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VYLE'S HUMAN TMNT 2012 REFERENCES
#1 - Leonardo Hamato
here's a reference for TMV leo!!! x)) i love how this turned out, i'm so excited to do the rest of these guys! silly billies. also, the "fearless leader leonardo!" text is in his handwriting. too bad we didn't see many characters' handwritings in the show, so i made my own for most of the squad.
just the characterization text:
he/they, bisexual, japanese/utrom, autistic
nicknames: leo, cap (from captain ryan)
mutation date: sep 28, 1996
responsible
disciplined; “work first, play later”
wants to lead others to be responsible like him; likes following values, especially ones shared with splinter
believes tested-and-true methods are the best, dislikes when people question them or force unfamiliar methods
idealistic
strives to be like his idols (ex. his dad, captain ryan); wants to be heroic and do good like them
holds himself and others to high expectations
failure makes him spiral, trying to find the reason; often blames others before fully blaming himself often sees what he WANTS to see in people (ex. “donnie’s smart, he knows everything.” “karai’s trustworthy, even if she’s with the foot.”)
optimistic; even in dire situations, hopes for a sudden “miraculous turn of events” until the very end
intuitive
most spiritual of his brothers; trusts in meditation, reflection and “the right mindset” to give strength
trusts in his gut feeling and moral compass
attentive to others’ quirks, needs and feelings; when close, picks up on even small demeanor changes
extra details for when there’s less action:
ambivert, quite charismatic even if his humor is corny (he loves puns)
good listener, great person to go to if you need emotional support
loves collecting vintage stuff, finding obscure media (and infodumping about it)
LOVES japanese city pop; also enjoys indie rock, especially calmer songs with stories behind them
Over thinkerShoto todoroki x reader
☁️Fluff
You’re in your room studying for exams listening to music when you hear the doorbell ring. You wonder who it could be, as you walk downstairs and open the door to find your boyfriend Shoto standing with an umbrella in the cold rain. He looks like he's been crying for his eyes are red and puffy and he keeps sniffling, ”Shoto! W-whats wrong?!” You practically yell bringing him inside “ are you o-okay!!?” You panic..He shakes his head not saying a word as you pull him inside, shutting the door behind him and he sets down his umbrella. He continues to sniffle and whimper softly as he stands there dripping water all over the floor….
“Oh shoto…”.. “I’ll be right back” .. you go into your room and grab a towel and a pair of your biggest clothes for him, returning towards him you hand him the clothes and towel “ change when you come out we can talk or if you stay like that you’ll get sick..”, “Okay…” He nods and replies as he grabs the towel and the clothes you give to him. He goes into the bathroom nearby and changes out of his completely soaked clothes that stick to his skin showing his complexion and into your dry ones. He was drowning in your hoodie but the pants seemed to fit him well, they were just a little short. He walks out of the bathroom looking a lot better than he did before but still looking upset.
“What wrong sho?..” you question him, “come on let’s sit on the sofa..” you tell him worryingly.. He nods once again doing as you say and sitting down on the sofa. He looks down at his lap for a few minutes as he wipes away the last of his tears and before finally speaking “…Can I ask you something?” He questions, “Anything sho!” You hold onto his hand, “You promise you won’t be mad?” -He looks at your hand holding his and grips it, squeezing your hand feeling its warmth.
He lets out a shaky sigh and grips your hand tighter while looking down “You don’t…have romantic feelings for anyone else besides me right?..”, “W-what?!” “What makes you think that?!” You exclaim shockingly, tightening your grip on his hand He lets out a shaky sigh and bites the inside of his cheek, “…There’s this boy in my class, he’s…well he’s pretty or whatever.. and I heard a few people in my class say that you two talk sometimes. I’m just overthinking it…I’m sorry..” you look at him with a confused look and ask “what do you mean? Sho the only pretty boy in class i have my eyes on is you..” you smile at him , He looks up you and gives you a shaky smile. He feels stupid now for even bringing it up and thinking such things “I didn’t mean to upset you I just…I got scared..I love you a lot and I’d be destroyed if you left me…I know I’m stupid for thinking things so easily it’s just…” he sighs..
“Oh sho.. I’d never leave you babe..” you look at him sadly, it pains your heart knowing he thinks this way… does he think you’d leave him for a “pretty boy” everyone finds attractive hell no that’s for sure.
His heart flutters slightly at your words, he lets out a shaky sigh and grips your hand tighter “Really?..You promise you won’t leave me for the pretty boy from your class?..” you scuffed “sho your the only pretty boy in my class… I don’t know any other boy that you could be talking about..” you giggle at his words, He looks away, realizing how stupid he sounds. He lets out a huff and puts his head in his free hand embarrassed “ I feel like a dumbass now..”
You laugh “ Dont say that babe… you’re the only person I’d ever lay my eyes on your my pretty boy…” you smile looking deep into his eyes, “Honestly sho don’t overthink it pains me knowing you think that way..” you kiss his soft lips .. licking your lips in hunger for more kisses.
He lets out another shaky and relieved sigh as you press your lips to his. His free hand rests on your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap. He breaks the kiss for a moment and buries his head into your neck, nuzzling it against your skin
“I’m really sorry for thinking such things…I love you so much…”.. “You should be knuckle head..” you state while playing with his semi wet hair. shivering as you touch his hair a bit wet from the rain. He gives a slight laugh at you calling him a knucklehead, knowing that he kinda deserves it and then nuzzles his head further into your neck as he speaks “I know, I’m sorry again…it’s just the people in my class keep talking about it…about how you and that boy are always talking and stuff…”.
“It’s just school work plus I didn’t want to tell you this but..” you slowly get closer to his ear and whisper “I show you off to him” you smile and you giggle in his ear. He listens to every word carefully and his cheeks turn a light pink. He takes a moment to process what you said, slightly confused at first “Huh? What do you mean you ‘show me off to him’?”, realizing what you had said but not was too late it had to be said “Oh nothing I just ramble about you a lot telling him how much of a good boyfriend you are sometimes I even get off topic on the project we do …” He can’t help but smile a bit, picturing you rambling about him to the boy as you work on projects together. He lifts his head up from your neck and looks up at you, “You really do that?” He questions “I do..”..” it’s kinda embarrassing now that I say it..” you cover your face He smiles gently at how embarrassed you are admitting it.
