#and Yoshi just walks away and stares at me

[fruitless-vain]

I think all dogs should be taught to blatantly ignore (offer handler focus) whenever the public tries to interact with the dog without asking the handler first

Imagine how beautiful the world would be if every time a person tried to touch a dog without asking the dog walked tf away. Their ignorant behaviour would never get reinforced and eventually, they’d be forced to ask instead (or stop trying altogether)

[yosh-iro]

whenever i hear one of my cats making this sad warbly sound i feel sad and want to check on him but ik hes just around the corner and wants me to look at him/he forgot im here

[fangirlingpuggle]

So been thinking about Bowuigi and Dad Luigi.

Luigi where other villains try to threaten him and then they’re being stared down by all the Koopa kids ready to murder and then try to walk away and walk straight into Bowser.

Him teaching the kids go karting or introducing them to Yoshi/ the Yoshi’s (Just the Koppa kids riding throughout the castle on Yoshi’s as Kamek tells them to stop eating the guards!’) him teaching the kids how to use the power ups.

Next time Mario runs into the kids during one of Bowsers scheme he’s pretty shocked. Turns out star power ups terrifying when you are not the one using them.

Bowser still kidnapping Peach but instead of elaborate wedding plans they’re just having tea and she’s helping him plan the next date with Luigi.

Peach: You know you could always just invite me over.

Bowser:…

Bowser: But where’s the fun in that?

Also just...  a Luigi’s mansion plot where Luigi goes on holiday with the kids (Bowser’s late arriving last take over scheme ran long) King Boo manages to capture Luigi and is like ‘FINALLY I WIN I...WHY ARE THERE 8 FERAL CHILDREN HERE?

Professor E Gadd barely gets to explain anything the kids just scoop up the vac and all the equipment and run headfirst into the ghost hunt. He’s just running after them to give them the other attachments/power ups’s and PLEASE DON’T BREAK MY EQUIPMENT!

Just the Koopalings being the ones doing the ghost busting to rescue their Dad/Dad’s.

They claim it’s the best vacation ever.

[yxngbxkkie]

just wanna say you’re my favourite writer on here and your writing always gives me butterflies 🥹

For Felix, can you write something where he’s teasing you about something so you both end up play-fighting in his room. You end up overpowering him and he becomes super shy but he finds it extremely hot and he literally becomes a whiny putty mess underneath you 😩

who's on top now (l.y.f)

thanks so much for requesting!! i hope that it's to your liking 🤭🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You knock on Felix's apartment door, grinning ear to ear while adjusting the strap of your bag. “Coming!” His voice comes through the door.

He opens the door, smiling brightly at you. “Hi, sunshine,” you greet him, giggling while stepping up to him.

“Hi, my pretty,” Felix lands a quick kiss on your lips before inviting you inside. You slip your shoes off, setting them beside his. Minho and Seungmin are sitting on the couch, watching a k-drama together.

“Night off?” You ask the two of them while following Felix, his hand intertwined with yours.

“Yeah,” Seungmin answers, looking back at you. His gaze shifts between you and Felix, a light smirk coming to his lips. “Try to keep it down, yeah?”

Your cheeks flush as his accusation, slapping his shoulders before heading further into the hallway. “We'll do our best,” you laugh loudly, wrapping your free arm around your boyfriend's waist.

Giggles leave his lips and he rests his hand on top of yours. You two waddle into his room before he lets go of you, closing his bedroom door.

You plop yourself onto his bed, getting comfortable while taking your bag off of your shoulders. Felix moves to stand in front of you, his fingers combing through your hair.

“I missed you,” he almost whispers, trailing his hand down your jaw to lift your chin up.Your heart flutters in your chest when your eyes meet his. He leans forward to capture your lips in another kiss, and you slowly bring a hand to his neck.

“I missed you too, sunshine,” you sigh against his lips, stroking your thumb just below his ear.

Felix kisses your forehead before walking towards his gaming setup. “Are you ready to get your ass beat?” He asks you with a laugh, wiggling his brows after grabbing his switch.

You playfully glare at the blonde, feeling the bed dip beside you as Felix sits down. “I think you've got it backwards, baby,” you pinch his cheek, making him groan.

“Shut up!” He whines, pushing your hand away from him.

The two of you giggle with one another as you both pull up the game Mario Party. “I call dibs on being Yoshi,” you tell him, nudging his thigh with yours.

“What!? No! I'm always Yoshi,” Felix tells you, glancing at your screen. “You can be Rosalina. Both of you are princesses.”

You bite your lip at his compliment, staring at his side profile as he starts a game. “You're so lucky I love you,” you mutter, deciding to be Rosalina instead.

He invites you to the game before leaning his head against your shoulder. You both pick your characters and Felix continues setting up the match.

“Which map do you want to do?” He asks, as you run your fingers through his hair.

You hum for a moment, thinking which one will most likely trip him up. “How about horror land,” you mention, watching his screen.

“Of course you'd pick that one,” Felix grumbles, causing you to giggle.

“Love you,~” you sing into his ear, leaning your forehead against the side of his head.

Felix hums. “Yeah, yeah, I love you,” he laughs, starting the game.

~

“Oh! Look at that!” Felix practically screams, flying off of the bed. He excitedly squeals while holding up his switch. “What'd you say about me losing? Hm? What was that?”

You shake your head, not believing that you lost the game by three coins. “Oh, please!” You scoff, rolling your eyes at his boasting. “I let you win.”

Felix laughs and comes closer to you, setting his switch down first. “You didn't let me win,” he says, resting his hands on either side of your legs. “You would never let me win.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest. “So what? How many times have I kicked your ass?!”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes before moving his hands to tickle you. You groan, your body shifting away from him. “You're such a brat,” he mutters, continuing to try and tickle you.

You continuously push his hands away, a couple of breathy laughs escaping your parted lips. “Stop!” You almost yell, scooting farther back on the bed.

Felix climbs onto the mattress, not allowing you to get away so easily. “Not until you say that I beat you fair and square!” He grins, his fingertips brushing your exposed skin.

“Oh, hell no!” You laugh, tilting your head back. You manage to grab his wrist, stopping his tickle attack.

Your eyes meet for a split second before you flip him over and straddling his waist. Felix's eyes widen as your hands press his into the blankets. His breath hitches in his throat as the two of you stare at each other in silence.

“I don't like being tickled,” you pout, lacing your fingers with his.

The adam's apple in his throat bobs and he nods his head. “Okay,” he whispers, feeling his body writhe beneath you.

“You okay?” You whisper, noticing the slight change in his expressions. “I'm not hurting you, am I?”

Felix shakes his head with no hesitation, squeezing your conjoined hands. “No, no, you're not,” he reassures you with a soft smile.

You adjust your seating position, lowering yourself so you're sitting on his groin. A breathy moan leaves his lips, watching his eyes flutter shut.

You lick your lips before gently biting them. “I see what's happening now,” you giggle, smirking.

Felix whines when you ground your hips on him, feeling his dick begin to harden. “Fuck, pretty,” he moans, his cheeks blushing.

“You sound so pretty when you moan, sunshine,” you tell him, releasing one of his hands to stroke his freckled cheek. “My sunshine likes being underneath me, hm?”

He nods his head, not trusting his voice as his free hand makes its way to your hip. “I love you, pretty,” Felix breathes, helping you grind on him.

Your eyes flutter shut, feeling the tips of his fingers slip beneath your shorts. “I love you, sunshine,” you moan, lowering yourself to kiss his plump lips.

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[vikzaym]

tired | kanemoto yoshinori

pairing: yoshi x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.6k

warnings: grammatical errors, crying, hugging, kissing, comforting, a little angst (?)

a/n: my first ever fic wohoo!! i wanted to start off by writing something for my ultimate bias yoshi sooooo.. well yeah please do request something on my profile if you like my writing!! i really appreciate all tips and support!

you were laying on your bed trying to stay awake. you had promised your boyfriend, yoshi to wait until he gets home to eat dinner together. you had woken up early to shower, clean the house, wash the dishes, change the sheets.

you got up from the bed walking over to your sofa and turning on the tv to watch your favourite series. episode 11, it's almost over. the main characters are still not together.

you kept closing your eyes almost falling asleep many times. you waited, and waited. the episode was over. no sign of yoshi. you started the last episode. 10 minutes in and you were crying. they had gotten together but the lead male killed the lead female. you couldn't watch it. you turned it off and opened youtube in hopes of finding some funny videos to laugh at. you did. but yoshi came home before you could start it.

"baby, i'm home" he called for you kicking his shoes off. "baby?" he called when you didn't run to hug him, or kiss him, or welcome him home. no you were laying on the sofa, all broken because of the drama, and because you were way too tired.

he walked to the living room. he was you and immediatly his eyes softened. "what's wrong?" he asked. "you're late" you answered. "i know baby, i'm so sorry" he said softly as he kneeled down in front of you caressing your shoulder while looking into your eyes. "you're never on time" you said feeling the urge to just start screaming at him and cry how worried he always makes you.

"baby.." he called looking down. "you know i don't do it bacause i want, i have no other choice" he was now caressing your head. his hand was comforting. he was comforting. you began crying. "sorry baby" you knew he felt bad. he hugged you. he kept mumbling sorry against your head silently. he let go of you when you tried to get up.

you sat up and stood on your legs. he got up too. you went to the kitchen. he followed you. you opened the fridge and pulled out three containers of food. you had made it for you two. you set them on the table and opened them. you grabbed the two plates you had earlier set down on the table. the fancy ones. you took one of them and took food on it. you warmed it up in the microwave. after it was heated you grabbed a fork and a knife and left him standing alone. you were mad. you for the first time actually were.

you were sitting on your shared bed staring at the screen of your laptop in front of you. you head the ding sound your microwave made. he had heated his food. you didn't hear the screeching your chairs would usually make so you assumed he was coming into the bedroom to be with you. you were right. he sat down next to you. you thought he would start eating but he set it aside on the bedside table.

"baby, can you look at me?" he asked softly. you did. you were looking at his eyes, he was on the verge of crying. you could tell. "i love you so damn much i could never leave you without any message for hours if it wasn't for my manager... he took our phones away and talked to us about some things" he explained.

"i know" you answered. you knew, you just wanted him to say it by himself. he kissed you. softly. just like he always did. he made you feel more loved than ever. something only he knew how to do.

[sadboi-writer]

Dear Jack (Series)

Pairing: Jack Brewer x Reader

Summary: Y/N has been overshadowed by Jack. Milton tries to make her feel better. In turn, she tries to support him through his attempt to help Nakamura.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: A few curse words, I think.

Masterlist ~ Chapter One ~ Chapter Three

Chapter Two: Fat Chance

Jerry, Kim, Eddie, and Y/N were standing around Kim’s locker when Milton came running up. He was buzzing with excitement and was waving around a small trophy. 

“Guys, guess what?” Milton tittered

“What’s up, Mil?” Y/N asked, readjusting her backpack straps

“Guess who just won the district wide spelling bee? I’ll give you a hint! M. E.”

“Meh?” Jerry asked

Y/N smacked the back of Jerry’s head.

“It’s me, ya toad.” Milton snapped

“That’s great, Milton!” Y/N praised

“What is that?” Eddie asked, pointing to Milton’s trophy

“It’s the trophy I won, it’s the bronze bee.”

Eddie, Jerry, and Kim looked unimpressed.

“I have fillings bigger than that thing.” Kim replied

“Come on! Who’s the man?” Milton cheered, “Who’s the man?”

