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fluffytriceratops · 1 year ago

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Hi, I’m not sure if you’re still doing requests or not but if it’s okay, could I request a headcanon of maybe 2k12 and Rise!Leo x reader having a cuddle time? I don’t mind you choosing one of them, I totally understand. I love Leo so much he’s such a dork and needs to be protected at all costs 🥰 Thanks!

𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 [𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟐 & 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞]

notes: yes, of course! i would love to write this for you!! i'll do them both since you asked so nicely hehe, but this is my first time doing a headcannon of rise leo so i apologize if it's a little ooc. ^^ i hope you enjoy! <3 [also photo is not mine fyi-]

warnings: mature language/swearing, tooth rotting fluff,

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1

(if you would like to be tagged in my future tmnt x reader related work, feel free to let me know and i'll happily add you!)

i love you all sm! i'm sending all the virtual hugs and well wishes to you!! <33

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2012 Leonardo:

- as a cuddle bug, you love a good cuddle session. and honestly, leo wont oppose to this as he too loves to cuddle with you.

- plus how can he say no when you waddle up to him with a cute pout on your face? wondering why he had left you in the bed all alone??

- "you fell asleep and i wanted to make myself a cup of tea." he hummed, extending an arm and watching with a warm smile as you curled into his side and nuzzled against him.

- "and? i don't see your point in leaving me. is tea more important than your beloved?"

- leo fights the urge to roll his eyes and bites back a grin. "well..."

- he lets out a laugh when you scowl and pull away from him, he catches you by the waist before you get too far.

- "i'm kidding, nothing is more important than you." he hums, planting a sweet kiss to your temple.

- you huff, puffing out your cheeks in agitation. "doesn't feel like it, leonardo."

- leo winces. "pulling out the full name, huh? that's a low blow, baby."

- "you shouldn't of left me for a sack of crusty leaves, dickhole."

- leo chuckles at this, shaking his head to himself. "i'll make it up to you, promise. shall we go back to cuddling?"

- you glance up at him, taking in the way he gazes at you adoringly. his ocean eyes are so full of love it makes your heart ache.

- with a soft smile and a nod of your head, you wait for him to grab his tea before making your way back to his bedroom.

- he places his mug on his bedside table before climbing into his bed. you wait for him to get comfy before climbing in as well. planting yourself on top of his chest.

- leo runs his hand up and down your back in a comforting manner. watching as you trace invisible patterns into his skin with your index finger.

- he loves laying with you like this. the rest of world falls silent when the two of you get to cuddle.

- it's like the only person in the world is you. you're all that matters.

- leo see's you getting sleepy again, eyelids falling heavy. he lets out a breath of content when you nuzzle yourself further into him. pressing your face in the crook of his neck.

- "i love you." you mumble, breath tickling him.

- "i love you, too." he whispers, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

- cuddle sessions with you were the best. there was no place he'd rather be than here. with you safe in his arms.

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2018/Rise Leonardo:

- leo's a clingy mother fucker. he loves a good cuddle. and honestly, he can be a tad clingy.

- but you can't complain, because you love cuddles too. and leo's good at cuddling.

- sometimes, however, it can catch you off guard.

- you're laying on the couch, scrolling through random tiktoks on your phone when out of nowhere a body practically launches itself on top of yours.

- your breath leaves you and you grunt at the sudden weight. "holy fucking shit-"

- you can't see leo's face, it's buried in your chest and your face heats at the sight. "what the fuck are you on?"

- "cocaine." comes his muffled reply and it makes you snort and roll your eyes.

- he tilts his head up, resting his chin against you as he stares up at you cheekily.

- "you're such a shit."

- "but i'm your shit. and you love me." he purrs, smirking at the way your face heats even more.

- "shut up. you didn't have to launch yourself onto me like that. if you wanted cuddles so damn bad you could have asked, asshole."

- your hand finds his shell and you begin to trace the grooves, knowing how much he likes it. leonardo practically melts in your arms.

- "you would've said no-"

- "that's a fat fucking lie and you know it."

- leo pouts dramatically. "you've got such a potty mouth today."

- "that's what happens whenever you're around."

- it's leo's turn to roll his eyes. "not my fault i take your breath away~"

- "only when you yeet your entire body mass onto mine without warning-"

- "don't be so dramatic." he nuzzles further into you, wiggling to try and get more comfortable.

- you sigh, "you're lucky i love you."

- he beams at this. "see, what did i say-"

- "i will throw your ass onto the floor."

- leo shuts up at that. but you don't miss the massive shit eating smirk on his face. the sight makes you smile.

- "i love you too." he says after a moment, pressing his face into the crook of your neck to plant a few tender kisses to your skin.

- it's your turn to melt against him. "you better.."

- tossing your phone onto the floor, you wrap your arms around him to the best of your ability. your legs are tangled together and your breathing evens out. hearts beating in perfect sync.

- cuddling with leo felt like heaven. and while you'd never say it out loud, cuz he'd never let you live it down, you honestly adored every second of it.

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mayajadewrites · 7 months ago

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could've been you - shouta aizawa, keigo takami

✦ synopsis: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy.

✦ chapter content warnings: angst hehe

✦ relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader

ao3

TAG LIST:

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chapter nine

Your heart starts to race.

The space where Keigo once was is now empty. His duffle bag - gone. You stand up so quick you almost fall over.

You check your phone. No text.

2:45 AM.

You press his contact and call 1, 2, 3, then 10 times.

No answer.

Tears well up in your eyes as you accept this fate - that Keigo snuck out. Left you.

You tried climbing back into bed but you can't sleep.

You put your softed robe on and pad to Aizawa's door. It's late, sure, but he's probably awake.

And you still don't have his number so this is how you communicate.

You knock on the door as quietly as you can, careful not to wake up anyone else on your floor.

After a few knocks, the door opens.

Aizawa rubs his eye before finally looking at you. He can tell you've been crying.

"What happened?" He grabbed you by your shoulders and brought you into his place.

You didn't answer - you couldn't. How could you explain that you just let a man fuck you and he left?

"Please talk to me." Aizawa's voice was soft now as he set next to you on the couch.

"Keigo left." You sniffle.

"Left? Left to where? What do you mean?"

"We had sex, fell asleep and then he left. He didn't leave a note or anything! I called, no answer."

Aizawa's eyebrows almost reached the top of his forehead. "He didn't say goodbye? No explanation?"

"No. His bag is gone. He's gone."

Shouta's face was full of anger. You observed his body language - he was tense.

But then he held you. No words were exchanged. His body heat was against yours as his body mended into yours.

His hair was pulled back into a low bun - your favorite. He pulled you on top of him so your back was on his chest.

You took a deep breath as his arms tightened around you, almost like a weighted blanket. He kissed the top of your head as your eyes started to feel heavy.

"I'm sorry, Shouta." You murmured as your eyes began to close.

"For what?" His calloused hand caressed the soft skin on your cheek.

You mouth parted as a quiet snore left your lips.

When you woke up the next morning, you were in a bed.

Not your bed.

Your face is buried in a large, soft pillow with a dark gray pillowcase. The blankets are shades of gray and black, the fabric so soft against your skin.

You heard the sizzling of oil in a pan, along with soft music playing through the apartment.

"Good morning." You emerged from the bedroom, watching Shouta cook breakfast. "Hope I didn't wake you."

He was shirtless, his hair up again, flipping a pancake with a spatula.

You shook your head as you yawned, padding towards the kitchen. Shouta half-smiled as you approached him. He wanted to kiss you so bad. He wanted to take you on the counter, pulling your hair as he watched your ass cheeks jiggle against his cock.

"You didn't." You looked down at your robe that you were still wearing. "I'm gonna grab clothes from my place quick, I don't want to wear this robe anymore."

"You can wear something of mine." Shouta walked to his room, opening a drawer with crewnecks folded perfectly, then another drawer with sweatpants.

He handed you the clothing, your nose instantly recognizing the scent of Shouta.

"I'll leave you to it." He turned around and went back to cooking.

As you changed into his clothes you couldn't help but notice the feeling in your stomach. Butterflies fluttering.

A feeling you haven't really felt with Keigo. Especially with the shit he pulled.

Speaking of Keigo, you checked your phone to see if he text you.

You had 40 missed calls from him, 55 texts.

Why even bother reading them? He left you with no communication. It takes 4 seconds to say goodbye.

You make Shouta's bed for him, laying the pillows nicely along the headboard. You left your phone on his nightstand to join him in the kitchen.

Shouta served you your breakfast with an iced coffee - he remembered from when you were observing his class how you liked it.

"Thank you." You dug your fork into your pancakes, letting the sweet taste hit your tongue. "I didn't take you for a cook, Eraser."

"I'm full of surprises." He smirked, his half lidded eyes finding yours.

You heard a hand banging on a door a couple doors down from Shouta.

Your room.

Both you and Shouta walk to the door, him opening it as his body rested against your back.

And there you saw a peek of red feathers.

"Leave." You stepped out of the doorway. "You took all your stuff already, so you're free to go."

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you, that was a mistake. I-"

"She said to leave." Shouta emerged from the doorway, standing behind you again. "You didn't have the decency to say goodbye, it's embarrassing that you even try to show your face here again."

"I was on call, there was an attack, I had to-"

"All of which I would have understood if you used your words and told me. You may be a grown man but you act like a child." You press your back to Shouta's muscular chest for comfort. "Only an absolute asshole fucks someone and dips in the middle of the night. That will be the last time you're ever inside of me." You turned on your heel to walk back into Shouta's place.

"Baby bird, I-"

"She was pretty clear on what she wanted. If I see you here again, you will have hell to pay."

After a few minutes, Keigo left. You heard his heavy footsteps walk out of the building, then he took flight into the air. You watched from the window, but he didn't look back.

"Stupid fucking bird." Shouta sucked his teeth as he took a sip of his coffee. "You're gonna stay with me today. He's probably gonna try to come back later."

You didn't bother to argue. "Okay."

It really bothered Shouta that Keigo left you at such a vulnerable time. It's scary giving yourself to someone and then they leave. It fucks with the psyche.

"You know, I never got your number." You looked at Shouta as he cleaned the kitchen.

"Because you told me I was never getting yours."

"Well, I changed my mind." You crossed your awms over your chest.

"Hm, what makes you think I want your number?"

"Come on, Eraser." You grab his muscular arm, wrapping both of your arms around it. "You know you can't resist me."

"Tch." He rolled his eyes, but still smiled. "You just like my place more than yours."

"It's cozy, unlike you. You have these hard muscles that are terrible to lay on." You looked up at him with your doe, Disney princess eyes.