He gives you a satisfied smile seeing your beautiful face and moves one hand to cup your cheek. “You’re cuter than you give yourself credit for. You know that right?” You blush bright red “S-Sho!!”.. “Don’t say that” you bury yourself in his neck, He laughs at your actions and lets you bury yourself into his neck to hide your embarrassment. He brings his other hand up and runs his fingers through your hair as he smiles and speaks “Why not? I’m just saying the truth…”
You start kissing his neck softly bitting and licking into certain spots.. “Mhh.. I guess..” you breath heavily You immediately tell he’s enjoying the soft kisses on his neck, even letting out a small and shaky breath when you start biting into some special spots. He takes a moment to speak and when he does his voice is shaky and slightly strained… “Keep doing that and I’m…I’m not responsible for what happens next…”
You start kissing his neck softly bitting and licking into certain spots.. “Mhh.. if you say so..”
You continue on to leave him hickeys moving onto his lips.. He immediately melts into you as your lips move from his neck to his lips. He lets out a small hum of pleasure at the feeling as well as from the hickeys you leave. He closes his eyes and slides his tongue out a bit, gently licking over your lips as if asking for entrance into your mouth,You slowly let him inside your mouth moaning from his flavors mouth inside you… He lets out a noise of satisfaction as he slips his tongue into your mouth, immediately exploring every inch of it as he takes the lead of the kiss. The hand holding your waist suddenly grips onto you tighter as his tongue moves against yours, desperate to taste more of you.
You moan as you deeply kiss him passionately describe for his touch, He continues to dominate the kiss, holding you pressed against him as his other hand moves your hair back and out of your face so he can see you. He lets out another shaky breath as he devours your mouth, wanting this moment to last forever. He breaks the kiss for a moment, only to whisper the words, “I love you so much… ” in a soft and shaky voice before delving back in for another deep kiss…
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Yep… So this is what I think might be helpful. Check this tutorial by Sinix [x] it’s super helpful for drawing faces from different angles. Generally, if I can imagine a head in 3D I’m able to draw it and drawing eyes first helps me visualise everything. (It’s super sketchy but hope it’s understandable anyway :))
Day 19! Once again from the magnus list
Yet another messy sketch, work has been kicking my butt kissing under mistletoe....ignore the fact i cant draw mistletoe...
@emerald-emerlad
I want to kiss you so bad. Hard and deep.
So everytime your lips meet
You could still taste me.
I'm mentally insane
Heheeeeeee! I’m so excited to finally be able to post this! I did a little collab with @unclubbable on YouTube for his most recent upload when he asked if I could use this little Opilita wedding doodle I made! I’m so SO happy with how both the piece and final video came out especially when working with Hayden who runs the channel as aside from being an incredible voice actor he is also just the biggest sweetheart. Please check out the video and show Unclubbable support here:
Thanks again SO much to Hayden for this opportunity and kindness as a project director and new friend in this fandom!
Some lovey-dovey doodles of me and my boi! I haven't made anything mushy in a while with all the work I've had to do and our 1 year anniversary is this Sunday... I'm so happy...
Nothing special. Just me simping.
FINALLY!!!!!!!! TMAGP LENT ANIMATION HAS BEEN FREED FROM PROCRASTINATION HELL!!!!!!!!
This took way too long bc the malevolent brainrot got in the way so,,,,,, yeah I hope y’all enjoy!!! started this I mid-march so that’s why this has more first half of s1 vibes :))
also the YouTube link!!
Настроение дерьмо, состояние тоже, но я написала фф по любимым амбициозным придуркам, который не могу выложить на фикбук, так что пусть лежит тут до лучших времён.
(А ещё я не умею оформлять посты)
Проблемы со сном.
PG-13
Сироиси Хадзимэ (Ичи)/Какихара Масао
Кол-во слов: 2064 (4 страницы)
Метки: Поцелуи, флафф, драббл, делить постель.
TW: упоминание насилия, характерное для канона насилие.
Травмирующие события оставляли на нëм свои отпечатки. Ичи не любил вспоминать о своих снах, но зачастую это всегда было одним и тем же. Его избивают. Над ним издеваются. Его убивают. Последнее, к слову, не было для парня чем-то ужасным. После того, как ему перезали глотку или вспарывали живот, словно свинье, он просыпался, а значит ему становилось легче. Он и вправду чувствовал себя лучше.
У Ичи имелись свои проблемы со сном. Всегда. Он был неспокойным ребёнком, что с рождения плакал, стоило отойти от люльки в первые пол часа, пока малыш не засыпал достаточно крепко. Хадзимэ просился к родителям в постель на протяжении всего детства. Каждую ночь он приходил под бок к матери и с большими круглыми глазами, наполненными слезами, в коих отчëтливо читалось беспокойство, просился пустить его под одеяло и прижать к себе. Она не могла ему отказать. Со временем Ичи становился старше, научился спать один и не боялся выдуманных монстров под кроватью или плохих людей, что могли ворваться в его дом посреди ночи и задушить, пока ребёнок сладко дремлет в своей постели. На смену выдуманным страхам пришли кошмары, которые не давали сомкнуть глаза, заставляли лежать, прижавшись к стене и крепко обхватив себя руками, накрывшись одеялом с головой, смотреть в окно, пытаясь найти спокойствие в, качающихся на ветру, проводах и верëвках для белья.
Ичи не мог забыть Тачибаны, что стала очередным образом, который его больное сознание калечило ещё больше, заставляя парня просыпаться посреди ночи в холодном поту и до ужаса возбуждённым. Порой кошмары перерастали в нечто большее. Эротические сны. Разглядеть эту тонкую грань, к сожалению, Ичи так и не смог, но каждый раз, когда его руки оказывались на чужом избитом лице и сползали к огромным синюшным пятнам на бëдрах, глаза распахивались, а собственное семя пачкало ладонь, стекая на грязные от пота простыни.