Y/N was about to respond when there was a loud cheer.

“Jack is the man!” The principal shouted

Kim, Jerry, and Eddie hurried over and were cheering for Jack in no time. Leaving Milton and Y/N to wallow in their own pity. 

“So...Jack...” Y/N trailed off

Milton knew what she meant, “Yeah...”

Y/N guided Milton to the crowd, and Milton stepped forward. Proudly showing his trophy.

“You know, I just won the first spelling bee our school has ever-”

“Hey, Jack! Show us what you did to win!” Eddie interjected

Milton sulked and walked back to Y/N. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“It’s okay, Mil.”

Jack did a fancy back something or other that impressed the school. When Jack passed them on the way back to the principal, he shot Y/N a wink. She rolled her eyes in response.

“Well, Jack, I hope this means you’ll stay on the team.” Principal Funderburk hoped

Jack shrugged, “I told you, it was a one-time deal. I win you your trophy and you get a visit from the wedgie wizard.”

Funderburk sighed, “I guess a deal’s a deal.”

Jerry popped his knuckles as he approached.

“Just go with it.” Jerry warned, sprinkling some baby powder in his hands and handing the bottle to Y/N

He clapped his hands, “WoAAAH!”

Jerry took no time in hiking Funderburk’s underwear to the nape of his neck. The principal let out a scream.

“Is that all you got, punk?” Funderburk demanded in the highest falsetto his voice would allow

Then, the principal waddled away from the crowd. The student body started to disperse to go to class. Milton was staring sadly at his trophy.

Jack turned to the two, “Milton? Y/N, are you guys coming?”

Y/N glanced at Milton, “We’ll be there in a second.”

Y/N took her arm off of Milton as he walked toward the ladder. He seemed to be talking more to himself than her.

“You know, you’re just a little bee with broken wings. But you, my friend, are gonna hang with the big dogs!” Milton insisted as he started climbing the ladder

Y/N was quick to go around the other side and steady it as best she could. Once he got to the top Milton started to lose balance. But, Y/N couldn’t let go of the ladder without it toppling over with Milton. The scrawny boy yelped as he fell. 

“Milton!” Y/N cried out

Before he hit the ground, one of the custodians caught him.

“If you’re my guardian angel, you sir, are awesome at your job!” Milton complimented.

After school, they were all walking to the dojo. 

��He caught me! He put me down and walked away!” Milton explained to the others, “The only thing I know about him is that his name tag said Yoshi Nakamura.”

“Huh, I never noticed him before.” Jack commented

Y/N rolled their eyes as Kim stopped in her tracks. 

“Okay, hold on,” Kim stopped, “ You didn’t notice a 600 pound custodian, but you did notice when Donna Tobin changed her ponytail from left to right?”

Jack scoffed, “Okay first, it was right to left. Second, it wasn’t a ponytail, it was a french braid. And third, maybe if that custodian had legs like Donna Tobin I would have noticed him too!”

Y/N chuckled and kept walking, Milton right beside her. Before they could go inside, Rudy stopped them with a wagon of trinkets. 

“Huge news everybody, the magic shop across the mall is going out of business. They have to sell everything at half price,” Rudy announced, “I feel so bad for them. I think I’m gonna cry. It’s a good thing I have this handkerchief.”

He started to pull one of those magic infinity scarves out of his sleeve as he fake cried. He was giddy with excitement.

Jerry grabbed Y/N’s shoulder, “Yo, I don’t know how he’s doing that man... but it’s freaking me out!”

Y/N shook Jerry off and pushed past Rudy into the dojo. Rudy dragged his wagon in after her.

“Anyway, since the store closed a storage space opened up in the basement directly below us.” Rudy continued, “I finally have a place for all my stuff!”

“Oh thank God.” Y/N mumbled as she started to drag out a practice dummy

“It’s about time,” Eddie commented, “This place is getting pretty cluttered.”

“For real,” Y/N replied

“It is not!” Rudy protested

Kim sighed, “Rudy, this place looks like a crazy old cat lady lives here!”

“Okay, that is a bit of an exaggeration.” Rudy replied

Y/N raised her eyebrow at him and then made eye contact with Kim. The two went to the cabinet and each opened one door. They both scrambled back as Rudy’s things came tumbling out. A cat jumped into Y/N’s arms.

“This is not my cat.” Y/N announced

“Well, it isn’t my cat.” Rudy replied

Rudy headed off toward the basement with his wagon, he stopped and glanced at the cat.

“Are you coming Tip-Tip?” He whispered

The cat leapt from Y/N’s arms and into Rudy’s wagon. After he left Milton and Y/N went to Milton’s to bake a cake for Nakamura. Well, Y/N baked. Milton watched.

Y/N was lost in thought while they frosted the cake.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Milton asked

Y/N replied absently, “Did you notice when Donna Tobin switched her french braid?”

“Yeah, but all of us did.”

“I didn’t.”

“Well, you’ve been focused on Jack.”

Y/N’s eyes shot up, “I have not!”

“Ooh, big feelings.” Milton replied

“Just drop it.” Y/N mumbled

The next day, Milton was carrying the cake and Y/N was carrying a bouquet of paper roses they had made. Their friends surrounded them as they walked toward Nakamura’s supply closet. 

“Dude, bringing custodian’s gifts is not cool.” Jerry insisted, “I mean, what’s next? Asking the crossing guard to the prom?”

“Eddie already tried that,” Y/N revealed

Eddie nodded, “She just wants to be friends.”

“I think it’s sweet they made their new friend a cake.” Kim defended

“Thanks, Kim.” Y/N replied

“See, when someone does something great. You know, save a life, or win a spelling bee. They should get some recognition.” Milton lectured

Y/N walked up and knocked. There was no answer. So Milton knocked harder. Jerry pushed past the two and just opened the door. 

Inside, the walls were lined with newspapers outlining Nakamura’s victories in sumo wrestling. On the shelves were several trophies. They all stood in awe.

“Guys, do you know what this means?” Jack asked

Jerry nodded, “Yeah, our custodian is the king of the babies!”

 They stared at all of the articles. Until the bell rang, Milton set the cake down inside the closet and Y/N set the roses on top of it. And they all headed to class. 

They all met up after class to walk to lunch together. Milton and Y/N were debating who would be the better househusband, Loki or Captain America.

“Okay, but here’s what you’re missing with Loki: He has passenger princess energy.” Y/N argued, “As long as you provide, he will do whatever-”

Jerry cut them off as they entered the cafeteria, “Guys, look, there he is.”

Milton grabbed Y/N’s hand, “Come on!”

He dragged them up to Nakamura. 

“Mr.Nakamura?” Milton called out, “I just want to thank you for saving my life yesterday!”

“Yes, thank you,” Y/N added on

“Hey, it’s what I do,” Nakamura answered, “Mop up barf, collect trash, and catch flying boys. I’m living the dream.”

Milton continued, “We stopped by your clost and saw your newspaper clippings, your trophies, and your medals!”

Y/N nodded, “We dropped off a cake and some paper flowers for you.”

Milton cut them off, “You’re amazing!”

“Then we checked you out on the internet!” Eddie continued, “You were a six time sumo champion!”

Jack nodded, “Yeah! That match where you lost your diaper thing and kept fighting? That was awesome! And disturbing... but mostly awesome!”

Nakamura chuckled, “ That was a long time ago. I used to be a hero in Japan. Now I plunge toilets.”

Nakamura looked at Jerry and took a few steps toward him.

“And you, either change your diet or use the bathroom at home, Jerry.”

Jerry looked at Y/N wide eyed, “You know my name?”

Nakamura chuckled, “Yeah, in the Janitor’s room we call you ‘The Bowl Buster’”

“You hear that guys? I’m the Bowl Buster woAHHH!”

Kim rolled her eyes and turned back to Nakamura, “Sir, I love that awesome victory dance you do! The Nakamura Stomp!”

Nakamura chuckled, “It started when I saw a spider in the ring, the crowd loved it so I just ran with it.”

“Come on, man, do it for us!” Eddie cheered

“No, I couldn’t I’m at work!”

Milton and Y/N made eye contact and then looked at Nakamura with their biggest beggar eyes.

“Please?” They whined in unison, “Just once?”

Nakamura relented, “Fine. Just one for you two, lil buds.” 

He stomped once and the cafeteria shook, he stomped again and it shook more. He jumped and it knocked down anyone who was standing, including Y/N who fell on top of Jerry.

“That was awesome!” Y/N squealed

Principal Funderburk stormed in with spaghetti on his head, as Jerry and Y/N helped each other up and everyone else scrambled to their feet.

“Look what you did!” Funderburk fumed

“Sorry, sir, we were just having a bit of fun.” Nakamura apologized

“Fun?” Funderburk demanded, “I didn’t hire you to jump around like some hop scotching hippo.”

Milton pushed past Nakamura, “I got this.”

Y/N called after him, “Milton I wouldn’t.”

He waved them off. 

“Mr.Nakamura would like for you to talk to him with a little more respect.” Milton demanded

“Oh, I don’t talk to you with respect. Do I?”

“Actually,I-” Nakamura tried

“This man used to be a hero, so he doesn’t even need this job!” Milton continued

“Milton-”Y/N tried

“Really?” Funderburk continued

“No, I really need this job-”

“He demands you to apologize to him right now!” 

Funderburk smiled, “Really? Here’s my apology: Nakamura YOU’RE FIRED!”

Y/N sighed and chased after the principal, “Mr.Funderburk, wait!” After school, and after a very unhelpful meeting with Principal Funderburk they all were in the dojo. Nakamura was crying in the corner, Y/N sat with him as he ate his ninth pizza.

Rudy exited his office, “Guys, group meeting!”

They all grouped up, it took a second for Y/N to get away from Nakamura but they finally managed it.

“Why is weepy mchugey still here?” Rudy asked, gesturing to Nakamura

“The guy has been through a lot, Rudy,”Milton started

Y/N cut him off this time, “He saved Milton’s life and in return Milton got him fired from the school.”

This whole situation made Y/N extremely angry. They had spent the last two days getting cut off, talked over and ignored. When maybe if someone had let them speak, Nakamura would still have his job.

Milton glared at Y/N, “We found out why he quit sumo and left Japan in shame.”

“65 wins in a row! Then some rookie struts in and throws him out of the ring like a moldy pear.” Eddie elaborated

Nakamura heard the last bit, “Y’all got any pears over there?”

“There’s no pears, darling.”Kim answered

Jack continued, “As if that wasn’t bad enough, he lost his life savings!”

Rudy softened, “Wow. How’d he do that?”

“He went on a game show called ‘Are You Willing to Lose Your Life Savings’.”

Rudy rolled his eyes, “Fix this. Once the food runs out we’re going to start looking tasty to that guy. Fix this.”

Y/N nodded and went back to sit with Nakamura. He handed them a slice of pizza. Y/N patted his shoulder.

“We’ll figure it out Nakamura, you’ll be okay.” Y/N assured him

Jack approached the two and sat next to Y/N.

“Nakamura, Milton was right! You’re not a custodian, you’re a champion!” He said, “With our help, you’ll get there again.”

“I told you, it was a long time ago.” Nakamura replied, “Why do you guys believe in me?”

“We live by something called the Wasabi Code.” Jack answered

Y/N stepped beside Jack, “That means we never give up on each other.”

“We’ve just got to find a way to get you back on the horse!” Jack finished

Jerry pulled Jack away a bit, “Jack, it would probably be safer if the horse got on his back.”