"They're good for other things." He smirked as he picked you up by your waist, sitting you on the counter.

You can't help but smile as he cages your hips with his forearms, his chocolate eyes boring into yours.

"You're cute from up here." You tuck a piece of his hair behind your ear.

"You're cute in my clothes." Shouta's thumb traced circles on your plush thigh. "Your ass looks way better in them than mine does."

You playfully slap his arm, hooking your ankles together to pull him closer to you.

The feeling of Shouta being so close to you makes your stomach flip with a mixture of butterflies and anxiety.

It was so easy to kiss Keigo, but you're more excited when you're around Shouta.

You were expecting him to go in for a kiss, but instead he rubbed his nose on yours, interlacing his fingers around your ass.

It was an intimate moment. No pressure, no fear of him leaving.

Your memories with Shouta begin to flood your mind, how he betrayed you. How he didn't listen to you. How he assisted in putting you in a coma.

Can the past truly stay in the past? Can you look beyond what was done?

You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, letting your body fall into him.

You will try.

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thefallennightmare · 3 months ago

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Masked: Stalker!Noah Sebastian-Teaser #2

Here is another little teaser snippet! I'm still working on it and would like to get it posted sometime this week! Again, this is a reminder that this one shot will be very dark. I will post some of the trigger warnings below. Please read at your own risk and if you don't like the darker things, don't feel like you have to read it!

Snippet below the cut! (no pun intended)

18+ TRIGGER WARNINGS: angst, fluff, language, stalking, breaking and entering, watching someone sleep, blood, some medical talk, a very brief mention of bombing and the aftermath of it, a scene of someone receiving stitches, two mentions of the use of drugging, murder, torture, and smut which includes p in v, primal play, knife play, branding, mask kink, chasing through words, consensual nonconsensual, oral with female and male receiving, fingering, possible anal play, and edging. I might add more to the warnings the further I get along while writing. But for now, these are all the warnings so please, read at your own risk.

My screams echoed off of the crumbling wallpaper. The state of this room paled in comparison to the state my body was currently in. I yanked at the bindings on my wrist, trying to break free, but the metal of the handcuffs continued to bite into my skin. He'd managed to handcuff me to the headboard when I was too distracted with his mouth on my nipples earlier.

Horny bitch.

"Stop moving," the distorted voice demanded while now sitting directly on my hips, forcing me against the bed.

The tip of the knife tried to pierce my skin again causing me to buck up my hips towards him, doing whatever I could to overpower him. His dark eyes drank in the sight of me naked underneath him, blood slowly dripping down from the gash underneath my left breast.

"You're beginning to irritate me," Masked.Omens growled, pressing the knife deeper into my sensitive skin.

"Fuck you!" I spat up at him. "I signed up for sex tonight not to be carved like a fucking pumpkin!"

He tsked, the mask covering all of his facial features besides those eyes and those pump lips; the ones I'd been so desperate to taste. Like last time, he wore his entire get-up with the black jacket, black turtle neck, and black cargo pants. At least he kicked off his boots before he got into the bed with me, but those damn leather gloves and mask is what bothered me the most.

Why couldn't I see him? Feel his skin on mine?

Masked.Omens ignored my curses, simply kept digging the knife into the skin underneath my breast.

"It seems like you need a reminder of who you belong to, angel," his voice was laced with lust and I knew from how hard his dick was pressing against my inner thigh that he was getting off on branding me.

From the angle of my head, I was able to look down and see the mark he was carving. A circle with a dot in the middle.

"You're a psychopath!" I cried out a choked sob.

Masked.Omens clicked his tongue while cocking his head down at me. "I prefer creative."

#tina talks #stalker!noah sebastian #dark noah sebastian #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #masked noah sebastian #noah sebastian #bad omens

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nerdgal27 · 3 months ago

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Story Behind the Painting

Mikey and Me

Summary:

(Part 3), (It Happened Again Part 2), and (Don't Want to Talk).

Wether best friend, family, or in this story's case both. There are times when one would do anything to keep the darkness to protect the light and innocent.

Tags: Depression, Substance Abuse, and Flashbacks.

Mikey and Me

I am not much of a morning person. Would much rather roll in these sheets and hide from the sunshine. Maybe sleep Sunday away. Yeah that sounds wonderful. If a foot wasn’t digging into my back, dammit Mikey.

Roll from one dead side to the other. Block myself from the brownstone windows. Warm by the sunrise. Breathe in the fresh cool air float, the familiar smell of turtles. Slide my hand out from under the covers. Cold hand in search of warmth. One pinky touches large fingers. The large fingers intertwine mine, drowning my hand in his large palm. Open my eyes, golden yellow rays beam behind me. Between thin lace curtains casts the bedroom in sunshine and floral shadows. White dust floats in the dry air.

A mutant turtle sleeps before me. Snug under a mess of covers. Brush the top cover from his head. Unveil, and cascade his green skin in the warm glow. How his soft splash of freckles mottle his skin. No mask on, nor needed for now.

From how much he wears his orange mask. I wonder how soft his skin is. In this light, the floral shadows. The most beautiful morning I ever woke up to. One hand drowning in Mikey’s warm hold. Slip a free hand from under the cozy covers. Feel the massive bed head hair under my head. Careful and slow not to wake him. Stroke his sweet face, indulge in curiosity. Soft, delicate, and angelic.Who would ever think someone who eats chewed up gum off of the subway, would feel like this. Caress his cheek, his temple where the mask hides. Enjoy this.

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

Past Mikey whispers in my memory from last night.

The lone turtle then. At my staircase, his fingers fumble each other as his puppy dog eyes ask the same question. His sleeping self now. Fumble fingers, quiet and holding mine now. How can I say no? But eventually questions will need to face reality.

Can’t stay in this bed forever reality says. I’d say stay in this bed and watch Mikey sleep forever. Oh well. Innocent tight grip on my palm. Deep sleep breathing warms my smile. Lean in so quiet. Can’t resist it, I press my lips on his dear forehead. Watch his cheeks curve a smile even in deep slumber.

Don’t ever stop being you Mikey.

Alright. Up I get, much as I don’t want to. Leave the turtle snug in my bed. That is tucked in a brick corner. Don’t have to worry about him rolling off.

Search through the maze on the bedroom floor. Uniforms from work, socks with no mates. I can relate to them.

Ah ha! Bright orange fabric burns in the sun. Pull it out from the pile of clothes. A bright orange hoodie. The color that gives me a craving for apricots. Old stains litter the color. Over stretched collar, and sleeves worn by time. A bright white kitten cartoon on the front. Now in the color of creme from the sun. Take the old thing in my hands. Put it on top of the tank top. Gotta grab the collar, take a big whiff. Hmmm, home. Been so long.

Step into a mix match pair of fuzzy orange and pink socks. To fight against the cold wood floor. Too early to be cold. Leave heaven in the bedroom. Out I go to reality. A small brownstone apartment. Creaky wooden floors, and old paint chips cabinets. Matches my selection of found used furniture.

“Is everything okay Mikey?”

My past memory self asks.

Think back to all of it as I begin the day of making coffee.

Mikey and I in the kitchen then over a cup of coffee and orange soda. Last thing I needed is a caffeinated Michelangelo at 1 am.

“You know we can talk about anything.”

Memories dance on in my mind, as I dump the sweet bliss of coffee grinds in the filter.

Think about everything last night. The dim kitchen lights that I haven’t fixed yet. My best friend for a turtle at the island counter. Bathed in that golden glow. Take a seat next to him. How those heavy eyes look away, deep down in the open soda can. A rare sight for someone who smiles in their sleep. My pinky brushes his. Let those large turtle fingers wrap around my small human hand. Palms rough from 15 years of battle after battle. On quiet nights light these. His thumb strokes my hand ever so gentle.

“Can we talk about it in the morning? I want to be with you, like old times.”

The reality me would have told him no and sort this out. Tomorrow is an early work shift. Yet, in the warm light. Bright green complexion is sheet white. His wrists clench quiet shivers his quiet hold. Matches the quiver of his small smile. Think back to his fading faith glimmering in the night.

Lean in, same as always Mikey dips his head. Lean forward, his forehead meets my lips in the middle. Ease his quiet shivers snuggle into my shoulder for a starved embrace.

Whisper to him, “Our times will never be old, Mikey, we can talk whenever you're ready.”

Old times. I miss them too. But this is life now. Have an apartment, a job. It’s not the greatest, the boss needs to take a chill vacation. Either way it keeps my apartment lights on. I’m happy about it.

An old apartment in the warm sun. Create light for my dingy kitchen. Give my hanging plants some needed sunshine. Gonna have to ask Donnie when I can transfer these new herbs to my herb garden. A metal shelf in the living area, about half full of my collection. Hey, if there’s a way I can cut grocery costs in half, I’ll do it.

Phone vibrates beside the coffee tin. Turn the phone over to see the screen. Speak of the devil.

9:30 March 28, Donnie: Hey, Sweetheart.

Just like old times. His nickname for me.

Me: Mornin to U too Dee, those hangin planters r really workin.”

Bubbles float on a white and purple screen. Set it on the counter. Press the hot water button to brew the coffee. Let the smooth aroma of rich coffee take me back to when I was little. When this smart turtle used to put coffee in my toddler mug.

9:35

Donnie: What’d I tell you, I’m a genius, they shouldn’t be ready to move for another couple weeks.

Me: Thanks genius

Bubbles float on the purple screen again. Boy must be busy working on something. Like that has never happened. Swear, if he didn’t have four brothers to keep him busy. Donnie would turn into a science crazy hermit. The kind that requires warning labels. Least some of us are still home.

Take a look around my apartment. Squishy in size. Living room has enough size for one couch, one apple box coffee table, and a TV on my black shelf. Empty and quiet.

9:40

Donnie: Is Mike with you?

Run back to the kitchen. Fill my mug before the coffee machine drowns itself.

Me: Yea he is asleep. Did something happen?

Donnie: No

Head over to my breakfast nook. Set the hot mug down on the bistro table.

Me: Dee

Donnie: Nothing happened

Wow that text came fast. Nothing stops the brainiac’s work. Not even me. Not for a while anyway.

Donnie: He misses you, that’s all, this is a big change

Oh, I see.

Me: It’s a big change 4 me, when R U going to help me build those plant shelves U told me about??

Bubbles float. Hold the mug close in my hands. Inhale the memory of Donnie’s smell. His warmth then.

Donnie: Soon, Sweetheart, I promise, it will be like old times.

Bubbles float under Donnie’s message on my phone. A picture pops up. In a slender olive green palm. In a cool computer screen light is a rubik's cube.

After all these years. He has that old thing. Hope he never throws it away.

