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drabblesandimagines · 1 year

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Coffee

Rei x reader (reader request)

You’re an idiot. An oblivious fool. How did it get this far before you’d put two and two together? Scratch that, you hadn’t even put it all together! You thought they were just being nice, neighbourly, friendly… But you’d mentioned the latest sweet thing the two had done for you over dinner with your friend and they’d given you a look - absolutely baffled at your naivety.

You’d been moving in across the hall. The removals company you’d hired had been great, dropping the boxes exactly where directed, but of course you still had to unpack the dang things. You’d been back and forth to the recycling facilities a few times that morning when there was a knock at the door. If you’d had a mirror up on the wall, you would’ve seen exactly how much of a hot mess you looked and probably have ignored the door. However, there were a few things you were expecting to be delivered today, so you opened the door and were surprised to see two handsome men - one cheerful blonde and one sullen-looking dark-haired – neither holding a package for delivery, but a pile of Tupperware and a bottle of lemonade.

You hurriedly wipe the glean of sweat you’re positive is across your forehead, wishing all the sudden you weren’t in your sweatpants and looked a little more put together in front of the two extremely handsome men in your doorway. “Hi!” It sounds a little squeaky.

“Hi – sorry, we know we’re disturbing you, but we just wanted to introduce ourselves. I’m Kazuki and this is Rei, we live just across the hall.” He tilts his head up to signal the door behind him in lieu of pointing due to his full hands. “I know how hectic moving day can be and it’s important to remember to eat, so we thought we’d bring over a ‘welcome to the building’ gift of some lunch.” He holds up the pile of Tupperware. “All hand-made by yours truly.” A wink.

“Oh, thank you. That’s… incredibly kind.” You step back and open the door wider, introducing yourself. “Erm, probably easier if you come in and pop those down. Excuse the chaos…”

It wasn’t long after they offered to give you a hand with unpacking – Kazuki said he was a master at all things flat-pack and quake-proofing heavy furniture, and Rei had been eyeing up your games consoles and TV before hooking it all up masterfully, even tidying away the wires so they weren’t even in sight. With their help across the next couple of days, your apartment was soon finished, everything in its rightful place.

You’d invited the two over for dinner as a thank you – nothing fancy, pizza and beers – watching a terrible action movie before playing some games. The friendship had only progressed from there. They had an odd work schedule, you noted, sometimes they were gone for a few days at a time, some weeks they didn’t seem to work at all. You’d water the plants, take the mail in, keep an eye on the place when they were away. It’s neighbourly, after all.

Kazuki would invite you round for dinner almost weekly – he said it was nice to have someone appreciate his cooking, a pointed glare at Rei. You and Rei were making multiplayer on a new quest-based game, staying up far too late trying to reach the next save point, whilst Kazuki sat snoring behind you.

When you were sick one time, Kazuki brought over soup and medicine. When you had any issues technology-wise, Rei was always on hand to sort it out - even replacing lightbulbs. You felt incredibly blessed to have such wonderful neighbours, and that’s how the topic of conversation had come up over dinner with a friend. They were complaining about their neighbours – noisy, inconsiderate – and you’d explained how Kazuki and Rei just couldn’t seem to do enough for you.

“Okay,” they lean forward and grab your hand, “please tell me you know these men are just trying to woo you.”

You laugh at that, but the look on their face says they’re not joking.

You shake you head, pulling your hand back. “No, they’re just being nice. Kazuki’s a flirt with everyone and Rei’s… Rei. They’re my friends, that’s all.”

“We’re friends and have I ever done half of that stuff for you?”

“No, but…”

“We were room-mates, I sure wasn’t going to look after your sick ass. I slept across the hall for the week, remember?”

“Well, maybe you were just a bad friend.” You retaliate.

“Maybe I was, but that doesn’t change the fact those two are flirting with you.”

You go to make a retort but, slowly, the pieces are falling into place. They were pretty interested whenever you mentioned going out for drinks or dinner with someone other than them, asking if it was a date. If it was, they then wanted to know exactly where you were going and to text when you were safely home, even if they were away. That was just friendly concern, being alone in a big city and meeting up with a friend of a friend or just strangers off the internet. After all, there could be some complete creeps out there and it felt reassuring to know the two were looking out for you.

There were lingering touches from the both of them. Kazuki loved to hug on hello and goodbye, often draping an arm around your shoulder and squeezing whenever you were stood near each other. Rei always sat deliberately close to you, his arm pressed up against yours, even though their sofa could fit around four adults comfortably. When you’d had to fly home for the weekend, they’d given you a lift to the airport at an unearthly hour, seeing you all the way up to the security gate, and then they were there at arrivals again on your return. When there’d be a small earthquake, they’d forced their way into your apartment, checking you were okay – insisting you came over to theirs for any aftershocks. Even Rei had hugged you that day on seeing you unhurt, Kazuki pressing a kiss against your forehead…

“I am an idiot.”

It’s a little after nine when you knock on the door. You’d been up all night, debating what to do, though there was still a niggle of doubt that they didn’t like you that way and your friend had just jumped to a ridiculous conclusion. But, a larger part of your brain argued, it wouldn’t be so bad if they did, would it? Well, one of them more than the other. You’d be a liar if you hadn’t thought or dreamt about one of the men in a certain way before…

Rei answers, looking a little tired – you’re not sure if you’ve woken him up or if he hasn’t been to bed yet either.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No. You okay?” He frowns, looking you up and down.

“Yeah, just a little tired. Erm, is Kazuki in?”

“Ah”, he nods, still frowning. “No, he…” He pauses, debating whether he should be honest or not, but decides against it. “He should be back later though. Can I help?”

“I was just hoping to speak to you both – together. It’s all right, I’ll come back later…” You turn to go when his hand catches your sleeve.

“I’m making some coffee, if you’d like some? That is, if you don’t mind waiting with me.”

“Coffee sounds great, actually.”

It’s a nice morning – warm enough that Rei suggests sitting out on the balcony. You’re a little envious of their set-up, your one-bedroom apartment is a lot smaller than theirs and the fact they have outdoor space, but there is two of them and their job seems to keep them comfortable enough.

You’re sat in a comfortable silence, watching the river below – every so often a boat sailing past. Maybe you should take a boat ride, it might be fun to be a tourist in your own city…

“It’s okay.”

You turn to Rei, confused, had you said one of your thoughts out loud?

“What’s okay?”

“You and Kazuki. I’m happy for the two of you.” He takes a sip of his coffee, wincing, though you’re not convinced it’s from the bitter caffeine.

“What?”

“That’s what you’ve come to talk to us about, right? You’ve decided.”

Your eyes widen, “No. Not at all. I’m an idiot. I only found out that you were two were interested in me last night.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You found out? Kazuki assured me our intentions were perfectly clear and you just needed time.”

“Well, maybe you want to rethink your intentions because it turns out I’m entirely clueless. I thought you were just being friendly, but I was talking to my friend last night and they pointed it out. I was up all night thinking back and it’s all so painfully obvious.” You take a gulp of your own coffee.

“So, you’ve not decided?”

You put down the coffee cup slowly. “If… If I have decided, I wouldn’t want it to ruin your friendship with each other. That’s the last thing I’d want to do, I’d much rather we all remain friends than risk that.”

“No. We agreed from the start that, whatever the outcome, we wouldn’t let it get between us. Just…” he hesitates. “..maybe don’t make out in front of me.”

“That…” you swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. “That might be difficult.”

“Can’t you just take it to his bedroom at least?” Rei scowls, taking another sip of his coffee as you reply.

“I’m not sure how much Kazuki would like me making out with you in his bedroom.”

That catches him off guard and he inhales the liquid, coughing and spluttering in surprise. You wait for him to catch his breath, though his cheeks are now flushed red.

“You… you want me?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“Why?!”

“You don’t sound thrilled. Were you hoping it would be Kazuki?”

“Just everyone loves him, he’s handsome and cheerful and good at cooking and I’m… I’m me.”

“Kazuki is all of those things, but you’re also handsome and fun and sweet and… I like you.”

The door opens within the apartment then, interrupting the conversation. “I’m home! You up?”

“We’re on the balcony,” Rei calls back, face entirely red.

Kazuki appears, in the clothes you saw him leave the apartment yesterday. Did he spend the night elsewhere? He’s surprised to see the two of you on the balcony at this early hour.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?” He grins, sweetly, approaching the sliding doors. He takes in Rei’s and yours flushed expressions. “Wait, am I interrupting something?”

You stand up, taking a step towards the blonde. “Kind of. Erm, Kazuki, you’re a great guy and all, but…”

“Ah!” Kazuki looks again between the two of you before he grins, genuinely, “At last! Well, I won’t lie – I’m a little heartbroken, but I’ll pick myself back up. If it were anyone but Rei…” He shrugs. “He’s a good man, and the better man won. Not that you’re a trophy or anything!” He rubs the back of his head, nervously.

“But we’ll still be friends, right? I don’t want to do anything to risk our friendship.” You look between the two of them. “It’s really important to me.”

“Of course we will!” Kazuki pulls you into a brief hug. “You won’t get rid of me that easily. Now, tell me, what’s the plan for the first date?” He looks between the two of you, eagerly.

“Date…?” Rei questions.

“We hadn’t…” you hold back a yawn. “..got that far.”

“Jeez, have the two of you even slept? Off to bed – separately – please.” He stresses. “Get your beauty rest whilst I find the two of you the most perfect restaurant for dinner. Go.” Kazuki pushes you gently back into the apartment, leaving Rei on the balcony.

“Thanks, Kazuki. Erm, see you later, Rei.” You smile timidly, before turning and heading towards the door, already thinking of the warm embrace of your bed…

“Yeah. Thanks, Kazuki.” Rei gets to his feet, slinging an arm around the blonde’s shoulders. “I promise we won’t make out in your bed.”

“..what?!” -- Masterlist. Requests welcome. Ko-fi.

#ghostdogwrites #buddy daddies fanfic #rei suwa x reader #suwa rei x reader #buddy daddies #buddy daddies fluff #rei suwa fluff #rei suwa x you #reader requests #kazuki kurusu

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sporco-filth · 14 days

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Home Alone

Kevin and his sons Josh and Hamish (they're all legally adults) are left home alone while Kevin's wife Amy goes on a month-long holiday.

The strict rules that used to govern the household start to relax as the three men slip into slovenliness.

This is part one.

'I'll see you in a month.' 'Have fun sweetie!'

Kevin and his sons Hamish and Josh waved goodbye as his wife drove off for her month-long business trip overseas. It was the holidays, so the boys and their dad had the month off as well. They went back inside and shut the door.

'It's almost dinnertime,' Kevin said, looking at the clock. 'What do you guys say to ordering pizza? What with all the packing and getting ready, I think we deserve a break from cooking for one night.' 'Sure,' said Hamish. They made their order and before long their pizzas had arrived. 'Want me to set the table?' Josh asked, always the responsible one. Kevin shook his head. 'Nah, don't worry about it. We can just eat out of the boxes.' They sat down and quickly polished off their meal. 'Here, I'll take your box to the recycling,' Josh offered. 'Leave it, I'll put them out tomorrow. It'll be Thursday so I'll have to take the rest of the rubbish out too.' Josh and Hamish went to their rooms, leaving the remnants of their dinner on the table.