После переезда к Какихаре и Карен его жизнь должна была измениться. Бывшая полупустая, грязная и маленькая комната, стены которой давили на него, грозясь сплющить и превратить в отвратное массиво, похожее на то, что остаётся после всех его жертв, была заменена просторной, светлой и без плесени и паутины в углах. В принципе Ичи никогда не было дела до состояния его апартаментов, но новый дом, само собой, ощущался по другому, как и мягкая, большая кровать с чистой, свежей постелью. Яркой и пëстрой. Почему-то парень и не ожидал другого от интерьера собственности новых товарищей. В конце концов, теперь это его комната и он сможет сделать с ней что захочет. Но Ичи ничего не хочет. Ему безразлично, где коротать время от дневной работы до ночной.
Первые ночи он даже не спал. То смотрел телевизор, сидя в гостиной, пока Карен собиралась к очередному клиенту или затачивал лезвия и полировал костюм под рассказы Какихары о его работе телохранителем. Иногда они коротали время за обсуждением пыток или убийств, их способах, приёмах, дальнейшей работе, что обещала быть ещё одним ужасным, угнетающим периодом в его жизни, но Какихара обещал, что с ним Хадзимэ будет лучше, чем до этого. Самодовольный ублюдок, которому Ичи благодарен. Это утомляло, но Ичи боялся сомкнуть глаз на незнакомом месте и новой кровати, в чëм открыто себе признавался. Его спасло только то, что в один из вечеров он заснул на плече Карен, пока та любезно зашивала пиджак Масао под его ворчание на неаккуратность богатеев, что мнят себя великодушными чертями, очищающие Японию от дерьма чужими руками. Тогда ему стало в какой-то степени проще. Он всё же пытался заснуть. Признать, у него получалось и даже успешно. Первый месяц прошёл, как говорят, отлично, но чем дальше – тем хуже. Так было всегда. События тех дней, прошлого, всё накатывало на него холодной пеленой среди ночи, заставляя содрогаться и вскакивать с постели, тяжело дыша и потея. Ну нет. Опять. Парень кусал губы, сжимая кулаки, старался не привлекать внимания, сидел на одном месте, лишь бы не встать и не разбить дорогой на вид телевизор, что был у него в комнате ещё до его приезда. Его комната всё же была слишком пуста. Даже горшки с цветами, о которых так беспокоилась девушка, он успел вынести на балкон от кухни. По сути здесь оставалась только кровать, комод с небольшим количеством его вещей и покоящиеся на нëм порно журналы, коими Масао обеспечивал его время от времени. Они были… чертовски занимательными. Такие мало где достанешь, а всё из-за фотографий, что красуются почти на каждой странице. Голые девушки, покрытые кровью, синяками, со следами изнасилования и побоев. Они были счастливы. Плакали от счастья и Ичи не мог не восхищаться этими изгибами каждой из модели, выступающими от переломов костями, разбитыми лицами и вывихнутыми конечностями.
Ярость накатывала постепенно, а всё потому что в экране он видел себя. Свои слëзы. Свою слабость, что всю жизнь принижали другие, что мучает его не только наяву, но и в собственной голове.
Эта мысль пришла к нему случайно.
Ичи вспоминал, как материнские руки нежно обнимали его, прижимая к своей груди и так трепетно шептали на ухо, что всё будет хорошо. Хадзимэ ей верил. Всегда доверял. Теперь, когда еë нет, парень не знал к кому стоило обратиться, не знал, кто ещё сможет прижать его к груди с такой нежностью и любовью, но глотать слëзы и ком в горле, пока тело трясло от необъяснимого, нахлынувшего ужаса он больше не мог. В этом доме определённо был человек, которому он доверял. Который привёл его сюда и пообещал, что жизнь хоть немного, но приобретёт новые «краски», кои должны как-то оживить парня и залечить его больные раны.
Тихий дверной скрип, видимо, никак не побеспокоил мужчину. Парень сглотнул, понимая, что просить об этом придётся напрямую, а правильных слов он вряд ли сможет подобрать, если они в данной ситуации вообще были. Неуверенно шагнув за порог, Ичи смахивает слëзы, вспоминая замечания мужчины на счёт его поведения. Какихаре не нравилась его смазливость. Он смеялся над ней, а Ичи, не способный остановиться, всегда плакал ещё громче, но уже от отвращения к самому себе. Ладонь робко касается обнажённого плеча. Ничего. Пальцы сжимают кожу, легонько толкая расслабленное тело. Масао мычит, видимо заснул недавно, если этого было достаточно, чтобы его разбудить. Ичи повторяет свою махинацию, толкая его сильнее. Губы Какихары растягиваются в пьяной улыбке, а рука тянется, чтобы потереть глаза, он поворачивает голову, усмехаясь. Смотрит на парня несколько секунд пока, громко выругавшись, резким движением не хватает из-под подушки свои излюбленные острые спицы, тыча ими в чужую грудь.
Хмурит брови, морщит нос:
- Какого хрена? – всё, что мужчина успевает сказать своим хриплым ото сна голосом, пока не слышит характерное шмыганье носом, что уже наталкивало на определённые мысли.
- Я…, - парень запинался, но пытался выровнять голос и говорить как можно чётче. Он боялся. – Могу я спать…с тобой?
- Чего? – мужчина не слушает, переспрашивает, не успевая даже осознать сказанного, а когда осознаёт, то негодование возрастает, а лицо морщится ещё больше. – Что удумал? Иди к себе! Кровати мало что-ли…
Ичи всхлипывает, кусая внутреннюю сторону щеки. Лишь тихое «Пожалуйста» слетает с его губ, прежде чем слëзы начинают стремительно выступать из уголков его глаз и стекать по бледным щекам.