Nakamura glared at Jerry as Y/N smacked him in the back of the head.

“But, uh, you know... either way!” He corrected

“Wasabi?” Jack asked, placing his hand in the center

Y/N was the first to put her hand in. The others soon followed. Trailed by Nakamura.

“Wasabi!” They all cheered

They were training and needed a weight vest for Nakamura. But, with just Milton on the front made him too front heavy so they placed Y/N on his back.

Milton and Y/N bounced as they came up on the finish line for Nakamura. Groaning the whole way from the pain.

“That was your best time yet!” Jack encouraged, “You ran around the whole mall in under four minutes!”

Y/N panted as they stopped moving, “I think this baby vest thing is fused into my thighs.”

“Bouncing around in this thing has given me a new respect for kangaroos.” Milton groaned

Nakamura unclipped them and Milton fell, while Nakamura let Y/N down as gently as he could.

Rudy came up to Nakamura on his way into the dojo.

“Hey, Nakamura! I saw you running around the mall, carrying a big pasty baby and Y/N!” 

“I’m not pasty!” Milton protested, “I’m translucent!”

The group followed Rudy and Nakamura inside. Jack jogged up next to Rudy and Y/N.

“Nakamura is training for his big comeback!” Jack explained

“A comeback sumo match?” Rudy pondered, “I bet people would buy tickets for that!”

Eddie agreed, “I payed five dollars to watch the Kelly’s dog have puppies!”

Rudy and Y/N made a disgusted face.

“I’ve seen the miracle of life, and it’s disgusting!” 

Rudy shook off Eddie’s reveal, “You know, we could have the match right here in the dojo!”

Jack quirked an eyebrow, “Well, that’s great and all, but we don’t have another sumo wrestler for him to compete against.”

“I do!” Rudy replied, he briefly explained the beached whale fiasco, “We kept in touch. I’ll give him a call.”

And then Rudy was off into his office. Not long after Jerry exited the bathroom wearing a blow up sumo suit thing.  “Time for your real workout, Nakamura!” Jerry announced, before jiggling the stomach, “Let’s belly up!”

Y/N stared at him dumbfounded.

Jack approached, “Jerry, how is this thing gonna help. You look like a bloated turkey in a thong.” 

Y/N let out a short yet loud cackle, before throwing their hand up to muffle their laugh. Jerry scoffed.

“It’s gonna make him quicker!”He insisted, “I’m scrappy and wirey! Now, come on, Big Guy!”

Jerry ran at Nakamura, who immediately sent him sprawling. Jack and Kim moved to help him up. Y/N offered Nakamura a fist bump, he smiled at them. Once Jerry was on his feet, he sprinted back into the bathroom. 

The night that the match was happening Milton and Y/N stood with each other near the match. Y/N glanced at him.

“It’s not your fault that Nakamura got fired.” Y/N said, “I talked to Funderburk, he was getting booted anyway.”

Milton looked at Y/N, “I still feel bad. He might have been able to talk his way out of it if I hadn’t opened my big mouth.”

“You were just trying to help,” Y/N reassured, “There’s nothing wrong with that. Plus, look at what we’re doing for him now.”

As soon as the other wrestler stepped in Nakamura ran off into Rudy’s office. Y/N was quick to follow after him. 

Jack came in after her with Rudy and Milton.

“Nakamura, you can’t hide in here! ...Or anywhere.” He said

“I’m not going out there. That’s Yamasaki, he’s the only one that ever beat me.” Nakamura lamented, “I can’t fight him, man.”

Kim poked her head in, “Guys, we gotta put on a fight. The crowd’s getting ugly, and they were none too pretty to begin with.”

Milton looked at Y/N, who almost immediately got the message. 

“This is all my fault,” Milton whined

He left the office, quickly followed by Y/N. The two walked into the locker room. Milton tied up his shorts and took his shirt off, making himself look as much like a sumo wrestler as he could. Y/N took off her blouse and left herself in her athletic shorts and tank top. They nodded at each other as they went to the ring. 

The two readied themselves in the ring and Yamasaki did the same. Milton was the first to move, running straight at him. Y/N went around the back and jumped on his back. Milton was thrown away, and then Y/N was slung from his back over his shoulder to the ground. Knocking the wind out of her. Milton grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward him. 

Nakamura grabbed Milton, before he could attack again.

“I got this one, lil buds.” Nakamura assured

Milton dragged a very out-of-breath Y/N out of the ring as Nakamura took over for them. Jerry helped Y/N to their feet.

Nakamura threw Yamasaki out of the ring, winning the match. Y/N was the first to his side, hugging him tightly.

“You did it, Nakamura!” They cheered

After a minute or so Jack came over. At which point Jerry started chanting for the Nakamura Stomp. Nakamura stomped once and the building shook, he stomped again, then he jumped. The floor gave way and landed him in Rudy’s man cave. 

The next week after the match Milton was helping Y/N down the stairs. After a brief visit to urgent care they found out that pretty much their entire back was bruised from how hard Yamasaki had thrown them to the ground. 

Jack was telling Jerry and Eddie about Nakamura’s plans. 

“Thanks to Milton and Y/N, Nakamura is heading back to Japan soon to get his title back.” Jack explained

“You know,”Jerry started, “I could be a sumo wrestler. I would just have to gain like 5... 600 pounds.”

Eddie smirked, “Your mom did it pretty easily.”

“That’s it man-” Jerry took off after Eddie

Y/N chuckled at their antics. 

Milton sighed, “Jack have you seen my spelling bee trophy?”

“I thought it was in your locker?” Y/N replied

“I thought so too, but I can’t find it anywhere. I know it’s small but it means a lot to me.” 

“We’ll find it, Mil.” Y/N answered

“Don’t worry, Milton. I’m sure it’s someplace safe.” Jack replied, he glanced up

Y/N followed his gaze and smiled at him when they saw a slight bronze glint right next to the gymnastics trophy.

[sketchedboba]

"A Green Queen" AU

Chapter XI

TW: Verbal Abuse

"They increased security? That's not something, oh right..", the princess recalled. She'd been on the ship for a few hours mainly to rest and recollect herself on the events that happened. Bowser was really dead and despite this threat being resolved, she still felt anxious about how the army, HIS army, was running smoothly.

The yoshi, now named Daffodil, slept beside her and while she did want to bring him along, she knew it would be best to let him rest a bit longer.

"I'll be back!", she exclaimed quietly as she placed a blanket over the snoring yoshi. "And with Mario.."

She peeked out into the hall and saw four parakoopa flying around the main hallways and the ones that guarded the doors were standard foot soldiers.

"Great... I can't cause a scene. Maybe if I-"

Before she finished, she ducked back into the box from the voices she heard around the corner.

"Your highness!", the soldiers exclaimed as they bowed.

Luigi nervously scratched the back of his neck, the spikes poked as he tried to avoid them. "No need to bow every time, I'm just here to see the... To see my..."

Kamek stepped in and took a deep breath, "We're here for the boy's father. Let him through."

The soldiers nodded and slowly opened the door. As they did, Luigi felt Junior's claw tighten around his own, and gave it a gentle squeeze back.

'He is just a child...'

Daisy peeked out slightly then she watched them enter and the doors shut behind them. "Isn't that. What the fuck is going on here?!"

Junior hid behind Luigi as they stepped into a dimly lit room, wires and cord all connected to a central area behind rounded purple curtains. The machinery with dials, pulse readers, tubes, and buttons sat on each side of the bed.

It loudly hummed which left Junior with a worried look on his face. Parakoopas and goombas hurried alongside the few magikoopas that tirelessly worked and flipped through their books. They delicately lifted and examined shell pieces as they tried to congregate and put them back together.

"Junior, it wasn't...", Luigi spoke. His hand started to shake, he let go of the young prince's hand. "I explained how he ended up here, but he... He died saving me from someone awful, and all I could do was watch."

Kamek stepped over and patted his back, "Despite him being a prisoner here, he chose to stay and defend us. Junior, he-"

"Coward!", he cried.

Luigi flinched, he didn't dare turn around once he heard the boy's cry. "I'm sorry..", he whispered.

"You just WATCHED?! WHY DIDN'T YOU FIGHT BACK?! STAYING WON'T CHANGE THAT YOU GOT HIM KI-"

"I HAD NO OTHER CHOICE!"

The room got quiet as Luigi was inches away from the young prince, who hiccuped through his painful tears.

Kamek nervously looked at Junior's face then at Luigi's remorseful one.

"I'm just as lost as you are right now.", he cried. "Every minute I'm reminded that I'm not welcomed here, but I'm staying because as much as I despise it. No one deserves to be left defenseless ESPECIALLY when I can change it. I was a coward that ran, I KNOW THAT! THIS-" , he yelled as he held the spiked collar, Bowser's wristband, towards him in tears. "Reminds me every day, EVERY HOUR, of what I've done."

Junior turned away once he got closer and cried. Kamek stood in front of Luigi, "I think he gets it.. please calm down, sire.."

Luigi straightened his posture as he watched the young koopa shake.

Junior sniffled and continued to stare at the ground. Kamek walked over to him and rubbed his shell to comfort him, only for the prince to hug him as he cried.

Luigi cried silently when he turned away and focused on the curtains, Bowser's cracked yet dark silhouette shining through it. He walked up to the bedside and punched a dent into the frame, tears filled his pink stained eyes. He was exhausted.

Kamek lifted up Junior who cried himself into exhaustion and turned to the King. "Your highness.."

"......"

"I'll take the prince to his room in the castle and come back when you've calmed down.."

In a dry voice, he replied, "Thank you.". He also ordered everyone out of the room for a moment as Kamek left.

Daisy watched the room flood out with curious eyes as well as the guards leave to tell the next shift to arrive. "Yes!"

She swiftly dashed into the shadows and made her way into the room. As she looked around in awe, her attention turned to Luigi. She hid herself into a shadowy area in the entrance and watched. 'He doesn't look like much of a threat..'

Luigi groaned as he rubbed his tired eyes with his hand and sat on the floor. He rested his head on the dented frame as he looked down at his hands.

"You stupid tortuga....", he started. "You really punished me good, huh? Leaving me here to run a kingdom, watch your children you love so dearly.... Take advantage of my heart..", he sighed.

Daisy could barely hear a word and slowly inched forward.

"And my brother, Mario.. I snapped at him too. I bet you would've loved to see that... I didn't mean to, I just..."

Daisy paused when she heard his name.

'So he's alive! Damn shorty, thought I lost ya!'

"And Junior, I should probably apologize to him too. I don't blame him for thinking the way he did, but I was just scared. You literally threw my brother across the hall THEN choose to save my life?! I don't get why you didn't just TELL me.. Why are you always so quiet?"

Daisy's eyes gleamed as she heard his lament, "You think that guy is quiet?! Have you heard him belch before?"

Luigi turned quickly as he gasped, "W-Who, how'd you get in here?!"

"You shouldn't leave yourself defenseless, your highness.", she mocked. "But really, tell his guards to schedule their shifts better. They all just left you, y'know."

"That doesn't answe-"

"Oh right! The name's Daisy, a pleasure! I'm sure. Anyways, you said something about a "Mario"? Right?"

"Um...yes.. My brother, but how do you kn-"

"Glad you asked! I'm not sure if he mentioned a travel buddy or anything, but we were on our way to Sarasaland and y'know how traveling islands can be, right?! Then again, you probably aren't traveling by foot or by yoshi. Speaking of do you mind if I-"

"Wait, wait. Let's peddle back a second, y-you travelled with Mario? Wait... The friend, YOU'RE-"

"You catch on quick, boss!", she chuckled and started to walk over to him.