The next morning, being the holidays, Josh woke up late. He rubbed his eyes and wandered into the kitchen to get breakfast. He poured himself a bowl of muesli and sat down at the table, pushing away the empty pizza boxes. Where is dad? he wondered. He's usually up by now. As he slowly munched away, he saw Kevin enter, dressed in his undies and yawning. 'Yaawn… morning,' he said, wandering over to the pantry and pulling out a jar of peanut butter. He put a slice of toast in the toaster and idly scratched his bum while he waited. 'Is your brother up yet?' 'I haven't seen him.' A flush was heard, followed by a running sink, then Hamish came out from the hallway. 'Morning.' He got himself a bowl of weet-bix and sat down across from his brother who was just about finished eating. Kevin's toast popped up and he slathered it with peanut butter, a little dripping from the knife onto the counter. He didn't seem to notice and sat down too. He took a bite and chomped loudly, bits of peanut butter smearing on his lips. He wiped it with the tablecloth and kept eating. 'I think we'll have to go shopping today,' he said. 'The pantry's looking a bit bare. Get dressed and we'll go soon.' Josh put his bowl in the sink and went to his bedroom to get ready. When he came out, he saw his dad in trakkies and a T-shirt, still unshaven and with his hair unkempt. His brother was dressed not long after and the three headed out.

'What do you guys want?' Kevin asked, pushing along the trolley. 'I 'unno,' Hamish said, the moody teen not really interested in shopping. He looked at the shelves and noticed they were in the junk food aisle. 'Hey, can I get some chips?' Usually unhealthy snacks weren't allowed in the house, so Hamish was a little surprised when his dad said sure. 'Get a few packs if you want,' he added. 'And why not some lollies too?' As their shopping trip continued, Josh noticed everything in the trolley was some sort of processed food. Hamish had run off and come back with two six packs of soft drink which Kevin added to the trolley without comment, much to his son's pleasure.

For lunch, Kevin made a large batch of spag bol which they ate ravenously. A strand of pasta dropped onto Kevin's top. He picked it up and ate it, but the sauce had left a stain. He didn't seem to mind though and kept eating away. Hamish cracked open one of his soft drinks and took a swig. He let out a belch. Kevin gave him a pat on the back. 'Nice one.' Hamish grinned and went back to looking at his phone. Devices weren't normally allowed at the table, but his dad didn't seem to mind. Hamish shovelled forkfuls into his mouth without really looking, making a mess on the table and his clothes. When he finished eating, he headed back to his room, leaving his bowl and can on the table. 'Hamish!' Josh was about to call him back, but his father put a hand on his shoulder. 'Let him go, he's on holidays. You go relax too, I'll deal with the washing up.'

But when Josh came out later that evening for dinner, he noticed the dishes had been brought to the sink, but hadn't actually been washed yet. 'What's for dinner?' he asked, putting the matter aside. 'I ordered Thai.' 'But we had take away last night.' 'Yeah, but I figured we can have it again. It won't hurt.'

The next morning, Josh saw that the pizza boxes still hadn't been cleared, nor the dishes in the sink from yesterday. He checked the rubbish bin and saw that that was nearly overflowing still. When his dad woke up, late again, he asked about it. 'Ah, I forgot. And it's too late to do it now, the rubbish truck'd have already passed.' 'I can still do the dishes,' Josh offered. 'Don't stress it, Josh,' he replied with a dismissive wave. 'It doesn't matter that much. You're on holiday, you can do it later.'

As the week drew on, Josh noticed none of the chores seemed to matter much anymore. The tablecloth was left stained and covered in crumbs, the clothes in the laundry hamper were piling up and the vacuum hadn't been run. Hamish's room was beginning to look like a bomb had gone off, his bed unmade and clothes and detritus scattered about. Josh was also pretty sure neither of the other two had been showering: Hamish's 'eau de teen' could be smelled from a metre away and Kevin also getting a bit whiffy. With the bin full, rubbish began to be left wherever, with the excuse that they'd clean it up next bin night. But next bin night came and passed and still the house looked like a tip. And despite their dad's assertion that each night would be the last time they'd get take away, they kept ordering it. The pantry and fridge were now full of junk food and there wasn't a single fruit or vegetable in the house.

Soon, Josh started to let things go a bit too; what was the point of tidying up if neither of the other two cared about living in a pigsty? He began to sleep in later and stay up playing video games till the early hours of the morning. With everyone waking up whenever they felt like it, meal times became blurred. Josh found himself snacking on whatever junk food he found whenever he felt hungry. He let his room get messy. When his clean clothes ran out, he rummaged through the hamper and pulled out a pair of dirty underwear. He gave them a sniff. 'Eh, they smell alright,' Josh said, putting them on. Some days he wouldn't even bother brushing his teeth.

One morning, as he stumbled bleary-eyed towards the kitchen, hungry for breakfast, he passed through the lounge to see his dad watching netflix and eating straight from a tub of cookie dough ice cream. 'Mornin…' Josh yawned. Kevin, who had been staring mindlessly at the TV, blinked and looked up, noticing his son. 'Oh, I didn't see you come in. Is it morning already? I swear it was one AM only an hour ago…' 'It's ten thirty.' Kevin rubbed his eyes. 'Huh,' he murmured, eyes already drifting back to the screen. Josh lumbered into the kitchen and scrounged around the pantry, but nothing really caught his interest. You know, I could go for ice cream myself right about now… 'Hey dad!' he yelled. 'Uh?' He poked his way through the freezer which was overstuffed with packets of frozen food. 'Have we got another tub of ice cream?' 'Yeah, right at the back there should be some chocolate one.' Josh pushed things around and spotted it. 'Got it!' He sat down at the table, covered with dirty dishes and empty take away boxes, and started scrolling through his phone while he ate his ice cream. When he was done, he tossed the tub and spoon on the floor and kept flicking through tiktoks until he heard Hamish get up. His brother had gone to the bathroom; Josh could hear a grunt followed by a loud fart and a splash, then the sound of peeing. Hamish entered, eyes glued to his nintendo switch, presumably having played it while on the toilet. Having been allowed unlimited screentime in the past few days, he had made the most of it and was playing video games or on his laptop almost every waking moment. Josh then realised he never heard the toilet flush, nor the sink run, but put it aside. Ah, who cares, he thought. Hamish grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and a pack of chips, then went back to his room, not even giving Josh a glance. 'Josh!' his dad called out from the living room. 'What?' 'Can you bring me a pack of timtams?' 'Get it yourself!' 'I can't be arsed getting up… and you're already there…' Josh sighed. 'Fine!' He went to the pantry and pulled out a pack of bikkies. Seeing a family-size block of chocolate, he grabbed that too and took it with him to the lounge. 'Here,' he tossed the timtams to Kevin. He smiled 'Lazy pig.' Kevin chuckled at the joke. 'Thanks. I've been working hard to get this lazy.' Josh flopped onto the couch next to him and ripped open the chocolate with his teeth. As he took a bite, he caught a whiff of something fishy. He glanced over and noticed a dark, puddle-like splotch on the couch where Kevin was sitting, and a yellowish stain on his underwear. 'Ew, did you pee yourself?' Kevin shrugged. 'I had to go, but I was so comfy…' Josh smiled. 'You really are becoming a pig.'

Later that night, the three guys were in the lounge, Josh and Kevin barely having moved from the couch except for food and toilet breaks (though, as time wore on, Josh had taken to just letting it go on the couch as well) and Hamish having come out from his room to take a break from his computer to watch TV. Josh was flicking through his phone. 'There's a new Mexican place just opened up. What do you guys say we get some of that for dinner?' 'Sure.' 'Sounds good.' Not long after, their food had arrived and they were tucking in. Josh's eyes were glued to the TV as he took a bite of his burrito, sauce dripping onto his shirt. 'Mmm, so good,' he moaned, scarfing it down and wiping his hands on his already filthy top. He lay back with a sigh, patting his full belly. 'I could go for dessert. What do you think?' Kevin let out a fart in assent. 'Cool, I think we've got a cheesecake in the fridge.'

Josh soon returned, carrying a huge cheesecake which he plonked down on the table atop a staggering pile of trash. Not even bothering with cutlery, Hamish reached out and grabbed a handful of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, scoffing it down in seconds. Before Kevin could manage to get a piece of his own, Hamish was already getting a second one. 'Hey, leave some for the rest of us!' Kevin protested. Hamish's response was only a loud burp right in Kevin's face. He grinned mischievously as his dad fanned his nose. 'Ugh, your breath stinks! When was the last time you brushed?' 'I 'unno,' he said, taking the opportunity to help himself to another piece of cake. 'I don't think I've brushed my teeth in at least a week.' Kevin smiled as he leaned over to get his own bit of cheesecake. 'Heh, I'm impressed.' Before he could say anything else, Kevin knocked the cake. He tried to catch it but he was too late: it fell top down onto the floor amid the rubbish and crumbs that covered the carpet. 'Fuck!' he swore. The three men stared at the fallen cake. Josh's stomach growled. He picked it up, flicking a bit of fluff off of it and took a bite. 'Five second rule,' he said through a mouth of cake. 'Can't let it go to waste.' 'Hey, don't hog it all!' Kevin moaned. 'I still haven't had any yet!'

#slob #burping #farting #laziness #weight gain #my writing #low-key inspired by Bart after dark from the simpsons #among other tv shows etc where characters become slobs when given freedom or when left alone #i think i've fantasised about this sort of situation for a very very long time #probably because it appears in tv shows a lot

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queeniesretrozone · 7 months

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making a post about my perspective on the John Oliver CEC video.

first off, the “you’re young and will NEVER own a house” thing annoys me. (and also assuming all CEC fans are under 35/all people who aren’t 35 like CEC is dumb)

the rest of it is below

and the assumption that CEC was the first animatronic restaurant might be wrong? (honestly idk for that one tbh. I know they were one of the first but idk if they were.)

the joke about Munch annoyed me. (plus calling him a purple monstrosity. I mean I guess he’s TECHNICALLY right but still…)

bringing back the recycled pizza thing was dumb imo (and idk why he acted like the floppy disk thing was controversial or whatever???) + making a lot of jokes at the various fights that have happened??? kids were probably traumatized by that and your making jokes about it??

making light of the fact that the video is twenty minutes long AND that the audience can’t leave??? please. we’ve (the fandom) watched videos that are WAY longer than that. Plus idk why he’d bring up the audience.

now we move onto the history section.

the joke about there being like 50 versions of pong was fine and Nolan being on drugs was kinda ehhhh to me.

the business insider video that was shown was kinda annoying to me (especially since the big cheese name concept thing was completely overlooked but to be fair unless you’re in the fandom you probably won’t know that)

his description of Munch the second time was better imo

calling Jasper a cowboy dog is a thing that random people on the internet keep saying and it annoys me.