Donnie: I love you Sweetheart.

Take one strong sip of coffee. Send Donnie one more text. I set the phone back into its place in my pocket. Relax in my chair, look out the large bay windows. Close my eyes to songs of pigeon wings fluttering by. The Mighty River of a city rushes. Feel the warm sunshine wake me. The streets are full of people below. Look back to my kitchen before me. No stove making smoke signals. Not a single orange skewered by a Sai. Nor the clashes and bangs of a family. Yet they say they are ninjas. An old kitchen. Quiet, clean, and bright in the sun. This is my life now.

Warmth touches my back. No need to turn. Two freckle hands slither out between my arms. Wrap around my midsection. A soft cheek melts into my shoulder. Old life nuzzles me.

“I’m starving.”��

“Morning starving.” I smirk on his freckle cheek.

Squish the coffee sloshing inside me, he retorts. “Hey that’s my thing.”

Take a sip of coffee, “And now it’s mine.”

Set of arms recoils around me. Leave my shoulder cold. He opens the fridge.

“No bacon for you then.” His shell faces me.

Wait a bit for him to dig through. Swish the coffee in the mug.

I answer his mutter, “And no bacon for anyone.”

A turtle steps back. Hand clutch onto his plastron chest. Take heavy breaths, he gasps. “You, no bacon? Are you loco homie?!”

“I know, I’m shocked too, it's been a couple weeks since my last pay cheque.” I answer.

And who knows when my next one will come in.

“You’re Boss still giving you a hard time?” Mikey closes the fridge.

An armful of something. Nothing stops him and his empty stomach.

Get up for the second cup. I pause, stare down at the endless black liquid in the pink coffee mug. See my tired self ripple in the black reflection.

I answer, “Not anymore, he switches the schedule pretty much to whatever he wants, I’m on casual for now, till something else pops up.”

“New York, what a place.”

“Work, what a concept.”

He holds up my few selection of eggs. I answer his silent question.

“No, those are normal, they won’t explode powder this time.”

Mikey raises an orange eyeridge, “last time you told me that, I had glitter in my shell for 4 weeks straight.”

Chuckle at the old memory years ago. To prove him wrong I crack them on the pan for him.

Murmur in the calm quiet. “See, no ninja smoke, nor glitter.”

Soft shift of Mikey’s feet squeaks the old hardwood. He snorts, “Or ghost pepper powder ninja smoke bombs.”

“That was one time.” I snicker.

“My face still burns.”

“That was for the rubber spiders in my bed, you goon,” I giggle, “I can’t go to bed without checking the covers, because of you.”

Toaster wires twang. Shake the proof of my old glitter prank out of his shell.

Mikey chuckles, “Worth it.”

One more person is here besides me. Another to make noise. Bring more light into the apartment. Hear their feet scuff on wood. Have someone help me clean. It’s nice.

“Mike?”

No answer. Place the dry dishes back in their cupboard.

Dry the next, I ask, “Is everything going okay home- I mean the lair?”

Freckle hands take the dry plate from me. He turns away.

“Same as usual.”

Awe come on buddy, there’s more than that. Toss the towel in the pile of laundry yet to be done.

Wait for him to turn. Sometimes a look is needed for Mike to talk. This time Mikey doesn’t look. Nose points to the old pink mat.

“The guys pick on you again? Did Donnie explode anything?” I ask on.

Nothing. Turtle frame leans on the counter behind him. If only he smiles, the way he always does. Then the sunshine wouldn’t be the only thing that shines.

Leave the sink. His three finger turtle hands lay dormant. Take his hands. Even now with great effort. Human hand can only hold his fingers.

“Can we hang out today?” He asks my hand.

Human thumb strokes the back of his hand. I murmur, “I would love that Mikey, but you have to remember it’s daylight now, and your brothers know where you are.”

No need to ask who. Answer his quiet question.

“They know you’re safe with me, no one is coming unless you want them to.”

Please let me see his eyes. Let his hand squeeze mine. Mikey whispers under his breath. “Just want to be with you.”

Maybe that’s what is needed. No need to rush things. Nor chase anything away. The same way as it always has been. Hand in hand. Close our eyes. Lean forwards our foreheads touch. Warm each other, lean on each other. The apartment is quiet, and I am not alone.

“Have any of those spiders left?”

Life my gaze to him. We pull back.

“No but I have these,” His hands pull out a handful of water balloons.

Pull on a pair of jeans. Turtle follows me over to a window in the bedroom. A wonderful view of the next door apartment wall. The morning sun fades above the city buildings.

“You know, Mike, this place does have a fire escape.”

Lead him to the destination outside the bedroom window. On one window faces the main streets. Another faces the alley. In Between the black metal bars of the staircase. The two of us smirk.

Mikey gives me his baby blue eyes. Narrow in an evil grin. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Always.”

Open the window. Ladies first, his hands boost me to climb out. Wait for him, take his hand to pull him out. The turtle doesn't let go. Does he want to hold hands to climb the stairs?

He reads my mind. “We don’t need to climb that.”

Of course we don’t. Throw me on his shell. Bind my arms around him in a death grip. Ignore his chuckle. One hop after a flip, and a hoist. Up on the roof. Wooden water tower, ducting systems. The only thing that is missing. Is them. I miss this.

After endless hours of throwing water balloons at the innocent people down below. Watch them scream, shout, and laugh in cold water. Some may or may not have glitter and glue. No wonder so many become villains.

Look over the edge down to a busy sidewalk. Wet sidewalk dried by the midday sun. Where dozens of people murmur.

Tie off the balloon I ask, “This is the last one right?”

Mikey’s hand waits for me to hand the balloon to him. Quiet, He mutters, “Yep.”

His smile is here. Looking at me. This is the first time seeing him in daylight. Freckles burn in the light. A gentle breeze sways the clothes lines all around us. Sways his orange mask tails. A flame in the sun. Is it his smile?

Reach the balloon to him. He ushers my wrist as well. Watch the balloon fall to its next victim. Neither one of us watches who the balloon hits. A turtle and human sit mid daylight together on a roof ledge.

“Tessie?”

Hand holds human wrist. Run a hand over fair skin. Over old memories. Ones forgotten. Some are not.

Stroke his thumb over dark bruises. Both of our freckle faces meet each other. Read each other’s silence.

Slip my hand away, “I’m okay, it’s old.”

A free green hand. Comb the long strands back.

Soft words feather darkness, “You told me you were going to be okay, we made a promise didn’t we?”

A quiet nod.

He takes both of my hands in his.

Mikey asks, “Are you safe? Does anyone follow?”

Pull the orange hoodie sleeve over the bruise. I chuckle, “Nope, just coffee machines falling apart on me.”

Silence. Skin and shell shifts Mikey closer. Drown me in his shadow. Sinks my eyes further to my own hands. Draw along the old cracks that scarred this old building.

A gentle push, he whispers, “Are you sure, that’s what happened? We don’t keep secrets, remember.”

Stroke his hands, I murmur, “Mikey? What’s going on buddy?”

He shrinks back. “Just want to know if you are okay.”

Reach for him again, “Not just that, I know you why came over,” lift his chin to see me, burn the sun in my eyes, “did you think I wouldn’t miss you at all? We made a promise.”

Nothing. Revert his focus. This is not the turtle I know. Please don’t change who he is. He slips away. No hop down the fire escape. He climbs down. Leave the fun. Hide from whatever sunlight there may be.

Old memories mimic new. For as long as I can remember. I follow Mikey. Shell to me, saunter down the empty stairs. Back inside, the window curtains waltz in the slow air. Crawl back inside the bedroom. No turtle in the bed. Wander out to the kitchen. No turtle in the fridge. Out in the cold quiet living. Brown cold brick. One lone poster decorates the house. Green curtains drawn. Cover the room in floral shadows. One single blanket. Pink, fluffy, and covered in cartoon cats. All wrapped around a green ball of shell.

No need to say words. Yells, whispers or anything. Not unless we break what we have. I’ve already caused enough damage before. Know what lingers in this apartment. A dark bitter blackness.

Not now. Mikey is here. Curled alone in a ball in a dark corner of the couch. Only one person is allowed to do so in this apartment. Or deserves to be left like this.

In pink and orange socks, given to me on Christmas from this special turtle. I climb down the platform steps. Weave around the coffee table. The shelf garden gives the room a fresh green smell. Controversial to the dark bitterness that darkens the room. Take a seat next to the fuzzy pink and green shell bundle.

Whisper. “Mikey…”

Silence. Fluffy white clouds roll over the golden sun. Hide away all the warmth of the morning before. Drape us in a cool gray shadow.

“I know…what happened.” The fluffy bundle mumbles.

Shade claps into black. Words shatter thin glass nerves. Fingers tingle, vibrate. Feet fizzle numb.

“H-how…I-I…no nothing happened”-

“I know everything, something did happen” Softness bitters a sharp growl.

Uncurl himself from his tight ball. Cold ice shrinks me to look away. No, they swore they wouldn’t say a word. For his sake I never want him to know. He wasn’t there for any of it. How could he know?

A free open apartment space all around us. Could get up and run from this if needed.Yet I am frozen where I sit. So close to his ice cold freeze.

Memories of a storm roars.

“That my boss is a jerk,” I smirk old news, “Most bosses are like that Mike”-

“Stop hiding Tessie”-

Heart leaps from the couch. Heels spin to run. Hands snatch mine.

“Wait, wait, hold a sec.” Grip pulls me back.

Heart thumps out all words in my throat a short scream. Run, scream all thoughts. Hide, shivers all joints. My turtle best friend. His gentle palm softens around my wrist. Yet this cold shiver. Clam all limbs to run forever.

“…. P-please…” A child who died so long ago whispers, “L-let me go.”

The child who found the other dead. His hand hugs mine, squeezes his plea.

“I’m sorry sissy,” stops the pull, freezes the cold distance of what feels like miles apart.

Couch hinges creak behind. A shadow drapes over me. So many have curled me into a ball. Ready for what’s to come. This one, so many times before when I was small.

Soft words reach nerves, “You’re alright,”

Green freckle arms, Mikey’s arms slide around me. Drown out the cold in his warmth, he whispers, “breathe with me.”

Wait for nerves to shiver, to breathe. His warmth turns me to his chest, to his racing heart to listen to mine.

“It’s okay,” Michel whispers, “you’re safe.”

Silence. Why am I like this? Why can’t I just be normal? Every training spar, loud bangs, every click of the coffee machine. It’s always like this.

“I found it all in the garbage this morning.”

Oh no, that was supposed to be gone before he’s awake. The bottles, the evidence, all of it. How could I forget that? How can I be so stupid? Of course he knows it all. No one was supposed to know. Especially Mikey.

