s unintentionally slutty, he has no ability to control his impulses- which leads to being starry eyed and needy around every single alpha before he’s mated. He’s just a little desperate to have a mate honestly.

Cute, he’s cute.

Even more of a hopeless romantic than usual, someone needs to claim and knot him before he whimpers at the wrong person. He’s incredibly shy but his urge for romance weighs out enough that he’ll stalk alphas and stare up at them w his heavy breathing the second they’re close.

Obsessed w having pups. Does not shut up abt it, thinks he’d have the cutest babies despite hating how he looks.

Being forcefully claimed wouldn’t phase him, he’d be happy someone wants him that much tbh.

Biter. Like regular Kylar he shows love in weirdly violent ways- biting excessively is definitely one of them. Once he gets a mate it’s over, they’re going to be covered head to thigh in bite marks and hickeys so everyone knows.

Gets separation anxiety from his mate, even if it’s just for a few hours he can barely handle being away.

The master of nest making and nesting. Dude makes the coziest nests and has the best naps there. Shits built with care and love.

Runt

His omega scent works hard against his lack of showers. He smells cinnamony. Christmassy almost. Just a nice mix of spice.

Sydney (beta)

Alluring to literally anyone, alphas, betas, omegas. Everyone wants him and thinks he’s a gorgeous and perfect mate

People argue abt what he is. They think he’s too pretty and kind to be a beta or alpha but too headstrong and self assured to be an omega. He’s also strong enough people doubt it. They’d probably be shocked to find out he’s just a beta

Doesn’t understand alpha or omega instincts and has a giggle abt how desperate and crazy they seem,,,But still wants a mate and hopes being a beta won’t ruin his chances

Grew up with an omega best friend so he’s kind of picked up on cozy omega activities like nesting and scenting. He’d definitely do them with a partner whenever he got one.

Prefers omegas, despite his masochistic tendencies he doesn’t like how alphas act, it annoys him.

Literally so pretty.

Whitney (alpha)

Annoying about it, everyone knows he’s an alpha because he’s the most stereotypical asshole alpha possible.

Claims he doesn’t want a mate and doesn’t care about having one yet absolutely does.

Has tried forcefully mating several ppl just for it to reject and him to have a bitch fit over it

Would be weirdly possessive once mated, definitely also a biter. He wouldn’t let his mate go out without being bitten and scratched to hell.

Smells nice, pine maybe.

Doesn’t want pups even once mated

Robin (omega? Beta?)

Could either go omega or beta, he’d still be smaller and submissive regardless but I think he’d suit being a beta more. His submissiveness is more earned than being inherent.

He isn’t like… pathetically needy. He’s dependent and loves to cuddle but it isn’t excessive.

No matter what he is he’s getting bullied for being an omega so he might as well just be one.

Neutral on pups, he feels like he’s too young to worry about that stuff.

Bonus Eden (alpha obviously)

Did you guys know Eden and Kylar would be the perfect couple? Yeah I’m making a section for eden just to shove this down ur throats again :)!!!!

Undoubtedly an alpha, just look at him. He’s aggressive, primal, big. The mate literally any omega would want. (ESP Kylar, Kylar would be on his knees begging for a chance if they met)

Violently possessive but also very protective and loving as a mate.

Not above forcefully mating someone, and doing it over and over until it doesn’t reject

He wants pups. Badly. The satisfaction of breeding his mate would be the best feeling in the world. He’d also be more than happy to trap them at home to keep them safe during pregnancy. He’d do literally everything for them- but still ask to be bathed and fed if they could manage it.

Smells like a campfire, cozy.

If only there was some desperate, loyal, needy omega who also desperately wanted pups. That would be crazy. If only someone else could match the same level of possessiveness and delusion it takes to kidnap someone and forcefully mate them….

#yea I think Eden would kind of be like eek abt Kylar’s genetics bc he’s so runty #but he’d get over it cause Kylar is… breedable still. even a little cute #pls I want them to meet and destroy each other #they’re both so possessive and insane they’d be so happy to isolate each other and never see the outside world #anyways I also wanna see alpha whitney be all :/ no one wants me while saying he hates everyone #just for Kylar’s gross self to be like hiii I want you I want you I want you pls love me #just because Kylar is desiresble to me and Eden doesn’t mean shitney wants him tho #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #dol whitney #whitney the bully #degrees of lewdity whitney #degrees of lewdity Sydney #dol sydney #dol kylar #tsefried rambles #omega shenanigans #robin the orphan #degrees of lewdity Robin #dol Robin #eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity eden

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an-aspiration · 9 months

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Friends with benefits

Warnings: cursing, detailed smut,eating out, vaginal penetration, bully (ehh)

Summary: y/n has an attitude for anyone who tries her. She pretty much keeps to herself when she’s not with her two best friends. Carl is a victim of her mean tendencies. But he sees through the mean act and tries something with her. 2.5k words

“y/n!”

you turned around to the sound of your name.

“Y/n.. guess what ” ron breathlessly spoke.

“What? Did something bad happen?”

“No b-“

“then what?” you spat

“I was about to tell you.. there are some new people..”

New people? there hasn’t been new people in ages. You thought they stopped searching because of how dangerous it would be finding absolute strangers from the wild and bringing them inside the gates.

“Does Joan know?” Your older sister, Joan, was Deana’s “assistant” and practically made sure everything going through to Deana, went by her first.

“Yeah she’s with them right now. Come on.”

You and Ron hurried over to the main gate where the newcomers had arrived. The first thing you noticed when you got over there was the look of struggle they all had on their faces, like they’d been through hell, even Aaron.

You came up from behind the small crowd to face your sister.

“Oh! Y/n introduce yourself” she spoke

You introduced yourself by turning around to smile at the people, then leant into Joans ear and whispered “I thought we weren’t letting crazies in anymore” exponentially loud.

She gave a nervous smile and turned to you “Be nice. And you have to listen to me I am your older si-“

“Step. Step sister.” You hissed “But fine I will ‘present’ myself the way you want me to.”

You turned your body towards the crowd. “Hi, I’m Y/n. I’m just so happy to welcome you to your new home.”

In return you got a few smiles. One in particular caught your eye. A boy with shoulder length hair and blue eyes. You adjusted your sleeves nervously.

“Oh wow I see you’ve got a little one with you! We have plenty of resources like strollers, baby food, and some other things for her.” Joan exclaimed

You hadn’t even noticed the baby lying in the boys arms. Immediately star struck, you went over to them and waved. “Oh my gosh.. Hi whats her name?”

“Hi I’m Carl, her name is judith.” he said with a soft grin.

“Nice to meet you Carl.” You looked back down at judith “awh poor baby”

“what?” He said, furrowing his brow

“oh, nothing” you sighed. You walked back over to Joan to let her know you would catch up with her later then strolled back home, happy with your first impression.

The next day you found out it wasn’t as good as you thought it was.

You were laying in the grass with your two best friends, gigi and arashi. They were cutting pages out of magazines to tape on their bedroom walls while you wrote in your journal.

“Have you seen that new guy with the brown hair?” Gigi said

“Yess, I love his eyes oh my gosh.”

“Arashi you have a boyfriend” You laughed

“So.. I can’t like a guys eyes?” She rolled her eyes joining the laughter

“Whatever. But whats his name anyway?”

“It’s Carl” You replied

“I heard his last name is Grimes” Arashi said

“Hmmm thats even better than what I was imagining” you giggled

“You were imagining it?”

“Stopp! I didn’t mean it like that… well i was though”

You looked up and saw Ron walking past.

“Hey ron!” you said in between laughs

“Hey”

“Woah hold on come back. Why the cold shoulder? You busy or something?”

“No I’m not busy its just” He sighed walking back over to you “I’m good friends with Carl now and I don’t think he’d feel very appreciated if I was talking to you”

You were confused “What why?”

“He thinks you’re stuck up because you said something about judith or whatever I don’t know.. but I got to go” He continued walking away

Stuck up? where did he get that from? You were being so nice to him.

“Woww, what a jerk. I actually don’t like his eyes anymore”

“Hah yeah me either.” You scoffed

“Oh my god. oh my god” Gigi looked down

“What, What?”

“Don’t look now- Dont look at all actually, but Carl is about to walk past.”

“What!” you whispered sitting up

“Don’t make it obvious” Arashi stressed

Something sparked inside of you, deciding you didn’t just want to get walked all over on. So you looked back and stared him down.

“Ooh watch out guys, crazy coming through.” You scoffed. If looks could kill he’d be down right now by the way you were looking at him.

Arashi and Gigi played along and giggled. He gave a blank expression, avoiding eye contact and brushed his fingertips along his jacket.

“Girl you are so bad!” Gigi giggled once he was out of earshot.

Later that week everyone in Alexandria was invited to a party to welcome all the new people.

“y/n are you ready yet, we have to go” Joan yelled from downstairs “Gigi and Arashi are waiting outside”

You did another coat of mascara before replying “Yeah coming!”

You all walked over to Deanas house in the warm evening air. You four entered the house and were greeted with a joyous scene of laughter and mingling. You nervously cracked your knuckles looking around.

“Ooh guys look a snack table” Gigi exclaimed

you all departed from Joan disappearing into the kitchen and pilling snacks onto one big plate.

“This is always nice you know. These little gatherings always make my day better. Remember the fourth of July one last year?” Arashi rambled

“How could I forget, it was so fun. I wish we could have lit fireworks but we all know how that would have went.” You said

“Yeahh”

You turned away from the countertop to see if Joan was having fun but you were immediately bumped in the shoulder by Carl going past.

“Watch where you’re going Carl”

“pfft” he kept walking toward the table where Ron Mikey and Enid sat

“Ron is such a hypocrite” Gigi said

“Yeah whatever we weren’t even that close anyway though so I dont care”

A part of you felt bad, because you knew you were only doing this to feel some sort of control over the fact that those people gave you a scary feeling like they were gonna cause something bad. Sometimes you even felt short of breath thinking of what would happen if something did happen in Alexandria, but a part of you hoped that carl would be the one to save you in that situation. He could be kinda hot when he was angry.

But you felt creepy and weird thinking like that because you knew after all this he would only hate you, even if you couldn’t help it.

Later that week

“Hey” you were snapped out of your thoughts by Joan.

“Yeah you. Come help load some stuff in again. I’ll be at Deana’s but Carl will help you again this time.”

“You’re joking right?”

“I’m not, just be nice okay? I probably won’t be back for a few hours we have some discussion to take care of, Love you”

“Whatever. Love you too”

You groaned as you got up to greet the one and only Carl. You could hear him struggling downstairs with something heavy.

“Hey careful with that!” You stated upon realizing he was trying to haul a mini sofa in by himself.

“I’ve got it”

“Yeah, no you don’t.”

You took the other side and almost successfully got it into the living room before he dropped his end, causing you to drop yours and smashing your pinky toe.

“OW” you heaved lifting up your foot “LOOK WHAT YOU DID DUMBASS ITS PROBABLY BROKEN”

“SORRY” he scrambled over to the freezer to get an ice pack “HERE”

It helped a lot and the pain started tremendously going down but the swelling was still there.

“Christ I need to lie down”

“It’s not even that serious”

“I need to lie down!!” you sharply said

“Okay fine here” He went to your un-wounded side and clung on to you helping you up the stairs into your bedroom.

“Ughhh”

“Is it that bad?” he was confused

“Yes it’s that bad. You know why? Because you did it and I don’t like you.”

“Yeah how could I forget you’ve reminded me everyday I’ve been here about how much you apparently don’t like me”

“Apparently? trust me I one hundred percent dont like you. You said I was stuck up and now look what you’ve done. I could break your ugly face in!” You said standing up. You took the liberty to get close to him and take a swing to slap him.

Before you could hit him, he caught your wrist.

“You’re pathetic.” he said squinting

“I am not. Just because you got me there doesn’t mean anything.” you sat down and crossed your legs

“Not just that.” he said

“Not just that? yeah what else?”

he went silent.

“I read it.”

“Read what..?” you froze

“your journal. It was open and I read it. You dont cross your legs and bite your lip out of spite. it’s because you like me, and you hate yourself for it.”

“You read my journal..??!” Your eyes widened and you took a step back. “When did you-“

“Last time I was here, you bailed and it was just sitting on the counter- open. I wanted to know what your fucking problem was.”

“I don’t like you!”

“really? Because you wrote a lot of lewd things about me in there. listen to yourself, seriously. You spend so much time pretending to hate me because of one thing I said, that you don’t even consider what I really think about you.”

He pulled you by your wrist and kissed you, deep. You guys went on no more than twenty seconds. Once he pulled away you stood frozen in shock.

“If you ‘don’t like me’ why did you kiss me back?” he challenged

“fuck it” you pulled him in and kissed him running your hands over his neck and into his hair.

He bit your lip and you pulled back out of surprise.

“ow what the fuck” as you were distracted he pushed you slightly onto your bed. As he was leaning back in you grabbed a hold of his belt loop. He hummed through the kiss. He began giving pecks to your neck and collarbone while tugging on your shirt.

“Carl…”

he knew what you wanted.

“Can I?” He was referring to your shirt.

“Yes” you whispered

He motioned to put your arms up and he slid your t-shirt off. His eyes wandered, approving of your bra.

He continued on taking off his shirt, then your jean shorts leaving you almost nude. He brushed his fingers along the sides of your bra before reaching behind to unclasp it, tossing it to the side.

His attention went back to your eyes, and he paused. “god your beautiful”

you felt like you melted right there on the spot.