Какихара, всё ещё пребывая в стадии пробуждения, опускает руку, отнимая от чужой груди острую иглу. Отводит взгляд, смотря на тëмное небо в окне и сияющие хаотичные россыпи ярких звёзд. Парень стоит на месте, не уходит. Масао, пытаясь понять, что к чему, бросает на него укоризненный взгляд, но эти опухшие красные глаза, полные слëз, мокрые щëки и искусанные губы заставляют его сердце болезненно сжаться, то ли от неприязни, то ли от жалости. Громко выдохнув, мужчина двигается к стене, похлопывая по месту рядом с собой, без слов даëт разрешение лечь рядом. Ичи, смахивая пальцами слëзы, улыбается, быстро нырнув под одеялом. Он лежит совсем на краю, свернувшись калачиком, зная, что доставляет мужчине явный дискомфорт. Старается не дышать и не всхлипывать, унять слëзы и замолчать, что по началу получается не очень. Какихара, который до этого лежал, чуть ли не уткнувшись носом в стену, разворачивается, видимо, уже устав от этого жалкого зрелища и тянет парня за руку на середину кровати, придвигаясь ближе и обхватывая поперёк груди, что было очень похоже на объятия, кои мужчина отказывался так назвать. Он отказывался даже думать об этом. Думать о слабости перед этим парнем. Ичи, видимо, становится легче. Наконец, облегченно выдыхая, парень прикрывает глаза и проваливается в долгий, крепкий сон.
Если они думали, что этим всё и закончится, то были не правы.
Ночные походы учащались со страшной скоростью. Порой несколько раз за месяц или даже неделю. Зависело от того, насколько страшно было Ичи, насколько работа была ужасной и болезненной. Удивительно, что с каждым разом принимать это становилось легче, а на шорох над ухом Какихара уже не реагировал, как на опасность, лишь отодвигался, давая парню возможность свободно прилечь рядом.
Карен смеялась над ними, но на самом деле это безумно еë умиляло.
Просыпаться становилось труднее, как и вставать с кровати, особенно, когда чужое горячее дыхание ласкало шею, а руки и ноги обхватывали твою грудь и бëдра. Какихара и сам удивлялся подобному. Его никогда не привлекла мысль делить с кем-то постель надолго, но Ичи стал исключением и в какой-то степени это было…даже приятно. Он был приятен. Чем дольше они делили жильё, постель, работу, тем крепче становилась их связь, начиная перерастать в некие отношения, определение которым никто давать и не собирался. Она просто была. Этого было достаточно.
Открыв глаза, мужчина осознаёт, что не может даже пошевельнуться. Его буквально придавило чужим телом. Он смотрит в низ и видит тëмную макушку, что покоится на собственной груди, а отросшие волосы так растрепались, что закрывали глаза мальчишки. Да. Именно так он его и называл. Мальчиком, ребёнком, не потому что считал это чем-то милым или ласковым, а потому что Ичи и вправду вёл себя, как дитя, да и было в этом что-то ироничное, забавное.
Тот, в свою очередь, мирно посапывает, изредка шмыгая носом и Какихара задумывается, нет ли у него каких-либо проблем с дыханием. Вообще, о его проблемах он задумывается чаще, чем о своих, намереваясь даже показать парня врачу, только какому и сам пока не знает, уж больно этот список огромен. Карен говорила, что и ему самому не мешало бы провериться, желательно, по всем пунктам.
Масао запускает пальцы свободной руки ему в волосы, немного взъерошив их. В ответ на это лëгкое касание, Ичи морщится, крепче обнимая чужой бок. Ухмыльнувшись, мужчина спускает руку на худую спину, прощупывая костяшки позвоночника, сквозь тонкую ткань белой футболки, поглаживает, выводя пальцами незамысловатые узоры. Масао смотрит в потолок, проглядывая силуэты от тени люстры, пока тело под боком не начинает шевелиться и вот на него уже смотрят вечно уставшие карие глаза. Смотрят, пронзая душу, с непониманием и еле читаемым, но всё же недовольством.
- Утречка, - протягивает Какихара, усмехаясь своим излюбленным тоном, и отнимает руку от чужой спины, кладя еë себе под голову.
- Ты разбудил меня, - высказывается Ичи и приподнимается на руках. – Зачем?
- Это оказалось проще, чем я думал.
- Но зачем? – казалось, парень действительно этого не понимал, ведь мужчина никогда его не будил, если это не касалось работы. Всегда мирно лежал рядом или спал дольше, чем сам Хадзимэ.
Масао молчит какое-то время, казалось, заново изучая этот растрёпанный мальчишеский образ, что уж очень ему нравился за счёт своей небрежности.
- Мне захотелось тебя поцеловать.
- Чего? – опешив, парень садиться, упираясь коленом мужчине в бок. Такое откровение застало его врасплох, ведь если Какихара действительно хотел от него чего-либо, то никогда того не афишировал. Масао поднимается на локтях, смотря на парня из-под полуприкрытых век, а губы растягиваются в улыбке, делая еë ещё более жуткой.
- Подвинься.
И Ичи придвигается ближе, опуская голову на один уровень с мужчиной. Тот, в свою очередь, касается пальцами чужого подбородка поглаживая линию нижней челюсти, притягивая к себе ближе. Парень подаëтся первый, касаясь сухих тонких губ своими, влажными и горячими, обхватывая нижнюю, чуть прикусывая и оттягивая на себя. Наверное, поцелуи – единственное в чëм Ичи был мягок, когда дело касалось близости. Ему хотелось вкусить и насладиться, растягивая момент, нежно и трепетно. Неверное, поэтому Какихара так редко его целовал. Он был слишком…резок, глубок, словно хотел съесть и высосать душу, как это делали персонажи игр, в которые Ичи зависает сутками напролёт. Ему нравилось хватать и чтобы хватали его. Сжимали. Сминали. Терпения у него не было, а Ичи, наоборот, любил подождать. Сегодня всё было иначе. Какихара ждал, пока Хадзимэ насытится своей нежностью и обхватит чужие щëки ладонями, пальцами проводя по глубоким шрамам, чтобы проникнуть в них по первую фалангу. Ичи седлает его торс, сгибаясь чуть-ли не пополам, чтобы не отрываться от мужских сочных губ. Масао смеётся, отстраняет его и падает головой на подушку.