The turtle pulls me from his warmth. Enough for his palms to lift cheeks up to his sweet blue gaze. Those big round eyes. Burns bright in the midday sun almost as radiant as his permanent smile. All tucked away in the shadow. Nothing can shade away the sweetness in his gaze.

“I don’t have any more if you’re wondering.” I mumble.

“Good,” His cheek nuzzles my forehead, “We never keep secrets.”

Think back to when that rule was made so long ago. Nudge his cheek in a nod.

He asks, “Why did you leave us?”

Both of us sink back down on the couch.

I explain, “it was time, I couldn’t stay refuge forever.”

“But you weren’t, you’re not a refuge,” Mikey sinks his eye level to mine, “did the guys ever tell you that?”

“Mikey, they’ve been looking for my family since day one.” Curl into those old thoughts. Close them away in these hands before me.

Fold himself on the couch. Follow him. Lay side by side. One head on the other's thigh.

Chin on my thigh digs, “I never looked.”

“No,” I slide the pink blanket back over his shell, “You didn’t.”

Green fingers fiddle with the elastic band of my socks. “We promised no matter what you and I will stay together, what made you want to leave?”

Snuggle under the blanket and his soft skin. I answer. “For this, we are above service in broad daylight, it’s what we’ve dreamed of, another kitchen to blow up, we just spent a whole morning pulling pranks on other people other than the guys, said we would visit each other all the time…why haven’t you, Donnie, or Leo, or Raphie? I tried to call you.”

Darkness clouds baby blues. Drops to the colorful butterflies on the blanket. Hand on my shoulder slides away. Hold onto the little butterflies. Should’ve known.

“You weren’t ready to let go, that’s why you won’t return my texts” Green muzzle hides. I take his limp arm, hold it so soft “We were never siblings to begin with, you found me, remember.”

Tears well, soak orange mask, he shivers. “But you were mine, you were ours, so tiny in my arms. I knew you were mine. For once I had someone who thinks my pranks are cool, can speak Donnie, can out punch Raph, and talk sense into Leo when he goes leader serious,”

“You were small too Mikey,” I add in, holding his hand, “we’re only a few years apart, from different lives.”

More tears fall with his words and clench teeth, “And that life threw you out to the street, they left you to die. How can someone be so cruel? They didn’t know you.”

Both human hand and turtle hand lock together.

Smile at the thought.

“You never left me, none of you did, you saved me my friend, you didn’t know me then either. Raphael and the others were right to look for my family. To find a solution to give me a normal life,” lost in a fog of water, heat burns all. Swim through the water, find my orange clad turtle, “Mikey, you were the one that gave me that normal life, let me make a normal life up here for all of us.”

Crystal clear blue eyes ripple in the waves. Green complexion red as mine. Our muscles are as weak as each other. Both of us sit up from our ball.

His round innocence. Sweet, angelic as his soft face. He trembles under water. “S-So…you didn’t leave…B-because you hated us, or something we did? T-thought you were done with your old brother.”

Hands travel up from his arm. Freckle skin soaks in the sun and tears yet to fall. In this cold looney living room. Sunshine seeps between the curtain shadows. Shine more golden light inside.

“Mikey, there will never be a time where I hate you, this is the next stage of life to come, would never leave you for good. Want you all of us to be a part of it. Nothing has changed, what has changed is where we are.”

Cheeks curve in a smile. A hand on his cheek. He takes the back of my hand. Hold it still for him to snuggle into my palm. Two green hands, hold both my cheeks. Warm thumbs rub the hot tears aside. Same way he always has since day one.

I chuckle, “there were so many times, so many pranks I’ve wanted to punch the daylights out of and have, you were always there for me, my best friend, and a brother I’ve always wanted to have.”

A wet tongue licks a cow lick on my already messed up hair. Send gross shivers down my spine. To run to the closest thing to a shower and drown in.

The orange turtle doesn’t let me go. Mikey chuckles, “Least I have you.”

“Always.”

Lean forward and our foreheads meet. Lean on each other. Arms join as well. Wrap each other in a tight embrace. Leave each other's foreheads to our cheeks, dig out noses into each other's shoulders. What may seem so unusual to the real world. Perhaps ugly or wrong. Maybe my life may have been different without him. I don’t care what my life would have been. This is my life now.

Michelangelo the freckled turtle in orange. Surround me in his warmth and love. His own sunshine.

No matter where life takes us. Where we may be. Whenever there is a street that needs to be terrorized by pranks. Or to text and call a bunch of brothers to build a garden shelf on walls. When the time comes when we grow older and wiser. Maybe families of our own. Or just us still on and on. There will always be,

Mikey and me.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt fan art #tmnt fan fiction #tmnt Michelangelo #2012 Mikey

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my-unorthodox-life · 9 days ago

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Pics of the Chanukah treat trays I made

recipes under the cut for anyone curious!!!

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Matzah Turtle Bark

Ingredients:

sweetened condensed milk

butter

unsalted matzah

semi sweet chocolate chips

butterscotch chips

pecans

Heat oven to 250 F (120 C) while you prep the caramel.

In a saucepan melt and brown 2-4 tablespoons of butter. Once browned, add in sweetened condensed milk on low heat until reduced and thickened. This is where you can add more butter or flavor to the caramel (I like adding a bit of vanilla, salt, and Canadian maple syrup) Continue to cook carmel down until desired consistency and color.

Once your caramel is ready line a baking tray with parchment paper and lay your matzah down. I use 6 squares but using less just means your caramel layer will be thicker. Spread the caramel over the matzah and sprinkle on pecans, semisweet chips, and butterscotch chips. Place in oven until chips start to melt and look glossy.

Once you remove your bark use a spatula to spread the chips over the top to coat the pecans and caramel. If you feel fancy melt some colored decorative chocolate to drizzle on top and add dusting sugar (blue and gold are my favorites!)

Set aside to cool and break into pieces and serve!

Cake mix cookies two ways

Ingredients:

2 boxes of cake mix, any flavor

8oz cream cheese

1 cup of butter softened

2 large eggs

Colored dusting sugar

Chocolate coins

Heat oven to 350 F (176 C) while you mix your doughs.

In a large mixing bowl cream 8oz of cream cheese, 1/2 cup softened butter and 1 egg. If desired add 1-2 teaspoons of vanilla. Fold in 1 box of cake mix, for this batch I use an almond or white cake mix. Set dough aside to chill.

While the first dough chills, mix the remaining 1/2 cup of butter, egg, and box mix. For this batch I like butter or yellow cake, but chocolate works lovely too. Place this dough in the fridge as well.

For the cream cheese cookies, take a small scoop of dough and roll into balls, toss in colored dusting sugar and place on baking tray. Bake for 10-14 minutes depending on your oven, until the underside is brown and the tops look cooked but soft. Place cookies on wire rack to cool.

For the butter cookies, take small scoops, round into balls, before flattening them slightly. Bake for 9-13 minutes depending on your oven until the underside is brown. Once baked fully let them cool on the baking tray for a few minutes before pressing gelt into the tops of them. I make mine with dark chocolate and a silicone mold, but store bought works just as well. Remove from baking sheet and place on wire rack to cool.

Butterscotch "Latkes"

Ingredients:

Butterscotch chips

UTZ Potato chip shreds

This is by far THE EASIEST one of my holiday treats. Just melt 1 bag of butterscotch chips in a double boiler until smooth, fold in UTZ potato shreds until it's your desired texture and ratio. Plop the mixture into piles on a lined baking tray 1 tablespoon at a time and flatted out slightly. Let chill till solid and you're done!

Caramel Pretzel Bites

Ingredients:

Square butter snap pretzels

Rolos (or any caramel chocolate candy)

M&Ms

Another easy one to wrap everything up. Just place pretzel squares on a baking sheet and top with your caramel chocolates, place in oven. I usually do this treat last after all my baking when the oven is still warm but the same 250 F (120 C) used for the bark works well. I don't have an exact time for these guys, just let them get a little soft and glossy. Once they're at this stage, remove from the oven, and place M&Ms on top and press in slightly. I like to get the blue and white ones from the party store or just sort out the colors myself. Let cool and you're done!!

#jumblr #chanukah #recipes #jewish food #kinda lol

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luckycharms1701 · 1 year ago

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Bay turtles getting a surprise bouquet of their favorite flowers for the first time? (Don’t ask how reader knows, they got that info from a certain rat)

whoops you tapped into an interest of mine and i just spent an hour and a half solidifying my headcanons for their favorite flowers

anyway this is amazing anon-chan i love love love flowers and giving them and these boys deserve so many flowers

(just so you know, these blurbs take place pre-relationship, but like barely)

Leonardo

You immediately resolve to do this as often as possible when you see the look on Leo's face. He reaches out and gently fingers one of the blood red petals of the dahlias you're offering him. "These for me?" His voice is wondering, causing an ache deep in your chest. You push them a bit closer to him with a soft smile.

His hand cups yours as he pulls them (and you) closer to him. He buries his face in the flowers for a moment. When he lifts his head, you are arrested by the intense expression on his face. In the same way he gently touched the dahlia petal, Leo gently touches your face, cups your cheek. "Thank you," he breathes.

Raphael

Raph huffs and squints at you suspiciously. "This some kinda joke?" You roll your eyes and push the pink irises into his plastron. When you go to let go of the bouquet, however, his hand comes up and traps yours with the flowers against him. He looks down at the flowers and breathes in deeply. You can't smell much from the delicate flowers, but you suppose that he can.

He looks back up at you and tilts his head, contemplative. Your lips twitch at how cute the motion is, and his gaze zeroes in on the movement. You feel Raph's fingers tighten around yours before he deliberately relaxes them. A rare bashful smile spreads across his face as he meets your eyes once more. "Thanks, doll."

Donatello

"Ah, celosia! These are my favorite! How did you know?" Donnie gives a pleased chirp as he studies the blooms you shove into his face.

You smirk as you press the bouquet into his hands. "Wouldn't you like to know."

He turns his chair around, gaze still on the flowers, and stands almost uncomfortably in your space. You hold your ground. His eyes flick up to yours, and a small, smug smile spreads across his face. He shuffles the tiniest bit closer to you. You gulp but continue to hold your ground. "Oh," Donnie begins in a low, silken voice, "I would like to know. And we both know that I will find out. Don't we?" He steps back and turns to look for a vase. "Thank you for the flowers," he throws over his shoulder towards your trembling form, "they're very nice!"

Michelangelo

Not even the stars in the sky can match the sparkle in Mikey's eyes. "You got these for me?" You grin as you present the marigolds to him with a little 'ta da!'. The both of you start to laugh as he picks you up and twirls you around, flowers and all. When he sets you down, your smile gets small and shy as you hand the marigolds to him.