He tried his best to keep calm as his thoughts raced, "Are you here for my brother...? If you are, he's in no condition to be moving, and frankly, your injuries tell me you shouldn't be either."

Daisy looked at her leg then back at him, "I just wanted to make sure he's ok before I- uhm-, go to...a..party?"

Luigi blankly stared at her, "Right... You can visit, but if you both were at the palace, then where were you after the explosion?"

"You mean the one you caused to kill Bowser?"

"I didn't-"

"C'mon! You don't have to be modest, I saw you standing over the rubble looking down at his body. Congratulations on overthrowing him by the way!", she smiled.

"So you were there!", he mumbled.

"Only after I woke up again." , she shook the thought. "Regardless, you were saying something about him being quiet? That doesn't sound like the King of the Koopas. Boy, can that guy brag!"

Luigi turned back to the curtain, "Yup... And for the record, I didn't kill him... on purpose?".

"So did you or did you not?"

"I don't know! I'm tired, can you please just..."

She sat down next to him and crossed her legs and her cloak laid over them. "You know, I usually listen to stories when I feel down. I can tell you one if it helps."

Luigi glanced at her before he gave a slight shrug.

She smiled a bit before she played with her fingers, "Well, there was a little girl who had a very loving father and mother. Every day they would play games and puzzles with her, making every one of them a tiny adventure for her. But one day the father told the mother he no longer wanted to play games or make puzzles and left the mother to build puzzles and play games for her daughter to share with the world. For years, the mother looked for her husband, but with trying to keep her daughter entertained, she fell ill. Not too long after, she passed her duties onto her daughter, her last wish being "Make sure to have fun, play as many games as you like, but make sure you can solve the puzzles just as well as you play the game.". The daughter promised and in the end played for days, for years... Looking for a game she couldn't beat."

"Then? Did she ever find one?"

Daisy sighed, "She did.. it ended up costing her more than her life though...".

The two sat in silence, Luigi reached out his hand to touch hers but she immediately moved, "Anyways, if you don't mind me asking, your highness. Can I pleeeaaasseee, see your brother?"

He smiled a bit as he retracted his hand, "Of course, thank you for the story..". He said as he got up and dusted himself off.

"My pleasure! I can tell you some other ones while we walk there."

"I think I'll be fine..", he laughed nervously. "Thanks thoOOOUU- WAIT YOU SNUCK ONTO THE SHIP!!"

Daisy was already halfway to the door, "And? I see no issues here, we resolved the misunderstanding."

Luigi sighed and rubbed his forehead as he walked over to her, "I have to file a report and tighten security.."

"Sounds like a headache, dude. Must suck.", she smirked.

"Don't....you caused this-"

"I think you mean, you're welcome stealthy stranger for making sure that my castle and ship will now have the top defenses!", she said snickering.

Luigi laughed a bit, "Sure, I wonder if my brother would think the same."

"Eh, I think he wouldn't mind! Especially if he gets to see me again!", she boasted.

"Look who's bragging now.", He laughed.

The two bantered as they made their way out the door. The koopas were in confused awe as they saw their new king escort a cloaked princess down the hall.

[maliciousblog]

Treasure Hyung line reaction: To you rejecting them

Hyunsuk 🎀

Both of you were snuggled up under the blanket watch a movie as the rain gently poured down in the background.

It was getting colder as the sun began to set so you rested your head on your boyfriends shoulder and snuggled up to him to get a little extra warmth.

Taking advantage of the opportunity he wrapped an arm around you and brought you closer to rest on his chest.

As the movie went on he noticed that you were fully invested in the story which he found cute.

You looked so focused. It made him smile seeing you like this.

He leaned down gently placing a finger under your chin to lift up your face as he started to lean in waiting to feel the softness of your lips but instead he felt your hand on his mouth pushing him away.

He swiftly moved his face away feeling embarrassed.

He brushed it off and acted normal.

As he didn't want to ruin the mood and asked you to continue watching the movie.

Inside he felt hurt it was like you took a shot at his ego.

Wasn't he good enough for you.

You would eventually learn to love him as much as he loved you or atleast you would learn to you had if you wanted to keep breathing so he let this one go and stared at the screen blankly.

Jihoon 💝

You were standing in front of a simmering pot as you were adding a bunch of spices to atler the taste of the stew to match the liking of your boyfriend.

You wiped of beads of sweat off your forehead with the sleeve of your dress feeling the fatigue slip in as you had been working since morning around the house.

Turning your attention to the task in front of you deciding to chop up some fresh herbs to add in.

You didn't notice the door click open over the sound of music blasting from a speaker near by as it was the only thing that kept you company in the empty house when he was away.

You don't even remember how you got here one minute you were surrounded by people laughter and conversation filled the air.

That was until you met him.

Now you were alone in the walls of your apartment as he successfully managed to manipulate you into doing whatever he wanted you to do all while acting innocent making you feel like the bad guy.

As you were chopping up the herbs you felt a pair of arm sneak around your waist bringing you closer to his body.

As he leaned in closer to your face you shoved him off except for the fact that you used a little more force than you intended to and he stumbled back hitting the counter.

Before you could react you saw his face drop.

"I work so hard all day long, just so I can provided for you and this is the welcome I get".

He looked at you with glossy eyes

You felt guilt wash over you.

He started to walk away

Only to be followed by you muttering incoherent apologies as he tried his best to hide the stupid little grin of his face.

He had you wrapped around his little finger.

Yoshi 💖

You winced as the door opened letting in a blinding light into an almost pitch black basement that you were in.

You hands and legs were bound with metal chains that rattled as you attempted to shield your eyes from the light.

Which was now blocked by the figure of your lovesick captor.

He walked down the stairs carrying a plate of food which you eagerly eyed.

Its  been long since you had a proper meal.

He crouched down to your eye level

Placing the plate of food infront of you as he studied your face. Leaning in a little. Bringing his face close to yours.

He watched as you recoiled in disgust feeling a little hurt.

But it didn't matter.

"You should be a little more grateful to me you know,  I could always let you starve to death"

With that he left you in the dark once again knowing that the isolation would eventually drive you mad.

Mad enough to actually love him back.

Junkyu 💓

He held your hand dragging you along with him across the amusement park.

Both of had stopped in front of a shooting game where you had shoot off 3 targets to get a prize which was fluffy teddy bear that you had been eyeing throughout your whole trip.

He was determined to get it for you but he kept missing the shot.

He was dead set on getting it for you no matter how long it took but the line behind you was getting longer and he was forced to give up.

You tried to tell him that it was fine but he kept sulking so you decided to get some ice cream to cheer him up as you were waiting in line you felt a tap on your shoulder and saw a tall boy holding up the teddy bear you wanted.

He gave it to you and told you that he saw you looking at it and gave it to you while slipping a note in your other hand containing his number.

He felt jealousy take over him as he watched the scene unfold.

Before you could react he grabbed the paper and crumpled it throwing it into the garbage can followed by the teddy bear.

"She has a boyfriend, you can leave now".

He said as he dragged you along with him.

You shoved him off you.

"Who gave you the right to act like a jealous little kid you aren't even my boyfriend"

With that you left him there all alone in his misery watching you as you stormed out.

He felt an intense pain in his chest watching your figure dissapear.

Why couldn't you love him.

His vision was clouded with tears as he chased after you.

He couldn't let you leave he couldn't live without you.

[normal-internet-user]

TRUTHS AND LIES

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PT: 2

Summary: You and Karai are twin sisters and best friends, however, you had an easier time believing that Splinter is your father than she.

Warnings: Arguments, angst

Requested: Nah

Female Reader

I'm on my family disagreement shit, ok? Let me be.

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"Hamato Yoshi is your father!"

The words of Leonardo had been echoing in your head since they were spoken into exsistence.

You had a much easier time believeing them than Karai, whom called you a gullible fool. You were conflicted.

You had never agreed with Shredder and his methods of power, but you stood to the side, keeping silent to avoid being a problem.

Lately, however, you were having trouble staying silent.

This wasn't right.

None of it was right.

And if Leonardo was telling the truth, if Hamato Yoshi truely was your father, then Shredder had alot of explaining to do. You barely trusted him before, but now...

Now it was like that imaginary string that held you in place amongst the Foot Clan had been snapped.

That's why you stood here, face to face with one of the four turtles your "father" despised so.

"I want to know the truth." You said, sitting on your knees, your voice low and quiet.

You had always been much more timid than Karai, contrasting her boldness. It was often a curse, no one took you seriously due to your silent nature. So when you spoke to Leonardo, you did so with as much conviction as your soft voice could muster.

"The truth?" He said, sitting on his knees, the same as you, "The truth is that the Shredder has lied to you and your sister your whole lives. He took you from your true father. Hamato Yoshi."

You bit your lip as you searched his face, trying to find the lie. There wasn't one. Leonardo's face conveyed desperation. He needed you to believe he was telling the truth. This wasn't a lie.

"I believe you." You said, if possible, softer than before.

Leonardo's face noticably loosened, his posture going from tense to relieved.

"Are you kidding me?!"

You spun to see a very angry Karai standing behind you. Her fists were clenched at her sides as she stared at you with that familiar fire.

"Karai-"

"No!" She said, scowling, "You always were a gullible idiot, (Name)! How could you believe him, our enemy over Father?"

You stood, pleading eyes meeting Karai's angry ones, "Karai, I know you've had your own doubts too. I know it. None of it makes sense, don't you see? There are so many holes in Father's- I mean Shredder's story-"

"Hamato Yoshi killed our mother, (Name)!"

You grabbed Karai by her shoulder, begging her to just look at you, to see your point of view, "What if he didn't? What if it was all a lie-?"

Karai pushed you away, speaking with a voice laced in venom, "I don't believe you! You really are stupid. If you truely believe him, fine. Then go. But if you walk away, if you leave with him, then you are no sister of mine."

You felt the tears prick your eyes, holding your hands out to Karai's tense figure, "Karai-"

"Choose. Them, or me."

You looked between Leonardo and Karai, eyes pleading with him to say something, but before he could, Karai held up her hand, effectivly telling him to shut up.

"CHOOSE!" She shouted.

"I-" You gulped back the sob building in your throat, "I- I can't go back, Karai, I-"

"Fine." She spat, "Fine. Have a good life, (Name). I don't ever want to see you again, you are NO sister of mine. TRAITOR!"

With that, Karai took off back in the direction she came from. No doubt to tell Shredder of your betrayal.

"(Name)..." Leonardo said, gently resting his hand on your shoulder, "We should go. Shredder's goons could show up any minute."

You wiped away the tears that escaped your eyes, "Yeah. L-let's go." you shakily motioned for him to lead the way.

Leonardo led you through the sewers, though you were hardly present on the journey.

Were you truely ready for this?

You just lost your sister, she hated you now. She said she never wanted to see you again.

What if you were wrong? What if Leonardo had lied, and this was all a ploy? A trick.

You took a deep breath to calm your swirling mind, no time to doubt now. You made your choice. Now hopefully it was the right one...

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Yes, there'll be a part two where you meet Splinter, don't worry!

I dunno why but I'm all over tha familial angst lately-

[temsikghosts]

Ghost Swap treat!