The Dolli thing isn’t fully correct cause from my understanding it was more like breathing then up and down. (the jokes at her in general annoy me.)

acting like Tex & Major Magic’s (and others) were CEC ripoffs just because they all had animatronics (and presumably pizza) is stupid. it’s like saying that SpongeBob is a Mickey Mouse ripoff because they’re both cartoon creatures.

making jokes at pizza planet (the one with the panda) is fine with me since the panda IS kinda creepy.

the showbiz stuff is ehh

for one Robert Brock didn’t just cancel out of nowhere. he saw Aaron’s animatronics and thought they were better so he canceled the cec thing so him and Aaron could make showbiz pizza if I recall correctly. (Also acting like he created the animatronics is dumb)

also the business insider video is wrong cause I’m pretty sure CEC had moved on from the portrait box by the time SPP opened.

calling the CEC AND RAE bots nightmares is always annoying when it comes from people like John Oliver.

he did correct the business insider video though by mentioning Aaron.

Him calling concept unification horrifying is right. :,(

him mentioning the fans that own bots is nice I guess.

Helen’s section seemed fine

Pasqually’s was eehhhhh

the movie got a mention.

acting like Pasqually’s was an awful thing??

I’m not talking about the rest of it. :|

also I know that it’s like a funny show and he has to make jokes but imo a lot of them are dumb imo

link also 🙄

youtube

#queenie chats #long post #rant #chuck e cheese #cec #john oliver #Youtube

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pleasespellchimerical · 2 years

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to be fair: pizza boxes are not always recyclable. Many have grease stains on them and as far as I know most recyclers do not want paper with grease in it. If it’s clean, go for it - if there’s grease, either check your local guidelines or just pitch it.

#this has been a PSA #greta thunberg #andrew tate

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undercoverwizardfanfiction · 2 years

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Title: Glass Shell

Verse: ROTTMNT

Summary: Afterall, aren’t we all in various stages of falling apart?

Characters: Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael

Pairings:

Warnings: PTSD, meltdown, nightmares, past trauma

@hoshisoul and @soldierofsirens thank you both :)

Being a record-breaking insomniac, Leo is always finicky if he wakes up before he’s ready. Normally the process includes twelve alarms, turning off the heated blanket he had started using for the top half of his body and the slightly warmer second heated blanket he used for the bottom half and letting nature do its work (if he’s lucky, he’d be up by noon). What he doesn’t like is having an empty bag dropped entirely on his face. For a moment all he can do was shoot up in a sitting position and swipe at his face furiously till he’s able to catch it and pull it off. He pushes up his eye mask and rubs at his face as he reads the bag.

“Naturally sourced fair trade premium coffee beans?” He looks up to his assailant. “Raph, I keep telling you coffee is a gateway drug and our grocery bills can’t afford another caffeine addict—”

“That's not—no, I don’t have the physical strength to fight Donnie for coffee every morning,” Raph says with a shake of his head, as though the very thought of it was enough to give him nightmares. “No, I wanted to talk to you, ’cause I think something might be happening and I’m not sure. I’ve been wrong in the past; I’ve made things worse in the past—” Raph starts tapping his forefingers as his talking speeds up. “And—and I don't want to overstep, but I can't stop thinking about it and—and I thought I’d come to you since you’re better about this—”

“Buddy, buddy, you’re at a 10 right now, I need you to be at a 3,” Leo pulls his water jug off his bedside and takes a sip. “Maybe a 2. “

Raph's face twists up in frustration, but he closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths and opens his eyes again. He starts pacing across the small space between Leo’s bed and the door, gesturing with his hands.

“OK, so we got groceries two days ago. I remember because you always buy an extra three boxes of cookies. One for dipping into sour cream while you shop, one for Pops so he doesn’t eat your cookies, and one for the drive home, ’cause, and I quote: ‘I just did my chore for the week and I deserve this.’” Raph pauses and looks at him. “You know, how you’re still alive is beyond me.”

“Pizza Supreme in the Sky wouldn’t gift me to the world and take me away so easy.'' Leo grins. Now that he’s waking up more, he stretches out his arms and legs in almost a catlike manner and yawns. “OK, OK, so we went grocery shopping. So what?”

“So, every week Donnie gets four large bags of overpriced coffee from that vegan store on the other side of town because the one we used to go to banned you both.”

“We’ve been over this. If they didn’t want us to ride a robot bear through their vegan honey aisle they should have put up a sign—”

“—SO I went to throw it in the recycling bin. And I saw there were already, like, four bags in there. That doesn’t seem healthy.”

Ah, worried big brother Raph is a classic. Leo can’t help but smile and reach out, wrapping his smaller hand around Raphs larger finger, which instinctively wraps around his.

“OK, OK, big guy, come here. Come listen to Wisonardo.” He manages to scoot over to let Raph sit down next to him before he gets up on his knees and starts kneading his shoulder. But upon realizing his fingers didn’t have the strength to make a difference, he switches to his elbows. “I know you love to worry. It’s your favorite thing to do other than collecting Teddy Bear Town coupons and anxiety. And the fact you haven't been hovering over him is great and I’m proud of you… I mean yeah, that much coffee would kill a T-Rex. But Donnie—'' Four bags was a lot of coffee, was he not sleeping at all? “That is a lot for him, but we’ve all been going through a lot with the Invasion, and I think this is just how he’s coping. I think.”

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HEY! It’s Charmy here, over on the SaveROTTMNT server we’re gauging interest to see if anyone is interested in participating in a ROTTMNT movie zine! If you’re interested let me know, we need artists, writers and maybe a few mods. Just let me know and we’ll see how it goes!

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I don’t normally draw but I’ve been practicing, I still consider myself a writer by trade but it’s fun to try new things

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My #1 post of 2022

I’ve said it once I’ll say it again for those in the back. Because even I , who post REGULARLY, have been getting these messages lately

👏STOP👏HARASSING👏CREATORS👏

“But they’re taking forever-😭”

THEN YOU’LL WAIT FOREVER

“They’re my favorite creator-“

THEN STOP HARASSING THEM AND BE SUPPORTIVE DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO ADMIT WHEN YOU LOOSE INTEREST IN A PROJECT? IF YOU REALLY SUPPORT THEM THEN YOU’LL SUPPORT THEM EVEN IF THEYRE NOT GIVING YOU ANYTHING

“They left it on such a cliffhanger-“

THAT DOESN’T CONSTITUTE THE RIGHT TO THREATEN PEOPLE DENNIS

I DONT CARE YOUR ARGUMENT BECAME INVALID WHEN YOU STARTED BULLYING PEOPLE. LET PEOPLE LIVE THEIR LIVES STOP HARASSING THEM

This has been Charmy saying “stop being a jerk”😘

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MARIANA'S REST are sad because would you look at the state of this place? Haven't you ever vacuumed or dusted in here? This can't be good for your allergies. Of course, it's always an adjustment having your own place for the first time and learning to take care of yourself and we're not here to criticize or make you feel bad. But you can do so much better than this. What would mom say if she saw the state of this floor? Hoo boy, she'd be hopping mad. Come on, bro. We'll put on some music and help you clean up, okay? Then we can order pizza or something. Just promise you'll recycle the boxes and not pile them up by the front door again. You've got this, buddy. And yes, that broom does look like a guitar when you hold it like that, for sure.

Sigh.

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Carton Packaging: The Past & Future Of The Packaging Industry

There are several definitions for what a carton is, but one most people can agree on is this: A carton is a paper-board box created via the process of cutting and folding the board into shape before being laminated and decorated with images or text.

Over the years, carton packaging has remained one of the most popular packages due to its ability to hold different shapes and sizes. With more consumers becoming aware of eco-friendly actions, many businesses have turned towards carton packaging as an alternative solution for sustainability.

5 Ways Carton Packaging Has Changed The World

Smart Packaging Systems has compiled 7 ways in which carton packaging has played an important role for a long time in packaging history.

1. Cartons Since Centuries!

The earliest documented instance of a cardboard box was back in 1817 when it served as a protective package for board game pieces manufactured in Germany. Later, the material would go through several refinements before finally becoming corrugated cardboard - a paper sandwich made up of two sheets of strong but flexible paper - in the 1870s; this allowed for safer shipping to glassware and other delicate objects without risk of breakage along the way.

2. Maintains The Freshness

Packaging can be made from cardboard or paper, but most of the time it's made from corrugated cardboard because this material has certain properties that make it perfect for holding liquids in juice bottles or coffee cups as well as dry foods like cereal. Cereal boxes, even pizza boxes also use this material because sealing dry cereal in a box helps keep them fresher longer- making them more attractive to consumers, easier to store and ship, etc.

3. Revolutionized Shipping!

Cardboard has revolutionized the way items are shipped. Thanks to its lightweight, durability, and cost-efficiency; it lets consumers have greater access to goods without having to leave their homes or pay hefty shipping fees. And because of this, cardboard packaging has been a boon for those involved in the industry as well.

4. Helps Reduce Waste

It's environmentally friendly. Oftentimes, the cardboard can be reused to create things such as cat or dog houses and magazine holders or used to build fun forts and bird feeders - which is why it's one of the most popular packing materials among companies that ship their goods. And when you're done using those boxes? They're easy to recycle!

5. Shape Shifters

Because these boxes are so malleable, packaging industrialists find it very easy to create a wide variety of corrugated boxes that vary in shape, size, and custom print for all kinds of packaging needs; including food, garments, electronics, or pharmaceuticals. A company such as Smart Packaging Systems - one of the top carton box packing machine manufacturers in India - provides custom-made corrugated paperboard packaging throughout the country.

At Last

Carton boxes are prevalent for good reason. Carton sealer fosters excitement. Unwrapping a present (or even just tearing it into the package) is always an exciting experience. Ever since cardboard was invented, company logos and compelling graphics can be printed onto boxes without too much trouble at all. For many consumers, well-designed packaging not only helps protect products but also sets apart thoughtful brands from their competitors by making them stand out.

Smart Packaging Systems has years of packaging expertise working with small businesses and major companies alike. Contact us today for a free quote on your custom packing project! We will connect you with a live customer support representative who will help you find the best packaging solution for your needs. With so many details and options to consider, don't hesitate to contact us when you need some extra guidance navigating through all these choices.

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boxjeannie · 2 years

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How to Use Old Boxes Again

Boxes made of cardboard are a great way to cut down on trash. You can use them again as gift bags, gift wrap, or tissue paper instead of throwing them away. Or, you can recycle them by taking them to a place where you can do that. Once the boxes have been picked up, they will be recycled into new cardboard or other paper products. When you recycle them, you save money and help the environment at the same time.

The first step is to take the cardboard out of its packaging. Depending on what it is made of, cardboard can be split into its two layers: paperboard and corrugated cardboard. Corrugated cardboard is a higher-quality type of paper that can be recycled more than any other type of paper. Since corrugated boxes are often used for shipping, you need to remove the shipping materials and tape before you can recycle them. Most people who recycle would rather have the boxes flattened.

As long as the boxes are in good shape, they can be recycled. Most curbside recycling programs will take them, but you'll need to flatten them first. You can also give them to a good cause or a place of worship. They often accept donations of books that are still in good shape. Remove the cover and label, if you have one, before recycling.

You can also compost your own boxes if you don't want to take them to a recycling center. But keep in mind that greasy cardboard boxes can't always be reused. Pizza grease can get through the cardboard. But if you cut up greasy pizza boxes into small pieces, you can reuse them.

If you want to know how to recycle old boxes, you can find out at your local recycling center. Some cities and towns make you take out the packing materials before you can recycle. One other rule is to keep food containers and boxes separate. If you want to recycle food containers, you should wash them well and get rid of any tape. Once you've done these things, you can recycle your old boxes. This will save materials and help the environment.