“I-“

He noticed your loss for words and just continued looking you in the eye while he slowly grazed his hand down from your chest to your panty. He slid it off in seconds and you felt the cold air hit you.

“Please”

“Please what?” he mocked

“please… um touch me”

As soon as those words left your mouth he brought his fingers down to your clit and started rubbing small circles. You began to moisten even more than you already were.

“Oh god”

“fuck your pent up aren’t you?”

you nodded “Just relax for me ,i’ll make it feel good.”

Everything he said was stimulating you in ways you didn’t even know were possible making your breath go short.

He went in and started planting kisses on your clit.

You exhaled as the pleasure built.

“open your legs a little wider”

as you spread he began to lick up and down your cunt.

“that feels so good” you whimpered

He pushed his tounge into you and when your breath got heavier he hummed in approval. You were getting closer and he could tell.

“are you gonna come?”

“God yes”

he fastened his pace and added his thumb back onto your clit.

“ yes yes yes..”

He kept going until he found the spot that made you grind against his face.

“Oh carl god..” You dissolved into the pleasure as your vision started fading to black. The orgasm shook you as he worked you through it.

Your breath slowed down and he sat back up.

“Wow.”

“Your thighs are shaking so much.”

“Yeah” you panted.

You pulled him in for a lazy kiss, still dazed from what he just did to you.

You noticed his breath deepening and noticed the bulge in his pants. You moved your hand down to start working on his belt and zipper. Once only in his boxers you took a deep breath to prepare as his dick sprung out. You started running your hands up and down getting a low groan from him.

“Are you sure?” he asked

“Yeah I am, are you?”

“Yeah”

He positioned himself in line with your slit. He slowly slid in until he was all the way in. He waiting a second before the expression on your face rested before beginning to slide in and out at a medium pace.

You were both stuck in a euphoric state.

“Fuck”

You ground into him with his thrust causing that pressured feeling to come back.

“Damn do that again”

You both began to move in unison. Moans and pants filled the dimly lit room. Your legs began to ache in the position you currently were in.

“I wanna be on top.”

“What?”

“Let me ride you please”

He paused before getting from on top of you and laying against the bed frame. You climbed on top of him and slid it back in immediately finding your rhythm. You dug your nails into his arms from the way this position made you feel absolutely filled.

“Your doing so good for me”

His praise made your walls clench around him, a sign you were getting close.

“I Mmm-“

“I know, me too” he said breathlessly

You continued straddling him back and forth at a fast pace. You moaned so loud he leant in to silence you with a kiss, sliding his tounge in.

He once again hit your good spot making you gasp and form and O with your mouth.

“Oh my god” You came undone for the second time with him coming soon after. You laid your head and arms on his shoulders catching your breath. He ran his fingers through your hair gently before lifting you up and resting your back on the bed.

“Are you leaving?”

He snickered “You’re so needy even when I just fucked you”

“Don’t be mean”

“I’m not leaving. I’m just getting my clothes back on, so i can go downstairs and get you something to eat before we continue bringing your stuff inside.” He smiled

“Oh okay hurry please”

“Yeah”

You shivered bringing your head down onto the mattress with a thump. Wow. You looked over and saw your clothes laying across the floor you went to pick them up and get dressed as well, since you probably only had about an hour until Joan would be back and you still had furniture laying around downstairs.

You wobbled downstairs to see Carl with two mugs with ramen. Your favorite.

“How did you know I like ramen?”

“Your journal”

“oh.. right” you giggled

Once Joan was back you were both laying on the couch snuggled up and asleep.

“Hey!” she clapped

“Oh! hey Joan”

“You guys uh tired?”

“Yeah we just- well we did a lot of heavy lifting”

“Oh yeah? That couldn’t have taken the full three hours. What else did you guys do? Thought you would’ve kicked him out hours ago”

“Oh you know we were just talking and stuff” Carl replied “I should probably get home but I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“Okay”

While Joan wasn’t looking he gave you a quick kiss before heading out.

A/N!!!

Crazy? i was crazy once…

sigh. please request something and thanks for all the people who are reading I really appreciate you!! this was for the smut girlies I see you dw🩶

#carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl grimes angst #carl grimes fic #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x you #carl grimes you #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes imagine

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piratefishmama · 5 months

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Fake it till you Make it | Part 20

So now, he was sat in a car, with a rich older man.

To some little queer boys, this would be a dream come true, especially since the older man wasn’t half bad in terms of looks, that all American square jaw, strong nose, the works. Plus… rich.

But this wasn’t a rich older man whisking him away, no, this was Steve Harrington’s regularly absent father taking him grocery shopping.

It’d been a wild day.

“So…” Eddie didn’t do well with silence. Silence never sat right with him. Had to fill it somehow, be it with silly noises, random singing, or conversation with any person in his vicinity. “They uhm, they do that often?”

“It’s a family thing, I think we’re all as bad as each other.” At least he was self-aware, the eldest Harrington still watching the road as they drove through the small town, he knew where he was going though, each turn done as if he’d driven the route enough to do it blindfolded. “Lynda’s a lawyer so, that should explain that” loved being right, it was her job to be right, even if she was actually wrong, she had to make out like she was right and she did it well. “I’m a middle child” explained both everything and nothing at all, “and Steven… I think he got a little bit of both of us. I’d have thought you’d be used to that though, since you’re dating him.”

“Ah-haha, I mean… don’t get me wrong, I’ve always known about Steve’s uhm… how to phrase this… mean girl streak?” John snorted a little laugh, emboldened, Eddie continued, “he’s like everyone’s disappointed mother, always with the little—” Eddie shifted in his seat, just about managing to put his hands on his hips and cock them weirdly in place “pose that he does when he’s oh so very disappointed in you. I used to thrive on it back in high school, whenever he’d catch Tommy H or the other basketball goons bullying the kids, he’d just stand there like he’d caught his kids with their hands in the cookie jar, an they’d actually just… cower, like he could actually do anything to them. It was the funniest shit I’d ever seen.”

It'd actually been quite the surprise when that’d happened the first time, it didn’t happen often, Steve had been a douchebag, not the ‘shove your head in a toilet’ kind of douchebag, or the ‘shove Gareth in a locker’ kind of douchebag.

No, he was the mega bitch douchebag who could flash a smile and drop every set of panties in his immediate vicinity, he was the douchebag who KNEW he could do that. Who carried himself high with the knowledge, lording it over everyone without… ever actually lording it, it was a presence kind of thing. An attitude.

And maybe, occasionally, he’d have been the douchebag who didn’t really see anyone unless he wanted to see them, didnt really pay any attention to those not on his radar, those not in his friend group, which led to many an accidental shoulder check, which had in turn led to Eddie’s own personal little vendetta because he’d lost one of his prized mini figs to the underside of the Hawkins High trophy case when Steve had walked by a little too close and shoved him just hard enough to send Eddie’s shit flying.

Had just kept walking as if he hadn’t even seen him. Asshole.

It was only when he’d first been seen hanging around Wheeler that his personality had shifted toward something reasonably human. Thanks Wheeler, the sacrifice of your time and patience hath created a god among men.

��So he was never… bad then?”

“Nah” no sense bad mouthing the boyfriend, that wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Real Prince Charming in a perfectly pressed polo shirt. He’s amazing, sir… you have nothing to worry about with Steve, he’s… one in a million.” Now anyway.

“Good. Good.” And then he fell silent, the quiet stretch lasting nearly five minutes with only the faint music playing on low volume from the radio to fill that silence, until the eldest Harrington pulled the car into a quiet carpark, and parked. “Here we are!” Oh thank Christ.

“We can't keep doing this.” Steve was the first one to speak up during their mutual living room silent treatment, finally looking at this mother after nearly an hour of watching a gentle snowfall that’d started outside. He hoped it wouldn't get heavier before Eddie got back.

“I have no idea what you—”

“Mom.” Steve cut her off, his eyes sharp and tone firm. “We can’t keep doing this. This bickering, this who’s right who’s wrong shit, we’ve gotta stop, at least here.” If not for their own sanity, but for the image he was giving Eddie of his family life.

Of what he might possibly maybe be getting himself into if Steve could actually swing a real relationship by the end of the week. The chances of him saying yes were already pretty farfetched, but if Steve’s parents were their worst selves…

Why would Eddie want to subject himself to that long term?

She paused, expression unreadable, something she’d mastered years ago for the court room, then she sighed. “I know, Steven.” She sighed heavily “Sometimes I forget that you’re a grown up now, that you can argue right back and actually stand your ground.” It only felt like yesterday when he was tugging uncomfortably at the little bowtie they used to make him wear for special occasions, all dressed up looking up at them with those big hazel eyes of his. His childhood only felt like yesterday. “I miss when you were cute and just did as you were told” she sniffled. Back when his parents had been there regularly before their duties had pulled them away. Before distance had strained them and they missed everything. Steve rolled his eyes but said nothing as his mother continued “Anyway, i agree. I think I’d prefer it if Eddie didn’t go away from this trip thinking John to be the most mature of us.”

“God, could you imagine?” Steve shook his head to free himself of the truly harrowing thought, allowing the subject to change. “I really like him, Mom... I didn’t expect to at first, not enough to want something long term with him anyway...” He’d thought it’d be easy to just pretend with him at first, but Eddie just had this... thing about him, Steve didn’t really know how to explain it, he just felt like home. Maybe it should have been alarming as to how fast that’d happened but... Steve had always rushed into things, funnily enough he didn’t think Eddie minded. “So I’d really like it if he liked all of us by the end of this, an if he only likes Dad cause of our bullshit, I think I might just disown the both of you.” The last part said in jest but... god he’d never let it go.

He’d lockjaw it until the end of time, would take it out on special occasions and shake it in their faces like look what you did. Look at what you cost me.

“Honestly, sweetheart I think I’d disown myself.” Lynda laughed, the air finally lightening up a little between them. “Here, how about we go see if the maintenance men pilfered the wine cellar? I’m positive Mags was hiding a damn good red down there among the cabernet that I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want to go to waste...”

“Well... we probably should check it... just in case, y’know? For security reasons.” Not that he actually doubted the integrity of the maintenance crew, they’d been employees for years, they’d known his grandparents, had worked for them in their later years when time had started to catch up to them, and a steady gig passing through generations wasn’t something to scoff at.

“Security, absolutely.” But then, the contents of the wine cellar alone was probably worth more than the actual house, so… better double check.

For security reasons.

Part 22

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #Just what are Eddie and John going to come home to i wonder lmao

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twisted-lover-boys · 7 months

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Hey! It's me again! I have a request if you don't mind... Could you do a little headcanons with Azul dating a shark merperson? Their boyfriend/partner will be two times bigger underwater than on surface and their height on the surface is... lets just say... very tall. A little shorter than Leech twins, but still very tall. And lets add sharp teeth for them and narrow and vertical pupils. Lets give them a bad vision because if I know that correctly, sharks have a bad vision but they can sense smells well. Hmmm... and what about... I dunno like... they made a pinky promise in childhood that this shark merperson will protect Azul from bullies and Azul will be their friend forever no matter what?

If you don't like the idea, be free to decline my request!

(I'm sorry for my English I'm just usually talking in my home language and it's Kazakh so I'm sorry if I have grammar mistakes...)

The octopus and the shark

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shark shark shark shark SHARK

And don’t worry dear! Your English is fine!

But, as a biologist and local shark lover, let me shill to you rq. Sharks have amazing eyesight (10x better than a human’s), can smell prey up to a mile, and can hear lower frequencies than humans, some types of sharks are protective and faithful to their partners, and sharks have somewhere between 5-15 rows of sharp teeth which equates to up to 300 teeth!

Anyway, here ya go! I went absolutely ham since you gave me so much to work with so it’s pretty long

I’ll just place this here

Have fun!

Sorry I popped off

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Azul has known you since his childhood years. You often stayed close together since the kids at your school didn’t treat y’all well

He was a chubby little octopus while you were a tall shark, practically two times his size

You, like the tweels, were feared by other students. Your towered over many of your classmates, your sharp teeth always managed to peak out in your smile, and your huge pupils often scared other kids

Because of that, it prevented you from making many friends in elementary. Well, that was until Azul

You often protected him from bullies and the like. You didn’t really have to do much, you just stood there and growled and they’d go running like little minnows

And you only grew bigger from there. You were practically the size of a young teenager once you hit middle school and during the acceptance of NRC, you were the size of an adult shark

As you grew, as did your love for the little octopus you had called a friend for many years. Little did you know that he also felt the same. All it took was a little push from the tweels and then you ended up together

When it was time to go to NRC, you’d all have to adopt a human form in order to go. Good thing there were people willing to support merpeople living on land

On land though, your size was significantly smaller just like the tweels. You still had some good height but it wasn’t even comparable to your underwater form

Even though your height was cut from you, you still retained your sharp teeth and large pupils, though your irises were more visible so you looked somewhat human

Sadly, Azul didn’t gain any height from his transformation and he ended up needing glasses on the surface because of that. Oh well, he still looked cute to you

You and the tweels ended up acting as Azul’s “body guards” though you ended up actually garnering the title while the tweels were his “hit men” so to speak

Even though you’re seen as this big, rough, tough, mean dude, you still held your soft spot for Azul and show it as such

You love giving him little cheek and forehead kisses whenever you can. During your shift as the lounge, while he’s working on contracts, or even during the school day. Whenever it’s possible, you do it

Although Azul doesn’t show it much, he’s a big cuddler. From small hugs and hand holding to literally wrapping his body around yours, he just likes being close to you

Now, how about some events!