Ghost Swap treat for @doctor-yoshi-soul who asked for the following prompt:

doctor-yoshi-soul: Yomiel's jail time (and/or how other characters deal with it);

Thankfully I already had some drabbles of it among my notes, so I hope you enjoy them!

Jowd and Yomiel

Jowd was sitting down in front of the visitor’s center from prison, waiting for the blond man to come. It had become an habit for the detective to come and see the man who started everything. Jowd knew Yomiel’s pain, more than anything else in the world, after all, he, himself, had been behind bars, feeling sorry for himself and wanting nothing more than to end his pathetic existence. He didn’t want Yomiel to have the same thoughts, so the detective kept coming to talk to him about it, help keep his head in the right place.

As soon as the blond man appeared, Jowd opened a warm, friendly smile, though Yomiel’s face retained his sorrowful expression. He rolled on his wheelchair and positioned himself in front of the detective, facing him from the opposite side of the glass window.

“Detective.” He said in a calm, neutral tone.

“Yomiel.” The detective replied back, smiling at the man. “How is your recovery doing?” He glanced briefly at the wheelchair.

“Oh?” Yomiel’s gaze followed the detective’s, looking into his own wheelchair. “It’s… going okay I guess. The physiotherapist says I will be able to walk again if we keep doing the physiotherapy sessions, though right now my legs aren’t strong enough to walk on my own yet. Everything hurts and even if I do my recovery well as the doctor says, I will still suffer chronic pain for a long time to come, maybe all my life. But that’s a small price to pay, for all the trouble I caused everyone.”

Jowd couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark lenses, but he could guess Yomiel’s gaze darkened as he recalled the events of that fateful night.

“Yomiel…” The detective started, sounding calm. “I already told you. I forgave you. For everything.”

Yomiel simply shrugged, lifting his gaze back to the man in front of him.

“Why, Jowd?”

“I forgave you because I saw that you were truly sorry for the role you played in what happened. It’s as simple as that. How can I unforgive what has already been forgiven? It is over. It is done. Why do you doubt that? Why do you question it?”

 Yomiel shakes his head and looks away from him. His shoulders come up in a half-shrug, as if the answer is obvious and it just hasn’t occurred to the detective yet.

“Because I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

Jowd should probably have expected it. Yomiel wasn't really that different from him.

“What do you want me to say, Yomiel? That I finally got my revenge on you? You're the one behind bars now, thinking he doesn't deserve a second chance because he did something awful. You're feeling the exact same pain I felt, during these past years. And yet, seeing you like that... It doesn't bring me joy. Not when I understand what you're feeling, more than anyone else. Revenge is a pitiful thing that doesn't bring any satisfaction. You should know that, even more than me.”

Yomiel lifted his head to stare at the man sitting across from him. It was hard to read his expression behind the shades covering his eyes, but it was as if Jowd could feel the sting of pain and guilt behind them. They were too familiar for the detective.

“Jowd, I took your daughter hostage. I manipulated her to alter her contraption and kill her own mother. Your wife. I manipulated her again and wanted to make her kill you. You're saying you forgive that?”

Jowd shook his head.

“And I have all the right to be mad at you for that. But this Kamila haven't experienced any of it. If she remembered, then I would find it more difficult to forgive you for that, yes. But she doesn't. Neither does Alma. You did nothing to them, in this new present. So why should I be mad at something that didn't happen this time around?”

Yomiel chuckled inwardly, refusing to let Jowd's words get to him. He couldn't understand how this man could forgive him, after everything he did.

“Jowd—” The detective didn't let him continue.

“You are not that same man anymore, Yomiel. Why is it so hard for you to see that? I saw the way you helped in the end. Saw how much you tried to help Lynne, the girl you were so desperately trying to ruin. You risked your own life for her. That's when I saw that the Manipulator was gone, dead. You are a new man now Yomiel. Rejoyce this fact... And live your life. The woman you love is waiting for you, just outside these bars.”

Yomiel felt tears coming to his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He didn't want to break down in front of the detective, didn't want him to see his most vulnerable side. Even with all these words, Yomiel refused to believe he was worthy of anything, let alone Jowd's forgiveness.

“She doesn't know the monster I became. She doesn't deserve me. I—”

“Yomiel!” It was the first time Jowd raised his voice since this conversation started.

“Haven't you listened to what I just said? You are not that man anymore. She doesn't know and she never will. It shouldn't matter.”

And yet, to Yomiel, it still did. It still hurt to know what he had been able to do, when left at the bottom of despair.

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Yomiel and FianSissel

Sissel had come to visit Yomiel, just like she always did, everyday, ever since he was arrested. Ever since the incident, Yomiel had a stranger air of self-deprecation and guilt and he was far from the man she once knew. Sure, Yomiel wasn’t the cheerful, optimistic type, not when his life had been trauma conga line, one after the other, with an alcoholic mother, an absent father and all the bullying the suffered when they were both in school, but still, he wasn’t so down like…. that. She could understand why though, but even so…

“Sissel…” Yomiel let out a sad sigh as he stared at her through the other side of the glass window. “Why would you waste your time waiting for me? You deserve someone better.”

Sissel felt her throat tightening at his words. Her heart clenching inside.

“What makes you think that?”

“I threatened a child, Sissel! I could have killed her!”

“You wouldn’t.”

Yomiel shook his head.

“You don't know that.”

She lifted her eyes back at him with fierce determination.

“You're not that kind of person, Yomiel. You wouldn't have hurt that child.”

Yomiel looked back at her, chuckling to himself and shaking his head. Thinking how he manipulated Kamila to alter her own contraption to kill her mother.

“What if I did? Would you still think that?” He blurted out before he could stop himself. Sissel stood firm, however.

“I know you. You wouldn’t.” The fierce determination in her eyes as she said this was enough to confirm to Yomiel that if she knew the truth of that night, of what he did... She would never forgive him. And that thought was like a knife being twisted in his heart.

“Yomiel... You risked your life to save that child... Detective Jowd told me. You could have died in that park! You saved her! You are a good man! D-Do you know what could have happened if you died there? If you... If you died there... I-I would’ve—”

Her voice broke as tears started to form in her eyes.

“STOP!” He suddenly yelled, looking into her eyes. “Don't say it. Please don’t.”

“I’ve—” She sobbed.

“Sissel, DON’T!” He knew what was coming. He didn’t want to hear it. She lowered her eyes, finally letting her tears fall,

“I would prefer to die than to live in a world without you.”

As soon as she said those words, Yomiel couldn't help it. Looking at her, he could see in his mind the exact scene he saw when he got home. Of her cold body, devoid of her smile, completely lifeless. The shock and the awful realization hitting him when he saw the suicide note. Yomiel immediately broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably as the memories flooded him.

“Yomiel…” Sissel tried to get his attention back. Damn it, how much she wished she could hold his hand. He couldn’t reply, he couldn’t say anything, he could just sob.

“I-I'm sorry Sissel I can’t— I need a minute, please…”

Sissel felt her heart clenching in her chest. She didn’t want her first talk with him to be like this... But she respected his wish and stood up from the chair. “I’ll come later.” And she walked off the room. Just as she was outside, she brought her handkerchief from her purse and allowed herself to cry, not wanting to break down in front of him to make things worse.

“How did it go?” Detective Jowd asked when Sissel came out, sniffing.

“I... I hoped it would be better... I made him cry.” She said quietly. Jowd raised an eyebrow.

“Really? What did you say?” Sissel sniffed, looking at the detective.

“He asked me why I was waiting for him. He kept insisting he wasn't a good man. I told him I believed he would never hurt that girl, that he even risked his life to save her...” She gulped down a sob. “I told him that if he had died... I would prefer to die than to live without him.”

Ah. Jowd immediately understood why Yomiel broke down now. The fact that he was so immersed in his guilt to have insisted he wasn't a good man was such a familiar feeling to Jowd. Which seemed rather ironic to have his own former enemy in the same situation as him.

“He's just going through a lot right now, Sissel. Give him some time, he'll get over it.” Sissel sniffed again.

“I know. Thank you so much for all the support, Detective Jowd.” The detective put a large hand over the petite woman's shoulder. “It's the least I can do. I could have killed him that day in the park. I'm still really sorry for that.”

“It's okay, detective. What matters in the end is that you are helping him now. Let's not think about what could have happened. What matters is now.”

“You could tell that to him.” Jowd said with a bittersweet smile. He was tired of telling this to Yomiel, maybe he would listen if it came from Miss Sissel instead. “If you ever need someone to talk to, you can always call me or Alma, okay? You're not alone anymore, Sissel.”

Sissel smiled weakly, nodding as she wiped her tears. “Thank you so much detective.”

“You're welcome.”

[eribeen]

CRUSH

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer,doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There's a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is just a fiction from my delusional mind.

CAST:

Yoshiyuki Kano as Yoshi

Y/N as Ei

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THIRD PERSON's POV

“Makoto looks so cute! OMG! My day is already complete,” Eribin, your best friend, shrieked.

���Yusei looked at me for a split second. WAAAAHHH!” your other best friend, Kimie, exclaimed.

You three are walking down the hallway to the locker area. You just make a face at them, tired of hearing them go “gaga” over their crushes.

“Here we go again,” you say while searching for a key in your bag.

“Heeey!” they say in unison. You smile and struggle to find your key. Since you aren’t paying attention, you don’t see someone else approaching. He is also looking for something in his bag and doesn’t notice you coming.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” he says, picking up your things. You hear his friends laughing in the distance, Miku and Masa, as well as your own. You recognize him—it's Yoshi, your crush. You haven’t told anyone about it, especially your two crazy friends; they would make a big deal out of it.

“It’s okay. It’s my fault too; I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you say with an awkward laugh. He hands your bag back to you, smiling apologetically, and you give him an assuring smile, meaning it’s okay—nothing to worry about.

After long hours of classes, it’s finally the last period. You hear your friends complaining about how far your next class is. As you walk in, you notice Yoshi’s friends become silent and stare at you while Yoshi looks away. Confused, you wonder why they are behaving like this; usually, they’re loud. Especially that Miku guy. You shrug it off and choose a seat in front.

Class starts, and the professor begins discussing and interacting with the students.

“That’s right. Now, my question is: ‘Is it okay to prioritize human needs over environmental concerns?’ As our population continues to grow, we should—YOSHI! Stop staring at Ei. Pay attention, or better yet, get out of my class.” the professor exclaimed.

His friends burst out laughing, while yours are left in shock. Your eyes widen as you realize what just happened. You look at Yoshi and see him scratching the back of his head while biting his lip. You’re in awe. He catches your gaze, and your eyes lock for a moment. You feel your heart skip a beat. He hides his hands under the desk and looks away. Blushing, you turn away as well. You find that gesture cute. Well, Yoshi is a cutie. You suppressed a smile and bit your lips.

The whole class starts teasing the two of you. Suddenly the bell rings, which means break time. Your friends sit beside you, giggling and nudging you.

"you two look cute together" Kimie exclaimed

Yoshi glances your way. Shy still spreading across his face. His friends were also nudging him. You glance at him and he also glanced in your way. Your eyes met again and this time no one dared to look away.

Gathering his courage, he decided to go near you and try his luck to talk to you.

"OMG! He's going here" Eribin said as she playfully nudged you. Your heart beats fast. Eribin keeps tapping your shoulder. She looks more excited than you do.

"uhm, we'll be back at our seats Ei." Kimmie said as she dragged Eribin out of the scene.

"I'm sorry about the class, I-i just couldn't help it" Yoshi shyly said.