He takes them reverently. Then he leans forward and kisses your cheek. He leans back, takes in your reaction, and kisses the other cheek, lingering just a little longer. When Mikey pulls back the second time, he hovers for just a moment over your lips before pulling back. You feel the hand that is not holding the flowers brush against your own. "Thank you sooooo much angel! Marigolds are my favorite!"

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box-architecture · 3 months ago

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"Papa!" His child's voice called a few rooms away. "The Ranboo is here!"

Dream contained his snort and tossed the carrots into the half-made soup. "I'll be right there, sweetie."

There's was a brief pause as he lowered the heat. "…Papa, what's the difference between a turtle and a tortoise?"

"No idea." Dream answered honestly. Satisfied that he probably wouldn't be responsible for the second house burning of the year, he made his way to the front door. "Why?"

"They're riding one, and it's weird."

He moved a little quicker at that. Okay then.

Honeydew frowned at him as he rounded the corner. She gestured out their front door, as if the scene before her was a nonsense he could make disappear. With one look outside, he could see why.

Ranboo and Tommy were riding a giant turtle on their front porch.

(Wait, fuck, it might be a tortoise. He really wished he knew the difference in this moment. It was going to annoy him now.)

"Hi Dream!" Tommy waved cheerfully.

"Yo." Ranboo waved with slightly less enthusiasm.

"Um." Dream stared, because that's what you do when these kinds of things happen. "Hi. Glad you're not dead."

"Of course you'd say that." Tommy rolled his eyes as if he had told a middling dad joke. "Can you get Sam out here? I kind of need his help fixing my communicator."

"He was an idiot and broke it trying to fight Tubbo." Ranboo clarified. Tommy turned around in his Turtle-Tortoise saddle to squawk at them.

"I did not!" Tommy protested with deep indignation. "I wasn't trying to fight him! I was just…"

He trailed off, deflating.

"Okay, I wasn't trying, but I did fight him." Tommy sighed. Ranboo patted his knee. The comforting gesture was mildly offset by the fact that he refused to sit up for it.

(Dream briefly wondered why there was only one saddle, but Ranboo seemed content with their beach towel, and figured it was better not to get any more involved.)

"You don't pick fights you can't win. That's dumb." Honeydew informed Tommy, because his daughter was wonderful and clever.

Tommy squinted down at her, and Dream realized he wasn't sure if Tommy even knew he had a kid. Before he could decide how relevant this information was, Tommy's expression became a bit glum.

"Yeah, I know." He slouched in his seat. "I'm trying to fix it this time, I really am. I even did all the packing myself. I just need Sam to fix my communicator so I can send people messages again. Please?"

Ranboo got out a sticker from his inventory and stuck it to the back of Tommy's shirt.

"…Sam's busy right now." Dream glanced back into the house. "He can't come out any time soon."

"Aw, come on, please?" Tommy pleaded. "I promise I'll be gone right after."

Honeydew pulled out a large netherite axe and began to hop onto the Turtle-Tortoise. Dream darted forward to scoop her up, and she reluctantly ceased her attempts to murder their guests.

"What the fuck?!"

"Nice." Ranboo gave a thumbs up.

"Papa said no." Honeydew said sharply. "You listen when people tell you no. You're breaking the rules."

"I'm listening I'm listening! I wasn't gonna force it." Tommy held his hands up. He gave Dream a strange look. "Is it just normal for you to give your kids murder weapons like that? I thought you said you'd gone all peaceful and shit."

"That's not her axe." Dream looked at his beloved child knowingly. "That's mine. Which is against the rules to take."

Honeydew stared back, fierce and unrepentant. "People we love must be protected at all costs, even above rules."

Dream sighed, and nuzzled her. He'd talk with her more about the everything with that when Punz got home later.

"Sam is guarding right now, and he won't be able to stop until he's relieved of his duty- when Punz is back." He nodded up at them. He avoided mentioning the objects in particular that were being guarded, and for once, Tommy seemed to get the hint.

"Ah yeah, okay, that's fair." Tommy pressed the heel of his palm into his eye. "Where am I supposed to go then? I don't want to do our cool healing arc with no reception."

"Are you going to Puffy's marriage counseling or something?" Dream asked, puzzled.

"She got her license taken away last month for convincing people to shoot each other with rose quartz arrows for therapy." Ranboo shrugged.

"So we're going on a road trip instead!" Tommy beamed. "It's gonna be awesome. I've already packed all our bags."

Indeed, the giant Turtle-Tortoise had many saddles strapped to its shell. It didn't seem to care all that much about the weight, despite the addition of two people and possibly a third in its future.

It was putting a moss block in its mouth. They'd have to replace that.

"I'd try Hypixel if you're looking for a quick fix. Sam will likely be able to deal with it tomorrow if you come back? Just. Give us some warning. Ranboo still has messages, right?"

Ranboo made a vague hand gesture that Dream strategically chose to interpret as positive.

"Awesome. We'll wait til tomorrow then." Tommy pumped his fist. "Thanks for all that."

"Sure." Dream paused. "Say uh, Tommy? What exactly are you riding, a turtle? A tortoise? Where'd it come from?"

"Wha-" Tommy looked down. "Oh. I dunno. I found him on a beach and thought he was pretty cool. His name is Shell-Guy. He really likes those azaleas bushes."

"I can see that." Dream said dryly.

Sam purred as Dream quietly entered their room.

"Are you still doing okay?" Dream asked. He sat on the bed and pet Sam's flank. Sam gazed at him with bliss, curling further around the two large eggs. He seemed to be in a constant state of contentment when he was in loafing distance of them. Dream wasn't sure if it was some sort of broodiness or if it was pure Sam, but it didn't matter. His husband was happy, so Dream was happy.

"I love you." He said softly, and kissed Sam's shoulder. Sam warbled with affection.

#backposting #ckau children #sfw boxing #communication knife au #Tommy Ranboo and Tubbo are sortve together in this au. Eventually. Its Very Complicated. Surely they can figure it out

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britt-kageryuu · 5 months ago

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Donnie and Leo are on the beach set again, with some drinks, and snacks. They're dressed in their color coded board shorts, Hawaiian Shirts, and crocs.

Donnie wielding a purple folding fan dramatically greetsthw audience, "Greetings Our Lovely Balemates! Today, even if we may not seem qualified to do so, we will be looking over pictures from various events and judge the fashion choices of the people."

"I'm mainly here to judge if they actually pulled it off. Because according to my twin here, I have the fashion taste of a '80's fashion disaster'. Which is understandable my one good fashion choice was this:" Leo presses a button, and his outfit switches to his bomber jacket outfit from the clothes don't make the turtle. "Though I did get some insight from Dee, so I'm just here to see the pretty people in possibly stupid fashion choices." He changes back to his previous outfit.

"Okay, the first set of photos are from some beauty pageants. These were set to the theme of 'Historic Beauty', so outfits fashioned around classic fashion, or older vintages." Donnie says as he repositioned them on the screen, and brought up the screen where the audience will see the photos, and the twins scores for them.

"Alright let's get started." Leo says then pauses at the first picture, "Is that lady wearing a vetro Jupiter Jim themed poodle skirt, with a Lou Jitsu themed Shirt! That doesn't work what so ever!! And at a major event!!"

Donnie nodded, "Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. And I agree, she did not do a good job with her choice." They both gave the picture a bad score. "Now let's continue to the next picture before we nit pic the hell out this girls poor decision."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So this was Mr. New York huh, didn't know there were Male Beauty Pageants." Leo says while looking at the picture, "Do you think we could win one of these Dee?"

"Oh, I'm sure we could, but it would probably be unfair to the other contestants. Now for his outfit. Any thoughts Blue?" Donnie asks.

"I want to know how he was made Mr. New York, sure he looks nice, but his idea of fitting the theme, they told him the theme right?" Leo asked, "You said these were 'Iconic to the State', then why does he look like he was styled for Mr. Texas? And wow I just noticed how terrible he actually tooks."

"You're guess is as good as mine, dear Blue." Donnie answers, "So score. I give it a 3.5. Could be worse."

"Same."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You know when I was gathering these pictures, I never realized that so many runway and Met Gala styles were so... how to put this politely? Weird? Strange?" Donnie pauses while snapping his fingers, trying to think of the right words. They were looking at a group of photos that were apparently considered the worst outfits from a few events.

Donnie lets out a confused noise, "You've been staring at this picture in silence, and you only want his outfit?" Leo just nods his head. "Okay then, let's give our scores and move on. We have a good number of pictures left, and only so much time left for this."

"A waste of fabric? Like how did they expect to do anything but stand there in those clothes?" Leo says, pointing to an outfit that looked like a glorified mummy costume studded in gems with a long train of fabric spiraling around the person on the floor. "Didn't you look into tons of fashion events for your clothes plans?"

"Yes, though I can only guess that some of these were buried, or not as photographed as the others. Which is not fully surprising, they were probably overshadowed by the best of the best. Or somehow the fashion side of social media didn't pick these up, and question them." Donnie remarks while zooming in on the details of a few outfits. "I know these are supposed to be For the Art, but still."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leo's sitting wide eyed at the picture on the screen.

"Blue, I asked you if you had any opinions?" Donnie says while looking towards Leo.

"I want his outfit." Leo says simply.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Both brothers have been staring at this picture of someone in an elaborate kimono style dress. Leo eventually broke the silence, "Are we both trying to figure out how that one piece is floating, or is it because this Guy is unfairly pretty?"

"Both, I've been studying the tricks Cosplayers have used for this kind of thing, and I can't tell how they did it. And yes they're very much to pretty." Donnie comments while moving the picture around or zooming in at parts.

"Wait, the model's profile says their a Guy! We're not try to mock them! It's not fair how fabulous he looks!" Leo shouts after some comments in chat popped up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Donnie clicked to the last photo, and they both jolted because it was picture of Lou Jitsu in a thankfully very modest maid outfit.

"I didn't put that in there!! Truffle Mac and Cheese! At least it wasn't worse!" Donnie shouts while covering his face.

Leo turns to his twin, "Wait if you didn't choose the pictures where did you get them?" He askes.

Donnie peeks out, "I put out a request on the Softshell Discord Patreon Server, and the mods, after they checked the photos, sent me the file. I didn't want to be spoiled, okay!" They shout back, while they put in their scores, and Donnie quickly closed the flie.

"Well that wasn't too bad, even with the Maid Lou Jitsu jumpscare. What do you say Dee?" Leo says while taking a drink.