Azul really wanted you on his team during beans day because you were absolutely perfect. Your sheer height, you athletic ability, your amazing sight, hearing, and smell, literally his ticket for an easy win

On Halloween, you shine even more! Your appearance only adds to your costume and the scare routine they had for the magicam monsters. It honestly made it more fun

During the endless night and while Azul is being possessed by a ghost, he honestly worried about you. Were you taken as well? Did you get possessed? You were hurt? He didn’t dare think about it

Oh, the joy he felt when he finally saw you in this twisted ghost world. He did not leave your side for the rest of the night, before or even after the party

Lastly, the masquerade. Azul was absolutely floored by your masquerade look. You looked so handsome! He just wanted to spend the entire festival and party with you. Also, please help him with keeping up with the very energetic freshmen

However, once the flowers ravaged the city, he was quick to make sure that you were okay and prevented you from using your magic. If you don’t end up going with him to the tower, he will endlessly worry over you and if you end up loosing your magic. Don’t worry, you don’t because I say so

Azul always wondered how he managed to meet someone like you…

. . .

“Hey, what’cha doing?” Azul suddenly looked up from his pot, startled by the sudden voice above him.

You were above him, sharp smile and wide pupils just staring down at him. You were rather big for an elementary school boy since your head barely fit the top of the pot.

He could easily tell that you were a shark yet you showed no malice towards him like the other kids. But that doesn’t mean he’ll immediately trust you.

“N-Nothing! Go away!” The little octopus shouted. You only pouted in response.

“Aww, come on! I just wanna see!” You whined. Azul felt he wouldn’t get much done with you hovering over him so he decided to just tell you.

“Well…I-I’m learning magic.”

That was yesterday during recess. When he went back into his pot again to work, he was suddenly pushed over and pulled out of his pot.

A couple of the bullies from class stood over him, pointing and laughing at him, saying that he’d ink them if they got too close. He could easily recognize half of them. His heart hurt, he could feel the tears start pooling in his eyes

“Get away from him!!”

Someone yelled. A sand cloud formed. The bullies started screaming and running away, some were even scratched or forming bruises on their arms or faces.

When the could settled, a familiar face stood in front of him, holding his hand out to him. It was the shark from yesterday. You.

He hesitated in taking your hand, but did so nonetheless. You helped him sit up and even lifted his pot back upright.

“Are you okay? Those stupid kids, they didn’t hurt you, did they?”

The worry in your voice, the concerned look on your face…why?

“Why…did you help me?” The answer seemed simple.

“Because it’s not right for people to treat others like that just because they’re different! It’s stupid! They’re stupid for thinking that way!”

It was such a passionate answer from you.

“Thank you.” The little octopus said. You smiled, your sharp teeth and multiple rows showing. Now you didn’t seem so scary, not that you ever were to him.

“Hey, if I promise to protect you from the bullies, can we be friends?” The wonder and curiosity in your eyes charmed the octopus. Azul had no choice.

“Sure. Let’s be friends. Your name?”

“Oh! It’s…”

———

“Azul! You okay?”

Azul snapped out of his daydream. He was in his office, a small pile of contracts in front of him. You were standing in front of him, still as tall as ever.

“You were daydreamin’ again, weren’t you?” Your eyes, pupils still wide even back then, and teeth poking out like fangs, showed a concerned look on your face. You really haven’t changed.

“Oh, y-yes, I’m fine, dear. Just thinking…”

You knew what he was thinking of. As much as you knew how he wanted to forget those years of his life, you didn’t. They were a part of him. You wanted him to accept that.

“Hey, I kept my promise didn’t I? Even now as we’re older, I still intend to protect you from anyone willing to hurt you. You believe me, right?”

Oh, how could he resist your adorable face.

“Of course I do, dear. I haven’t forgotten it.”

Azul brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles before standing up from his desk. He walked around the side before facing you, letting you place small kisses on his cheek and forehead before reaching his lips.

As much as Azul wanted to continue, you both had work to do.

“Finals are coming up. It’s time for the plan.”

You nodded in response. As he grabbed the contracts and walked out of his office, you trailed behind not too far from him. You smiled. You were glad his years of hard work were being kind to him, even though he still had much to learn.

Maybe he would, one day.

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x male reader

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whatlovelybones-if · 1 year

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How would the j react to MC dying 🤭 I'm sorry, I'm in the mood for some angst. I loved the demo and can't wait to meet the rest of the ROs

uhh 😶 you can have a hypothetical situation instead haha...

the night is cold, and the breeze gently tickles your skin as you snuggle close to your dark-eyed lover. their arms tighten around you protectively and you whisper a quiet thanks. a kiss on your cheek was the reply you got, making you smile involuntarily.

“you know,” you begin, trying to find the words, “lately, i’ve been feeling really... tired.”

J frowns, adjusting themself to look at your directly. “what do you mean, jagiya?”

you smile at the nickname, before the mood turns somber again. “i’ve been running for so long. i feel so exhausted and drained.” you let out a long sigh. “i wonder what it’d be like to just give up.”

J shakes their head in disbelief. “i’ve known you for ages and i also know you’re not the type to just ‘give up’.” their eyes turn soft. “talk to me, jagiya. what’s wrong?”

you stay quiet, looking ahead into the twinkling lights of the town on the outskirts of the woods. you sometimes wondered if you could live like that. peacefully and happily with no care in the world. have a family with J and build a life together. live behind white picket fences and never have to worry about the blood trails you leave catching up to you.

“when i die, will you bring flowers to my grave?”

you’d imagined it was just a simple question. a result of your melancholic musing as you come in terms with your own mortality and the dark shadow of uncertainty in your future. what you didn’t expect was to be startled by a small sniff coming from J.

you whip around, eyes filled with concern. J was crying. you hadn’t seen them cry since middle school, since they had vowed to you that they’d be strong enough to take care of themself and you. that version of J seemed to exist so long ago that the tears in their eyes transport you back to that place. suddenly, you’re both just two broken teenagers who only had each other through the bad grades, parental disappointment, school bullies, everything.

“you can’t,” J manages to say, tear-filled eyes looking at you with a pleading look. “you can’t just leave, jagiya. i love you. please don’t say that.”

you try to force out a smile, but your cheeks feel heavy and you have a feeling they’d know that you were faking it anyway.

“it’ll be okay,” you simply say, trying your best to sound upbeat and reassuring. “time will heal everything.”

“don’t say that like you’ve already decided!” J snaps, burying their head in their hands. “don’t talk like you’ve already accepted it! i won’t let it happen!”

“oh, love.” you wrap your arms around their trembling frame, the gentleness of the gesture making J calm down a little.

“you’re all i have,” they mumble, voice shaky and thick with overflowing emotions. “you’re all i’ve ever known, jagiya. i don’t want you to go.”

“the feeling is mutual, love,” you place a kiss on their head. “i can’t bear the thought of ever leaving you.”

“so don’t go,” they say as they lift up their head and cup your cheeks, resting your foreheads together. “stay here. stay with me.”

“i’ll try, darling. for you. for us.”

a simple answer, but somehow it meant the world to J. their shoulders sag in relief as if they’d been carrying the weight of the whole world ever since you’d ask them the first question.

a comfortable silence fills the air before J leans in and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. it doesn’t last for too long, but somehow you feel all the emotions they poured into it. the sadness. the anxiousness. the slightest bit of happiness at your reassurance.

“i will,” J says after a while of you silently staying in each other's arms. you turn to look at them quizzically.

“i will bring you flowers. the ones you’ve always loved. i will change them everyday. i will read you your favourite books. i will write you songs and play them for you. i will bring your favourite records to listen to. i will stay at your grave even when everyone’s gone. i will keep you alive in my heart and head. i will spend my whole life loving you, even when you’re gone.”

their voice and eyes are filled with nothing but an indescribable amount of love and adoration, filling you with a warmth like the sunlight kissing your skin. “and when i die, i’ll be buried beside you, our graves just a kiss away from each other. i will reach you wherever you are and love you in my death as much as i do in this life of mine.”

#asks #why did this make me so fucking emo lmfao #boi you wrote this yourself💀#i’m a clown sometimes frfr #what lovely bones #bonnie nonnie #ro: j park #ro scenarios

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dawnagustd · 2 years

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peaches || jjk

↠ title: peaches ↠ pairing: jungkook x black!female reader ↠ genre: smut | fwbs | boxer kids/legacies | secret relationship ↠ summary: Jungkook can’t keep his hands to himself, or his mouth. ↠ rating: 18+ ↠ word count: 1k ↠ warnings: strong language | suggestive language | reader with the cake I wish I had lol | Jungkook is nastyyy(with motherfucking 3 y’s) | pussy eating(from the back) | ass eating | she twerks on Jungkook’s face | face riding | grinding | spanking/ass slapping | Jungkook obviously loves some ass | overstimulation | light hair pulling | clit biting ↠ author’s note: Oops! I dropped something. So, I was talking with a reader about this and she was like, “please do a black!reader”(okay it wasn’t said that nicely but that’s my homegirl so I let her bully me into writing this). I did try to stop myself though. But @sweetestofchaos and @jjksblackgf put their feet on the gas and said go for it. That’s how we got here. I honestly wanted an excuse to write a black reader with locs anyway so I thought adding my own twist to boxer!jk would be perfect. Also, shoutout to @btsgotjams27 for bringing the prompt on our radar.

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“Jungkook, maybe you should stop now before you get hard,” you suggest, leaning against the ropes as you bite into your peach.

Jungkook continues to take light jabs at your ass to watch it jiggle while whispering, “too late.” Only five minutes ago, he was trying to pull you into the locker room, but unfortunately, you’re strict about following your trainer’s orders.

He knows there won’t be any sex until he knocks out his next opponent.

You hear him remove his gloves and toss them before he comes closer.

“I can’t help it,” he groans, stopping only to press his boner against you. “It’s so soft and juicy.”

His lips tease your ear while you squirm and try to look around for any employees that may still be here at this hour. If anyone found out that the Jeon’s son was fucking the daughter of one of the greatest boxers in the world, a skilled fighter herself, they’d use it against him during trash talk in the ring.

You scoff. “And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t be looking at it. You need to stay focused.”

“I am. But it’s hard; I’m starving. Gimme a bite.”

You turn your peach on the unbitten side and bring it to his lip, but Jungkook shakes his head instead of eating your fruit.

“Nah, I wasn’t talking about that peach,” he smirks.

“Then what—”

Oh.

Jungkook’s reaches between you, and he grabs your ass. Your hand covers your mouth to keep the squeak you let out confined. Your food falls to the floor when he begins to massage your flesh. It turns out this fast isn’t only affecting him.

“I wanna taste you,” he whispers through his mischievous smile.

“We can’t. What about your fight?”

“Last time I checked, I have a fight coming up, not you,” he reasons. “Which means I’m not allowed to catch one… But you definitely can.”

Fuck.

His bulge is wedged between your cheeks, causing you to have thoughts you know you shouldn’t be having.

“I can drop to my knees right now and—”

“Jeon,” you warn.

He continues to tease. “Oh, we’re formal now?... After everything we’ve done to each other?”

“You need to chill. We’re too exposed out here.”

“Never stopped us before,” he argues. “Remember? I’ve already fucked you all over this ring.”

Jungkook waits for you to stop him while his fingers trace the white trimming of your coral shorts, but when you don’t, he pulls your bottoms above the curve of your ass. His warm palm finds your skin, and he squeezes gently.

Your head hits his sweaty chest when he pulls your locs.

“So,” he proposes, making you hiss when he slaps your butt. Your teeth clench together to suppress the noise. “Can I?”

Without any hesitation, you allow him to feed your needs.

“You better not touch yourself either,” you warn.

Jungkook responds by dropping to his knees. He immediately buries his face between your globes and inhales your essence.

“Why would I touch myself when you got all this ass for me to squeeze?”

His hands knead your flesh, and he spanks you again, the sound ricocheting through the empty gym.

You look back at him. “Why are you so nasty?”

“Because it’s fun,” he responds. “...and you like it.”

Jungkook moves your shorts out of his way and spreads your globes. You place your knee on the ropes so he can gain more access to your center. Your panties are the only thing stopping him from feasting on you, but soon they’re shoved to the side along with your tiny shorts.

He goes directly for your slit and laps up any juices his tongue collects. Moans leave your lips every time he comes in contact with your sensitive clit. Jungkook hears your cries and redirects his focus to your bundle of nerves with the intention of nothing but satisfying you.

“Fuck. I’m coming.”

Your cries only power his drive, and his soft lips suck in your clit with an audible slurp. The lewd sounds fill your ears but do not bring you any shame. You ride his face, and Jungkook encourages you to work harder.

The tension in your stomach finally snaps when he nibbles on your clit, creating an intense orgasm that ripples through your body. Your release is accompanied by your cries of pleasure, calling out Jungkook’s name like it’s a prayer.

Jungkook grabs your waist to keep you in place as he’s milking you for all you’re worth, not caring about your oversensitivity or whining. He cleans you up when he’s done with your pussy, but still, he doesn’t want to leave.

“We should–oh…”

Instead of getting up, he buries his face between your globes again, and this time, you don’t hold back. You put your other foot on the floor and reach back to grab his slightly wet messy hair.

Jungkook’s muffled moans send vibrations to your pussy as you rub your ass all over his face, imagining your favorite song is playing in your head. Your hand brings him in deeper, but he doesn’t complain. He licks and teases your rim until you tap his shoulder and persuade him to calm down.

“I think we better stop before I get worked up again,” you warn, and Jungkook reluctantly abandons your ass and rises to his feet.