Once you've decided to recycle your old boxes, the next step is to make sure the right ones are recycled. Here is a list of some of the most common things that can be recycled, along with information about how they can be recycled. You can also look at Recycling 101 to learn more tips and facts. So, start helping the environment by reusing your boxes and cardboard!

Not only is recycling your boxes good for the environment, but it can also make you money. Recycling cardboard is better than using raw materials because it saves resources, causes less pollution, and creates jobs. Also, it saves big companies money because they don't have to pay disposal fees. As part of their corporate social responsibility programs, many big companies already recycle things.

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Convenient-to-carry food delivery boxes make a buzz

It is true that in stressful times it is the small things that make a big difference and take some load off our minds. Keeping this factor in mind and also the comfort and ease of delivery boys, last-mile delivery companies have worked on the premise and carried out R&D activities to create unique products. Since food delivery ranks the highest on the list of essential deliveries, right at the outset one has to realise the importance of a food delivery box or bag and invest in a quality box or bag. There is no point in wasting money on poor-quality delivery boxes that do not keep the food warm or cool or do not mount a motorcycle correctly.

Conceptualized in 2018, BikeKit is a leading last-mile delivery player based in UAE. With a vision to create innovative products and services for the segment, it came up with solutions for the verticals of Delivery Solutions, Rider Wellness, and Rider Safety. Today has a burgeoning portfolio that comprises lit LED panel boxes and bags, insulated boxes and bags, and plain budget delivery boxes and bags. It has employed expert designers in Dubai who are recycling and reusing material and following sustainability measures. This attitude keeps the company far ahead of others who are continuing to use low-quality materials with little regard for ecology.

BikeKit has made a distinct name for itself in the industry by offering superior quality delivery boxes that meet global standards. Made as one shell the motorcycle fiberglass delivery box measures 50 cm X 50 cm and has LED panels that provide 12W of uniform lighting. At this point, a client in the business of food, groceries, medicines, and even flowers can advertise its logo, tagline, and contact details clearly. Not only will it attract attention, but the innovation also meets the key purposes of marketing and branding so critical in today’s time. Also, the boxes can be customized in size and color. They are durable yet light in weight and meet the dual purpose with ease. What’s more, they are not even expensive to make.

A restaurant owner now has the choice of using the same food delivery box for hot food delivery like pizzas as well as cool food like cakes and ice-creams. The delivery will stay cold throughout the journey as the boxes and bags are made from high-grade EPS insulation and ‘Hard Case Gel Packs.’ It will help in delivering frozen items, meat, milk, chocolates, and even medicines at the appropriate temperature. The temperature can be kept between 4 and 8 degrees for up to 8 to 10 hours.

For years BikeKit has been a beacon of light for retail businesses that have always felt the need for well-designed and quality delivery boxes. It is your chance to go an extra mile for your clients, so order your delivery boxes today!

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JENO ONESHOT RECS

Pussy Blocked - rom com, how to be a heartbreaker [31.4k]

Crescents and Daggers - never going to let you go [26.1k]

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Miscommunication - royalty AU, “I promise” [19.6k]

Love & Letter - writing letters he will never send [17k]

Always Return - pirate AU, it sparks up the fire [13k]

Wicked Games - after a drunken challenge M [12.8k]

The Dumbing Down of Love - 6 times caught staring [12.4k]

Nothing in Return - boxing, “always loved that photo” [12k]

Home - story of your first love and first boyfriend M [11.6k]

Endings - memories w boy you fell so in love with M [11.1k]

Color Me True - he falls in love w a fictional character [10.4k]

Language of the Flora - a florist and a barista [9.9k]

Summer Lovin - more than a friend for the summer [9.8k]

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Paradise - he might actually like the beach, angst [9.5k]

I’m Loving Memory - not supposed to happen, angst [9.5k]

Midnight Moon - siren Jeno, stories become reality [9k]

A Little Gift - spiderman Jeno leaves you lil gifts [8.6k]

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Eventual - falling in love with your best friend M [7.7k]

Vulcan and Venus - love blooms from the ashes [7.7k]

High Hopes - basket player player Jeno n a reporter [7.5k]

10 Things I Know About You - learning in quarantine [7.1k]

Clueless - “I always knew you would be friends” [6.3k]

City Lights - how you came to love your roommate [5.6k]

Someone to Stay - school heartthrob is not yours [5.5k]

The Element of Substance - earthbender n the avatar [5.2k]

Leather Seats - a friend in the tight-lipped boy [4.6k]

White Lie - hogwarts AU, and neither did he [3.7k]

Not Another Love Song - thank you open mic night [3.7k]

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Second Best - egging a house with rival Jeno [3.4k]

For Real Love - robot Jeno, “friends can kiss” [3.1k]

Reconcile - when your ex is invited to the party M [2.8k]

Less Than Peace - a midnight drive, oh no the pizza [2.8k]

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Lullaby - sharing a moment in the moonlight [2.6k]

Of Princesses and Amortentia - slytherin n gryffindor [2.4k]

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Maybe it’s the Chlorine - jealous of you and Renjun [2.3k]

Knight in Distress - “what a knight is supposed to do” [2.2k]

Be Careful What You Wish For It May Already Be True [2.1k]

Sea Foam - hoping it was a mistake he misheard, angst [2k]

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Lil sis - Jungwoo’s sister and you’re dating Jaemin [1.5k]

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From This Moment || Part Nineteen NSFW

Jax Teller x Reader

Summary: Neither Y/N or Jax wanted to go back to reality, enjoying the life in the bubble they had created. Life was simple right now but something always got in the way of their happiness.

Warnings: morning sex, p in the v, mentions of anal play

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The boys stayed at the house for another few hours, it got to the point that enough pizza to feed a small army was ordered. But now it was you and Jax, snuggled up in each other's arms on the large corner sofa. The blanket was wrapped around the both of you, neither of you were planning on moving any time soon, meaning the pizza boxes were stacked up on the coffee table waiting to be taken out to the recycling bin.

It still didn’t feel real that this was yours and Jax’s house, you never thought it would be a possibility after it was taken off the market. But once again Jax had managed to surprise you in ways that you didn’t think were possible.

Resting your head against his chest, you let your eyes fall closed as you listened to the sound of his steady heartbeat. Laying in a comfortable silence you slipped your hand up his shirt, softly tracing his abs with your fingertips.

“What would you say if I said I was thinking about going Nomad?” Jax asked, finally breaking the silence, his statement made you prop yourself up on your elbow looking at his expression. You could tell it was something he was struggling with.

“Honestly,” you whispered, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair that had started to grow back. “If that was what you wanted to do, I would support you and be by your side every step of the way.”

“But we have just got the house?”

Your heart lurched at his words, here he was debating on something that would change his whole life but he was more worried about what you thought especially with just getting the house you had fallen head over heels in love with. “Jax, baby,” you hummed, dropping your hand onto his cheek. “Look babe, I absolutely love this house. But it’s only a home because you are here with me. Every house I have had, it was always you that made it feel like my home. As long as I am with you, I will always be home.” You watched as his baby blue eyes filled with tears at your words, smiling lovingly at him you brushed your thumb against his skin. “If you feel that going Nomad is the best thing for you then do it, but I can sense something is holding you back?”

“The club has been my life for so long, it kinda feels wrong abandoning them.” he mumbled, looking down, trying to blink away the tears that had formed. Before he could speak his phone buzzed on the arm of the sofa. Reaching up he grabbed his phone to check who the text was from. A breathy laugh escaped his lips as his eyes read the words. “Clay’s losing his shit back at the clubhouse,” he said, locking his phone, letting it drop onto the thick carpeted floor. “After I beat the shit out of him and Nero said he would only make the deal with me at the head of the table, I think he realised his time was up. He knows a change in leadership vote is coming and that he will lose top spot at the table.”

You let his words sink in, a change in leadership vote was the best thing for the club. Clay had led them so far off the path JT had originally put them on. Pressing a tender kiss on Jax’s forehead a smile formed on your face. “Maybe you don’t have to go Nomad after all then.” you hummed, snuggling back down into his body. “You should initiate the vote. I can see it now, you as President.” Your smile grew wider as you spoke. “You know what Baby, that has a good ring to it and we know it was what JT would have wanted, you leading the club. He would be so proud of you.”

“Why do you always know what to say?” Jax laughed, squeezing you tight.

“You seem to be forgetting who I was raised by Teller.” you giggled.

The music was playing quietly in the background, neither of you were bothered about watching TV tonight, it was all about spending some much needed quality time together trying to forget about what was happening outside of the walls of the house.

“I still can’t believe this is our house.” you hummed, as you slipped your hand back up his shirt, settling on his hip, letting your fingers graze over his tattoo. “I have so many ideas on what we can do with the decor.”

“I knew you would, Darlin’,” Jax chuckled, kissing the top of your head. He didn’t care what you did, he had the same taste as you did. One thing was sure he knew the garage would be kitted out with enough tools to run a business from, and it wouldn’t be long before there was a project parked in the space. “What ideas have you got so far?”

“Well first of all we need to get a room setup for the little one.” you said softly, even though you had your suspicions of the paternity of the baby, you couldn’t bombard Jax with it as you didn’t have proof. So you need to be ready to be wrong. “I was thinking the bigger spare room would be the nursery, but not pink walls, something more neutral so maybe like grey walls, like elephants or giraffes or something. Somewhere in the room there would be a Reaper, maybe not anything big but it has to be in there.”

Jax was taken back at how much thought you had put into the nursery for a child that wasn’t yours. This was one of the many reasons why he loved you. You were always by his side fighting when it wasn’t your war to fight, just like when you kept him breathing when he thought he was going to lose it all.

“But if you don’t like it we can do whatever.” you whispered after realising he had kept silent.

“Babygirl, it sounds perfect to me.” he smiled, tapping your nose gently.

Morning soon rolled around, the sun was shining into the living room from the large bay window. Grumbling to yourself you regretted not closing the curtains before falling asleep. You didn’t know what time both you and Jax passed out but neither of you made it to the bed.

Yawning as you detangle your body from Jax’s, you felt like your bladder was going to explode soon. The feeling of the soft carpet underneath your bare feet made you smile, even if you were half asleep. You were still getting used to the layout of the house so it took you a few minutes of opening doors before you found the downstairs toilet. The moment you caught a glimpse of your reflection you knittered your eyebrows together. You didn’t realise how much damage had been inflicted by Ayden and Clay but it looked like you had been in the ring with a bear and lost.

Gently you placed your fingers under your eye, it was still slightly swollen and tender to touch. Sighing at the sight you ran your hands through your hair as you did your morning business. After you finished you made your way back to Jax, who was still sleeping peacefully. His joggers had slipped down during the night, they were hanging dangerously low and his morning wood was only just keeping in the restraining material.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you let your eyes wander over his body, it was times like this you realised how lucky you were. This time last year you would have never been looking at Jax the way you were now but Vegas changed things for the better.

Stepping over to the sofa, you gently ran your fingers down Jax’s body until you hit the waistband of his joggers. The feeling of your fingers ghosting over his skin caused him to wake. “Morning, baby,” he said, his voice raspy from sleeping. One look in your eyes told him what you wanted. “Well someone woke up in a good mood.” he teased playfully as he pulled you on top of him, so his dick was resting against your clothed core.