Donnie lets out a sigh, "Sigh, definitely could be worse. I'm almost afraid to see which pictures were vetoed from the file. Any let's finish this stream!"

They both try to say the outro at once, but were out of sync, "See you next time Balemates! Dee and Blue swimming off!"

The stream ended, but the clips for various reactions circulated around the fans, and started some more memes in the fandom.

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Masterpost

This was originally going to be about a specific event, but I figured it would be better for them to be looking over a set of randomly source photos that came with Notes from the Discord.

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unseededtoast · 2 months ago

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Turtle Doves | Joel Miller

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Chapter Directory

Series Summary: In which two broken souls connect so deeply, that if one should perish, the other would surely die of a broken heart. (slow burn, timeline changes. After TLOU1, before TLOU2, assumed knowledge of infected, uses elements from both show and game)

Series Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, and sexual content.

Also cross posted on my Wattpad and AO3, if you prefer those formats. Here is a link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted.

I hear the cooing of turtle doves in the trees above us.

Rustling bedsheets bring me out of a deep sleep, and the sunlight shining through the window is enough to let me know I've probably slept in just a little too long.

Beside me, I feel Joel move around until his arm finally wraps around my waist and he pulls me close. No matter how many mornings begin this same way, I'll never get tired of it.

I get cozy in his arms and the two of us lay there in a peaceful silence, both of us waking up at a slow pace. Joel just got back from a security patrol yesterday after a week, so it's all the more reason to prolong starting the day.

He presses a kiss to the back of my head and his hand traces the curve of my waist.

"Missed you." He whispers, voice thick with sleep.

"I missed you more." I answer with a small smile on my face.

"Now we've been over this before, that's just not possible." I can practically hear the smile in his voice and turn around to face him.

Joel's big brown eyes look back into mine, the sunlight reflecting the small flecks of gold around his pupils. As he smiles, thin lines beside his eyes become more pronounced. I reach a hand up and brush my thumb against his cheekbone, and he leans into my touch.

"How'd it go?" I ask, curious as to how his patrol went with Tommy.

"It was uneventful if that's what you're worried about." He sees through my question and answers the one I hadn't exactly asked.

"That's what I like to hear." I answer, happy to hear that they hadn't run into any unanticipated obstacles or observed any raiders.

"How were things here?" He asks, his hand trailing down to my hip. No matter how many times his hands have mapped out the curves of my body, it never fails to make me feel loved and desired.

"They were good. I've got something for you downstairs whenever we get around to it." I answer, in no particular hurry to get out of bed just yet.

"Well whatever it is, it can wait just a little longer. How was Ellie?" He asks, a thin line between his eyebrows becoming visible.

"She was good. Spent most of her time with Dina and Jesse. I'm not cool enough anymore apparently." I tell him, remembering how much fun she looked like she was having the other night with her friends.

I had gone to the Tipsy Bison with Maria while our men were away to pass some time and we had spotted Ellie, Dina, and Jesse together. They were laughing and joking, having a good time overall. And as I watched them, I could've sworn I saw a certain look in Ellie's eye as she watched Dina. It's the same one Joel has when he looks at me, and me at him. But I'll never say anything to Joel, I just hope by now she trusts me enough to talk about it, whenever she may be ready. Though she's not my child, she's come to grow on me, and I love her like she's my very own.

"Good. It's about time she gets some solid friends. I was worried about her for a while, thought she was making it her mission to have the world as her enemy." He says with a sigh. I place my hand atop his on my hip and give him a pointed look.

"Sure sounds like someone I met once." A small smirk tilts the corner of my lip.

"I don't know what you mean." He feigns ignorance and deflects by kissing my forehead.

We spend some more time in bed, relishing in the peace we have before we eventually make our way down to the kitchen. Before Joel gets down I get to the table first and grab the fresh fruit and hide it behind my back.

And once he finally comes down the stairs he sees the smile on my face, his eyes going to my hands behind my back.

"Whatcha got there?" He asks, eyes flicking back up to mine.

"This." I say and bring the fruit around from behind my back.

A small peach sits in the palm of my hand and Joel's eyes grow wide. He takes a few steps towards me, his eyes never leaving the fruit.

"Is that..?" He asks, not believing what he's seeing.

"It is. And I haven't forgotten about the promise I made." I nod my head with a smile and hold the fruit out to him.

Three years ago when Joel first planted the trees, I ended up promising him the first peach the trees produced. And all of our patience and care has finally paid off. The droughts and severe winters weren't enough to keep our trees from prospering.

He takes the fruit from my hand and wastes no time biting into it. I hear how juicy it is and can't wait to try one myself. I'll be even happier when the apple trees start producing, but unfortunately that'll likely take another year or two. But if I've learned anything, it's that I can be patient for good things.

"Good?" I ask, seeing Joel's eyes closed as he savors the fruit.

"So good." He opens his eyes again and closes the space between us.

Joel leans in for a kiss, and I can taste the sweet peach juice on his lips. Maybe when we get more I can find a way to make a peach cobbler, there's nothing better than a sweet dessert on a summer's evening.

"Mmm that is good." I say and lick the juice off of my own lips.

"I think you missed some, right there." Joel says and leans in for another kiss. And then another.

One of his arms wraps around my waist as he deepens our kiss. He must've really missed me out there this past week. My hands come up to cup his face and bring him impossibly closer to me. And just as I begin to feel the heat ignite in my tummy, the front door opens.

"Gross." Ellie says, slinging her bag on the couch as she walks into the kitchen.

Joel steps away from me and scowls at Ellie. This isn't the first time she had walked in on Joel and I being intimate together. But thankfully this time we still had our clothes on.

"Have you never heard of knocking?" Joel asks her, taking another bite of the peach still in his hand.

"It's practically noon I didn't think you'd be here." She answers as she starts rummaging through the cabinets. From the looks of her, she didn't spend the night out in the detached garage Joel had converted into an apartment for her.

"I just got back yesterday. Had no plans of leaving this house." He says before finishing off the peach.

Ellie looks over at him, pausing her food scavenging for just a moment.

"I'm going to assume it's because you're tired and not for nasty plans." She says before going back through what's in the cabinets.

At first, I had been taken aback by Ellie's blunt demeanor. But Joel had assured me that it's just her way of communicating. And he had been right, the girl is a spitfire.

"And what if it was?" He shot back at her and I knew that they'd keep going back and forth if I didn't step in.

"Stop it, children. Ellie, we have some bread Maria gave us in the next cabinet over." I tell her and she nods, finding it and tearing a piece off.

"So what'd you come in here for if not to interrupt and take our food?" Joel asks, watching as she takes another mouthful of bread.

"First of all, I didn't interrupt anything. Second, I was coming to tell you that the guy from the radio tower gave me a message. For you." Ellie looks right at me and my eyebrows raise.

"What was it?" I ask, confused as to who could have possibly wanted to reach out.

"Said it was some guy from Boston, James. And that he said he was happy to hear that you're still alive. Oh, and he's pissed he didn't get his knife back." Ellie relays the message. I can't help but feel a little shocked. I hadn't seen or talked to James since I left Boston.

"But I never sent a transmission out to him." I say, sliding my hands into the pockets of my pants.

"I did. A few weeks ago. Felt bad for just leaving him in the dark all that time. Thought he might want to know you were okay." Joel says, almost sheepishly.

A part of me feels bad for never reaching out to James. After everything we went through for years and years, I had just left him and disappeared. I had wanted to reach out but I didn't know what to say, after all, we didn't leave on the best of terms. But James and I always come around. Always.

"Thanks Ellie, and thank you, Joel. I'll have to send him something back." I say, promising to myself that I'll follow through this time.

I wonder how he's doing, how his wife is doing. Maybe he's out of the smuggling business. But if I know James as well as I think I do, there's no way he got out of it. And because of that, I'm even more confident in my choice to leave. Otherwise I'd still be stuck there doing the same damn thing every single day.

And here I get to wake up in peace next to the man I love, never having to worry about FEDRA soldiers or Firefly terrorists. It's quiet and serene out here, and I wouldn't trade this for anything.

"Maybe he'll come out here." Joel says, finishing the peach off and licking the excess juice from his fingers. I scoff and stave off laughter.

"James won't ever leave Boston unless he's forced to. He's complacent there and he's got the economy under his thumb. But it would be nice to see him again." I say, remembering all those years we spent surviving together. What once seemed like days that blurred together, are now nothing more than a distant memory.

"Well, anyways, I'm going back out. See you guys later, maybe." Ellie says, shoving just a little bit more bread into her mouth before she's grabbing her bag and darting out the door.

"I'm gonna have to change the locks or something." Joel says with a shake of his head. But I know he only puts up a rough exterior, deep down I know he loves when she drops in.

"You really think that'll stop her?" I ask, and Joel shakes his head.

"It sure wouldn't." He confirms and looks from the door back to me.

He steps towards me and can't keep his hands to himself. His lips are on mine again, his hands kneading into my hips. I'd love to just melt right into his touch and spend the day wrapped up in him, but, as another unfortunate fact of life, there's work to be done. Maybe tonight we'll be able to make up for lost time.

"Joel, come on I have to get out the greenhouses. First harvest is coming up." I say, stepping out of his embrace before I get persuaded to stay.

"Let me come with you then." He says and puts his boots on before I can insist he stays here and rests up. The man is still stubborn as an ox, not much has changed on that front.

"Fine. But I won't let you do any physical labor. Today is supposed to be for your rest and recovery." I remind him, lacing up my own shoes. He dismisses my statement while I grab some wicker baskets.

The two of us step out into the golden sunlight, the summer air feeling warm already. It's best to get gardening work done in the morning, and I'm really pushing it today. I just hope the others don't mind much. But even if they do, with Joel around, I doubt I'll hear anything about it.

The greenhouses are full and are shaping up to have a very fruitful season. When we get there, there's already a few of the others working to water and harvest the newly-ripened vegetables.

I hand a basket to Joel and the two of us start making our way down the aisles, grabbing the red tomatoes and peppers while making sure the others are growing nicely and without pests or diseases.

It's not often Joel gets to work here, but I can tell he likes it when he can find the time. After all, I'm sure it's extremely rewarding to see so much prosperity come from something he helped to build with his own hands.

I watch as he gently plucks a cherry tomato from the vine, his large hands acting with such tenderness. A tenderness I never would've guessed lived in him when I first met him a few years ago.

He must feel me watching because he turns his head and meets my gaze. A soft smile forms on his lips before he focuses back on the plant. And after admiring him for just a moment longer, I get back to work as well, my soul content and happy.

Later, after the greenhouse work is complete and the sun begins descending on the horizon, Joel offers to walk me to the flower field. The flower field and orchard is probably my favorite place on Earth. And every time I go to visit, I'm reminded of Joel's kindness and thoughtfulness.