He fixes your clothing while he leaves kisses on your neck and cheek. You turn and steal one back, making him reveal his boyish smile.

“Hear me out,” he starts, but you shut him down.

“Nope.”

“Let me just stick it in—”

“No, Jungkook!” you yell.

You wiggle your way out of his arms and climb out of the ring, waving at him while you grab your things.

“Don’t stay in here too late. You still need your rest,” you tell him. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

Jungkook mutters. “I’m coming too.”

“What was that?” You turn around and ask.

He shakes his head.

“Nothing.”

“Oh, okay,” you reply, but you did hear him.

That’s the exact reason you will be taking your shower at home instead. He still has a fight to win.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts x reader #btsdreamcourt #bangtanbathhouse #bangtansorciere #bts fanfics #jungkook fanfics #bts imagines #jungkook imagines #sugakookitty

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sommerregenjuniluft · 8 months

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@jegulus-microfic august 29 — walk — 1197 words —mention of sex but only because wolfstar are being desperate little shits aka summer holiday shenanigans

James hears Regulus quietly humming to himself where he’s walking a few paces in front of him, letting his fingertips slide against the sun warmed metal of the fence separating the property from the sidewalk.

They’re on their way to the little mart around the corner, more specifically the pizza place adjacent to it.

“Cheaper that way,” Sirius had mumbled into Remus’ mouth while they continued to suck at each other’s faces. Meaning, cheaper than with extra delivery fee, meaning leave us alone it’s about to get very not-PG13.

Regulus had started to look increasingly horrified and James had thought they deserved half an hour to themselves since Remus had only just gotten home from a week-long hike with his dad. They’d started to lean horizontally on their towels next to the pool when Sirius had blindly fumbled for his wallet and thrown sixty bucks in the general direction of his little brother and James and so they were on dinner duty while the other two made up for missed time.

James had quickly grabbed his smokes from the garden table and slipped into his old Adidas slides while Regulus had already fled for the front gate.

He lights himself one now before he slips the pack back into his swimming trunks. Regulus throws a glance over his naked shoulder at the sound of the lighter and lets himself fall back to sidle up next to James.

James grins as his cheeks hollow around the inhale and Regulus keeps looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

They both know Sirius would rather throttle him before he lets Regulus bum a cigarette but James had always had a weak spot for the younger boy.

Regulus shamelessly uses that for his advantage, of course.

Blinks dark lashes up at James with those icy blue eyes of his and the faintest layer of freckles dotting his regal, sunkissed nose and simply plucks the cigarette right out of James’ mouth before he can inhale properly a second time.

“Those aren’t good for you, y’know,” Regulus says matter-of-factly and then brings them to his own lips, humming obscenely around the first drag.

James’ lips twitch amused as he tries reaching for the smoke again, “Oh, and they are for you, right?”

Regulus leans away as he continues to suck in greedily, “Ah-huh,” voice husky around the lung full of smoke before blowing it out, “I’m younger than you, old man. My body can easily take it.”

James hums, grin widening, “Oh, yeah,” moves in closer and ducks his head, delighted in the hitch of Regulus’ breath, “What else can your body take?”

Regulus glares at him through the flush intensifying his sunburn, “Wouldn’t you like to know, Potter?”

James steals his cigarette back, “And what if I said I did?”

Regulus does a little growling noise that James finds startlingly sexy. Not his fault Regulus looks so edible when he’s flushed.

James snickers before he takes another long drag and then passes it back over to Regulus who takes it immediately. “How about a Thank you?”

“I literally hate you.”

“Sure you do, love,” James smiles and then pushes a palm against the warm dip of Regulus’ back to steer him around to the pizza place he nearly walked past, “Now, chop chop. Daddy is hungry and the pineapple doesn’t slice itself.”

What can James say, he craves Hawaii today.

“Most vile, revolting, disgusting, heinous—

“Oh, that one’s new.”

“—horrendous, appalling person on earth.”

They place their order, which they’re told takes 20 minutes so they decide to head over into the little grocery store because Regulus craves fruit suddenly and James could do with something cold to drink anyways.

Regulus bullies James into buying a whole pint of blueberries,

“You’re going to get a stomach ache.”

“No, I won’t. I know what I’m doing, Potter.”

“Yeah, ’cause you know so well what your body can and can’t take, don’t yo— Ouch! Fuck, Reg, that was hard. Heh, apropos hard, when you were bent down at that shelf earlier—”

“Don’t fucking test me, James.”

and James retaliates by digging his refridged beverage chilled fingers into Regulus’ slightly sunburnt shoulders just when they exit the store.

He makes a high-pitched yelping noise and dances out of James’ reach only to hiss and jump right back into the shade of the building, grappling at James’ arm, “Shit, fuck, the pavement’s hot.”

James, because he can, walks right past him to the little bench on the other side of the sidewalk with a shiteating grin. Plops down and throws a blueberry in the air before catching it in his mouth.

Regulus scowls at him and waits for an old lady to pass between them before he throws up a middle finger.

James throws his head back with a cackle and then stands back up and walks over to Regulus.

Before this one can even get a hint of what James is about to do he quickly closes the last step between them, bends down and throws Regulus over his shoulder without preamble.

“James,” he cries out, “Put me down— Are you insane? James—”

“Quiet back there,” James demands playfully with a quick slap on Regulus’ ass. He does, much to his credit, albeit the broken choking noise.

James dutifully sets him down on the bench, not quite able to help the warm feeling pooling in his chest at Regulus’ flushed and disheveled state. Cocks his head to the side with a grin and wonders if you can get that much blood into your cheeks from hanging upside down for barely five seconds.

Predictably, Regulus hits him again but James is so gleeful it doesn’t even hurt.

They wait a few more minutes for their pizza to get ready, sharing another smoke in peaceful silence before they’re called inside.

When they step back outside, Regulus regards the sidewalk warily.

James ends up giving him a piggy-pack ride on the walk back home.

It’s a bit much, honestly.

Regulus’ lean, naked chest pressed against James’ equally nude back. The way he can hear the other boy munch and suck and lick the blueberries from between his fingers. The way his limbs cling to James’ body tightly.

Regulus only extracts himself from James once they’re past the gate, demanding for him to go ahead and check if Sirius and Remus are done lest the images burn themselves into Regulus’ retinas forever and continue to haunt him in his nightmares for as long as he lives.

They are not done yet.

James involuntarily gets a good glimpse at Remus’ pale ass and Sirius’ hairy shins crossed around it.

He'd thought it was an All Clear since he didn’t hear any debauched noises. Turns out Remus was just busy mouthing at Sirius’ chest with his hand wrapped around this one’s throat.

Yup, James is definitely gonna have some weird, vivid dreams for the unforeseeable future.

Regulus tucks his lips in when James comes back shaking his head.

They spread themselves out on the curb, legs stretched out and pizza boxes in their laps.

Regulus snatches James’ drink halfway through their meal and James confiscates the blueberries when Regulus keeps snacking on them.

#i've seen to much daddy!james talk lately #can u tell??#they're flirting so hard it's disGUSTING #sigh.. i love them #my google search history: synonyms for horrible #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #regulus x james #james x regulus #lune’s tiny fic

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ash5monster01 · 9 months

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Perfect To Love Part 5

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,387

Part 4 ←→ Part 6

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It wasn’t often Steve and Dustin ended up alone these days. After they had become friends and Dustin started bringing around the party it just made sense to always do things as a big group. Yet every once in a while they’d get lucky and have time just the two of them. Today was one of those days since Mike went home early to call El and Lucas was taking Max to the movies to distract her from having to move into the trailer park. That meant Dustin was the only one that needed to be picked up from school today. Which also left Dustin alone with Steve since Robin was working a solo shift at Family Video tonight. He could finally hound the boy in private about his recent observations. Observations he had to keep to himself all weekend in anticipation of getting alone time with the guy.

“So how long have you been crushing on Beth?” Dustin leisurely asked after Steve had gotten done telling him about his most recent shift at Family Video. It was so smooth Steve didn’t even realized what he was asking for a moment.

“Since the party she-… Wait. You tricked me” Steve turned and glared, in disbelief he had fallen so quickly into Dustin’s trap. Loosening him up so he wouldn’t notice when he asked. He knew he should’ve been concerned when he asked about his day.

“Look I felt like skipping over the whole denial part and getting to the good stuff” Dustin offered, arms crossing over his chest.

“How’d you even know?” Steve asked, annoyed he had to explain himself to a child about a girl he wasn’t even sure what to do with. He had never dated girls like her, and that wasn’t meant to be conceived as bigger. Most girls he dated were dumb, ditzy, and had fried brain cells from too much aqua net. All of them were like that except Nancy and he totally screwed that one up anyway. On top of that, what was even the correct thing to say to her? Most times he tried to convince her of her beauty she just denied him. He didn’t want to lie to her but he wanted her to know she was worth as much as those other girls despite being different. That kind of line could get blurry.

“When you brought her to the movies with us. You did that thing where your ears turn red because she touched your arm and complimented you. It was funny. She likes you too” Steve’s eyes widened as Dustin spit this information out at him. He wished the boy didn’t notice everything all the damn time.

“She does not like me. She would’ve agreed to get food with me instead of sit through that horrible horror movie” Steve said referring to the second Nightmare on Elm Street they watched. He hadn’t even seen the first one and the only good thing about it was Beth leaning closer to him when she got scared.

“She only wanted to watch the movie cause you freaked out when Mike suggested you were going on a date with her” Dustin told him because it was true. No girl in the world wants to see the guy they like panic over the thought of dating them. Especially a girl like Beth that has only ever been hurt by men.

“Shit, I obviously didn’t mean it like that” Steve said hitting the steering wheel lightly.

“Yeah but she took it like that. I wouldn’t want to go and talk to a guy for two hours either after he made it clear he doesn’t want to date me” Dustin told him and Steve sighed, parking in front of Dustin’s house.

“Damnit, I just don’t know what to do with her. She’s different, obviously not in a bad way. I just have no idea how to approach the situation, she doesn’t believe me when I flirt with her. I have no idea how to get her to understand I want to kiss the shit out of her” Dustin snickered lightly as Steve admitted to this, not bothering hiding how he feels about the girl anymore in front of the boy.

“Where did all these feelings come from, you just met her?” Dustin asked, confused how one night could change everything.

“That night we went to the party we had a lot of fun, I was so comfortable talking to her. Plus she looked so good, like an angel. Then I caught Colin saying mean things to her and next thing I know I was punching him and claiming her as my own. When I heard those vile things he was saying I realized I wanted to protect her forever” Dustin looked at him with wide eyes, the first time he was hearing about Steve actually punching the guy.

“You punched him, and won?” Steve rolled his eyes and shoved the boy lightly to which Dustin just laughed.

“We left and she just broke down. Cried in my arms in the middle of the street and all I could think about was how many times she had cried because of that asshole and never had anyone to hold her” Steve finished his spiel and Dustin nodded, taking in all the information he had finally gotten from him.

“Makes sense why I haven’t seen Colin call her a mean name in a while. Actually I don’t think he’s even gone near her. I just assumed he got the black eye from football” Dustin told him, knowing him and the Hellfire Club usually had a front row seat to Colin’s bullying in the lunchroom.

“Good, means that asshole listened to me when I said to never go near her again” Steve seethed, already getting worked up about the guy. Where did Colin think he was getting off treating a girl like that?

“Look, just ask her on a date. Make it clear it’s actually a date this time too. Just move slow about it. You would probably scare her off going full King Steve” Dustin told him now reaching for his backpack.

“Okay, let me talk to Robin. If you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you” Steve said pointing at him and Dustin rolled his eyes before pushing open his door.

“Whatever, you screw it up with Beth I’ll kill you” Dustin told him back, already feeling protective over the girl because he knew what it was like to be treated differently because of your looks. Steve shook his head as Dustin got out the vehicle and slammed the door back shut before heading inside.

Steve drove off, towards the direction of Family Video, prepared to talk off Robins ear in hopes of getting advice about the girl. That was the plan until he pulled up outside of Family Video just to see the blue corvette parked outside. It was freshly washed, glimmering in the soft light of the autumn sun. He realized pretty soon Beth would have to put the car away, go a winter without it in order to protect it from rust. His BMW had always been important to him, he took care of it to the best of his abilities, but even he knew he didnt love his car like Beth loved hers. She loved so fiercely he wondered if that was why she hadn't allowed herself to be loved by anyone else, because she knew she would always love them more. His curiosity got the best of him and he pulled around the building to park in the back where he normally would during a shift. This way he could sneak in through the breakroom without alerting the girls.

"He showed up at your house?" Robin questioned, clearly unaware of the boy who wasn't supposed to be here since he wasn't currently working. Beth hadn't had a chance to talk to Robin since the series of events unfolded. Sunday Beth was worried about bothering her by calling and in school they didn't have a chance just the two of them to talk about it.

"Yeah I was working on my car and he just appeared in my driveway" Beth told her, leaning over the counter. She never wanted to be a girl to gossip about boys but it wasn't until now she realized how confusing boys could be.

"Then he asked you to go with him to take the kids to a movie?" to Beth Robin just seemed like a friend asking questions about what had went down over the weekend but Robin was curious because her and Steve hadn't planned on that. She was aware of most moves he was to make with Beth because it was her idea. He never brought up bringing her with the kids.

“Not exactly, he wanted to do something while they watched the movie but I said we should watch with them” Beth explained, having regretted it since she learned it was a horror movie. She didn’t sleep the entire night that night.