“Can you blame me when you look like this?” you giggled against his lips, pausing for a moment as you ground your hips against his. “And plus we need to christen the house, so why not start on the sofa.”

“I like your thinking Darlin’,” he growled as he thrust up into you, his hands reaching to the bottom of his shirt you were wearing, slowly pulling it over your body, his eyes clouding with lust as your breast bounced free. Instantly his hands were all over your body, teasing you with his touch as his thumbs brushed over your hardened nipples. “We have to make this quick.” he breathed as you shimmied out of your underwear. “The boys will be here soon to help us fully move.”

“Well then Mr Teller,” you giggled, lifting your hips up enough for him to lose his sweatpants. “You need to lose some more clothes and then we can have some fun.”

He didn’t need telling twice, it was slightly awkward as there wasn’t much space for him to strip out of the clothing but he managed it and as soon as he was naked you lowered your hips, grinding against his hard cock. The feeling of his head hitting your clit already had you moaning.

Propping himself up against the corner of the sofa, he started kissing down your neck as you slowly started to take him inch by inch. The feeling of his tongue swirling around your swollen nipple was making you forget about the slight sting of his thick cock stretching you out. Soft moans escaped your lips as you sank further down onto him.

His teeth grazing against your nipple sent shockwaves through your body as you finally took all of him. Resting your palms against his bare chest you gave yourself a moment to adjust to him. You knew he would get impatient and end up taking over but you weren’t made about it. Something about him taking control and letting his dominant side come out turned you on so much. And Jax knew it.

Using his chest to support yourself, you started riding him. The moment you started moving your hips he dropped his hand down to your needy clit. His thumb matches the pace of your hips. Your skin felt like it was on fire, Jax knew just how you liked it and kept switching his pace up causing your body to nearly go into meltdown. The coil inside your lower stomach was tightening as you pushed yourself up his dick until he was nearly out of you, before you slammed back down onto him.

The growls that were coming from Jax told you that any moment now he would let his dominant side out to play, knowing that caused your whole body to tingle with anticipation. Watching intently you noticed his eyes darken even more which caused you to bite down on your bottom lip, muffling the moans.

With one smooth movement, Jax had flipped you over so your body was sinking into the soft sofa. It always amazed you how he could do that whilst still keeping his cock buried inside your pussy. There was a look of hunger that burned bright in his eyes, watching as his tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Fuck you feel so good.” he growled, as his hand wrapped around your throat making you moan at the pressure he was putting on your neck. Your back arched into his touch as he thrust hard into you. Your vision was starting to blur as he pounded into you, his other hand finding its way back to your throbbing clit. “Such a good girl, look at you getting all cock drunk.”

Your brain wasn’t working right now, all you could do was moan as Jax smirked at your reaction. He knew you were a submissive from previous conversations over the years but now he got to experience just how submissive you were, it awoke the beast inside of him. You were his and no one else would ever experience your tight pussy again.

Jax stopped fighting back the beast inside of him, releasing his grip on your neck he placed a soft kiss against your lips before flipping you over so you were now on your knees. Licking his lips he took in the glorious view that was in front of him. He couldn’t help himself as he pressed his thumb against your arsehole, he was testing the waters. You had never mentioned anal before so he had no idea if it was something you were into but the moment you started moaning at his motions and pushed back slightly, he made a mental note of it for another time.

Knowing your reaction to anal play made his dick twitch and a growl left his lips. Using one hand he pressed against your lower back, watching as you sunk your face down and stuck your ass further in the air. He knew this position would finish him off but you looked too good on all fours waiting for his cock. Lining his dick up against your entrance he placed a bit more pressure against your asshole before slamming his thick cock into your tight pussy.

Your moans were getting louder as you bounced back onto his dick. You knew you were going to explode any moment now as Jax ruthlessly pounded into you. Your whole body was on fire, Jax knew you were so close to ecstasy and used this to his advantage as he moved his hand from your back to your swollen clit. It didn’t take much before you were screaming his name as your orgasm hit hard. The feeling of your walls tightening around him pushed him over the edge, moving his hands to your hips he thrust hard a few more times, each thrust becoming sloppier than the one before.

“Fuck Darlin’,” he growled, as he thrust for a final time, shooting his load into your tight hole. “This pussy is all mine.”

Falling face first into the sofa, you let your body recover from the orgasm. The only sound that could be heard was your heavy breaths. Your head was spinning as you slowly came down from the feeling of floating. All you wanted to do was lay there face first onto the cloud like sofa but the sound of the doorbell made you groan.

“Talking about perfect timing.” Jax chuckled, tossing you his t-shirt, knowing you wouldn’t want the boys walking in to see you completely naked.

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CT’s back from the dead to analyze tf outta these images

Thank you to @call-me-rucy for making me aware of Level-5’s tweets with your post.

To open, I agree with @mysticpuzzleno001 that this desk very likely does not belong to Professor Layton. I also noticed the mug with the tea bag at first glance, and thought that it wasn’t the Professor’s style considering he’s a tea connoisseur who likes brewing loose tea.

I also thought that he’s not the type of person to keep mint gum lying around. No evidence for this, just that he never struck me as the type of person who likes chewing gum.

What else is in this image? There are a bunch of photos, and the only comprehensible one is of some buildings. I’m not sure what that thing with the recycling logo is, but it’s possible that it’s a pack of paper, a cardboard package, or a pizza box. If it’s a pizza box, that seems like the type of thing Al and Lucy might have in their office.

Lastly, I can’t tell what the shape on the bottom right is, but it’s outlined much thicker than the rest of the drawing. This leads me to believe that it might be part of a character, since manga artists, especially those working in black and white, want to make their simple, cartoonish characters contrast against the realistic and detailed background. Maybe it’s a shoulder with a short cuffed sleeve? The shadow implied that this shape is in front of/over the table, but it’s hard to tell what it is, especially with the angle of the drawing.

People have pointed out that this isn’t the Yard as it appears in any Professor Layton game nor LMJ/LMDA, but we’ve never seen the outside of the building in Mystery Room. I’m not sure how significant this is since they love to inconsistently redesign the Yard for no reason, but if it’s deliberate then it’d rule out Hershel and Kat as possible protagonists of this manga.

Who/what do I think it’s about?

Considering the overall tone of these drawings, I feel like they’re too serious and down-to-earth to be part of Katrielle’s world and more realistic than the Professor’s. Level-5 once said that they’re either done making PL games or PL’s adventures period (correct me which one), so if his years as a protagonist are over, I can’t imagine him getting a new manga.

Kat is predictable as a main character since the last two installments were about her, but her stories are always bright and bubbly, which doesn’t line up with the messy desk covered in papers and the rainy image of London. Katrielle doesn’t look at evidence and do paperwork, she runs outside and talks to everyone she sees on the street instead and gets right to the scene. The weather is also always uncharacteristically good in her world (someone’s clearly never been to London).

This leaves me with two possibilities. It’s extremely likely that this manga will be about LBMR. LMJ and LMDA both teased a LBMR sequel in Katrielle’s correspondence with Lucy in the game and Lucy and Al showing up at the agency in the last episode of the anime. The images of the desk and Yard match their story because, y’know, they work at the yard and their desks are typically covered in papers. They do their detective work in the mystery room rather than the field, and it’s in character for them to have things like bag tea, mint gum, and what is possibly a pizza box covered in yet more paper. We’ve never seen their Yard (seriously, does the Scotland Yard have multiple locations in the Laytonverse?), and this serious, realistic style matches the style of their game.

Second option. The manga isn’t about any of the three Laytons at all. They never said it would be. As an avid, unapologetic pusher of the Flora Main Character agenda, I’d love to see a new face solving the mysteries. I’m assuming this manga will be canon to the rest of the series, in which case I really hope some old characters at least show up. I want to see them again, and it’s quite frankly weird that we haven’t yet.

Overall, I think a “sequel” of sorts to LBMR is the most likely subject to the new manga. I might rb this post with updates when new teaser images come out, though, especially if my theory changes.

#professor layton #layton series #layton #pl #layton brothers mystery room #lbmr #mystery room #layton’s mystery journey #laytons mystery detective agency #lmda #lmj #alfendi layton #lucy baker #hershel layton #katrielle layton #katrielle and the millionaire's conspiracy #level 5

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Title: Glass Shell

Verse: ROTTMNT

Summary: Afterall, aren’t we all in various stages of falling apart?

Characters: Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael

Pairings:

Warnings: PTSD, meltdown, nightmares, past trauma

@hoshisoul and @soldierofsirens thank you both :)

“Buddy, buddy, you’re at a 10 right now, I need you to be at a 3,” Leo pulls his water jug off his bedside and takes a sip. “Maybe a 2. “

“So, every week Donnie gets four large bags of overpriced coffee from that vegan store on the other side of town because the one we used to go to banned you both.”

“We’ve been over this. If they didn’t want us to ride a robot bear through their vegan honey aisle they should have put up a sign—”

“—SO I went to throw it in the recycling bin. And I saw there were already, like, four bags in there. That doesn’t seem healthy.”

Ah, worried big brother Raph is a classic. Leo can’t help but smile and reach out, wrapping his smaller hand around Raphs larger finger, which instinctively wraps around his.

He was trying not to think about how he noticed the coffee pot had gone missing from the kitchen. Which meant either Donnie had broken the three he kept in his lab, or he had all four going off at once to ensure he didn't go a second without coffee. Out of the two options he wasn’t sure what was worse.

“So right now, we just need to give him his space. If something was really wrong my twin senses would have gone off—”

The sound of shattering glass fills the lair, and in a fit of panic, he vaults over Raph’s head. ”Nope, never mind, bad things are happening!” he says as he bursts out of his room. Leo turns so fast his feet slip under him, but he manages to right himself and run towards Don's lab.

“Donnie?” he calls out. Please let it just be an accident. Donnie’s hands were probably just slippery or he saw a spider or Webster changed the spelling of “theater” again. But as he turns around the corner, he sees pieces of a broken beaker on the floor outside his room, and a moment later a large monitor joins it, shattering and scattering across the floor.

“Donnie?” he calls out again. He runs and throws the curtains back.

Oh no.

The first thing he sees is Donnie, his tech shell to him. Before he can feel relief that he’s not hurt, he sees Donnie’s room, which, ever since they moved in, contained carefully stacked boxes all around the room's edge with the only real furniture being a desk. Now the boxes have fallen around the room with electronics and harddrives spilling out over the floor. Donnie has already grabbed a computer tower and has started raising it up over his head.

Despite years of knowing better, Leo lunges forward and wraps his arms around Donnie’s torso, trapping his arms and yanking back hard. The sudden movement causes Donnie to lose his grip on the tower and drop it back to the ground.

”Donnie, stop! You’ll hurt yourself!”

“Let me go!” Donnie shouts, thrashing around. Had it been any other turtle, Leo would have found it impossible to restrain him (Raph was Raph and Mikey was a hellion who once Kool Aid Man'd through a wall to avoid getting a tetanus shot), but he manages to lock Donnie in place by gripping his opposite wrist in a wrestling move Raph taught him.

Raph is by his side a moment later with wide, panicked eyes, looking from the ransacked lab to their brother.

“What happened! What's going on?!”