You look up,shocked. "no, It's cool" you smile at him and he does the same. You saw how deep his dimple is. you wondered how it feels putting your hands in his face and touching his deep dimples.

'oh no!' You erased that thought and focused on him instead.

"so you want to hang out after class? If that's okay with you.. you know, I want to know you more" He asked while nervously looking at you. He's smiling. His eyes and smile are sparkling. Your heart races at those words coming from him.

'is this really true? Am I only dreaming?' you thought to yourself.

"y-yeah. Sure. I'd love that." You reply, trying to sound casual but feeling giddy inside.

Yoshi can't hide his smile. "okay, see you after class, Ei" he said and he went to his seat.

Classes resume. Professors continue his interrupted lessons earlier. While teaching, you steal a glance at Yoshi and catch him glancing at you too. You smiled and he does the same. You realized that maybe this is the start of something special. Between you and Yoshi. You couldn't believe it at first but you feel hopeful when it totally sinks in. This is maybe the chance to explore what could be with Yoshi.

---- The end-----

[fruitless-vain]

Ok! to preface this, im not trying to give shepherd guy any slack here and I am 100% on your side here. But do you think maybe this shepherd just has a weird reaction to Sham? Just because it seems like the guy is beginning to lock his flexi and step to the side now.

I just know someone who has a dog who for some reason does NOT like my one dog. She gets along extremely well with my other dog but my younger one she does not vibe with, and my younger one is very submissive and listens to other dogs boundaries extremely well (obvi we don't let them meet anymore)

So maybe this is new behaviour for shepherd guy? I still don't know why the hell he would use a flexi though. I use a flexi for sniffari walks and I absolutely hate using it to walk regularly, you have no control!

Definitely a possibility esp considering this shepherd looks quite young and may potentially be coming in to maturity now where they’ll just kick shit with certain dogs or certain sexes

I will say that this dog has reacted this same way to Yoshi repeatedly in the past. Most of the lunging towards Yoshi has always presented with major prey drive motivation- stalking, low posture, slow pace, sudden silent launch.

Sham on the other hand is most likely triggering because sham makes eye contact when passing dogs. If this is a typical anxious shepherd him holding any eye contact will make the shepherd more uneasy and more likely to launch. Yoshi on the other hand offers me focus when passing dogs so there’s no eye contact there to make the dog uncomfortable. However this dog doesn’t really seem to give any uneasy body language, just immediate lock on, slow walk, squared chest when passing sham. Doesn’t mean that isn’t the cause but it’s certainly not giving off “I’m uncomfortable”

On that note though the shepherd is very much making sham need to watch them, if you watch the video where sham yelps and jolts away it starts with sham trying to avoid eye contact but since the shepherd is locked in staring him down Sham doesn’t have much choice but to return that eye contact and ensure he’s ready to act if the shepherd goes for him. So if this shepherd wants less eye contact he’s not doing himself any favours, sham is actively trying in every dog body language way to make himself less of a problem, avoid eye contact while checking on the shepherd in very short glances to keep himself safe

I will add that this was not initially the case with this dog, when we first crossed paths he would have the dog a full 15ft away from him when passing us. We would pass the dog, it would slow to a stop and just watch or after we passed it would creep across the walkways to scent where we just were. Over the last month is progressed to sudden launching and snapping where the dog would still be majorly far away from the owner at the time. Since that launching became more consistent the owner has finally decided to reel the dog in and lock the flexi.

There don’t seem to be many other mid size or large dogs at that point in the path when we cross eachother so I can’t say for sure if he does this to others but considering this behaviour has built up over time - and Sham by nature is very appeasement oriented- it’s likely not an exclusively Sham problem

Currently just seems like a shepherd with intense prey drive and probably some of that antsy anxiety that riddles the breed (herders gonna herd)

Also the owner still being nice and saying good morning every day also suggests it’s not just us to me, if my dogs reacted to one specific dog I’d behave differently around that one person. Go around them, avoid them, make distance and figure out why they hate this dog, or zoom past trying to keep my dog distracted without acknowledging this person as to reduce triggering stimuli. He also outright stopped walking to chat today which again, not something I’d personally do if my dog hates this one specific person/dog.

If it’s every single dog and you just don’t care then yeah, you’ll be pretty non chalant about it to anyone and downplay the problem behaviour

But alas we may never know, I’m just glad he’s adding more space and being safer about it now

[revletter]

Two-fer

⭐ A comic script starring Boshi and Geno ⭐

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(Yoshi's Island) (It's the 27th Annual Mushroom Derby. Yoshis and people are everywhere; it's a bit like a fair; clearly a beloved local longtime tourist attraction.) (There's a Yoshi canopy with another big banner that says "Partner Up Here!") (Most of the Yoshis on a big chart already have names written alongside them) (dialogue from off panel:) PERSON 1: I'd like to enter with this blue one, please. PERSON 2: Um - you don't want to do that. ———————————— (Under the sign-up canopy, a Yoshi attendant behind the desk is talking to someone who remains out of frame) ???: Is that so? YOSHI ATTENDANT: Yeah, no one rides Boshi! ———————————— YOSHI ATTENDANT (from out of panel): … like… EVER. (View of Boshi in the distance. He is stretching for the race, and growling at a couple of intimidated-looking folks that got too close) ———————————— ???: Fortunate for me. (A wooden hand begins to write on a sign-up sheet) ———————————— [More past the cut]

———————————— (Under the sign-up canopy again. The wooden hand places a small bag of Yoshi cookies on the counter) ATTENDANT: You know you don't get a refund if he says no, right? ???: Of course. ATTENDANT: Okay… they're your cookies… But if you don't mind me asking…

———————————— Yoshi attendant (from off panel): …Why him?

(View of Boshi again. He is looking cool, but his age is showing here; he might be rubbing a sore joint. Out of Boshi's view, a Yoshi parent is nervously shooing their fascinated kids away from him)

??? (from off panel): …I like his little shades.

———————————— (View of the mystery person’s back as he exits - it’s now clear that it’s Geno - and the attendant, holding the sign-up sheet with an expression best described by “old guy stares at paper meme”)

ATTENDANT: Good luck, mister… uh … mister …

(INSET: the signup form, on which "♡♪!?" is written)

———————————— (Geno has approached Boshi; the tone is adversarial. Maybe it's that JoJo walk)

BOSHI: Get outta town, punk. I don't DO riders.

———————————— (Geno, hand on hip. Boshi, looking annoyed)

GENO: It's been a long time since you won. I'm here to fix that.

BOSHI: And just who do you think you are?

———————————— (Geno leans casually against a tree, arms crossed; Boshi just looks more peeved)

GENO: Someone you'll go faster with.

BOSHI: I'm faster SOLO.

———————————— (Geno smiles; his eyes are a little shinier. Boshi looks suspicious)

GENO: Want to bet?

BOSHI: …

BOSHI: Bet what?

———————————— (big panel: The Mushroom Derby!) (Geno's riding Boshi. He's probably used his Boost on Boshi or something, idk. But yeah, they're zoom zoom zooomin')

———————————— (also big panel: Awards after the race!) (Boshi has the first place trophy. He looks blissfully happy, with a hint of tears starting in his eyes.) (He's not wearing his trademark sunglasses, but he is wearing a shirt that says "This is my I PROMISE TO CHILL OUT shirt". Make it somehow obvious that it was made by Geno.)

———————————— (Boshi is walking away from the crowd, now looking strangely downcast and sad. Behind him, a Yoshi parent runs after him, trailed by an enthusiastic small Yoshi.)

YOSHI PARENT: Boshi, wait!

———————————— (Boshi turns. Other Yoshi parents and kids have also followed.)

YOSHI PARENT: Could you… coach my kid?

OTHER YOSHI PARENTS: Mine too! Mine too! They love you! They know all about you!

———————————— (Close up on Boshi, emotional, wide-eyed and smiling, a tear starting down his cheek.)

BOSHI: I… Yeah. Yeah, I bet I could do that.

———————————— (View: Zoomed out behind Boshi surrounded by happy Yoshis. We see the back of his shirt for the first time. It says “COACH”.)

———————————— (It's just after sunset. Wide shot of the island, with one figure on the beach some distance away from the commotion)

———————————— (Geno is wearing Boshi's shades, and looking very satisfied with himself. The first stars to come out are reflecting off of the black lenses)

———————————— (Geno pulls a little Star Hill-style wishing star out of his hat…) (INSET: angle from his perspective - in his hands it says a wish:)

“Man, what I wouldn't do to win my last race! Maybe I could even retire with no regrets…”

———————————— (…And then another, much larger wishing star:)

“… oh, who am I kidding? My life is about to be so empty… will anyone even notice I've stopped? I wish I knew what I was going to do…”

(INSET: The words vanish into happy sparkles)

———————————— (View: from the front - Geno is looking down at the stars in his hands)

GENO: Ready to catch another?

(The wishing stars squeak "ye!")

———————————— (Wider angle - with a glow of magic charging up, Geno winds up a pitch like a baseball player)

———————————— (Wide zoomed-out shot of the entire island, the fading colors of sunset, and the brightening starscape above it. Across the sky fly two little shooting stars.)

[silvercityyir]

Karma read by Michealangelo

AO3

Summary: Based on my headcannon that after the event of Grudge Match, Mikey reads about karma.

This is my first tmnt fanfic, I enjoy writing Mikey and Splinter here since Splinter reminded me of my own parents. it was just a little idea that I once ramble on tumblr and it grew into a fic but only ended up as a one shot because I wasn't able to work on the ideas due to irl stuffs that I need to do. I only wrote about the definitions of karma although I read online article as I write, but I'm sure my way of understanding it is just different because my religion is not budshism or hinduism so the understanding is only surface level. So, apologies in advance, to anyone who's religion is hinduism or buddhism if I offended you with this fic. Originally, want to I wanted to write another chapter and make it a series tittled 'Wise Guy Michealangelo' but I don't really have any ideas for the next chapter so I'll leave it as one shot for now.

English isn't my mother tounge so let me know if I make a mistake grammer, or spellings in the comments.

“Psst, uh, Master Splinter, are you still up?” 

“Michelangelo?” Splinter opened the door to see his son, but rather than the usual mischievous self or at least before the battle nexus rematch a grin full of pride with his happy go-lucky expression, now stood a sheepish turtle “Is there something the matter, my son?”

As he recalled Leonardo was the one who helped Michelangelo for the Battle Nexus rematch which turned into a grudge match but he managed to survive the match. Splinter was slightly worried for Michelangelo with Leonardo’s inner turmoil…anger – Did he get scolded by Leonardo while he was trained? Splinter does not know. He chose not to intervene and told Donnie and Raph not to either. It all worked out just as he prayed for.  

“Remember what you said about karma that day, before Battle Nexus? Somehow I can’t stop thinking about ‘karma’...I know it means like, do bad and I got something worse than that, which happened and after the match that day, then I remember the karma book that you have, I want to read if that’s ok with you. 

There was a pause between them. Splinter blinks twice and his ears shot up.He raised his right arm and pointed beside his head. 

“Get out of my home, ghost,”

“Dad?! It–it’s me, I’m not a ghost, how could you say that?”

“Oh, it is you, Michelangelo, Sorry, I am very sorry my son. It is not like you to request such a thing that I even nearly thought that you were a ghost in disguise. I guess ghosts cannot take form of us mutants”

“Daaaad, I’m not a ghost, I really, really,really, really want to read your karma book. I should’ve come in the morning but I don’t think I really want Leo, Raph and Don weird stares and their ‘lectures’ at me just yet. Especially Raph and Don” 

Mikey whines and hugs him. Splinter pats his on the shell.