“Why would you do that, he clearly wanted to spend time with you?” Robin curiously asked, shoving some returns to the side that still needed to be put away.

“Well that’s what I thought until Mike suggested we were going on a date and you should’ve seen him freak out Rob. It was like even suggesting it was torture enough for him” Beth sighed, her head falling into her hands. This answer made Robin almost instantly fall into a glare. Steve's job was to mae Beth feel good about herself, acting horrified about going on a date with her clearly wouldn't help that.

"Maybe you just took it wrong, sometimes Steve is an idiot. Trust me, I would know" Robin comforted, her hand falling on the girls shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"I dont know, I just feel stupid. I used to hate all the pretty girls that went in and out of that BMW like clockwork and now here I am, one of them" Beth groaned, feeling silly for allowing any feelings for Steve to seep in at all because she still hadn't forgiven him for what he had done. All those simple conversations made it easy to pretend but at the end of the day you could never really take a way the kind of harm he had done.

"You're not one of them Beth, no girl gets invitied into the BMW more than once these days. He's the one that showed up at your house, invited you to tag along with him. He probably panicked because he didn't want the kids teasing you guys if you did go on a date" Robin explained because she had seen how Steve was with the kids. There was a time they did it around her, Steve panicking about them suggesting a relationship between the two. That was because they didn't know she was gay. Hell she wasn't even sure Beth really knew.

"I just shouldn't of let him get close Robin, I've been out of my safety bubble too long. If I let this go on any longer all thats gonna happen is getting hurt and being reminded fat girls don't deserve that kind of love. I have to take a step back" Steve's heart dropped as he heard this confession from the back room. That was when he realized he couldn't be shy about this crush he had on her. No waiting around for hints she likes him back. Beth deserved to be pursued and he was gonna pursue the hell out of her. So he rushed back out the back door, hopped in his car, and sped back to the front of the building.

The bells on the door were hit so hard from his entrance they barely jingled, just a loud chime clambering into the wall as Steve rushed in. The wind from his stride making the Phoebe Cates cutout flutter slightly. Both girls jumped, too deep in their serious conversaton to be prepaed for such entrance. After all no one was ever that in a hurry to rent a movie. Once Beth saw it was Steve her heart calmed but Robin knew he had been listening. The stupid dingus had been eavesdropping from the back room. This was the only answer especially since Steve never cared to move so fast ever, even when he was clocked in.

"Steve we were just talki-"

"Will you go on a date with me? Saturday night, 6pm sharp, at Enzo's. I'll pick you up" Beth stared at the boy, eyes wide by his abruptness. Robin rolled her eyes, his answer enough to confirm he was spying on the two.

"You want to go on a date with me?" Beth finally muttered out, her heart racing so fast she swore they both could hear it.

"Yes Beth, because you deserve to be pursued and I want to pursue you. So we're gonna go on a real date, away from the kids, away from Robin, away from highschool assholes like Colin Matterson, who couldn’t be decent enough to take whatever snotty cheerleader he's dating this week to Enzo's, and we're going to have a damn good time. So, will you go on a date with me?" his small spech had left both Beth and Robin shocked but finally after a beat Beth nodded.

"Yeah, okay" a large smile broke across the boys face as she agreed. This wasn't just for Beth anymore, this was for him because he really liked Beth. It may have been unexpected but he was going to do the best he could to get to know her for real. So much for not going full King Steve.

"Perfect, I can’t wait" he told her with a dopey grin before turning and walking back out of the building. The minute he was alone in his car he let out the breath he was holding out. That had been the first time since Nancy that he had been nervous to ask a girl out. Hopefully it wouldn’t end the way it did with her.

“Did that just happen?” Beth asked, unable to keep a smile off her face. Robin glanced at her nervously, unsure of Steves true intentions, praying this would go her way.

“I think it just did”

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i wrote another thing. This is;

Wolfstar, Tiktok AU, Part 3 ❤️

(This is like 2.5k words)

Read Part One and Two here :)

Look- look, just listen okay. It was an accident. A total accident. He didn’t mean to start running a Sirius Black fan account… Remus just sorta fucked up…

You see, he got instagram and tiktok and all that shit for Sirius. Wait no that sounds worse. For Sirius and James. One of them (read: Sirius) had brought up that they had some homophobic assholes in their comments section, and then Pete happened to mention that he’d been reporting and removing all the ones he saw… so naturally, like the good friend he is, Remus asked Pete to help him set up some accounts on different platforms so he could go through comments and remove the horrible ones.

See! See, it all started with the best of intentions.

But then, as most things do with social media, it spiralled.

One video of Sirius’ “heart eyes” at Remus (he got fucking hopeful okay, can you blame him?) and he just naturally liked the video.

Then another.

And quickly his likes was simply a list of fan edits of Sirius, videos Sirius made himself doing a “thirst trap”, and fan edits of… well… “Wolfstar”.

That’s how it started anyway. Until, one day, when they’d been tiktok semi- famous around 4 months, he happened to start fiddling with the editing tool in tiktok. Remus’ only connection with technology was editing apps for his school work after all. And one thing led to another… and two hours later he’d made many edits of Sirius (some of which included him).

Anyway, now he has 2000 followers and counting. And he’s making weekly edits of Sirius fucking Black. His best friend. Are you seeing the lunacy? Cause Remus certainly is.

Oh and in case you’re wondering… NO. He hasn’t told Lily. He hasn’t even told Pete. Even though he’s a great secret keeper. Pete knows he has social media, but not the chaos he’s accidentally caused with it.

Why did Peter let him do this?

So now, 7 months in and “Padfoot and Prongs” both at about 200k followers, when James approaches Remus with a fun tiktok idea for the two of them, Remus immediately knows it’s a trap.

Being on tiktok means running into tiktok trends sometimes. One of which he stumbled across was the “call your partner by their first name” prank. It’s for couples who often use petnames, so the joke is… to make your partner worry that you’re upset with them?

Remus is joking, mostly. Assuming you’ve got a functional and understanding relationship, the videos are often easy jokes (and mostly staged).

But not only was this not going to be staged (presumably cause they prank each other all the time so it’s alright? Even though Sirius has insecurities about upsetting the people he loves without realises it) but it’s clearly a trick against Remus too.

Remus isn’t supposed to know it’s a couple prank, so he was supposed to just do it, ask no questions, and then boom. James can feed right into the “Wolfstar” jokes. (Technically, Remus’ mini fan account is also playing into the “Wolfstar” jokes… but that’s neither here nor there).

So that’s what he is supposed to do. And pondering it now, he knows that’s what he has to do. Or else James will realise he knows it’s a couple prank, realise he has social media and eventually kindly bully Remus into revealing all his secrets.

Fucking observant dickhead.

So here Remus is, about to walk into Sirius’ flat, with James already recording (ie, he put his tripod behind their massive house plant and now he’s standing in the corner of the kitchen, pretending he’s not spying).

He opens the door with his key as he usually does and calls out to Sirius in his best, i’m totally not about to hurt your feelings, voice.

He’s told Prongs earlier that he doubted Sirius would even notice. But he’s not sure, since Remus would definitely notice if Sirius stopped using his nickname. However he’s worried if Sirius does notice, that it’s going to really upset him.

“I’m here and ready to go Sirius.” Even when he’s mad he never uses his name. He hadn’t even really realised until now? It’s odd. Hopefully (for James) Sirius will notice before they have to leave for their film. But usually he takes at least five minutes before actually being ready to leave anyway. They used to be so late, until Remus started meeting Sirius at earlier times so they wouldn’t be.

“Oh one minute.”

Sirius and James are annoyingly rich.

Remus needs to mention that before the next thing he says.

Sirius runs down the stairs.

Yep. The stairs in their flat… getting the annoyingly rich part now?

From the door of their flat there’s a big living room, with a kitchen in the back, a bathroom to the left of it and Sirius’ bedroom to the right. Up the stairs (yes… stairs!) in the corner is James’ room and their second bathroom.

Remus’ can’t wrap his own head around it honestly. But the point he’s trying to make is that Sirius was in the upstairs bathroom (it’s pretty big, so usually both him and James use it and they leave the small one for guests) and now he’s coming down the stairs.

Except he’s not cause he’s still doing his hair… presumably.

“Hurry up Pa- Sirius!” Well, it only took two sentences for him to forget and try to use his nickname.

“Coming.”

Sirius always loves coming down the stairs dramatically, and Remus always makes fun of him (in a sweet way), but honestly… Sirius is gonna fucking kill him one day.

He’s in bloody ripped jeans and a crop top. And of course his leather jacket.

Oh and a fucking choker? No wait- a collar?

Oh god Remus is so fucked.

“I’m ready.” And yet of fucking course he looks ten times hotter smiling. It’s bloody unfair that whenever Sirius’ smile, it makes Remus smile too.

He’s tested it. It never fails. It’s very irritating. You know, in that way everything magical about the love of your life is always irritating. Sirius Black has too much control over him (but that’s okay, Remus kind of likes it this way- not that he’d ever admit that).

“You’re not wearing shoes Sirius, you’re not quite ready.” Remus is so busy being impressed by the fact that he’s so dramatically dressed just to watch a film, in the pitch black, he almost misses as Sirius turns around, freezes for a moment, and stares at Remus.

It’s so quick, and then he’s back to normal, grabbing his boots and sitting on a nearby chair to shove them on.

“Yeah… Hey, how were your classes yesterday, Moony?”

Oh- he’s noticed. He also seems to be really struggling to get his shoe on. Thought he’s not exactly looking at it, eyes focused solely on Remus, and to be fair, that boot had a lot of buckles and zips.

“It was fine Sirius. Glad it’s the weekend.” Remus looks down to the floor. He’s a good liar but… not to Sirius.

“Moony?” Sirius has abandoned his boots by the chair and is up by Remus in a second. “What’s… wrong?”

Remus can literally see Sirius’ brain spinning, trying to stop himself from jumping to conclusions and getting upset and this… is fucking stupid. Why the hell did he ever agree?

Remus locks eyes with James, who’s stood in the kitchen pretending to totally ignore the situation, and shoots him a look. He gets a look back. “One more time”. Fucking idiot doesn’t see it the same way Remus does.

“Nothing wrong Sirius I promise, I just don’t want to be late and-“ Remus doesn’t finish because Sirius’ face turns ice cold and he turns 180 away from Remus and back to his chair completely silently.

He stands above the chair for a moment before turning back round to face Remus.

“What the hell Moony? Did I upset you or something? Why are you being passive aggressive? How’d you like it if I call you Remus all day?” Any version of Remus’ name or nicknames sound amazing coming from Sirius. But that’s probably not the right answer. Fucking James (this is equally your fault Remus, you agreed).

“Pads I-“

“Oh so it’s Pads now?”

“No I was just-“

“So it’s not Pads then? Are we not doing nicknames anymore Remus?”

Sirius is close to Remus now, very close.

“No, I mean yes, I mean I was just-“

“I don’t really care. You just, what? Thought it’d be funny? You want me to stop calling you Moons, or Moony? I’ll never say it again if you ask me too. How about sweetheart, and love and all the cute sappy ones you use? Are we scrapping those too? Cause the way I see it, we were going to a nice movie. And I got fucking dressed Remus. It’s winter and i knew i’d be cold but i’m wearing this anyway. And you’re mad at me and I don’t know what I did so maybe I should just leave and you can hate me as you should cause I probably did something awful and now i’m yelling at you even though-“ Remus places his hand over Sirius’ mouth. He can’t bare to hear anymore. Remus has fucked up.

They’re close enough now that Remus wraps his hands around Sirius waist to keep him close and gently tries to explain.

“I’m so sorry Pads. It was a stupid prank. I wasn’t even sure you’d notice. I am not mad at you I promise. Hell, I had a really difficult week at school and the only reason I wasn’t crying this morning was because I knew i’d get to see you, and spend time with you. And I fucked up. I’m so, so sorry.”

Remus knows some people won’t get it. Hell, he’s reported and deleted plenty of comments that say Sirius “overreacts”.

But Remus knows Sirius’ parents used to do a complete 180. Happy one moment and writhing with anger the next. He knows that they never hugged him, it’s why Remus always tries to be touching Sirius, it grounds him (it also helps that Remus is totally in love with him of course).

He knows Sirius “overreacts” because it’s safer than having someone randomly hurt you. And that’s fair. And Remus is kicking himself for ever agreeing to a prank that could trigger that feeling again for Sirius.

Because at the end of the day, Sirius is terrified that one day Remus will announce he’s had enough of him and leave. And he’s worried he’s angering Remus all the time, even though he could never. And Remus just fed into that worry.

It is absolutely insane to Remus that Sirius thinks he’d ever leave him. Sirius is literally the brightest person he’s ever met. There is not a single place Sirius could go that Remus would not follow. There is no way that Remus will ever be anything but head over heels in love and completely smitten with Sirius Black for the rest of his fucking life.

“Promise you’re not mad at me Moons?”

It’s whispered so quiet he barely hears.

“I promise Pads.”

Sirius eyes turn a little colder then.

“Then what the fuck? Shitty prank Moony.” Sirius jokingly shoves Remus off but he’s already stepped back to give him space to be pissed off.

“You’re an idiot.” He announces, marching back over to his chair to shove his boots on.

“Yeah, you’re gonna think i’m more of an idiot in a sec.” He still has to tell Sirius this is being recorded. They obviously won’t post it without Sirius’ permission, but he does like to be honest on the internet (he mentioned he’s been considering creating a video about his past- his old “family”), so Remus isn’t sure what’ll happen.

“I doubt that’s possible.” Sirius is sat with his arms crossed in the chair.