“I got him, I got him!” says Leo, even though it probably doesn’t look like that. Right now Leo’s highest priority is getting Donnie out of that room, but Raph is already hovering too close. “I said I got him. Make sure nothing is broken in here, OK? Please?” he begs.

Leo doesn’t bother to wait for an answer as he drags Donnie out of the room as best he can with Donnie’s thrashing. Before he can think of where to go, his foot catches a broken piece of monitor and the two hit the ground. Leo’s other arm instinctively covers Don’s head to keep it from hitting the concrete. Before Donnie can take advantage of his fall, he continues clinging to him as tight as he can, whispering through gritted teeth, “It’s OK, it’s OK,” as his eyes burn with tears. He presses his face into the back of Don’s neck. “It’s OK.”

After what feels like an eternity, but in reality is only a few moments, Donnie seems to understand Leo isn’t releasing him anytime soon. Slowly, his thrashing becomes weaker and the fist he had been using to pry Leo’s arm off him falls limp. There’s a small tremble that makes Leo think he’s mustering up strength to go another round before he begins to weep softly.

Leo lets out a sigh of relief. He loosens his grip for a moment to test if Donnie will take advantage and try to pull away. He lacks either the energy or the will to try anything. So Leo reaches up and grabs at the ground and heaves the two of them up into a sitting position, careful not to jostle him too much.

He checks to make sure they’re not caught on any of the wreckage before he reaffirms his other arm around him, holding him just as tight as before, but trying to comfort rather than restrain. He presses their temples together gently as he uses his thumb to stroke the back of his head.

“I gotcha buddy, just breathe,” he says softly. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Raph exit Don’s bedroom with a less-than-promising look on his face. Leo guides Don’s head so he can rest his chin on his scalp and looks at Raph. “How bad is it?”

“The surface was pretty badly cracked, but it might still work? I’m not exactly an expert,” he says, looking at Don.

Leo knows all he wants to do is check on him and find out what happened, but Leo shakes his head with a sympathetic expression on his face. Donnie doesn’t need to be bombarded with questions and he hopes that Raph will understand. Their older brother holds his gaze a moment later and, after a soft sigh, he nods.

“I’m….going to start cleaning up. Let me know if you need me…” he says, looking at them a moment longer and then walking away.

Leo is going to have to find some way to thank him later. He knows how hard it is for Raph to walk away, which is just another reason Leo knows Raph’s real strength has nothing to do with his physical form.

“I’m really proud of him,” he whispers to Donnie.

For the next several minutes, Leo simply holds his brother and rocks him. He does what he can to support him emotionally and physically as he weeps softly. But eventually, he feels Donatello stop trembling. Leo loosens his grip for a moment to test his reaction. But either Don has no reason to get free or he’s too exhausted to do so—he doesn’t know which, and isn’t sure if one would be worse than the other.

“Hey, Raph,” he calls softly. Raph ducks out of Don’s room a moment later. “Did you see if Donnie has his new bed set up yet?” When Raph shakes his head sadly, Leo lets out a small sigh.

“Oh, bud.” He holds Don a inch tighter to him. “I get it, I do,” he whispers, He looks back to Raph. “Can you help us real fast? Let's get him to my room so he can get some sleep.”

Raph’s eyes lit up, grateful to be of some help. He nods and kneels down. He holds his hand up, then hesitates. “It-It’s ok? I don’t want to mess up again—”

“Raph, it's OK. Please.” Leo gives him what he hopes is a reassuring smile, undermined by the fact that his lips can’t stop trembling.

But it has the intended effect. Raph nods. “Ok, let's go.”

Between the two of them they are able to lift Donnie to his feet. Raph has a careful grip on his shoulders that tells Leo he’s considering just picking him up, but Leo catches his eyes and shakes his head. Raph thankfully respects his wishes, but stays close as Leo pulls Don’s arm over his neck. Again, he tests to see if Donnie would rather walk on his own, but the softshell leans against him with his free hand wiping at his eyes. He’s grateful for Raph staying close as he helps Don to his bedroom, even more so when he pulls the covers back.

“Thanks, man,” he whispers over his shoulder as he guides Donnie closer. He’s unsure how to help him get into bed without manhandling him, but Donnie simply flops over on the bed and curls up in a little ball. Leo does a look-over for injury and spots a large bruise forming on his left bicep, but after a quick panic, reminds himself it would be impossible for Donnie to give himself that sort of bruise. But as Raph pulls the covers over him, he notices Don’s hands hanging over the side and that his fingers and gloves are covered in a brown liquid.

“I’m going to take these off for you, OK?” he says. He takes the gloves by the bottoms and peels them off as gently as he can, watching Don’s sleeping face in case he has any protest as Leo reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a container of unscented hand wipes. He looks over his shoulder to Raph as he bundles a bunch of wipes into his hands. “He can’t stand to have things sticking to his hands. It stresses him out,” he explains. Leo’s not sure he’s done a satisfactory job, so he sets the wipes by the bedside.

“In case you need them, bud.”

He considers going and getting one of the duffel bags Mikey has in his room, but decides against it, as Donnie is already asleep. The only consolation is that the tears streaming down his face have finally stopped, and Leo can only assume he’s sleeping well. He bunches his hoodie sleeve into his fist and carefully wipes off Don’s face and stands up hesitating a moment longer to turn the dial on Don’s headphones to noise canceling mode as gently as he can without waking him.

He turns to Raph and gestures nothing we can do now; let him rest.

“Y—yeah, OK.” Raph looks back at Donnie but Leo takes him by the arm and helps him out. Leo looks back to make sure Donnie is actually asleep before he squeezes his arm gently.

“Hey, you did so well, Big Guy. I’m proud of you.”

“Did I? He was so out of it and—and I didn’t do anything. You did more than I did—”

“You didn’t overcrowd him, you didn’t barrage him with a thousand questions. You listened, I—I—” Now that they’re out of his bedroom, he lets his voice crack as he drops Raphs arm. He presses the palms of his hands to his now-burning eyes. “I—I’ve never had to restrain him like that before. I was so scared he was going to hurt himself and I—I—” His voice cracks again and this time Leo feels Raph put a hand on his shell and guide him into a tight protective hug. Despite himself, he gratefully leans against his brother and hugs him back just as tightly. He allows himself a few moments of comfort before he pulls away and wipes at his eyes again.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he says, fluttering his hands, and he takes several deep breaths. He can feel Raph giving him the same look he had given Donnie.

“You look beat, man. Do you want to crash in my room for a bit?”

“No, not right now. Donnie’s stressed ’cause he has too much work to do. He’s had to rebuild our home three times now; the least we can do is pick up his bedroom.”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds like a plan. Should we call Dad? He’d want to know.”

“He would, but he’s at Mikeys’ appointment and I don't want to worry him. We’ll let him know when they get back.” He looks at Raph. Even though the snapping turtle was no longer the leader, he still sought his opinion on certain situations. After a moment of eye contact, Raph nods.

“Alright, sounds good. I’ll grab another dustpan and then we’ll get to work.”

Leo takes a moment and looks back to the room where his brother is currently sleeping off the worst meltdown he has ever seen. The fluttering returns to his hands as he shakes out his hands and takes another deep breath before heading to Donnie’s wrecked room.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

Cleaning had never been Leo’s strong suit; helping, even less so. But with Raph’s guidance, the two are able to clean up the disassembled room that had been assigned to Donnie. Now that things are being cleaned up, he can see the shattered remains of two coffee pots and a broken mug with dried coffee under one of the fallen stacks. Leo doesn’t point it out to Raph. He doesn’t want to brainstorm over what happened here; his anxiety would only think of the worst-case scenario and do no one any good. But he takes note of it as he cleans up. Even with the help, it takes a few hours to get anything back into respectable order. Nowhere near as organized as Donnie had been (there were no sub-subcategories or codes), but hopefully done well enough so that Donnie wouldn’t be stressed out.

“Ugh, I can’t believe Splinter expects us to do this more than once a year,” Leo grumbles as he stands up straight, shaking the dust from their labor off his hands.

Raph looks at him with a big smirk that Leo hadn’t realized he missed. “If you cleaned more than once a year it wouldn’t be hard to clean.”

“UGH. NO. I REFUSE! That’s for ugly people!” he says with an overly dramatic scoff that does the intended job of making Raph laugh. His older brother reaches over and takes his shoulders from behind, digging his thumbs into his shoulders.

“Alright, your highness, let's get out of here before you break into hives.”

“Ow, ow! Spiky fingers, spiky fingers!!!” He squirms to free himself, but Raph guides him out of the room. Leo twists free and sticks his tongue out at him at a safe distance, which does nothing other than make Raph laugh harder. “OK, you brute, for a job well done, I think we deserve ice cream,” he says. Without waiting, he skips back over to the kitchen. He’s already imagining what kind of cottage cheese he’s going to add to his ice cream as he pulls the freezer door open. The cold breeze barely reached his finger tips before he freezes up.

Endless darkness.

His body ached from hours and hours of battle and now rested against a large rock. It was the closest he had come to rest in close to twelve hours. Through bleary eyes, he saw a large form, forged from metal he couldn't even imagine. It caused the very ground beneath him to tremble with each step. Its laughs were as dark as the void around him.

“My wrath shall be reserved for you and you alone.”

Leo jumps back and slams the freezer door shut. He throws himself back as far back as he can until his shell hits the kitchen table, causing it to slide back several inches. He looks at the fridge as though he expected the cold to break free and drag him in with it.

The cold always made it worse.

The cold always consumed him.

The sound of Raph’s footsteps reaches him and he barely has time to stand back up and calm his exterior before he enters.

“What’s up? What kind of ice cream are we eating?”

“Um, ACTUALLY, how about we eat some real food? I forgot I have a cavity so I have to chillax on the ice cream,” he says, hoping Raph doesn’t remember he considers cavities to be achievements, but after giving him a quizzical expression, Raph looks back out into the Lair. Confused, Leo goes to join him, but realizes what, or who, Raph is looking for.

“Looks like Splinter and Mikey decided to go shopping after their appointment.” Leo leans in the doorway by him.

“If they went to Sparkling Sterling Sporks, then we might not see them again for a week,” Raph says with a smirk, but Leo watches Raph’s gaze go back to his subway car. For a moment he’s scared that Raph will just go over, but his older brother takes a deep breath. “OK, Lee, I’ll follow your lead on this. What should we do next?”

Leo isn’t sure how many more times he can tell Raph he’s proud of him before it loses meaning. Instead, he gives him a supportive squeeze on the arm.

“I’ll check on him if he’s still asleep. I don't want to wake him. Mikey made a giant pot of french onion soup; can you heat some up? It's one of Don's favorites and maybe it’ll help him feel better.”

“No coffee?”

“God no, but if you could rush order some coffee beans and a new coffee maker for tomorrow, that’d be great. If he finds out he’s all out he’s going to murder us all without mercy.”

Raph breaks out into another smile but it falls into a moment of Oh shit, he’s right as he turns and books it back to the kitchen with his phone up, typing furiously. Leo can’t help the chuckle that escapes him. Laughing again feels really good; it feels like he hasn't laughed since the Invasion, unless it was for show. He makes his way back towards the subway car. After a moment to steel himself, he presses his palm to his bedroom door. He had only intended to peek, but after a glimpse his eyes widen and he throws the door open.