- Подожди пока солнце встанет, малец.
- Ты разбудил меня среди ночи ради этого? – Ичи недовольно вздыхает, падая рядом на смятые простыни. Он очень недоволен, ведь сон сегодня был так хорош, а Какихара лишь смеëтся, отворачиваясь к стене и накрывая пуховым одеялом своë обнажённое тело, что парень будет рассматривать всю оставшуюся ночь.
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Hey! I read the fics you've written for Teddy Pierce from the Christmas Chronicles and I love them so much, I've been trying to look for more fics of him but can barely find any! I was wondering if you could write one where it's like right after Christmas and Teddy gets sick with the flu or the stomach bug or something and the reader ends up taking care of him even though he insists on powering through it on his own? No rush tho! :)
Stuck in The Sheets
"This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!"
[Sick Teddy Peirce X F! Reader]
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, teddy acting like he is dying, coughing and just being sick, Teddy has an attitude, Teddy is downbad, Reader is referred to as an angel (not in dialogue), Fragile masculinity? (teddy wants to be 'manly'), and first "I love you" is spoken.
Amazing request, I hope I did it justice! I already had them dating before, I don't know if you wanted a sick confession. I had so much fun writing this, to me personally, I feel like Teddy is a very mushy sick person. A "man cold" type. So I hope this matches with what you wanted! Thank you so much for the request, remember this is how I imagine things, so if you dislike it, make your own. ENJOY!
It was only a week after Christmas and Teddy blamed those "elves" Santa had for getting him this sick. Although his mother claimed it was just the flu, for all he knew it could be some form of rabies from them. Ok that was dramatic, but part of him believed this is what he got for not believing in Satna. This was his revenge. He was going to die, he had every right to be dramatic, he was bedridden. Coughing, his throat was ever so dry, he had a huge headache, and not to mention his temperature was 102 degrees. He felt like he was dying a pitiful death. He didn't want his girlfriend, you, to see him like this, but with his luck, his sister called you and asked you to come over. Forcing him to endure the pain of looking like a fool before you. He was thankful to an extent; he would have something pretty to look at before he went. You thought he was being unreasonable. He just needed to give it a few days and he would be ok. To him, you believed he thought it would never end.
Being the wonderful partner you were even though you had just gotten back from staying at your grandparents' house. Since that was where you had Christmas at. You made your way to his house after getting some distressing messages from his younger sister. Personally, you didn't remember when you gave her your number, but right now that didn't matter. You knocked on the door, his mother answered, inviting you in before telling you what you already knew. "Teddy isn't feeling the bes-" In the middle of her sentence his voice was heard yelling for his sister to leave his room. He sounded so sick, poor thing. You thanked her and excused yourself to be with your boyfriend. Climbing up the old steps to his childhood and present home, they creaked slightly. Gently you made your way to his door, something you were so used to. If the situation was opposite, it wouldn't be since he for some reason refused to enter through your door. He preferred your window late into the night, it seemed to be his favorite.
"Go away." He grumbled as you knocked on his door, causing a laugh to stir inside you. You opened the door anyway, slowly walking inside. His head turned slightly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. Stumbling on his words in his sick voice, still managed to grumble out a few words, "I- I didn't mean that for you..K- Kate wouldn't leave me alone." Causing you to laugh, stepping inside his room fully. The door closing behind you with a small click. Just shaking your head at him. Gosh, he really was just an awkward teenage boy, but he was your awkward teenage boy. "You didn't need to come, I'm fine. Kate was being stupid, you just got back, go home." He continues. He knew it was most likely stupid and pointless, you weren't just going to leave. Especially because he looked terribly sick, like almost a Victorian child dying of the plague. You weren't going to leave. How could you? Even if your lovely, angsty and 'manly' boyfriend insists he will be fine.
You let out a small laugh again, walking closer to him. Before sitting down beside him on his bed. He was sitting up so he was only a few inches from you. "I brought you soup, it's downstairs with your mom." He shook his head, obviously annoyed with you. Sometimes he hated how nice you were, hated how kind you were to him even before dating. Gosh, even when you both were playfully bickering the words you spoke never sounded harsh. You were an angel, everyone in town knew that. Why did you pick a kid who stole and hijacked cars? That was beyond him. That didn't mean he was ungrateful, he loved you to death. He didn't want to be the first to say those three words. He was supposed to be the man. Right?
He grimaced at your words, still a bit lost in thought. "I'm fine I promise, you can go home and unpack." Stopping himself before he said please. He couldn't remember the last time he truly said that word. He knew you wouldn't leave, even if he pleaded with you. That just wasn't who you were. Couldn't blame him for at least asking. Sitting beside him, you wrapped him into a hug. Catching him off guard a bit, he hugged you back, holding in a cough. To not force the moment to end due to your worries. But it was bound to happen as soon as you pulled back, he started coughing like a maniac. Causing you to hand him is water that sat on his side table. He nodded slightly as a thanks. Amid his coughing he managed to speak, "I'm serious. I'm fine." Now you were getting annoyed at him, he was obviously not fine. He was sick, very sick. Why wouldn't he just let you take care of him?
You shook your head slightly, playfully. "If you're not sick I'm Jack Frost himself, don't give me that." The words spoken had a hint of an attitude, but he kept giving you an answer you weren't going to take. He knew that, his sister knew that, even his own mother knew that. No matter what, you would still be here. "We both know I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me." Smiling, you pull him into another hug. This hug was more playful than the other one. His head was in the crook of your neck as you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead on his. It was so sappy he thought he may throw up, at least that's what he would tell his friends. He wouldn't tell them how he wanted to relish in the moment until he felt better. He was so in love it hurt but he couldn't say...
"I love you." It was faint, almost too faint. If he was too lost in thought, he would have missed those three words you spoke. His cheeks flushed up, unaware of how red your cheeks had become. Letting out a shaken breath, he spoke as softly as you spoke those three words, "You love me?" You nodded shyly, your foreheads still pressed together. Quickly he pulled back his eyes, finally softened speaking even more quietly, "I love you too." A smile crossed your face at his words. His face was almost as red as Saint Nick's hat.