“Are you- going to do your boots? Cause we really are going to miss the film at this rate.” Even with Remus’ planning ahead.

“You are sorry for being an arsehole right?” Sirius smirks. Remus feels himself shiver all over.

“Yeah of course Pads.” The words come from the back of his throat and he’s barely even aware he said them. He’s trapped in Sirius’ eyes.

“Then prove it.”

“I-“ What? “What?”

“Prove it.” Huh? “Put my boots on. Me. I can’t be bothered.”

Remus still hasn’t looked away from Sirius’ eyes yet. But-

Wait hang on. What? Put his… boots on?

Oh fuck.

Remus drags his eyes away from Sirius’ and down to his shoes.

Fucking Sirius with his heart-wrenchingly beautiful eyes and stupidly attractive body and that fucking collar and oh god how has he lived this long in the presence of a literal god.

Remus doesn’t even question it any further.

(He definitely hears James choke a little in the background).

And now he’s on his knees in front of Sirius. This is… something. All of a sudden he finds his mouth is completely dry.

Well at least he has a distraction.

Remus grabs Sirius’ first boot. He’s watched Sirius enough to know exactly how to do it.

He’s gentle as he takes Sirius’ foot and puts it into his shoe. It’s slightly weird being on his knees in front of Sirius… but then again he’s combating the desire to fall to his knees for Sirius literally everyday. So all in all, not too bad.

Remus does the second boot, hopefully correctly (it has a lot of buckles okay?) and looks up at Sirius, making eye contact for the first time since he shamelessly got on his knees, and Sirius looks, well like he’s enjoying this a lot.

But just as Remus goes to get up, he feels Sirius stroking his hair, ever so gently, but it still stops Remus from moving.

“I figured it out.” He still hasn’t looked away from Sirius’ eyes. He’s whispering now.

“It’s a tiktok… isn’t it?” Remus slightly nods, barely remembering he’s on video. There’ll be edits his fellow editors make of this for sure. He can’t stop the flush he feels rise up his neck until his cheeks are burning.

“I noticed after you apologised. It was a bizarre prank for you, not your usual style. But it was the style of a tiktok prank. Plus James is over there, trying not to obsessively watch us. He totally planned this.”

“A genius as always Pads.” His voice comes out all scratchy and weird since his mouth is so dry.

“Mmmn. Of course I am. So I want one last apology for caving to social media pressure and being mean to me, right here while you’re on your knees for me.”

Sirius Black is the devil.

“I’m sorry Sirius.”

He raises his eyebrow.

“Alright, I was tryna be sincere. I’m sorry Padfoot. I won’t cave to social media in your expense again.”

He smirks and the hand in his hair pauses and tightens. It causes Remus to tense up (feeling a little bit too real now).

“Hey, are you okay, I can-“ Sirius goes to remove his hands and Remus acts on instinct.

“No- No, no no, it’s, erm, it’s fine. Really. I don’t- erm- mind. Totally. Whatever.”

Sirius sits back on his chair with a smirk and yet even though Remus embarrassed himself to try and keep Sirius’ hand stroking his hair, he removes it anyway.

What is happening?

“Okay love, well this has been fun but we’re going to miss our movie and you’re totally slowing us down, so-“ Sirius grabs Remus’ arm and practically pulls him to his feet, leaving Remus stumbling just behind Sirius. “Let’s go.”

He looks fucking pleased with himself.

As he should.

Remus sort of… maybe… possible… vaguely… makes multiple tiktok edits of Sirius in that fucking chair.

He also got into a feud in the comments over Sirius’ “overreaction” that ended with Remus spamming the owner of the accounts messages with the only meme he knows. It’s some cat one.

It works though. That account did not come back.

Thanks for reading 🥰 Back to Sirius POV next time :)

Also, to clarify for anyone who’s read Part One and Two, I’ve decided on some dates.

They caught the pigeon and went sorta viral in May. Then they grow their tiktok and Remus vaguely appears a little until their stream in September, about 5 months in, where Remus quotes RWRB and reveals he’s in love with Sirius to everyone with eyes (Thats Wolfstar AU Part One) and then two months later is Sirius’ bday in November with the adorable gifts and jumper stealing (that’s Part Two).

And now it’s the very start of December. And turns out this whole time Remus has had a small fan account!!! (How many followers does his account need before he appears on Sirius’ radar? Cause let’s be honest, Sirius and James totally watch all those fan edits)

Also if 200k is unrealistic either way (too high or too low) for Prongsfoot’s tiktok, and 2000 is too low (or high) for Remus’ little edits, tell me please. I don’t actually have tiktok so i’m sort of improvising here.

#wolfstar fic #wolfstar #i wrote a fic #my fic #i wrote a thing #the marauders era #marauders era #dead gay wizards

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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it’s spooky season 🎃👻 may I please request some headcanons for the turtles with a friend or S/O (up to you) who can see & talk to ghosts? like in paranorman?

Humans, Mutants, and Ghosts!

author’s note: OH MY! you really know how to spark that creative writing energy, but I definitely think my brain went haywire after Raph’s lol, went from angsty seriousness to straight up ghost crack 💀 idek anymore but we gonna just go ahead and post anyways

warnings: spooky fluff, angst, cursing, crack, unedited

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Raph

“Hey Raphie” you said entering his room and immediately going to collapse on his bed. “Rough day?” Raph asked as he continued with his dumbbell reps. “More like rough life,” you muttered into his pillow. “Oh c’mon Y/n, school was that bad?” You sighed, wondering if you should shed some light, Raph didn’t know about the endless bullying you endured.

You weren’t like most, and try as you might to fit in, to be normal, it never worked out. You were cursed with an ability to see the dead. No one else knew, no one else could see them, only you. You had made the mistake of confiding to your friends when you were younger, and ever since then you were bullied. “Stop lying!!” “You’re such an attention whore,” “Really? Ghosts?? They’re not real.” “Freak.” “Weirdo”

The berating continued through high school. Some days were better than others. But today, you had witnessed something so creepy you couldn’t keep quiet. To not force yourself to relive the whole experience let’s just say it involved, three ghosts, and a guillotine. Enough said. And you just couldn’t keep in your gasp, causing the whole classroom to look your way. Whispering and side glances thrown your way as the teacher asked if you had something to say, “No, sorry” you replied already knowing you were gonna pay big time for your interruption.

“Fuckin’ phoney,” a group of your regular bullies had decided to follow you after school ended. “Hey! Creep! We just wanna talk, what did you see in class?? A ghost peen??” Laughter trailed behind you as you started to walk faster, ignoring them. You couldn’t go home. They’d just follow you inside, posing as actual friends to your parents. You decided you needed to lose them in the crowd, maybe visit your real friends… the group would get bored of trying to find you if you spent an hour or two at the lair.

“Don’t let them get away!” The head honcho growled, the group noticed your change in direction, heading for the bustling streets. But it was no use, you were a master of blending in, sneaking away, sticking to the shadows, you had ninjas for friends after all. When the coast was clear you dashed into the familiar alleyway, prying the manhole cover up so you could descend down the ladder quickly.

“No, it’s not all that bad..” you told Raph, sighing to yourself as you lied. You didn’t want his pity. You were lucky to finally have friends that treated you normally, regardless if they weren’t human, you’d take cool, friendly mutants over mean, fake humans any day. “Well if you ever wanna talk about what’s bothering you, I’ll be here,” Raph said reassuringly, knowing you were holding something back. He grunted as he placed the dumbbell on the floor, finished with his reps. “You wanna go to the arcade?” Raph asked, knowing it would help get your mind off of things. “Yeah,” you said turning your face to his voice, smiling at him, he always knew how to cheer you up, even if you weren’t telling him everything.

“They’ll find out eventually Y/n,” you slowly got out of Raph’s bed trying to keep a neutral face as you ignored the ghost pestering you. Did you mention that the ghosts bullied you just as much as your fellow classmates? Yeah, they loved to toy with you ever since they found out you could hear them, see them. “Then you’ll be all alone again, without a friend in this world, at least you’ll have me hahahahha” you held your tongue, following Raph to the arcade as he talked about what game the two of you should play. You were trying to pay attention to what he was saying. But it was hard with the ghost in your ear, circling you and coming in between you and Raph, distracting you so much that Raph stopped. “Y/n?”

“Huh?” You said blinking, looking through the ghost up at Raph. “I said, do you wanna play DDR? Or table hockey?” Raph was used to your dazed state, he didn’t mind repeating himself for you. But he was worried because you seemed tired. More tired than usual, like everything was draining you today. “Table hockey,” you said after a moment. “Heh smart choice, I’d beat you in Dance Dance Revolution,” he teased. “Yeah at least I’ll have a chance with the hockey,” you laughed, even though Raph was so big he had the moves!

You stood on your end of the table, holding onto your pusher, in a defensive position to cover your goal. You’d let Raph get the first push at the puck. But it seemed the ghost that had been badgering you wasn’t giving in that easily. Floating over to Raph, it always bothered you more when they went closer to your friends. You could handle ghosts in your face, in your ear, you were used to it. Still you took in a deep breath, reminding yourself Raph couldn’t see it, couldn’t feel it, couldn’t hear the horrible things it was saying. “What do you even see in this big lump? He’s totally stupid, rocks for brains!” You shot a glare at the ghost, but to Raph it looked like you were glaring at him.

“Uh Y/n?” He said sheepishly, wondering if you were that pissed that he had already managed to score on you. “Nice Raph, I was uh- getting my game face on!” You recovered, grabbing the puck from your goal and placing it in the center. You decided to go on the offensive this round. “Heh your game face is real scary!” Raph was half joking, half serious. That round had been quite intense, you hardly could hear the ghosts droning on as you focused on the game. Earning a point for yourself! “Yes!” You cheered, a big smile on your face as you looked up at Raph. It faltered slightly as you saw the ghost had it’s arms wrapped around Raph’s neck, acting as if he were choking your friend. “Nice one!” Raph said grinning, “last point to decide the winner!”

You blinked, nodding as you looked back down at the hockey table. That round took the longest, Raph ended up with the victory and he did a little dance in celebration, causing you to laugh. “Oh yeah!! oh yeah,” he sang being silly. The two of you ended up back in his room, talking and laughing. “So, you wanna talk about earlier?” He asked gently, a soft smile on his face. You knew he was talking about school, and you chewed on your lower lip. You would like to think that Raph was a really good person, someone who wouldn’t judge you for your curse. But you had thought that before and had been burned.

You sighed, looking at Raph, “tell him tell him tell him tell him tell him tell him tell him tell him” you wanted to, despite your fears. Despite all the things the ghosts told you would happen if you did. “Raph, I’m not really liked at school,” you admitted quietly and he joined you on his bed, sitting next to you. He had a confused look on his face, not understanding how people couldn’t like you! You were so nice, you were easy to talk to! Among a bunch of other great qualities that Raph listed off in his head. “I don’t understand, why??” Raph asked. “Well, there is a rumor about me,” your eyes looked past him, in a daze as you remembered. “People believe the rumor and think I’m weird…”

“What rumor?” Raph said gruffly, not liking how judgmental the people at school seemed. Whatever rumor it was, surely people would see you for you! “That I can see ghosts,” you spoke so quietly it was practically whispered. “Ghosts?” Raph said thinking that was ridiculous. “And people believe that rumor??” You nodded, cringing at yourself for not saying the entire truth. “How could they?! I mean ghosts aren’t real!” And you looked down at your hands in your lap. The ghosts in the room cackling and laughing. “Hear that ladies and gentlemen, we ain’t real! Pftahaha hahahaha”

“I mean honestly Y/n they’re the weird ones for making up such a rumor and then believing it!” Raph continued. You looked up at him with shiny eyes, “the rumor.. it was started by me.” And Raph’s nonexistent eyebrows came together in even more confusion. “Huh??” And your hands went to your face, you couldn’t believe you were about to do this. Raph obviously didn’t believe in ghosts from what you just heard, yet you were still going to tell him. “Raph, I can see ghosts. I can hear them too. They are everywhere, they follow me around. I once told my friends and they didn’t believe me, and told the entire school… so I’m the ridiculous one,” you said rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

Raph’s mouth opened and closed. “Oh,” he said finally, trying to buy himself some time to formulate some thoughts. Then Raph reached for your hands, and you were surprised. You had been ready for him to laugh at you to call you a liar. “Can you see them now?” He asked curious, as if he was actually considering that you were telling him the truth. You nodded and went full on descriptive mode. “There’s actually been a jackass of a ghost following me around all day today, much like the bullies at school, he kept telling me how you wouldn’t believe me, that I’d be casted out again and alone for real this time. Of course he’d still be there, he went on to insult you… which was why I made that face back there in table hockey, and yeah wow I sound insane!” You said squeezing his hands and looking into his eyes hoping you hadn’t just scared him off.

“No no it makes total sense now, I had never seen you make such a face before in table hockey, you don’t really get upset when you lose at games,” Raph said remembering all the times the two of you had played together or with his brothers. You weren’t a sore loser. You smiled softly, “So… you believe me??” You asked and he smiled, “well I guess even if it sounds pretty unbelievably! I am a mutant after all I’m sure a lot of weird things exist even if I can’t see them!”

You hadn’t thought of that. But sure enough if you could have a cursed ability to see and hear ghosts, and you now had ninja mutant friends, was it really all that crazy? Or was this just a normal day in New York and most people were just utterly oblivious to? You decided it was the latter. “Thanks Raphie,” you beamed, he really did know how to cheer you up!