The two of us find a nice spot amongst the blooming colors. Every year since Joel planted them all, more and more keep popping up, filling the space with incredible vividness. I lean against his shoulder as we listen to the birds coo and chirp and watch the butterflies and honey bees fly around to all the flowers.

"Reminds me that I need to find that hive, might be able to get us some honey." Joel breaks the silence as a pollen-covered bee lands on his boot.

"Honey would be so nice." I agree, watching as it takes flight again.

The two of us fall back into a comfortable silence for a while longer, the setting sun finally painting the sky a vibrant orange and pink.

"Listen, while Tommy and I were out there, I found something." Joel speaks up again and I shift around to look up at him. His hand comes down to rest on my thigh.

"What did you find?" I ask, curious as to why he's only bringing this up now. Usually if they find anything good it's the first thing Joel says.

"I'll get to that in a second. But first, I just, um, I just wanted to tell you that you mean the world to me. And that I love you, very much." He says and I smile sweetly. Joel tells me he loves me all the time, but this feels different. And while he's searching for his next words, I place my hand atop his on my thigh.

"And I love you too." My voice is light, as to not disturb the ambience surrounding us.

"I mean, I love you more than I ever thought was possible. From that first night in Boston, I knew there was just somethin' about you. And then we spent the night on that farm, and I got to see the real you. I knew I could never just say goodbye after Omaha, there's just no way I could come back here and never see you again. And building this life together, it's more than I deserve and certainly more than I ever could've hoped for." He says, and I faintly see tears welling up in his eyes. His big brown eyes look into mine, and my heart feels like it's overflowing with love.

"And while we were out there. I saw this and just thought it would be the prettiest thing in the world on your finger." He says, pulling a box from his pocket and opening it.

Inside, a pristine looking ring sits in the plush velvet. The stones are bright and reflect the sunlight in a magical way. Tears fall from my eyes before I can even find the words to say.

"Joel Miller, I love you more than you could ever know. And I'll cherish you for the rest of my days." I say, as he pulls the ring from the box and slides it into my ring finger.

The metal and stones glisten wonderfully and I can barely take my eyes off of it. Never in a million years did I think I'd be wearing another ring on my finger. And we both know that this can never replace what was lost decades ago, we know that this is a symbol of what we've found and built together.

Joel wipes the tears from my eyes and a few fall from his and roll down his cheek. His lips meet mine in a tender, loving way, and I wish that I could stay in this moment forever.

And as we break away and lean our foreheads against one another's, I hear the cooing of turtle doves in the trees above us.

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batsplat · 3 months ago

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let’s talk about casey/vale helmet swap https://www.tumblr.com/charlespecco/667773184404324352/they-got-the-taste-for-it

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we should!! dropped everything when this happened, big big day for the feud lovers amongst us. here are the posts in all their glory:

jacket and cap situation - and possibly even cardboard box situation - changed between photos, raising the exciting possibility that more than one meeting occurred at this venue, perhaps even on separate days. and more documentation of the historic event:

casey's got a helmet with a little turtle on it sitting somewhere in his house... peeking at the helmets and the captions, clearly "pleasure" was very much the word of the moment

during that weekend valentino said this:

while casey said this:

discussed here but there really is something to how valentino always talks about casey's talents and casey always talks about valentino's smarts. also details that are important to me personally, like valentino's (sincere) enjoyment of that rivalry, how casey would have enjoyed to see valentino fighting at the front, the learning from valentino thing, this idea of casey's achievements being validated by racing in his era... yeah that weekend gave me a lot

this is obviously all hugely endearing but deadass the funniest aspect of this whole encounter is that like,,, y'know, casey was talking shit about valentino less than a month after the race weekend where they met. I just don't think there's a purer distillation of their unique, beautiful dynamic for casey to show up, take some smiling photos with valentino, say "the pleasure was all mine", while during the same time span extensively having a go at valentino to the press. complete disconnect as ever, this disciplined dedication to never moving on that is... well, I was about to call it 'unmatched', but I suppose valentino shows he can very much match it when it comes to non-casey rivals. the two supreme grudge holders, bless them. like I need to be very clear here that casey was saying this in the very same month in which these photos were taken:

just so charming to me. "the pleasure was all mine" casey are you sure though. zero compunction at chatting shit about valentino in practically the same breath where he's the-pleasure-was-all-mine-ing him, like this is a crucial aspect of his characterisation. these little details like him having another go at valentino over the towing (a lovely theme of their rivalry, casey in general was on a bit of a one man crusade against towing)... "he was good in the head-to-head battles, but also at catching a tow" - there's no real relationship between these two statements, bit of a non sequitur if we're being honest, which is delightful because it lets you know it's something that still pisses casey off years later. one of those things where you can tell he's been sitting on this for nine years, just like the intense ducati schadenfreude - the years have passed, but the emotions never fade <3. "from then on, I didn't want to be his friend" so you wanted to be his friend before that, casey? is that what you're saying? it's so key to this rivalry that every single element of it was felt so intensely by casey.... whereas valentino is going "can't do this, too many memories" buddy full on having his nostalgic moment because this rivalry has just gone down in his mind as a fondly remembered part of his career he has done zero hand-wringing or reflection about in the intervening nine years. what a fantastic little episode like it really nails their dynamic perfectly in the year of our lord 2021

this is why they're great, right... if you put them in a situation where they just talk face-to-face, they would be fine. yeah, even if you made them get dinner together if the premise of the conversation isn't exploring their respective challenges, emotional revelations and soul-searching. their interpersonal chemistry is decent, casey enjoyed chatting to valentino... always, always it was valentino the character and not valentino the person he has his problems with. you can tell valentino thought casey was all right too - the podcast thingy confirmed my belief that valentino just fundamentally did not vibe with jorge from day one in a way that clearly isn't true of valentino's relationship with the other aliens. valentino took one look at jorge and went 'hm this guy seems annoying', but casey? yeah no he'd happily chat with him, just plays it by ear depending on how the rivalry is going and sometimes enforces a little distance just because. no complicated feelings, no massive emotional investment, no compunctions about any element of how that whole story unfolded. when they meet again, there's no real ill will because,, hey, they just did a bunch of things to each other rivals sometimes do to each other, right? whereas casey - my intrepid little grudge holder and reluctant student of the dark arts of communication - doesn't waste the opportunity to proselytise his version of events to the press shortly after the encounter, a tasteful full week after valentino's final race. whole thing fits in perfectly with my thesis that casey sometimes gets to play the valentino role in this rivalry - and does such a lovely job at it. love them both, love this encounter, love that casey's "the pleasure was all mine" is so blatantly flirting with dishonesty. a meeting of the greats

#vale's podcast line about how he deliberately went after casey on the psychological dimension #in some ways the rudest thing he's said since early 2013 where he said the vibes between riders would be better without him there #did a quick google search and luckily nobody's reported on the podcast casey comments. we're good everyone it's all fine #not that casey could complain lol he regularly says way worse #this is what i'm saying about their similarities right...#isn't there something charming about how both of them go onto podcasts at roughly the same rate to chat shit about vale/marc respectively #//#brr brr #batsplat responds #heretic tag #the real lesson is that they both love podcasts #in another life i would have really liked just hosting a conspiracy theory podcast with you

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luigalaxy · 10 months ago

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Happy Valentine's Day! 💜💜

I wanted to get this out to you sooner since you're in a different time zone, but.... ✨ Ta-da ✨

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Leo wraps his arm around your waist as you step out onto the balcony, his gaze fixated on the serene beauty of the lake. "You've got a good eye, babe. This place is perfect," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine awe. His fingers trace delicate patterns on your side, sending a shiver down your spine. "The view is nothing compared to you though," he adds with a playful wink.

As you take in the scenery, Leo leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You know, this place is secluded. No one around for miles," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "We've got all the privacy we need. No interruptions, no distractions."

He trails his fingers up your arm, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. "What do you say we make the most of it? Celebrate Valentine's Day in our own special way?" he suggests, his tone filled with promise.

You spin around, your back against the railing of the balcony. "What did my charming turtle have in mind?" You ask, your voice playful, hands trailing down his chest.

Leo's eyes gleam with mischief as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "Oh, my dearest love, I have countless ideas in this twisted little mind of mine," he whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

His hands move to cup your face gently, his touch both tender and full of desire. He presses his body against yours, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want to uncover every secret you've been keeping, my love. To make you quiver with pleasure and leave you breathless with every touch." His fingers trail down your neck, tracing a path of fire along your collarbone. "But remember, it's a game, and in this game, both players win."

"A game?" You mumble, your fingers slipping under his shirt as his body presses against yours.

A mischievous grin spreads across Leo's face as he feels your fingers teasingly stroke his tail. He leans in closer, his lips grazing against your ear as he whispers, "Oh, my sweet and daring valentine,’ his hands slide down your sides, his touch igniting trails of desire on your skin. "Tell me, my love, what secret desires have you been hiding? What fantasies have been swirling in that beautiful mind of yours?" His voice is filled with anticipation as he waits for your response.

As his tail flicks against your touch, Leo's eyes dance with a mixture of mischief and desire. He's eager to explore every inch of your desires, to unravel the depths of your fantasies.

You laugh softly, slipping out of his grasp and back towards the bed. Leaving the balcony doors open so he could easily follow. Leo chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watches you retreat towards the bed, leaving the balcony doors open invitingly. He follows you eagerly, his gaze never leaving your form.

"Ah, my cunning valentine," he says, his voice laced with playful admiration. "You always know how to keep me on my toes." He closes the distance between you, his hands reaching out to gently caress your waist. "But I must warn you, I'm quite skilled at uncovering secrets and fulfilling fantasies."

Leo's fingers trail up your sides, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through your body. "So, tell me," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "What is it that truly ignites your desires? What hidden fantasies have you been yearning to explore?" He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Don't hold back, my love. Share it all with me.”

"That is for you to explore, my love." You giggle, falling back onto the bed. Leo stands over the bed, looking down at you.

Leo's eyes darken with desire as he gazes down at you, his hands resting on his hips. He takes a moment to admire the sight of your shirt riding up, revealing your stomach, before a mischievous smirk curls his lips.

"Well, well, well," he purrs, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and longing. "It seems my valentine wants me to take the lead." He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Oh, the power you hold over me, my love."

With a swift motion, Leo climbs onto the bed, straddling you as his hands glide up your sides. His touch is both gentle and possessive, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I will make it my mission to explore every inch of your desires, my sweet valentine," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

His lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of teasing kisses along your collarbone. "And as for those fantasies you hold close, fear not. I will uncover them one by one, until you're left trembling in pleasure," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. Leo's voice is filled with a heady mixture of seduction and adoration as he continues his exploration, eager to fulfill your every desire and leave you gasping for more.