He pulled you close, he wanted to kiss you. More like needed to kiss you but you pushed him away. Not wanting to get sick. He frowned, looking like one of those sad puppies on commercials wanting you to buy their product. "This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!" He furrowed his eyebrows, he was going to get that kiss. "Come on, you told me you loved me today. I think I should get a complimentary kiss." Now he was just acting a bit cocky. Can't blame a man for trying, could you? You shook your head for probably the hundredth time today. Laughing slightly at his child-like antics.
It was getting late and your parents would rather die than let you sleep over at your boyfriend's house. They nonstop said "hormonal teenagers can't be trusted". Whatever, you smiled before leaving. Making sure he knew where the soup you brought him was and that he could call you in the afternoon tomorrow. You didn't want him randomly calling you at 3am even though that was most likely what would happen. Kissing his forehead before you left, to his fake displeasure. His eyes couldn't hide how he felt, it was the biggest look of love you had ever seen. Then you exited the room. The same small click behind you as you shut the door to leave. Saying goodbye to his mother and sister before walking home. It took you a bit, but after you got home, you laid in your bed for a while.
Starting to unpack your clothing and other stuff from Christmas up in Chicago with your grandparents, you felt something in your throat. Before you started to cough. That damn boyfriend of yours.
Thank you so much for reading this, this is my first request so I hope I did well. Christmas in February?! Yes yes I know, not to mention I have a few drafts I should post. But let me know if you have any more requests! Love you all! If you see any grammar mistakes or spelling, just let me know! I'll fix it right away to make sure everyone has a wonderful reading experience.
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Ponyboy would like your blue eyes, they would remind him of dally piercing and bright, staring deep into his under the moonlight, acting as his own summer sky during the nightfall.
Ponyboy would like your green eyes, even though he hated most people with them. They would show him that there could always be a change in mind and heart.
Ponyboy would like your hazel eyes, the colors all together reminding him of the sky during the sunset. The blues and greens and some brown blending to make a beautiful grey sky in them.
Ponyboy would like your black eyes, they would remind him of Johnny, his innocence and how there is always some good in the world. He shouldn’t ever forget it.
Ponyboy would like your brown eyes, that gold tint in the sunlight reminding him of the sun during the rise and fall of night. That the only thing gold that will stay is you,
And those eyes that he loves so dearly.
Kiss Under the Mistletoe
"A kiss? Can I get just a bit more,..."
Teddy Peirce X F! Smart Reader
Word Count: 1.1K
Warning(s): Making out, underage drinking (not teddy or reader), fluff, a tiny misunderstanding (readers end), Language/cursing, sexual? (They just really touch), People walking in on or interrupting a make out, bad grammar, writing, and spelling.
Reminder: Don't forget to be safe if you are parting make sure to bring a friend or two, and always put your drunk friend on their side so if they pass out, they don't choke. I don't approve of anyone underage drinking it's just for the fanfiction.
A party? You mentally slapped yourself in the face for letting your friend know about it, getting to be the one dragged to it. The Friday of said party was great, just before Christmas break, everyone finished with finals everyone was in an amazing mood. Dreading the party you make your way home, it's not like you don't like parties, just you didn't really like the thought of being surrounded by drunk people on a Friday night.
After getting dressed in a red dress to fit the Christmas theme of the party your friends and you make your way to the party. Only being a block away from your own home. Upon arrival you hang your coats up and walk into the living room where all the dancing and drinks were. You were questioning making a run for it, greeting you was a half-naked guy yelling to another one that new people were here or as he said, "Fresh meat." was here. Ignoring him you made your way to the probably spiked punch bowl, taking some and having a sip. Yeah. Tequilla filled your taste buds, and you spit the drink put and set the cup down.
You liked parties but seriously, shirtless guys that weren't like the movies and walking into people making out or worse, fucking? Those thoughts made you not go up the stairs, walking outside you sat down on a small bench. "Seems like you could use some company." A voice said, turning around you are met with a "gang" kid? Or Teddy Pierce. Brown hair, brown eyes, he was quite attractive. "I guess." Not wanting to sound rude for not saying anything. He sits down next to you. Sitting in silence the loud party music and people in the background.
Hearing a scoff or a laugh he tried stopping you looked over, asking what was funny. He pointed up. Mistletoe. "So? Do I get a kiss?" You laugh, "Did you come out here just for a kiss from me?" He looked at you a tiny smirk on his face, "So what if I did? Who wouldn't want a kiss from you? Top of her grade, honors student, chess champ, I mean honestly your any guy like mines dream." You froze. He knew who you were? Sure, he was right about all those things, but someone like him?
Stuttering out words, "I mean if you came all this way for a kiss." He smiled, personally you did see him and his friends talking and laughing before he followed you. Did he really need to know, you knew? I mean hell your first time getting a Christmas kiss, it counts even if it is a bet.
Leaning in, he gives you a kiss. The kiss tasted like peppermint, and hot chocolate. Expecting him to pull back, you move back a bit, he didn't like that. He moved over, still kissing you rougher. He pulled back, letting you both get some oxygen. You honestly thought he was going to run back over to his friends and get the $20 or something they would give him for winning the bet. Moving back once again, he speaks "Just A kiss? Can I get just a bit more, think of it as a Christmas gift?" Smiling as he spoke.
What the fuck? Confused you ask, "Is this a joke? Part of the bet or something?" More confused is all you could say to describe how he looked at you. "Bet, joke, what are you talking about you think I'm going to kiss someone who I haven't liked since freshman year?" Now what is going on, your confused and so is he. "Well, I didn't know..." Maybe that wasn't really going to help you, but could he really blame you? His friends were known for that. Huffing he sighs, "Yeah I know. Now you do I guess." Silents follows before he smirks, when you can look at him again. "So, about another kiss?"
You laugh, "I guess you can have another one, but what would my Christmas gift be?" The smirk on his face increased to what you can only describe as devilish, he grabbed your hand and walked you threw the party and into a room. "Did you think you're getting lucky? Cause that's not going to happen, sweetheart." He smiles at you.