Leo

“And now she’s peeing,” you said in disgust as you watched the ghost dog squat right over Leo’s comic book pile. Leo gasped, “where did you say it was?!” He said putting the comic he currently has in his hands down to his lap as he looked around his room. “…do you really wa-“

“YES!” Leo cut you and said quickly, sitting up now and eyes his comic book collection. Already having an instinctual feeling as to where the invisible thing was. “Over the comics,” you said swiftly and watched as Leo jumped over you and out of bed. Stomping over to his collection and waved his arms frantically in the arm. “Stop it! You criminal how could you?! These are my babies!” Leo said dramatically and you couldn’t stop from snorting.

No matter what Leo did his arms were just going straight through the tiny corgi. The ghostly pew stream still going steady all over his babies. Though you really didn’t understand why Leo cared it wasn’t like they were actually wet. But you were sure he was thinking some dum dum of a thought. That it was about the principle and discipline and the blatant disrespect of his prized things. He said as much. “Lee, it’s a corgi, and let me just say it’s not mine! The pup just won’t stop following me!” You made sure to reiterate.

No doggo of yours would pee inside the house! Nope you would definitely train them, if for nothing else than to be potty trained! Leo grumbled, “and the only reason why I didn’t grab my odachis was because it’s a dog!” And you smacked your forehead. Not even bothering to explain how even his swords wouldn’t be able to do anything to a ghost. Mystic weapons they may be, you highly doubted teleportation swords qualified to be able to pierce ghostly beings.

Yes, Leo knew of your curse. And in the beginning he was a big nonbeliever. But you were way past the caring of what others thought. You’d continue to react to seeing your ghost friends, animals and slowly but surely Leo came to believe, it was either that or your imagination never stopped running. And even Mikey didn’t have that much creative juice! So Leo had decided you were either the world’s greatest actor and Donnie had paid you a fortune to prank him for forever. Or you could see ghosts.

Leo had annoyed Donnie on many occasions on that specific topic just in case. “Nardo. I’m telling you there is no prank with Y/n” he would say with a long sigh, tired of being badgered. “Poochie,” you said in a high pitched voice, calling the corgi over to Leo’s bed where you laid. Leo placed his hands on his hips. “Oh so now it can get in my bed too?” Leo questioned and you just gave him a smile, “oh come on she’s not gonna pee again, she literally just did!” You said pointing over to the comics and he admitted you had a point. Though Leo didn’t exactly know how to climb back into his bed without wondering if he was going to crush the dog.

“Lee, just hop in, it’s floating,” you pointed toward the foot of his bed. “Oh okay,” he said. “Goodnight pooch,” Leo said going to pat where you just pointed and you snickered as the dog licked Leon’s face, happy for the attention. “What now?” Leo questioned as he got next to you, laying down. “She likes you, licked all over your face when you petted her,” you explained, turning to face him. “Awwww, I love you too pooch!” Leo said happily and waggled his brow bones at you. “We’re gonna have to come up with a better name,” Leo said seriously. And you nodded, “how about Princess?” You offered and Leo asked you to pull up a picture of what the corgi looked like.

“Hmmm,” he said once he was supplied with a similar look-alike picture. “No not Princess,” he replied. “That’s a Lady,” he said in complete confidence and you gasped as you nodded. He was completely right because the dog started barking and jumping around excitedly. “It really is!” You nodded and smiled telling Leo the dogs reaction, or rather Lady’s reaction. “What can I say, Mikey ain’t the only one who can name like a boss!” He said hands going behind his head and legs crossing casually. You laughed shaking your head at his cockiness. “All hail the new name king,” you said sarcastically bowing your head towards him. “Rise peasants, no need for flattered,” he continued on with the bit.

But you pushed him arm, at the word peasant and he immediately snickered. “Just kidding just kidding,” he told you. “Yeah that’s what I thought,” you stuck out your tongue and he copied you. That night Lady had sneakily crept up to lay in between you and Leo, you woke up with the green ghostly outline of the dog missing it’s front left paw. And you couldn’t help but smile, noticing Leo’s mouth parted open and slightly drooling on his pillow. He was such a goofball, but he was your goofball!

Donnie

“Alright Y/n, have you ever seen the greats? Darwin? Newton? GALILEO?! EINSTEIN?!” He was getting more and more excited at the possibilities. Just to make sure you knew who he was talking about he flashes holographic images in front of your face of all the scientists he just named. “Well, no I don’t think so, they don’t exactly look the same as when they were alive,” you tried to explain.

Sometimes whole heads were chopped off and the ghost would just float around aimlessly. Yeah… you were immune to the gore. “Hmm well most of these guys died from heart issues, though Darwin did pass from both heart attack and seizures.” Donnie explained, and you wondered just how much of his brain was filled with information on his favorite scientists. “Oh well, then they should look much the same,” you noted as you tried to remember the faces from the images he still had up. “Though… Einstein’s brain was removed after his death,” Donnie said making a face at what you assumed he was imagining you would see.

“It’s not all that bad, though I might be saying that just cause I’ve seen pretty much everything death related at a young age,” you watched as Donnie turned in his swivel chair, tapping his wrist tech to turn off the holograms. “Well if you haven’t seen them then that’s fine, they probably don’t haunt the sewers of New York,” he joked. “You’d be surprised, a lot of ghosts just like the company I reluctantly provide, and they are all total gossips so I’ve seen a lot,”

“Why don’t you just lie? I can pretend to be Charles Darwin,” one haughty ghost stated. You sighed, “see now I’m getting suggestions to lie to you because they want attention, that one just said he’d pretend to be Darwin for you,” you said as you pointed across the room. “No thank you, no lies needed to appease me,” Donnie said shooting a glare across the room. The ghost grumbled as he faded through the walls.

The conversation took a turn as you asked Donnie about what he was working on. He went in a deep dive explanation for you, even if you could only understand a quarter of what he said, you still listened. Nodding and asking questions when you were completely confused. “It’s still in beta though, I’ve got a lot of work to do,” Donnie said as he looked back down at the blueprints. “Well I should probably be heading back up anyways,” you said as you stretched up from the swivel chair you had resided in. “Want me to fly you home?” Donnie offered knowing you had quite a walk. “That’s okay,” you had started to say when you heard commotion from across the room.

You turned your face taking in the group of ghosts that suddenly appeared. “So this is our biggest fan?” Galileo said eyeing you up and down and you sputtered, “no no that would be him,” you said pointing a thumb in Donnie’s direction who was staring at you confused waiting for an explanation. “This is Donatello Hamato, he’s one of the greatest minds of our generation, a scientist just like all of you,” and Donnie gasped immediately shooting out of his chair.

His feet tapping the ground excitedly, “Incredible!” Darwin said, no doubt wondering how Donnie came to be. “Darwin just said incredible,” you whispered and Donnie almost squealed. “Okay Donnie, don’t freak out,” he said to himself. “I’ve always had so many questions!” He started and you became a translator. Donnie did have a million and one questions for his idols and they were more than happy to answer. As the hours passed and you started to yawn the ghosts promised if Donatello ever wanted more answers they wouldn’t be far.

“They’re gone,” you said tiredly and Donnie was jumping up and down. “I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT JUST HAPPENED!!!” He said stopping the voice recording that he just happened to have running the entire conversation. “Just in case! Wouldn’t want to forget any precious answers,” he said holding the recorder close to his plastron as if it was the most valuable thing he ever owned. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep for a week!” He fist pumped the air and while you were happy for Donnie, you were about to fall asleep. Right then and there, the hours of scientific talk had been too complex for you to really understand.

“Thanks Y/n, that was-“ he finally looked over at you to see your head down on his work table. You were fast asleep and he smiled endearingly. He knew you had wanted to head home hours earlier so he really did appreciate you staying. He quietly picked you up, holding you to his plastron just like how he had with the recorder, taking you out of his lab to his room. Everyone else was fast asleep or at least in their own respective rooms. Donnie gently placed you on his bed, and pulled the covers over you, “Goodnight,” Donnie whispered, he on the other hand headed back to his lab. Too excited to do anything other than conduct more experiments with the new knowledge provided by none other than his great scientist idols!

Mikey

“Say what??” Mikey said wrapping the blanket that was around him tighter. “Don’t worry Mikey I won’t tell you anymore than that, I just know I probably look a little ditzy when I stare off,” you said quickly knowing he was afraid of ghoulish things. You had decided Mikey was a really good friend and keeping secret from him was hard enough. He was the sweetest, well he did have that Dr. Delicate Touch to him, but still the sweetest!

So you had decided to tell him about your strange ability. He often caught you staring off and not realizing you were being talked to until someone snagged your attention back. But now that you had told him you could not only see ghosts but also hear them, he was now looking around his room with a scared expression. “Mike, nothing’s in here!” You lied, feeling absolutely horrible that he was now scared! “Really?” He sighed in relief and you nodded quickly.

“Plus they don’t look like scary ghosts, they’re actually mostly harmless animals, like cats and dogs!” You said continuing to spew out white lies. “Wowwwww, that sounds cool!!” He said as his grip on the blanket loosened. “Yeah,” you smiled, happy he wasn’t worrying as much. Even though you had counted about twenty ghosts floating around in front of the tv that you and Mikey were currently watching. Seriously ghosts were like moths drawn to a flame when the television played. They especially liked Mikey’s choice of movie. Though you decided to keep that to yourself.

While it looked like you were watching the movie, you were actually watching ghosts argue back and forth with whose turn it was to get front row seats. The all argued like a bunch of annoying kids even though they were probably hundreds of years old. “Y/n?” You blinked and turned to the orange clad turtle. “Are there any ghosts now?” He whispered, and you wondered he was trying to act brave. You scanned the room, eyes roaming over all the ghosts acting as if they weren’t really there. A couple of snickers and grumbles were met with your stare. “Nope!” You said again and Mikey narrowed his eyes.

“What?!” You said feeling sheepish, were you that much of a bad liar?! “I can handle it,” Mikey said and you sighed. This boy was definitely going to run for his room. “Angelo, are you sure you want to know?” And he nodded. “Okay… there’s about 30 ghosts in here now,” you said calmly. And you watched as Mikey blinked and looked around the empty living room. “Do they look like Hamato’s?” He asked curiously and you glanced back at everyone for a moment. “A couple wear the family crest, yes,” you noted, you hadn’t really thought about that before. But every time you saw Splinter he was always being followed by many ghosts unbeknownst to him.

“Well then they’re family!” Mikey said getting comfortable and snuggling up under his blanket. Wow, no running for the hills?! “Why were you so concerned earlier then?” You asked unable to stop yourself. “Well a bunch of stranger ghosts haunting the lair is pretty creepy but it’s totally cool if they are family,” he said as if that rationalized it all. “Righttt,” you agreed, shaking your head with a smile. “Are they enjoying the movie?” He suddenly asked and your smile brightened as all the ghosts turned and said their praise about his movie choice. “Yes, they all really like your taste in movies,” you told him and he gushed. “Aweeee you guys!” He said looking around the room and you couldn’t help but giggle. Knowing he was looking at nothing in his eyes but truly it looked like he could see them too!

“They particularly hate Leo’s movie nights,” you sputtered, laughing out loud. Mikey snickered too. “I’ll have to tell him,” he said happy to have won out over his blue brother. “I’m sure he’ll never live it down,”

Later in the kitchen you sat on one of the counters watching as Mikey decorated the cookies he had just finished cooking. “Looks delicious!” You said eyeing them all hungrily. “What does the fam think?” Mikey asked and you turned your face, “well uhm, they can’t really eat they stopped getting hungry a long time ago, but they appreciate your artistic talents,” you explained after a bunch of answers were thrown in your face. Soon Mikey was always asking for ghostly validation to which you readily answered, becoming a translator of sorts. If Mikey wanted to know what his great great great great great ghost grandparents thought of him, then sure, you’d tell him all the wonderful things they said. Because he deserved to know, he deserved all the love and praise!!

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i don't have anything pre-made for tails' birthday so uhhhh here's a ~2.3k flashback scene of tails being miserable in his home village that i removed from buzzsaw bc i didnt think it fit well in the narrative

Two months before he was captured by Robotnik, Miles sat in a palm tree and plotted his revenge.

Lately, he’d been spending a lot of time in trees. His bullies weren’t very good at climbing, so he liked to hide in them whenever they chased him. The high branches of Westside’s palm trees had become his own personal safe haven.

“Hey!”

Well, they were the closest thing to a safe haven someone like him could get.

He looked down. His bullies were huddled at the base of the tree, where they’d been coming up with ideas for how bring him down. The bully ringleader, Joey the Fox, was waving his arms to get his attention.

“Are you hungry?” he shouted. A few of the other kids snickered before shushing themselves. “The dining hall is closing soon. If you don’t go now, you won’t get to eat until tomorrow!”

Miles’ stomach growled. He tightened his grip on the branch. The other kids had come for him early in the morning, so he hadn’t been able to eat anything all day. He was starving.

Another bully, Cherry, cupped his snout with his hands while he yelled. “Don’t listen to him, he’s lying! The dining hall won’t be open tomorrow—there’s no more food!”

Miles’ eyes widened. “What?”

The kids laughed, and Joey shoved Cherry to the side so he could stand in the middle of the group. “Did you ever hear about that weird human from South Island? He’s on Westside now. He just started building something right on top of where the crops used to be. The farms are gone!”

Cherry joined in again from the side. “We’re all gonna starve to death! Woohoo!”

The group burst out into another round of laughter. Miles couldn’t tell if what they were saying was true or not. His bullies always loved to lie, but he did remember hearing about that weird human from South Island . . .