“I am very, very sorry, my son, a similar thing happened to Master Yoshi in the past that I was able to bare witness off, I was merely doing what he did at the time, I guess I did not understand why he did so,”

“Wha…?” “That is a tale for another time, I will give you the book, but if you want lessons about it, it shall be in the morning, my son.”

“Hai, Dad.”

 He bowed.

Splinter takes the karma scroll from the shelf and gives it to him. Mikey’s eyes lit up, smiling, like when he receive a comic but as his hands touch the book, Splinter tightens his grip on it, one more thing: 

“Take very care of it, it has notes, hand written by Master Yoshi and his master,” 

“Keep it away from Klunk, dirty spaces and everything else, ” 

He releases his grip on the book and lets his son take it. They both exchange bows and Mikey returns to his room, walking happily, as if he just got a new comic or a new dvd. Splinter feels no worry for the karma book that he gave to Mikey, perhaps he’ll be more focused in his training, his sons are growing up little by little, and he will grow older little by little, time has passed by without realizing.

As a father, his heart feels heavy for Leonardo’s mental state since Shredder’s defeat, what should he do? What should he tell him? He tries not to worry too much. He’ll work something out, perhaps tomorrow he should meditate with all four of his sons. 

Leonardo often meditates in his free time with incense or candle but he did not smell any of it tonight instead there was a small sound woosh from above, only Leonardo’s room had a long piece of worn fabric at the door. Splinter’s ears could only flick at sound from what it seems to be the source of the sound as he closed his eyes and let his body rest for the night.

For a moment, he recalled the tale he had told Michealangelo about, he was surprised that he remembered the spirit bothering Master Yoshi who was bothered by his restless sleep and he stood his ground, telling it to get out of his apartment. 

Splinter had no voice back then but his admiration for Yoshi was astonishing as ever. Yoshi, on the other hand, thought that he was frightened by the ghost, he could not bring himself to ‘correct’ him even if he had a voice.

“Have I made the right choice, Master Yoshi? It was yours and Ancient One’s book after all.”

Splinter sat down and gazed at the framed photo of his Master.

“I trust Michelangelo, he has always been a cheeky boy since he was a baby, always have, he can be overconfident when he is confident but he is optimistic and idealistic, I do not worry about him now.” 

“If I made a wrong choice, will you come and haunt me?”

The photo said nothing. 

“I’m only joking.”

Splinter chuckle. 

As he was about to sleep. He heard something from outside of his room. He rather not guess and went to sleep. 

____________________________________________________________________________

He just wants to lie down and read the karma book but it seems that Klunk has dominated his bed. And Mikey finds his beloved cat, Klunk, sleeping with her belly up, and her paws almost like she was jumping like a cartoon character yelling ‘yahoo’.

He is laughing, wheezing, clutching his stomach as tears welling up his eyes.

“I-I– can’t believe you sleep– like tha–’’

He felt something bending against his plastron–The karma book! Mikey immediately pull himself upright, checking the book's condition. Luckily, it did not bend so much. He let out a sigh of relief.

“Good thing you’re ok,”

He looked back at Klunk that slept soundly with an extreme pose, stroking her head before taking the pillow and dropped himself to the extra blanket on the floor. He lay on his stomach comfortably and he read and read throughout the night. 

When he had finished reading the book, he looked at the time at the alarm clock on the floor, it is five a.m. Morning already! 

Strange, what time did he ask Splinter to borrow the book again? Like he would know, he did not look at the clock, rather just waiting for his brothers to sleep then went out and ask him for it – but he shook his head, put the karma book on top of his pile of comic books before he sinks his head into the pillow and sleeps in peace but his mind voice some questions. loudly. 

What he understood about karma is that, it is not just bad action that leads to a worse future consequences, it can even affect ones life when they reincarnate.

Reincarnate...

An intriguing word that, somehow he cannot explain, it's a word that calms him, or maybe it is sleep embracing him. He wants to ask Splinter and tell Splinter what he understood. But he should sleep first.

[wooahaes]

you can always come to me and hold my hand

pairing: non-idol!yoshi x [foreigner!]fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: food mention. skinship. two softies in love.

daisy’s notes: i wuv him so much..............

This was maybe one of the biggest mistakes you and Yoshinori had made in your lives.

It’d been this... very weird conversation between the two of you. You told him you rarely seemed to celebrate your birthday growing up due to the pains of being born during vacation-y times where you were from, so he’d asked what you wanted to do. You hadn’t really known (the question usually flustered you, and Yoshi knew you struggled with making decisions sometimes), so after some researching of restaurants and typical birthday date plans, the two of you had settled on going out to a nicer restaurant than you usually went to. You got all dolled up, makeup and nice dress and everything, and eventually the two of you were sat across from one another in a cozy little corner without anything ordered yet.

(Truthfully, the two of you had been there for about fifteen minutes, just staring at the menu and idly chatting about what you thought about wanting.)

He went quiet, though, and finally looked up. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“Thank fuck,” you mumbled softly, but you heard the way he snorted. “Who suggested this place?”

“Jihoon,” he said, already reaching for the nice jacket he’d draped over his chair upon coming in (this place had been hotter than either of you expected). “He said he brought his partner here once and that the steak was delicious...”

You were sure it was. But celebrating your birthday here felt off. Maybe the two of you could come back sometime to celebrate something that felt a bit bigger. A work promotion or an anniversary (ooh, that was a nice idea--you’d file it away for next year) or maybe even an engagement. Just not a birthday so early in in your one-year relationship.

He was the one who told the waiter you’d be leaving with a stumbling excuse about something coming up, and the two of you left and immediately took off upon being out of sight. Standing on a street corner, the two of you began to make other plans. Another place the two of you could go that felt more laid-back, even if the two of you would be overdressed for it.

Yet when you looked up to mention another place, you’d seen the stars in his eyes as he gazed at you. You didn’t think he even noticed he said it, but the quietest “Pretty...” had slipped from his mouth as he looked at you, reaching out to wipe a strand of hair from your face. Then he caught himself staring, and quietly apologized. It reminded you of the time the two of you first met through Jihoon: he’d been hyping up his friend for a while, and Yoshi had nearly spilled his water on himself when saying the same thing.

(Jihoon had later texted you to tell you to take the first step if you were interested. That Yoshi clearly liked you, but he’d respect the fact that the two of you barely knew one another and wait until you were ready. It ended with you calling Yoshi yourself and asking to get to know him better. A few months of subtle flirting and casual dating later, and you’d been the one to ask him out, officially.)

“Sorry,” he said again. “You look great.” Then he paused, a sheepish look crossing his face. “Did I say that already?”

“You did,” you giggled, leaning in for a quick kiss. “But that’s okay. As I was saying...”

The two of you confirmed the place. Sure, it was your birthday, but both of you knew you valued his input on things. It might be your birthday, but you didn’t want him to go somewhere where he wouldn’t like anything and be miserable all for the sake of making you happy. His joy was your joy, and yours was his.

With his hand in yours, the two of you started off on the nearest place with good, cheaper food. It’d be a bit of a walk, and despite his offers to pay to get a cab, you wanted to spend the extra time alone with him. He intertwined his fingers with your own, smiling to himself when you said it aloud, and changed the topic back to what you’d been discussing earlier--movies, probably, but you’d forget the exacts later. All you committed to memory was the way that his hand felt so perfect in your own, and the way it felt like you two just slotted together like it was meant to be. Like he had stepped into your life and filled a space you never knew was missing until you met him.

At some point, you’d gently tugged on his arm to stop him. He had done so, turning back to you to ask what was wrong, only for you to kiss him quickly. Just to do it while the two of you were alone for a moment. You’d rejoin the rest of the world soon--you could see people on the upcoming street ahead--but for now you just wanted to savor having a little moment with him underneath the stars.

When you pulled back, you found the stars in his eyes again. They were prettier there anyway. “What was that for?” He asked, and you could see how red his face was becoming.

“I love you,” you said. “I just wanted to show you that.”

“You don’t have to,” he said quietly. “I know you do.” He slipped his hand into yours. “I love you, too, by the way.” He looked back down at his phone where he’d pulled up the app and input the restaurant. “It’s a little farther... Are you tired of walking? I think we can get a cab up here...”

“I’m fine, honey.” You squeezed his hand gently. “Thank you for worrying about me.”

He smiled at you again, and the two of you began to walk again, side by side, hand in hand. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[afreakingdork]

It's On the Tip of My Tongue

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader One-Shot

Warnings/Tags: Explicit Content, Aged-up Turtles, Established Relationship, Love, Romance, Cunnilingus, AFAB Reader, Masturbation, Cum Play

Synopsis:  Your boyfriend goes above and beyond after offering to teach you Japanese.

Also avaliable on Ao3

Written for the prompt✨Donnie's Love Language is Learning✨

I am so honored and inspired to be surrounded by such incredible writers and artist on a daily basis! This one goes out to y'all plus more specifically @amutantturtleenthusiast and @shiftandshade for literally giving me the premise on a silver platter. Both of your brains blow me away on a daily basis. Pun intended!

Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

“What are you?”

Staring hard at the foreign letters on the package you were holding, you glared at the tiny mascot that looked like a buff praying raisin.

Donnie who was a few feet away with a basket tucked into curled arm, barely shot you a glance. “Try the tag.”

“It just says Nobel!” You gripped, turning the parcel over only to find a slew of even smaller font of what looked like walls of doodled strokes.

Sighing as if he were put out, he made the few step trek. You offered him the candy and he instead leaned into your space to review it. “Otoko Ume.” He gave a light scoff. “Man plum, I believe it’s supposed to be a manly amount of sour.” He pointed to the mascot. “Hence whatever this is supposed to be.”

“You had it before?” Turning into him brought your faces closer together.

“I prefer sweeter fruit chews.” He gently knocked the side of his head against yours and moved away.

Watching him depart with a warm smile, you went back to the candy with a tepid frown. Your brow scrunched and then rose as you snapped your neck back towards him. “Wait, did you read this?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged and went back to debating chips.

“You can read Japanese?”

“You’ve met father aka Splinter aka Lou Jitsu aka Hamato Yoshi dozens if not hundreds of times at this point.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never heard him speak it!”

He gave you a look that somehow both read disappointed and incredulous. “You do realize how that sounds?”

You grit your teeth and crinkled the packaging with nervous fingers. “Ok, look-”

He turned to you with dubious attention, folding his arms in way that caused the basket to jut out like a plastic welt.

“We’ve been together for how long?” You needed to reframe.

“Four years, 7 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days.”

He always spouted off the knowledge like it was nothing. You adored that he kept a running tally.

“And this has never come up in the slightest!?” You swung out your hand to make the point, but it just made it look like you were offering him the candy.

He reached out and plucked a corner of it between a thumb and finger to place it back on the shelf. “Can that be…?” With an extra adjustment to make sure the bag was in line with its brethren, he resumed his crossed stance as he processed the data. “Hm, you may have a point.”

Sighing out of sheer relief, you switched to eyeing him up. “Let’s hear it then.”

He gave it another moment of thought before grabbing a bag of nori shio chips. “Pa-pa tried to teach us when we were very young to varying degrees of success.”

He dropped the selection into the basket and you walked over to scan the savory snacks.