The bed is empty.

“Donnie?!” he calls, looking around. There isn’t really a space to hide in his room but he has to make sure Donnie isn’t sitting in a corner out of sight. “Dee? Alone time is fine but knowing you’re OK is even cooler??” He hurries out into the main living space and does a quick 360 to make sure Donnie isn’t hanging out in the arcade or wandering around with a broken coffee pot for his first victim.

There is none.

There is nothing.

Leo turns to run to the kitchen before skidding to a stop and he flutters his hands angrily by his head. “Calm down, calm down, it’s OK, it’s OK. Panicking isn’t going to help anyone. Donnie is capable and fine,” he reminds himself. He blows out air between his lips and, with one final angry flap, stills his hands. He manages to calm his exterior and goes to the kitchen, hoping Donnie wandered in in the ten seconds he was gone. He feels his heart drop when he only sees Raph at the stove, who gives him a confused look.

“Leo? Donnie ok?”

“Um, yeah, yeah.” His hands tremble again as he does one more look around the room. “I mean, yeah, I think he is. He’s not here. And—and he’s not in the Lair.”

“Wh—what do you mean?” A surge of panic fills Raph's eyes that Leo has been expecting since they first heard the glass break. “He’s not here? Did he run away—”

“No, no, I don't think that.” Leo has to bring his hands up again and stims a little. He has to calm down, separate the panic from the truth. “No. Donnie doesn’t run away, he sulks and pouts. He only runs away dramatically after we’ve binge-watched the first twenty-three seasons of Lou Jitsu in Lou Jitsu and his Shakes-Pearean Wedding to MilkShakespeare.” Deep breath, deep breath. “We were cleaning for a while,”—he has to be logical—“He might have just needed some air and walked out without telling us.” Leo pulls out his phone and, not for the first time, he prays that Donnie secretly installed his turtle tracker on his phone. But as he struggles to pull up any apps through burning eyes, all he can see is Donnie's wrecked bedroom, one that was done after a terrible night at the Yokai Mart which felt like a lifetime ago and now, in a Lair that didn't feel like home, the feeling of Donnie thrashing against him before breaking down and weeping in his arms.

He pauses.

He realizes.

Leo takes a deep breath and puts his phone (one more wrong password from being locked out) back in his belt. He closes his eyes and makes eye contact with Raph, who's looking at him like he’s lost his mind.

“I think I know where he’s at,” he starts carefully, with less confidence than he’s trying to exude. “I—I’m going to go check real fast, but it might take me a bit to get there.”

“You—” Raph pauses, “You don't want me to come with you, do you?”

“No, bud—” it's hard for Leo to watch Raph’s eyes fall to the ground, filled with frustrated tears. “Hey, hey.” Leo steps forward and, in the same way he did with Donnie, puts a hand on the back of Raph’s head and puts their temples together. “You’re a turtle of action. You do an amazing job keeping us safe. And I know it doesn’t seem like it now. But this? This is helping a ton. I wouldn’t have been able to help Donnie like I did without you. But I need you to stay here in case Donnie comes back.”

After a breath, Raph looks at him again and, though a tear runs down his face. He gives a shaky smile and a nod that Leo makes sure to return.

“That’s my man. Keep the soup warm, and if Dad gets back before us, just tell him the truth, but don't say anything before they get back. He and Mikey are having fun and if anyone deserves that, it's them.” He releases Raph. He hurries to Mikey’s room long enough to grab a duffel bag with a piece of purple duct tape wrapped around the handle (alongside a few others with different color markings), returns to the kitchen, and stuffs a few more items from around the kitchen into his bag. Leo makes sure to give Raph one more encouraging smile. As he walks out of the lair, he looks over his shoulder to make sure he’s far enough away before he secures the duffel bag to his shell and breaks into a dead run.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

It's not until Leo’s almost to the lair that the terrain gets treacherous. Splinter and Draxum never talked about how the Battle with Shredder went down, but it wrecked everything underground for almost a two-mile radius. And in the times they returned to their former home to collect any resources that had survived, Mikey would always cling to someone's arm with a death grip until they left again. The youngest of them had been the only one brave enough to manifest how it had felt to come back to their ruined home.

Because of the momentum from running, Leo’s able to easily vault over several broken slabs of concrete, jump over wide gaps in the ground that revealed sewer tunnels underneath, and walk through the makeshift tunnel they had dug out to make treks to their old home easier. It takes him a minute to shimmy though until he finds himself doubling over, gasping for air in the wrecked remains of their childhood home.

Like every time he's visited, he freezes for a moment with his breath caught in his chest. He reaches a trembling hand up and feels his mask tails. He can still remember the jerk from when Shredder nearly cut his head off. The panic as he watched their home cave in around them, feeling powerless. Helpless.

He remembers how close they came to becoming memories.

He remembers how close they came to becoming memories since then.

He shakes out his trembling hands and moves through the lair. At this point in time, because of the open water pipes and gathering moisture, algae and grass have begun to replace their presence here (which, in a way, was a blessing if anyone ever came down to fix the pipes). But the only remaining color comes from the still hanging torn purple curtain that Donnie had refused to take with him. He hovers at the entrance for a moment; he knows better than anyone how overbearing he can be and he will never quite forgive himself for how he reacted during the Yokai Mart incident. But he knows better now, he hopes. He raises his hand and knocks gently on the frame of the opening.

“Dee? It's me. Is it OK if I come in and hang out for a bit?” he asks, fully knowing there’s a good chance Donnie isn’t there and, even if he is, he isn’t sure what to expect as a response. But Leo watches the curtain twitch for a moment, as though someone is trying to pull it open without having the energy to do so. Leo grips the straps of his duffel bag tighter before ducking in.

Most of Don’s room had caved in during the attack, leaving the only viable sitting spot directly by the entrance where Leo sees him, curled up with his face in his knees. If he hadn’t seen Donnie try to pull the curtain open he would’ve thought he had simply fallen asleep again. He does a quick look-over to check for injury, but other than the large bruise on his bicep that has now fully formed against his sea-green skin, he's grateful to find nothing new. He looks around for a place to sit before deciding to sit by his side, giving him enough space that he hopes will help him feel comfortable. Now that he knows where Donnie is, he could relax and let out a deep breath, sinking down to give his now aching body a break.

For a moment he's satisfied with just sitting there, catching his breath. But out of the corner of his eye he watches Donnie for any sudden movements or signs that he wants Leo to leave. But he waits a bit before he speaks, until he knows it won't be hindered by his gasping breath.

“How did you know I’d be here?” Donnie’s voice is so quiet, he isn’t sure he hears him at first.

“I could say I’m a great detective. But I know you’d want to be somewhere no one would look for you…” He looks around the room, catching sight of a pile of rubble that had been moved recently, as though someone had moved things around to lay down. “How often do you come here now?” He sees Donnie flinch out of the corner of his eye and he knows he’s hit on a truth.

“A little? At first, just after the Invasion ’cause I needed to be somewhere to breathe, then a few days a week, then every night when everyone went to bed. I needed to be somewhere I could scream and shout without anyone coming running. I just.” He blinks hard. “I just wanted to go home.”

Leo has to look away to keep his eyes from welling up again, trying not to think about how many nights Donnie spent in this wreckage, not just for his mental health. But looking around, he’s reminded how unstable the wreckage is. If Donnie had hit his head, or fallen, how long would it have been before anyone had noticed? Or would they have just woken up one day and thought Donnie had run away? A thousand new nightmares vie for his attention, but he manages to take a deep breath and blink back tears of panic by reaching for the duffel bag.

“I brought it along in case it might help.”

“Unless there's a new coffee maker and ten-gallon thermos, I doubt it.”

“No, but there is water.” Leo can't help but smirk. “Before you murder me and feed me to your robotic worms, I know you haven't had any liquid that hasn’t been boiled to death by a coffee maker in a few days. I’ll make you some coffee tomorrow, but for right now, if you could stomach a bottle of water, I'd really appreciate it.”

Tired bloodshot eyes peer at him from over Donnie’s arms and he flinches in a way that Leo can tell means he’s trying to glare but doesn’t have the energy for it. He starts to unfurl himself. Leo checks again for any bruising he might have missed and is grateful not to see anything new. Without saying anything else, Leo holds out the bottle of water to him. Donnie, while still failing to glare at him properly, breaks the seal and takes a small sip at first, but it must trigger something in him, since he downs it in a matter of seconds. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand,

“Thanks,” Donnie says weakly, handing the empty bottle back.

“No problem, bud. Do you need anything else? I have modified Tylenol, Germ-X, hand wipes—”

“I think I'm OK for now. Well, as OK as I can be.” Donnie turns to face forward again, this time resting his head on his arms instead of hiding his face, which Leo takes as a good sign. “How bad was it?” he asks.

“Um.” Leo pauses, unsure of how to answer in a way that wouldn't hurt him. “Made one hell of a mess, but we picked up the pieces. You scared the shell off Raph.”

“Crap, Raph was there.” Donnie presses his face into his hands. “I must have stressed him out so bad.”

“A little, but he stayed calm, gave you your space, and didn’t ask a lot of questions. You would have been really proud of him.”

“Really?” Donnie looks to him again and Leo can see the tension leave his shoulders. He almost smiles before it fades again. “Can, can you tell me what happened?”

Leo blinks, “You don't remember?”

“Not really. I remember being in my room, I had a huge headache trying to organize those stupid boxes, I had a cup of coffee in my hands. I tried to take down a box from one of the taller stacks but I lost my balance and—and it fell and knocked me over. Hit me in the head, covering me in coffee. I just, I guess I lost it.” Donnie presses his face back into his knees. “I’ve never had a meltdown so bad I couldn’t remember it afterwards. I—I think,”—his voice cracks—“I think I'm falling apart.”

Leo instinctively reaches his arm up to pull him into his side and has to stop himself, reminding himself that Donnie doesn't like physical contact, but Donnie tilts and curls up into his side with all his weight, almost sending Leo falling on his side. And, after just a moment of shock, he wraps his arms around him and holds him tightly. It's in these moments Leo knows his failings, lacking the right words to say to make the pain go away. But as he rests his chin on Don's scalp and looks around the room, a soft chuckle escapes him.

“Hey,” he says softly to catch Don’s attention. “R—remember when we were little? And this used to be the quiet room? I was so jealous ’cause even though Dad said it was for everyone, it was obviously made with you in mind and I didn’t understand why we needed it. And I haaaaated the idea of being quiet.”

“You also said you hated me.”

For a moment he’s not sure he heard him right and looks down to him. “I—are you sure? I said that?”

“Yeah, but you were just a kid. I think I had been going through your comics and it set you off. If it helps, if it had been the other way around and I caught you going through my stuff, I would have said worse. Or rather, written an extremely hurtful grammatically solid letter and had someone else read it to you. I wasn’t exactly communicating verbally at the time.”

“Right,” Leo says, not that it made him feel any better. But Donnie must have sensed that, since he shifts around without pulling free to dig around in his belt.

“You felt so bad afterwards you made me these.” In his hand rest two small faded green figurines with worn edges, one with torn purple fabric and the other with blue. Leo smiles softly.

“I remember that part.” With his free hand he nudges the purple one enough to make the arm swing, having lost the grip in its socket a long time ago. “Didn’t you make one for Mikey and Raph?”