Regardless, there was nothing he could do. They were only saying these things to trick him. If he climbed down for food, they would beat him up. If they got bored of that early, they would probably hold him down until it was too late to ask for food, anyways. It was a lose-lose situation.

The other kids kept joking around on the sand. When they realized they wouldn’t get any further responses out of Miles, they hung around and played with seashells. There was a big flat one they liked to use as a frisbee sometimes while waiting for Miles to come down. He watched them toss it back and forth, envious of their freedom. He was only allowed to play when nobody was around to see him.

One of the bullies threw the shell too hard, causing it to snap in half when Cherry tried to catch it. He yelped in pain and let the shell fall to the ground. He held out his hands for the others to see; the sharp edge of the shell had cut right through his glove and into his skin. A red stain in the white fabric grew bigger with each passing second.

After a minute of heated discussion, the bullies decided to head back into town to deal with Cherry’s injury. Miles was left alone in the tree.

He could have hurried to the dining hall, but he couldn’t bring himself to move just yet. He’d never seen the bullies just leave like that. They were usually very committed to making him miserable. It was shocking.

If they got hurt while chasing him tomorrow, would they leave again?

Using his tails to slow his descent, Miles floated down to the sand and retrieved the broken shell pieces. Both were sharp as knives. As a test, he poked one into his arm. Its edge stung harshly.

Against his will, a plan formulated in his brain. It was a mean plan. He didn’t like it at all.

But in the end, it wasn’t much worse than what the bullies did to him on a daily basis. And maybe, if his plan worked out right, he could convince them to leave him alone forever.

The next morning, he woke up at dawn and snuck out of the children’s house. He moved around the others kids’ sleeping bodies carefully, being extra cautious when he passed by his bullies. The last thing he needed was for one of them to wake up because he was being too noisy.

Their taunts about food yesterday turned out to be true. When he checked the dining hall for food, there was nothing to be found. Some of the other early risers complained to him about the shortage. Apparently, no one had any idea when the shortage would end—or if it ever would. The human was doing a lot of damage very quickly, so there was no way to know if they could ever get things back to normal.

This should have been bigger news to Miles, but he was already dead set on getting his revenge. He pushed it to the back of his mind and made his way to the beach.

He spent an hour digging for shells in the sand. He bought back a few handfuls to his favourite palm tree, where he sat on the ground and started snapping the shells into the little pieces. Once he was done, he started to build a sand castle with the shell shards stuck inside.

From the outside, it looked like a normal sand castle. The inside, however . . .

Each morning, his bullies made a game of looking for him. Since he had been at the beach the previous day, it took them a long time to bother checking it again . Tails wasn’t known to stay in the same place two days in a row.

A loud cheer pulled Tails away from his castle-building. The bullies were standing on the edge of the grass, high-fiving each other and laughing now that they’d found him. After a few jokes amongst themselves, they kicked off their shoes and started running toward him on the sand.

Steeling himself, Miles forced himself to fight the urge to run away. He grabbed fistfuls of sand to calm himself.

Like usual, Joey led the pack. He came to a stop right in front of the sand castle, a mean smile on his face.

“This is cute,” he said. The other kids giggled. “Did you work hard on it?”

“Yes,” Miles said quietly, averting Joey’s gaze.

“Good.” Joey stomped his right foot straight down on the castle.

The effect was immediate. Joey cried out and fell onto his back, holding his injured foot in his hands. Before the others circled him to get a batter look, Miles caught a glimpse of the wound: three shell shards were stabbed into the spaces between Joey’s tender pads.

Already, he felt guilty. Hurting other animals wasn’t good. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried after all . . .

A pair of hands shoved him to the ground. Cherry stood over him, teeth bared in anger. “Was that on purpose?”

Uh oh. Miles tried to scramble backwards, but another bully came beside him and grabbed his arms. He thrashed against their grip to no avail; the other bullies were older than him, so he had no hope of overcoming their strength.

Cherry looked over his shoulder, back to where the village was hidden behind the trees. He turned back to Miles with a scowl. “Someone get his batteries.”

“What?” Miles gasped. They weren’t supposed to know he had those! He tried to free himself again, but was too weak to escape. “No, you can’t—”

Two of the bullies parted from the group, racing back into town. Miles’ stomach swooped in fear.

“Actually, I can,” Cherry said coldly. “You just hurt Joey. Anything we do to you now is fair game.”

It didn’t take long for the two bullies to return with his small cloth bag of batteries. Out of everything his village received from other territories, batteries were among the rarest. Miles had taken up stealing them from shipments and storing them under his bed. No one else ever used the batteries, so they never questioned why they always disappeared after the shipment came in. The missing batteries had never been brought up as an issue during the village assemblies.

By collecting them to use for his inventions, Miles had committed a grave offence. He knew this, and the bullies certainly did, too.

Cherry grabbed the bag. He pulled out a D battery from inside, turning it over in his hands to get a good look. “You know, if you want to hide something properly, you probably shouldn’t just shove it under your blankets. What would the adults do if they found out you’ve been hoarding these?”

Tears stung Miles’ eyes. If he didn’t have those batteries, he would have to wait until the next shipment came in to test his machines. With that human around, they probably wouldn’t get anything for a long time. This was equivalent to the end of his world.

Cherry dropped the battery back into the bag. “How selfish. I honestly thought you were better than this, mutant,” he spat.

Obviously, the bullies didn’t really care that Miles had been hoarding batteries. They knew that he knew this. But they also knew that revealing his stash had the potential to ruin him.

If the adults found out that he’d been keeping things for himself, he would get into a lot of trouble. He couldn’t afford to get into trouble with the adults—they were the only animals in the village that somewhat tolerated him. Losing their goodwill would isolate him completely.

“Maybe I’ll throw them into the ocean.” Cherry stroked his chin in thought. “Or maybe I’ll return them to the gathering building. It would only be fair.”

Before Miles could respond, a small rock was thrown at Cherry’s backside. He stepped to the side to give Miles full view of Joey, who was still sitting on the ground. His injured paw was a caked in sand and blood.

“You’re an idiot. Why waste them?” Joey made direct eye contact with Miles and smiled. “Have you ever heard of money, mutant?”

In books, yes. Miles hoped feigning ignorance would save him, so he shook his head in response.

“One of the new adults taught me all about it. When you do something for someone in the human territories, they give you these weird stones that you can use for other things. Most humans use them to get food.” Joey gestured for Cherry to give him the bag. He took it and gave it a shake, listening to the batteries clink against each other inside. “Our crops are gone, so we need to forage and hunt for food just like the old days. Let’s use the batteries like money! If you forage food for all of us, we’ll give you a battery in exchange for it. Does that sound like a good deal?”

There were around six bullies that followed Miles around a daily basis. He could barely gather enough food for himself on days they bullied him away from the dining hall—how was he supposed to get food for everyone else, too?

The idea of this horrified him. “That isn’t fair!” he protested.

Joey shrugged. “Fine. If you won’t do it, then we’ll tell the adults about your batteries.”

Oh, no—his world was crashing for real now. Tears continued to fall from his eyes as he came to terms with their ultimatum.

If he refused, he would face full rejection from the village. The adults would stop being nice to him. He would be surveilled whenever he borrowed anything from the gathering building, and confronted if he didn’t bring it back before bedtime. His bullies would have unspoken permission to harass him whenever they pleased. Whatever pity he’d received in the past would dry up completely—no one liked hoarders, and they already didn’t like Miles very much. His life would be ruined.

If he accepted, then he would spend his days gathering food for his tormentors. It didn’t sound fun, but it at least had an expiration date. That weird human wouldn’t be ruining their farms forever, right?

The choice was obvious.

“I’ll do it,” he mumbled.

“Great!” Joey waved off the bully holding him down. “Let him go. He has work to do.”

As soon as his arms were released, Miles jumped to his feet. Dread rolled through him as he considered Joey’s words.

“Now?” he asked.

Joey gave him a quizzical look. “When else would you do it? The shortage started yesterday.”

Cherry took the lead, walking to the edge of the beach where their shoes were stored. “Come on, mutant! I’ll keep an eye on you in the forest.”

As he took his first step forward, the wild rush of thoughts and fears from before flatlined into mute acceptance. There was nothing he could do to escape his fate. He was stuck.

Cherry seemed to recognize this, too. When they entered the forest, he gave Miles a light shove and laughed when he tripped over his feet. Tails caught himself on a tree and cast a glare in Cherry’s direction.

“Don’t look so mad. This is your fault,” the older fox said. He gestured forward with his hand, telling Miles to continue walking. “If you hadn’t hurt Joey, none of this would have happened. What got into you?”

Miles curled his hands into fists. “I thought you would leave me alone.”

They travelled a few more metres into the forest before Cherry responded.

“Well, that’s what happens when you threaten the balance. Never challenge anyone stronger than you—they’ll just hit back harder.”

It would take a few more months for Miles to truly understand what he meant. By then, he would have already escaped his bullies with Sonic and been captured by Robotnik. Cherry would have already faded into the background of his increasingly chaotic life.

Only when Robotnik deemed it time to learn about power would Miles finally remember their conversation in the forest.

#as you can see it was like. a prelude for the bit about retaliation #fic: the buzzsaw dilemma #redposts

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I bet the reader isn't the only one Donnie put a tracker on, he also puts them on people/yokai he thinks are a threat and whenever they get too close to the reader an alarm goes off warning him. And if Donnie, for whatever reason, can't get there in time nor any of his machines then April will swoop in and “save” the day. Any duo including the family is scary in of itself but Donnie and April as a duo is really something ~special~.

But another thing, I do wonder how Splinter would be if he was a yandere for the reader, would he be like a second father to them, would he treat them like one of his own. I dont see alot of yandere Splinter content out there so how would I know?

I had this one scenario in my head that I wanted to make into a one shot but I didn't have enough ideas to keep it going, it was about you and Leo going on a date at a party. Throughout your time there Leo can't help but see someone stare at you so he tries to keep your attention on him by flirting . And it works, after a while it gets a bit too crowded for you so you go outside, while your chit chatting the night oway you confess that you saw someone stare at Leo but didn't want to confront the person in fear of making things awkward. “I mean you are really handsome” you say with a smile. It took him off guard, all the murderous thoughts Leo was thinking was swept as you squished his cheeks while complementing him on how “good looking” he was, further fueling his ego.

oh yeah, definitely.

donnie’s got a handful of trackers on hand 24/7 just in case someone sketchy comes along.

and then there are some people/yokai that he sees (y/n) with and he just gets so jealous of them, he plants a tracker on them anyways and watches them with a diligent eye, waiting for them to make one slip up so he can have an excuse to go after them.

and yes, i LOVE yandere team ups, i’ll take your entire stock.

this duo in particular i really love. april probably stays by (y/n)’s side the most while donnie watches from the monitors. the moment someone he planted with a tracker gets close, he’ll give april the heads up so she can either keep (y/n) away from them until donnie shows up, or she can take the threat down while (y/n) isn’t paying attention or something.

i feel like they’d argue a lot though. no serious fights like getting physically violent or anything, but more petty squabbles about things like who (y/n)’s favorite is. they never take anything said seriously, and they’re still a really good team, but these little quarrels happen often, and they can both get real sassy lol

and YES. there needs to be more familial yandere content.

splinter would try to show off how much of a cool dad he is, telling (y/n) all of his best stories from when he was lou jitsu. even though most of them are impressive enough, he definitely exaggerates some of his stories to make him seem that much cooler.

probably pulls the “oh i used to be such a cool movie star dude, now i’m an old rat man who lives in the sewers and i’ve lost all my glory, please don’t leave me too :(” card. and why would they leave him? yeah, he can be pretty messy and lazy, but he’s also super fun to be around, and his stories always leave them wanting more!

yeah, he knows (y/n) probably has their own parents, but isn’t he so much cooler? he’s a ninjitsu master and he’s starred in so many cool movies! probably teaches (y/n) a couple ninjitsu moves so that they can protect themselves and so that they look up to him more.

i know this wasn’t a part of the ask but like- i love imagining splinter and draxum fighting to be (y/n)’s favorite dad.

and both fail.

ok, draxum would probably fail a lot little harder than splinter, because he goes from 1 to 11 so quickly. oh, someone is bullying (y/n)? ok, he’ll go t e a r t h e i r h o u s e d o w n

but then there’s splinter who tries so hard to seem cool. if it was just him, he’d be a lot more chill, but now that he knows he’s got some competition, he’s a lot more desperate. so he tries to win their favor by being all hip and down with the kids and it’s just painful.

i’m just thinking of draxum, splinter and (y/n) having dinner. the guys are out on a mission or something, so it’s just the three of them. draxum and splinter are glaring at each other while eating. they had recently been arguing over who was (y/n)’s favorite, so they’re both in a salty mood.

and then suddenly, draxum slams his hands on the table and points at (y/n), telling them to finally knock some sense into splinter by saying that draxum is clearly their favorite.

and then splinter jumps in, saying that draxum is crazy. surely, they would favor the famous lou jitsu over some goat man that nearly doomed the human race, right?!

and then (y/n)’s sitting there, just trying to finish their dinner like

awww, and the thought of (y/n) accidentally stopping leo from confronting the person/yokai is nice!

i mean, it only stops the dark thoughts temporarily, but at least they’ve bought the person/yokai a little bit more time!

so they spend the rest of the date night flirting and gushing over each other and showering each other in affection. although the dark thoughts pop back up every once in a while, he’s able to bury them all under his obsession love for his s/o. for now, at least.

“your kisses are to die for~”

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