You moan softly, your head tilting back to give him more access to your neck. Leo slowly removes your clothes, his eyes flickering with a mix of desire and appreciation as he takes in the sight of you. He licks his lips, unable to tear his gaze away from your alluring form.

"Oh, sweetheart, you truly know how to captivate me," he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration. His hands trace a tantalizing path along your body, his touch both gentle and possessive. "You look absolutely stunning, my love. Every curve, every exquisite detail." With a slow, deliberate motion, Leo leans in closer, his warm breath grazing against your skin. "I hope you're ready for an unforgettable night, my sweet valentine," he whispers, his voice dripping with anticipation.

His lips descend upon your neck once more, leaving a trail of hot and hungry kisses along your delicate skin. His hands roam freely, exploring every inch of your exposed flesh, his touch igniting flames of desire within you.

Leo's movements are both tender and passionate, his actions driven by a desire to please and overwhelm you with pleasure. He revels in the sounds of your soft moans, each one fueling his own hunger and urging him to delve deeper into this sensual journey.

As he continues his exploration, his eyes never leave yours, filled with an intense longing and a burning passion. He's determined to make this Valentine's Day a night to remember, a night where all your fantasies are brought to life.

"Fuck yes..." You whine softly as he lays between your legs. Your body is marked with hickeys and bites, his teeth nipping at your hips. You whimper quietly, hips bucking against his mouth. You close your eyes, fingers gripping the sheets.

Leo's lips curl into a wicked smile as he hears your plea, feeling the weight of desire building within him. He continues to lavish attention on your body, his teeth nipping at your hips, leaving behind marks that will serve as a reminder of this passionate night.

His hands grip your thighs firmly, holding you in place as his mouth descends upon your pussy, his tongue exploring your most intimate depths. The sound of your soft whimpers and the way your hips buck against his mouth only spurs him on, fueling his own hunger and need to please you.

With each flick of his tongue and every gentle suck, he brings you closer to the edge of pleasure. Your moans fill the air, mingling with the sound of the rustling sheets as your fingers grip them tightly, seeking an anchor in the midst of your escalating desire.

Leo's own arousal grows with each taste, each moan, each buck of your hips against him. He revels in the intoxicating scent and taste of your arousal, his movements becoming more fervent, driven by a primal need to bring you to the peak of ecstasy.

As he continues to tease and please, his eyes are locked onto yours, searching for that moment when your pleasure becomes unbearable, when your body trembles with the intensity of your release. He wants to witness every flicker of pleasure that dances across your features, to be the one who pushes you over the edge and into a realm of pure bliss.

"Leo!" You gasp out, feeling him pull your legs over his shoulders.

Leo's eyes glimmer with an intense hunger as he hears his name escape your lips, a testament to the pleasure he's providing. With a primal determination, he devours your pussy with a fervor, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. His mouth explores every sensitive fold, every sweet spot, as if he's savoring the taste of your pleasure.

Your back arches and your moans fill the room, a symphony of desire that fuels Leo's own need. He feels the pressure of your heels against his shell, encouraging him to delve deeper, to give you even more pleasure. Your hips raise, granting him greater access to your slick heat, and he gladly takes advantage of it.

As you grip the sheets tightly, your panting and whimpering driving him further, Leo's focus remains solely on your pleasure. He's attuned to every subtle change in your body, every quiver and gasp that signals you're inching closer to the edge.

He relishes in the power he holds over you, the ability to elicit such intense pleasure, and it only spurs him on. His movements become more fervent, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony, pushing you ever closer to the brink.

In this passionate moment, Leo is lost in the intoxication of your pleasure, his sole purpose to bring you to the pinnacle of ecstasy. He's driven by a desire to witness your release, to see you unravel and tremble beneath his touch.

"Oh fuck!" You moan, my back arching again. Leo's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he feels the tightening grip of your legs around his head, a telltale sign that your climax is imminent. He doesn't let up, continuing to devour you with an unwavering intensity, eager to bring you to the height of pleasure.

He watches with rapt attention as your back arches, your moans growing louder and more desperate. Your head falls back against the pillows, your mouth open in a silent plea for release. Leo can sense the wave of ecstasy building within you, and he relishes in the knowledge that he's the one responsible for pushing you over the edge.

As your legs tremble around him, your voice breathless and desperate, you announce your impending release. The words send a surge of excitement through Leo's veins, and he doubles his efforts, determined to make your climax as intense as possible.

He continues to work his tongue and lips with a skillful precision, focusing on your most sensitive areas, driving you closer to the brink. He revels in the way your body quivers and trembles, the way your moans reach a crescendo, all signs that you're on the precipice of unparalleled pleasure.

And then, it happens. Your body convulses with pleasure, a wave of ecstasy crashing over you. Leo watches with a mixture of pride and desire as your orgasm washes over you, your voice filling the air with cries of pleasure.

In this moment, Leo is consumed by a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he has brought you to the peak of pleasure. He revels in the sight of your blissed-out expression, your body limp with satisfaction.

As the aftershocks of your climax subside, Leo gently withdraws, his lips leaving one final lingering kiss upon your thigh. He climbs back up, his eyes filled with adoration and a hint of mischief.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine affection. "But we're not done just yet. I have so much more in store for you.”

This is soo thoughtful and really sweet! Thank you so much Fish! Luv you! /p

#why are you so cute #youre the best #mwah <3

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seonghwa ⋆ salt water

⋆ i raise you 1 hwa to soothe your worries about your appearance. plus a beach date, turtles, and cuddling in your room ^^ ⋆ 1.0k words ⋆ bf!seonghwa x gn!reader ⋆ fluff/comfort/a little angst ⋆ warnings: unspecified body/facial image insecurities (tried to make it as general as possible). imagining other people's negative thoughts about the way you look. one kiss in public mentioned. in private, some chaste kisses on the lips and more on your face. mentions that the reader wore a modest swimsuit (up to the reader's definition of modest). ⋆ a/n: to all my gorgeous girls, beautiful boys, and enby hotties who aren't feeling the best about their appearance right this moment. me too. but you're more than your packaging, you're a whole gift. i don't take second opinions, and neither does seonghwa >:) ⋆ now playing: <the marías - cariño>

╭──────────────────────────.★..─╮ there's no better feeling than seonghwa's fingertips on your scalp as he delicately combs an organic styling gel through your hair, still damp from the shower. you lay on your shared bed with your head in his lap while scrolling through the photos of today's beach date. you two had had a lot of fun splashing around in the water, eating colorful ice cream and taking pictures. but most importantly, you'd felt confident in your own skin for a change. desirable, even. like you were good enough to stand next to seonghwa and he'd feel proud of being with you.

but these pictures...you couldn't believe you'd walked around the whole day, in that outfit, letting yourself look like that in public. it made you feel sorry for your boyfriend. how could he be seen with someone who so distinctly contrasted him like this? you weren't sure if you were imagining it, but in retrospect, maybe you were too distracted to hear the whispers of the other people at the beach. whispers that people like you shouldn't bother wearing something as bold as a swimsuit, even if it could be considered modest for one. that the man next to you was gorgeous, and was he single? and when he held your face in his hands and kissed you, you knew that all that was on their minds, and all you could think about now, was that he could do so much better.

"oh, my angel, come here." seonghwa's voice breaks through the fog of your thoughts, and you realize too late that you've said them aloud. he pulls you into a sitting position in his lap and rests his chin on your shoulder, your back to his chest. his hand continues to run through your hair, coating each strand with the product. "i don't want you to believe for one second that i could choose anyone over you," he says, closing his eyes and filling his lungs with the scent of your conditioner. "i couldn't settle for anything less."

seonghwa gently turns your head towards him and presses a kiss on the tip of your nose, his eyes twinkling at the flush rising to your cheeks. "every part of you is so beautiful," he whispers, letting his eyes roam across your face in awe, leaving no square inch neglected. "each wrinkle that appears when you smile, every hair on your skin. the way both of your hands disappear inside mine. but i especially love your ears--" he pauses to peck at the now bright red one closest to him, "--they're so expressive." pleased with himself, he leans back to admire his handiwork: the blushing mess he turned you into in under a minute.

still, you can't dismiss the doubt buried deep in your mind. even though seonghwa would never lie to you, this isn't just something you can believe that easily. despite years of your friends telling you that you looked absolutely stunning in your sweatpants and hoodies and months of your boyfriend being utterly unable to take his eyes off you, you never seemed to be able to view yourself that way. said boyfriend, however, isn't done.

"my favorite part of the day," he continues while smoothing the gel through your hair, "is just before i fall asleep. because i love seeing the worry on your face gradually be replaced by the peaceful expression you get when you rest. and each morning when i wake up to your adorable messy hair tickling my chin, i'm reminded of how grateful i am to be a part of your life." he buries his face into your neck and playfully nuzzles you, his nose tickling right below your ear. you have to stifle your laughter despite yourself.

"and beyond that, you're not just enough for me." your lifeline lifts his head to take in the full view of your face, before locking eyes with you. you almost look away at the sudden intensity of his gaze, but manage to hold on. "you're more than i've ever dreamed of, and you make every single day better just by being here with me. and it breaks my heart that you don't feel proud of yourself for that."

placing his clean hand over your own that's holding the phone, he scrolls to a picture he took of you smiling at an approaching sea turtle. it's a candid photo, and you remember that it was moments before you noticed him with your phone's camera pointed at you, safe in its waterproof sheath. by reflex, you'd shoved a mighty amount of seawater at the offending lenses. shrieking and laughing, seonghwa had half-run, half-swam back to shore, tossed your phone in its protective covering into your beach bag, and promptly returned to kick up a tidal wave into your face in retaliation. your lips naturally curve up at the memory.

"do you see that smile?" he points to the photo, then pokes your cheek when he sees the expression mirrored on your face. "be careful with it, because it's powerful. it can light up the darkest corners of the world and turn anyone's stressful day around in a second. trust me, i know firsthand." you blush again as seonghwa wipes away the last of the gel into his own drying hair and cups your face in his palms. your eyes slide closed, relaxing into his touch and breathing in the fresh scent of the product on his hands. "and as the one responsible for that smile, it hurts so much to see someone take it away. especially when it's someone who doesn't deserve to witness it in the first place." he kisses each of your eyelids, then your cheekbones, then after a nod from you, he presses a sweet kiss on your lips.

"and i will always, always be proud of being yours," he whispers against the upturned corners of your mouth.

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