“I did, but they were lost when...”—Donnie gestures to the lair—“I started carrying these with me when I felt anxious. It helped me calm down; at least, it used to. Then we lost our home again ’cause some chewed up gum looking aliens from a direct to video The Blob lookalike decided to invade our world.” Donnie jerks his hands in a moment of frustration, an angry tear peeking at the corner of his eyes. “I can’t keep doing this, Leo, I can't keep watching our homes, our lives, get upturned over and over again and be expected to go on with life. I’m not strong enough—”

“Hey.'' For the first time Leo leans away and takes Donnie by both of his shoulders. He doesn’t force eye contact, but this is as close as he gets to trying to get Donnie's full attention. “Struggling doesn’t make you or anyone weak. You think there’s medals out there for who can suffer the most, outside of reality TV? No! Dad always says that strength comes from helping and supporting each other. Are there people out there who see us cracking and think they see—see gold?! Maybe, but they don’t know us. They don’t see our family or the people who help hold us together.” Leo stops talking for a moment, and he takes a deep breath, far braver than he was before.

“I—I haven’t.” The trembling now has taken his voice, and it's noticeable enough for Donnie to look up at him. “I—I’m scared to sleep at night. I’m scared to the point where I’d rather stay up on nothing but pure spite and funny videos, because whenever I close my eyes, I see him. I see him, I feel his fists cracking.” Leo releases Don’s shoulders and holds his chest. He can still feel the outline of healing cracks that had once been barely held together with whatever yokai medicine Draxum made. “I feel the cold, Donnie. It was so cold there. And now, and now whenever I get caught in a cold breeze or open the freezer I just… choke,” he says, his voice breaking with a small sob.

Without hesitation, the arms of his most touch averse brother wrap around him. All the strength he had been trying to hold up for Donnie fails as he presses his face into Don’s shoulders. No tears but the trembling of terror as he clings to his brother.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Donnie asks. “We’re your family. We would have supported you—”

“Because I saw Mikey and Raph going to therapy, I saw Casey adjusting to being a normal kid, and I saw you working hard. I thought, I hoped, I was the only one struggling, and if I ignored it, it would go away. It did when Mikey couldn’t sleep alone in his room and slept in mine for a few weeks. But it came back, and I know now that it's not going away on its own.” Another pause.

“We talked about this a while back; we made a deal that if one of us considered going to therapy, so would the other. I want to change that.”

Donnie shakes his head tiredly. “Leo—”

“I know you don’t want to go, and I’m not going to force you. But if you start going, so will I. And I’ll go with you to every one of your appointments, and you can go to all of mine if you want. Just so you know there’s someone waiting outside that room ready to support you. It doesn’t even have to be me! It can be Raph, or Dad or anyone you want. I’ll hire Jupiter Jim to go with you if that helps! And—and if you still feel like you need to come here to scream and vent, please tell me. I won't stop you. I'll come and we can scream together,” he says, hugging Donnie an inch tighter to him.

He’s not sure what to expect for a response. Then, Donnie lets out a weak, tearful “What if they tell me I was born wrong? What if they tell me I’m so damaged that they can’t do anything about it?”

“Well, first of all you have three—” Leo pauses. “Four brothers, three sisters and a former action star dad who will wipe the floor with any ableist piece of trash who says that. And if it's not the perfect fit, we’ll find someone who is. It doesn't even have to be forever; we can just go until we eat all the free candy they keep in the lobby.”

“There’s free candy?” Donnie says with a weak laugh.

“There’s always free candy. I actually got banned from going with Mikey to his appointments because of that. Then Splinter started going and he almost got banned ’cause he started fighting some eighty-year-old lady for the last red jolly rancher, and they had to call animal control an—” He stops when he hears a weak chuckle come from Donnie. And for the first time, Leo’s face lights up. “Hey, don't laugh! It was a fiasco! They had to call the fire department! Draxum had to come bail him out of jail. Jail, Donald!” he says with loud emphasis, gesturing dramatically with his free hand while the other’s still holding Donnie around the shoulders. “And worse! WORSE THAN THAT!!” he says even louder, to be heard over Donnie’s laughter he can’t smother with his hands. “He had the audacity, the AUDACITY, to wait till it was midnight to come to bail Splinter in his bathrobe, slippers and Starbucks. STARBUCKS, DONNIE!!! Like is there a bigger slap to the face than arriving late with Starbucks, Donatello!? I think not—”

“Stop stop—” Donnie wipes his streaming eyes with his hands. “Stop, I hate it when you make me laugh—”

“Only because it's one of the few times you admit I’m hilarious.” Leo grins before he finally lets himself laugh. He laughs harder than he has in a long time, leaving tears of laughter streaming down his face. And, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, it’s nice to laugh in a place that had once held all their best memories.

Finally, what feels like too soon, their laughter fades into chuckles then ends altogether. And for a moment the pain and trauma feels far away.

“I’ll go,” Don finally says. “If you go.”

Leo smiles and reaches out, taking his brother’s hand into his. “Thank you for being the brave twin,” he says.

“Please,'' Donnie says with an eye roll, but he can’t stop smiling. He looks around Leo to the duffel bag. “So why do you have a duffel bag full of things I like?”

“It was something Mikey’s therapist thought of. It's called a Mental Health First Aid Kit. In case of, well.” He gestures. “Things like this. I helped him put one together for all of us. There’s even one for Splinter, April, Draxum, Casey and… Casey.” Leo blinks. “Yeah, that's going to be confusing. I even brought your weighted blanket if you needed it.”

“No, I don't want to fall asleep out here. I’ve done that too many times.” Donnie sighs as he closes his eyes, leaning again on his brother. As Leo resumes putting his arm around him, his phone lets out a chirp and he pulls it out. He lets out a sigh as he turns the screen so Donnie can see it.

“Dad’s home and wanted to check in with us. He says there’s no pressure but Raph can come pick us up with the Turtle Tank. He also said April can pick us up but giving, um, Future Casey’s driving and…” he let it drift off with an almost nauseous look on his face

“Yeah no, I’m not getting in the same car as him again. Never before had I been so grateful for a cop to try and pull us over.” Donnie lets out a shiver and Leo has to remember to ask for that story later (the only thing he knew was that Donnie and Future Casey had to push the car home in twelve different pieces that had somehow become infused in jello).

“Cool, and if you're ready, I can help you set up your new bed and you can sleep in your room tonight.”

“I,” Don pauses. “I’m not ready for that yet, but you can if you want. Maybe I can crash in your room for a bit till I am ready. And maybe it'll help you get a good night’s sleep as well.”

Leo’s mouth trembles for a moment as he smiles softly. “My hero.” he says.

It would be great to get rid of those heated blankets. Don scoots back and leans again into Leo’s side, pausing for a moment before digging into the duffel bag on Leo’s other side and fishing out the weighted blanket (he must have changed his mind). He gives Leo’s shoulder a small tug, an indication for him to lean forward to wrap one corner around his shoulders before wrapping himself in the other and sinking into his side again. Within moments, Donnie is back asleep and Leo leaves, enjoying the soothing weight of the blanket on his shoulders and his brother by his side. For the last time that day, he blinks back the fear that has been threatening to consume and breathes out with the realization that everything will be OK before drifting off as well.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

It's not till he hears the sound of footsteps that Leo realizes he’s fallen asleep. Jerking into a more upright position, he instinctively tightens his grip on Don, who is still waking up, and reaches for one of his katanas. But after a moment he recognizes the footsteps.

“Leo? Donnie?” calls out Raph,

“Over here!” he calls. Leo starts rubbing Don's arm with his opposite hand. “Wake up, bud, our ride’s here.”

“So that's why I smell Raph’s ‘driving after five PM’ stink?” Donnie asks groggily, wiping at his eyes and making Leo chuckle softly. The curtain flaps a moment later as Raph steps through. Leo has a split second to notice the anxiety in Raph's eyes fade as they fell on the two and he moved over, crouching down in front of them. He brings his hands up for a moment as though ready to pull them both into a hug right then and there but he takes a deep breath.

“Are you two alright?” Raph asks, eyes once again looking over them for signs of injury or distress.

“We’re as good as it gets. Near perfection but a different shade of green,” Donnie says with a half tired shrug.

“Th—that's great! That's good. Great—” with each positive affirmation Leo can see Raph mentally willing back the energy till it’s barely contained with his relieved eyes. But before Leo can say anything, Donnie reaches up and takes Raph’s bicep. Though he’s not nearly strong enough to move Raph, he gives a slight tug which gives Raph the direction, albeit confused look on his face, to scoot closer. Close enough to lean forward and give him a small one armed hug around the neck as he rests his forehead on Raph’s shoulder.

“I know Leo already told you, and you know I hate saying he was right, but you did a really good job today. I know it's hard for you to let someone else take charge when it comes to us. You’re an amazing older brother, and I’m just as lucky to have you in my life as I am to have Dad, Mikey and Leo. Never forget that.”

Raph looks over to Leo for a moment as though for verification. Leo gives him a small nod, which is all that is needed for Raph’s eyes to swell up with big Raph tears as he trembles. His arms go up to hug Donnie, trembling in a way that told Leo he was hugging with only a fraction of the strength he wanted to.

“I’m always here for you, Don.” Leo lets out a soft smile as he reaches forward and gives Raph a gentle rub on the shoulder as the two hold each other for a few moments. But as Donnie goes to pull away, Raph respects his wishes and does so as well, using his wrist to wipe at his eyes. But Donnie keeps a grip on his wrist for a moment, drawing Raph’s attention back to him.

“I—It won't be tonight, but I think there’s a lot we have to talk about, with Dad.” Donnie looks over to Leo. After a moment of hesitation, the red slider nods as well, giving him permission. “Leo does too.”

Leo gives a weak smirk. “Yeah, turns out memes aren’t a great coping mechanism.”

“No.” Raph wipes the last of his tears on his arm. “No, but we are good at being there for eachother as a family. And if you’re up for it, I can get you two home.”

“Sounds like a plan. Meet you at the tank,” Leo says. Raph gives them both one last look-over before ducking out of the room. Leo starts to pack up the duffel bag as Don rubs at his eyes. But as he goes to stand, his leg trembles before he falls back down. Donnie reaches over and catches him by the shell, but not fast enough to spare his elbow from the hard pavement.

“Ow jeez—”

“Are you alright?” Donnie asks, giving him the same overprotective look-over that Raph had given them.

“Um, yeah, I think so. I sorta ran all the way here and I think my perfect body is punishing me for it,” he says with a nervous laugh. Donnie’s eyes widen for a moment and Leo regrets saying anything till Donnie closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and smiles.

“I’ll help you, dum dum,” he says, standing up and holding his hand out.

Leo smiles and takes it. The two of them are able to pull each other eac hother up to their feet, but as Leo’s legs tremble again, Donnie ducks underneath his arm.

“It’s OK, I got you,'' Donnie says. Leo wants to protest, but he can already feel his sore leg’s relief. So instead of pulling free, he puts Donnie’s arm over his neck as well and the two make their way out of the ruined remains of their former home.

They were not made of gold.

They were made of love.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donnie #leo #undercoverwizardninjaturtle #raph #tmnt #trauma #dont even think about it shippers #Raph is in this?! how can it be!#shut up dennis!

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