"Never, that's for our one-year anniversary." Maybe he was a better guy than you thought, "Oh? When would that be?" Opening the door and leading you into the room, "Today, next year. If you let me be your boyfriend." Let him? Damn he was messing with your heart. "And why wouldn't I let you?" He led to near the bed, laughing, "Well I'm not the best example." Sitting on the bed and patting a spot for you, you sat next to him. "I don't think so, so yeah I will let you be my boyfriend. But after this party I'm going to need a date. To truly tell." Smiling you look over at him, he is also smiling.
Leaning over you kiss him. He kissed you back in an instant, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you to him. You pull back from the kiss, that's when he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. Pulling you in for another kiss. This time he bites on you bottom lip quite hard, making you gasp, giving enough room for his tongue to slip in. His tongue easily becomes more dominate, pulling you against him. You felt like hours went by of you two just kissing, his hands moving from your waists to your thighs or ass. Anything he could get his hands on without breaking a kiss or pulling back.
You heard people walking coming and going around you, thinking no one was entering the room you both took up. Soon you hear your name being called, a door open, and a gasp and giggle. You turn around the friends you came with were standing in the door frame, watching as Teddy nipped and kissed on your neck. One of them spoke, "We have to leave, she is drunk as hell and your mom called me." You quickly climb off him, apologizing before running out the door.
He just smirked. He may be on the naughty list, but he would be on it forever if it meant every Christmas that was his present. Hurrying out of the party himself needing to determine where he was going to take you for your first date. As he walked in threw door his siter Kate sat there looking at him, their father's old video camera in hand. "A thief Teddy...wait till I tell mom about this!" Everything fell apart. Or did it?
I apologize for taking so long, Christmas was chaotic, and I had no motivation. I will try to post more since, there is like no fics or oneshots for him. I'm running out of ideas though. I will try and post as much as possible though. And thank you guys for 10 likes! If you want to be tagged every time, I post one don't be shy to comment and ask.
Mr. Car thief, Or is it Mr. Steal Your Heart
"He didn't steal that car, he stole my heart."
Teddy Pierce X Police officers' daughter
Song recommended with this oneshot: Criminal by Britney Spears
Word Count: 750
Warnings: Cussing and/or violent language, Teddy is a bit of a bully and a bit violent, Kissing, making out, reader lying to her father, kabedon.
Reminder: I don't own any of the characters other than you the reader and her parents. Please don't repost without credit, and i'm always open for constructive criticism.Please also remember all of this is fake and Teddy never does have a run in with the cops other than with Santa and Kate, it's just for the story.
Don't forget to enjoy and if you have any requests or want to be tagged in my next oneshot please let me know! I know its very short and rushed but I have to study for finals but I wanted to post again before my Christmas break.
Well shit, how come he didn't even notice her until that video his sister took. A girl that he knew of in his grade was staring right at him when he and his "friends" stole that car. Fuck. What was he supposed to tell her, did he really have to explain what he did to her? Double fuck, her dads a fucking cop. His mind raced of things to get her to shut her mouth about it.
You on the other hand had yet to say a word about it to anyone. How could you tell on him? As pathetic as it sounded you thought he was kind of cute. Well walking back home down an alleyway that you always take you didn't expect to see him there waiting for you.
Teddy found out from asking around what your name was, what route you take to school, and everything in between. Finding your route was just a bit off of his he decided to give you a bit of a visit. Just a bit of a scare, he assumed to get you to keep your mouth shut. Finally you came around the corner of the alleyway.
Walking through the alleyway not knowing he was even there until he pushed your back against the brick wall of that same alleyway. His hand moving to the side of your face, trapping you. Obviously confused and a bit panicked you looked up at him, he was only a few inches taller than you.
"Don't think I didn't see you there, what am I going to have to do to keep your mouth shut about that little thing." Honestly you were a little confused at first before you realized what he was talking about. The stolen car. "Don't make me repeat myself, what do you want to keep your mouth shut." If you were being honest with yourself you wanted him to kiss you, take your first kiss. Taking all the courage you had you spoke in a quiet voice, "A kiss."
He must have thought you were joking since he laughed then realized you were being serious. "You just want me to kiss you? And you wont tell anyone what happened? That seems a bit too easy." Did you really want to tell him that would be your first kiss, no but if it makes it more believable and he would do it. You got to try. Stuttering out some words you were able to whisper, "Well some kids are making jokes about me never having my first kiss so. I thought you know, you don't get into trouble and kids will leave me alone."
He smiled, this was too easy he thought. How could he say no to a cute girl asking him to kiss her. His hand wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I mean, I can't say no to that." Leaning down to kiss you, it was a lot rougher than you thought it would be. Thinking it would be a quick kiss, him on the other hand was not thinking that. Pushing you up more against the wall, after a few seconds he pulled back, your mouth was a little open getting oxygen. Exactly what he was hoping for.
He kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth. A little moan escaping your lips leads him to continue his assault on your lips. His knee moving up in between your legs, leaving your lips for some oxygen you let out a little whine trying to pull him in for another kiss. Laughing he pulled back saying something you could barely hear as he was walking away while speaking, "Maybe next time you catch us, we can continue."
He left you standing in that alleyway with that cute look of desperation and submission. He didn't want to overdo it. I mean it was your first kiss. Making your way home your father questions why you're late and about that stolen car. "I think it was the Pierce kid. I mean he was in the area, there had to be witnesses. You were there right it was him right?" Shyly you speak very quietly and almost as if you're not talking to him.
"Dad, he didn't steal that car, he stole my heart." You walk up to your room, getting a good night's sleep you would need it. How else would you find them stealing another car?
Honestly, I think this is my favorite ending I have made yet. Thank you, guys, for the support!
That Sketchbook of Yours
Teddy Pierce X reader
Warnings: Fluff, a bit of mention of his fathers passing, Cussing and violent language, Teddy acts like a bully for a paragraph, making out, and parent interrupting making out. Let me know if I missed any!
Word Count: 1.2K not including title
I saw some in need for Christmas chronicles X readers and being someone who thinks teddy was attractive here we are. I'm sorry if some parts are wrong, I barely even had my first kiss (I'm a loser for my age). Also if you have anything else you want don't be shy to ask! Now enjoy!
FYI, it's really late for me and I should be studying for finals but I'm not so if you see a mistake, please let me know and honestly, I kind of hate this but whatever.
After Teddy's father died, he didn't really have anyone to turn to before he met you. You were a nerd as people saw it, you read and wrote, hell you could draw really well too. He thought you were quite pretty too. He only saw you in one class and that was geometry, one he recently failed, but boy was he glad he failed.
You were a shy thing too, not talking much; sitting in a corner seat; head down and always drawing something. He knew of your artist skill from having to sit away from his "gangster" friends and next to you. He always did sneak glances at you how could he not? You were so easy to fall for. Nodding or shaking your head when people talked to you, when you did talk your voice was adorable.
Randomly one day before Christmas break he took your sketchbook, he stood a few inches taller than you. Flipping through the pages mostly filled with cats or sometimes a friend or too. You panic and desperately try to grab the notebook. He stood his ground, looking at each page for a second.
He came across a page, filled with drawings of himself. He laughed before leaning down to your height. "Does this mean you have a little crush on me?" You blush a bright red, he laughs again. "I'm taking that as a yes, am I right? Sweetheart." You stumble on your words, trying to make up a lame excuse to why you had those drawings which consisted of "Your easy to draw," "You sit next to me and are an easy reference." There were a few more but he didn't really bother to listen. The blush that was darkening on your cheeks was more than an answer.
But before he or you could say anything else, you grabbed your notebook and ran off; embarrassed. Running home straight away not stopping till you were safe in your room, cooped up in your feelings for him. Christmas break the rest was a blur for you until a day or two after Christmas...
~Flashback for Teddy on Christmas Eve With Santa~
"If you know what everyone wants, tell me what I want." Kate looked up at him "Teddy! Stop it, you don't have to do that Santa." Santa looked at Teddy a bit annoyed and a bit; prideful? "Her." He fell silent for a long while, knowing exactly who he was talking about. Kate was just confused "Who?" Nobody answered her though.
She very quickly forgot about that when she was asked to find the reindeer. The boys sat in the car for a minute in silence, still running from the police. "She asked for you for Christmas, you know." Teddy smiled a bit, he knew exactly what to do when he saw her again. He even thought about finding you himself.
~End of Flashback~
A day or two after Christmas you were sitting in your bedroom before a faint knock at the door, thinking it was your mother, you politely say that they could come in. You turn to ask 'your mother' what she needs and your face to face with Teddy Pierce. Honestly he doesn't know whether to laugh or walk out with the look of surprise on your face. He spoke before you had a chance to, "Listen I know I was kind of an asshole last we saw each other and I just want to tell you that well. Damn it this is harder than I thought. I like you. I did all that teasing because I liked you."
You stood there, not really being able to muster up any form of words. "Say something please. Yell at me, tell me i'm a dick and kick me out, do anything!" You worked up as much courage you had in many years, got on your tip toes, leaned in and kissed him. Now it was his turn to be surprised. Your kiss was short and sweet your lips tasted like candy-canes and sugar cookies, his tasting like milk and maple syrup. Pulling back from kiss and him you look away a bit sheepishly and quietly speak, "Were the drawings of you not enough, do I really have to say I like you too?"
He was staring at you, "No they weren't. Say it again. That you like me." He was a bit in disbelief I mean hell Santa is always right about that kind of stuff but, he needed to hear it from you. "I like you too, Teddy Pierce." You smile shyly looking back at him, when you feel a tug. Pulling you closer he speaks quietly a bit embarrassed, "Can I?" You don't know for certain what he is asking but you whisper out a yes.
Almost evidently he kissed you, rougher than you kissed him but still soft. He turns you both around having your back to the door, pressing you against it; his hands on your waist teasingly moving up and down, testing the waters to see if he should go down any farther. You, your hands moving to his hair, tugging a bit; trying to get some type of oxygen. He bites your lip not hard just enough to shock you a bit into opening your mouth, his tongue sliding in slowly. Not wanting to rush or scare you.
Seeing you were fine with it he started to get a bit more greedy. Taking a breath he leaned into you more, his body competently covering yours; his leg moves in between your legs, for "More space" as he phrased it in his head. Lightly moaning, you hungrily pull more on his hair; as his tongue takes the more dominant control. He perks up at your little moan.
He made you do that. Not that loser kid that tries to walk you home everyday, not the kid in geometry who tries to get you to look at him, not the kid always asking for homework answers to start a conversation, not even that kid who would compliment your drawings all the time. HIM. Just when it's about to go farther, his hands moving to your ass, you hear a knock. More like he heard the knock. He leaned back, you leaned to him. He gently grabs you and opens the door face to face with your mother.
"You two alright I didn't really hear any talking or anything, do you guys want some cookies?" Your mom spoke, you honestly have never been more mad at your mother for ruining the moment. Teddy smiled at her "No, maybe next time my mother would get worried." Your mother being the kind lady she is smiled back and told him she would let you two say goodbye before he left.
"We are dating now right," you asked questioningly. He laughed, "I wouldn't kiss you and do all that for you not to be my girlfriend." You smile at him, and he opens your bedroom door to leave. Pulling him back you give him a kiss, a soft and quick one before walking him outside. Walking back to your room you realize something.
Teddy Pierce a guy who stole cars, hung around gangsters, and has failed a class was not your boyfriend he was just a random guy. Your boyfriend was kind, loved photographing and had a passion for it. He loved the snow and would never admit enjoying baking and how much he really loved his sister. To think it all happened because he took that sketchbook of yours and maybe a bit of help from old saint nick.
I hate the ending, but I didn't want this one-shot to be over 1.5K words. Well, I hope you like this, please if you want to re-post this somewhere you give me credits and permission. If you want any more of Teddy Pierce don't be shy, I'm always open to suggestions and as well as help in making my writing more enjoyable. Please let me know your opinions!
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