“I’m not sure to the extent, but Raph can certainly maintain day to day conversation. Dad will sometimes switch over when he’s really tired and Raph mirrors the speech. I’ve always meant to test if he’s aware he does it.”

Tempering your eureka moment, you found a bag of snacks you had always wondered about and quickly offered them to Donnie.

He scarcely glanced at it. “Kameda Kakinotane, they’re baked soy sauce rice crackers and peanuts.”

Pulling the package back, you marveled at finally having secured the knowledge that had eluded you.

“Mikey took to reading. When he was real small he’d sit in Dad’s lap and make him slowly read out the ‘pretty letters.’ He maintains accounts on multiple Japanese art sites and I’ve seen him flagging pages from imported books to look back at…” Donnie tipped his head to the side and gave a huff. “I can’t remember the last time I heard him speak it out loud. That’s annoying.”

Still putting a majority of your focus into listening, another package that had vexed you caught your eye so you moved to hold it out.

“Amanoya Himemaru, it’s a fried salty/sweet rice cracker.”

Lighting up, Donnie already had the basket offered out as you shifted to drop them in. You gave him a thankful smile which he lazily returned with a nod. 

“As soon as Leo took to Señor Hueso it was all over. That peabrain of his doesn’t seem to be able to hold two languages at once; he dumped all the Japanese for Spanish, if he even had any.”

“Which just leaves the star of the family.” You shifted your body weight to one hip and Donnie regarded you fondly.

“Fluent, as you can image.” He slunk down and around you awaiting further praise.

“Of course.” You gave it in the form of a stroke to his cheek that curled down the scratch that place he liked his beneath his chin. You felt the brunt of his rumbling churr along with a softening of his features in delight.

He allowed it for a moment before reigning himself in as he seemed to remember you were out in public. “Along with a few other languages that were self-taught.”

“My genius.” You hummed, stepping with purpose towards another aisle.

He followed as you approached the daunting wall of teas. The lead position meant he couldn’t see you. Using this time, you crafted your most puppy-like gaze before rounding it on him. It sputtered out as he had already steeled his features into a hard icy line. You almost missed the days when you could routinely catch him off guard to your advantage. He knew you far too well now and though you preferred it, sometimes you wish he’d let you get off once in awhile.

“I’m not going to read off all the labels.”

Your shoulders slacked and your head rolled back in defeat. “Come on!”

“There’s an English proverb that comes to mind…” He feigned thinking even though you both knew he already had the information locked and loaded.

“Yeah, yeah…” You whined.

“’Teach a man to fish.’” He spared you by only reciting a portion.

Your displeasure distracted you for a moment and then you bobbed as the intention hit you. “You want to teach me?”

“If…” His guard lowered in a small and timid way that translated the importance of this gesture. It wasn’t some snide force of information to correct you where public education had failed. It was his family’s culture. Your heart was faulty of bursting before he even finished what he was saying. “… you would be interested in that.”

“Yes.” You had tempered your shout which was a good start, but the urge to tackle him was off the charts. You settled for pressing your arm to his free one and weaving your five digits between his three for a tight squeeze. He showed his appreciation for you holding back by pressing a kiss to your temple.

The air then rapidly change as he parted with your conjoined hands in marched tow. “Let’s begin. Dearest, you picked the perfect place to start!” You balked and he used your surprise to trade the basket into your hands. He then posed in front of the green teas and brought a finger to attention. “Here we have ‘oh-cha,’ or tea. Some might believe this refers to only green tea, but if we dig into the radicals of the characters than we reveal something delightful about the language…”

He droned into both a heady lesson in tea and Japanese that would keep you both at the little specialty grocery store until closing. After getting scolded by an employee and finally making your purchases, you’d somehow been able to coax your purple turtle back to your apartment. You’d been unable to reign that mouth of his in as he doubled all of his sentences throughout your nighttime routine. Even into the kiss goodnight under the covers did he whisper sweet nothings on that dual tongue of his. It would have been sweeter if you weren’t exhausted. You could still hear the syllables as you drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke, you found yourself snuggled in tight with a cold emptiness beside you. It wasn’t unusual as it was hard to keep Donnie tied down to a mattress for sleepy mornings, so you hobbled up to look for your partner. He was nowhere nearby and the silence that chased your search seemed to indicate he had gone out. Bleary and sleep drunk, you stared at a bright pop of neon purple on the wall opposite you. It was curious enough that you left the comfort of your covers to investigate. Against your body’s protest, you gave a half smile as it came into view. It was a translation for the word ‘wall’ with a Romanized version for pronunciation and two sets of characters. You seemed to remember something about the three alphabets, but you weren’t sure which were on the note.

Resisting the urge to take it down, you turned and caught another purple note on your nightstand. You reached to touch the one on your alarm clock and caught sight of another pressed to the surface of the table as well. Getting a sinking feeling in your stomach, you rubbed your eyes. With renewed gaze, you came to find there were about five sticky notes on the nightstand alone. Foreboding sensations tickled your fingers as you spun around and started to take in just how many surfaces in your apartment were labeled. The purple notes popped up in nearly every inch of the space in some shape or form. It would have been impressive if not for how daunting it was.

Shirking it off, you headed to the bathroom to wash up. It marked the beginning of your battle with the annotations. The one marking the mirror was set in the dead center so you had to move it to see your reflection. The one wrapped around your toothbrush had to be completely set aside and the one on the toothpaste fell off as soon as you picked up the tube. The clipping on your face wash then fell into the sink and the one on your hairbrush had picked up an errant strand to its adhesive. Trying to cool your heated nerves, you went to get dressed and thankfully found no signs of that accursed neon amongst your clothes. Suspicious, you grabbed a shirt and turned to find a detailed manifest taped to sliding door of your closet instead.

You praised yourself for not ripping the thing to shreds and moved in an angry stupor on your couch. Across from you a note clearly sat against the screen of the TV, blocking a little square of the screen in the top center. You stared at it with wide furious eyes as the lock turned at your door. You turned that same look on the only person who had a key.

Donnie slipped in with a brown bag tucked into one arm and did a jaunty little twirl into locking the door back up. He then turned with a bright smile. It didn’t falter as he passed short glance at your furious expression. He brushed past it and headed to the kitchen. Climbing up into the couch, you watched him over the back of it as he sat the bag down and proceeded to get some plates.

“If that’s breakfast than I might be inclined to not get as mad about… all of this.” Looking around it didn’t take long for you to point you the nearest glaring neon offense.

He followed your arm and then gave you a genial nod which you read as a confirmation. It wasn’t like him to be so quiet. Where you had been annoyed, suspicion took over. Doing a half roll, half jump over the couch, you joined him in the kitchen as he laid out two wrapped bodega breakfast sandwiches. The scent distracted you and you reached for one before registering your arm was in motion. He peppered a napkin on top of your plate as a precaution to what would certainly be a messy ordeal and you left him in favor of taking your bounty back to the couch.

You had already gotten a few greasy bites in when he finally came around and set his plate on the coffee table. Through your own chews you watched as he then moved the sticky note on the TV and returned to you. He took a seat beside you and muttered a phrase you swore you had heard in any number of anime before he picked up his sandwich to eat. The curious silence ebbed between bites and when you went for the remote, you didn’t find it in its typical place. Donnie was pretty good about keeping the apartment in order for easy retrievals and you swiveled your head to look for the device. You found it instantly in a green hand and watched as he flicked the TV on. It instantly came alive and within moments you found you couldn’t understand what they were saying.

You slumped back into the cushions. “Of course, you somehow already have it set to some Japanese channel!”

He responded and it took you another beat to realize it hadn’t been another comment from the TV.

“What?” You turned to him, your sandwich already falling to the wayside.

He turned to you and the aura of smugness rolling off of him was palpable. He then went on to not only repeat whatever he had said initially, but rattle off a few more sentences that you presumed were an explanation.

You gave a hollow laugh. “No.”

One of his eye brows lifted in a manner that said the opposite.

“You’re not.”

He said something else in Japanese and went back to eating.

“Of course!” You shouted and looked around frantically. In this sense he was the immovable object, so you were already on the hunt for a work around. Over the years you’d found yourself quite adept an levyig your quick thinking against his staunch attitude. He’d grown humble in some ways, but when he was hyperfocused, you had to get creative. Not finding what you were looking for, you remembered where you had started your day. You found your phone under yet another sticky note in the bedroom. Balling up the bit of paper and tossing it into the trash, you typed out a message.

You: You’re just not going to speak English anymore?

Positioning yourself in the door of the bedroom you watched as Donnie took his time unearthing his phone from his pocket. He then regarded the text and then shot you cocksure grin before typing something out. You waited for your phone to vibrate before looking down.

Mauve Menace 💜: 言語を学ぶ最良の方法は、没頭することです。

That contact nickname had never been more fitting. You smiled regardless because it had been exactly what you expected and you copied the text into a translation window. Your gambit had worked out, but you scowled at its contents.

“Don, I love you and I want to do this, but… you gotta give me a break!” You crossed the room and over to him. Your shift in attitude had him placing his meal back down on the coffee table and extending an arm to you. As you drew close he wrapped it around your leg. “I’ll learn fast this way, yeah.” You reached down and gently cradled his chin where he was already looking up at you. “I need breaks though. My mind doesn’t work the same as yours.” You bent down to place a kiss to the top of his head which he dipped down to make more accessible. “Let’s set up a schedule and do immersion blocks during certain hours? Does that sound ok?”

Though he was still sat on the couch, he scooted to the edge and tugged your leg until your body was flush with his shoulder. He then rested his head against your stomach and thought the proposal over. You waited patiently and twirled your fingers into his little mask tails. When he seemed satisfied, he released you.

“Alright.”

“Ah, English to my ears!” You sang and dipped down to give him another kiss. He met it and you crossed him to drop back into the couch with a plop.

“The labeling…” You glanced at the closest one on the coffee table. “Maybe when I have a little more understanding I’ll come to like them, but for right now there’s way too many. I’m more of a hands-on sort of learner.” You laid your head against the arm rest and debated grabbing the rest of your breakfast.

Donnie gave a little thoughtful hum and mumbled something that you were sure was English, but still didn’t make it to your ears.

You gave your own curious response that he could either leave if he were chugging down a thought train or indulge if he were in a sharing mood.

In a mixed bag of both, he got to his feet. He continued to rattle off a series of what you now could identify as disjointed thoughts. It was the kind of thing he did when he was in a formulation state. You watched as he predictably headed to his desk. He kept his lab in the safety of the sewers, but when you’d chosen to cohabitate, you’d made sure he had space to work on any non-lethal projects.

Curious as to whether he’d go the old fashioned route of digital for what you presumed was a blueprint, you watched as he instead clambered for a box of parts. He then scowled at them, dumping the pieces into another such bin and using the now empty container to push all the work atop his desk into. It was enough to bring you to an upright position; he rarely treated his paperwork so poorly.

You were about to ask when he rounded on you with a manic eye. His body language shifted to tender, but that edge to his gaze said it was a sort of put on. Regardless, your body responded when he ghosted his hands over your shoulders and propped a knee up on the couch. Using the stability, he then crowded you and his lips pressed greedily into yours with enough pressure that you laid back down. By the time he encouraged you to slip your arms around his neck, you had almost forgotten about the strange display. His hands cascaded down your body, massaging your thighs in a way that coaxed them apart. Slotting himself there, his tongue attempted to drown yours and you had a far away thought that he was rushing when he hadn’t even seemed in the mood just a few moments ago.

A single rock into your center caused the thought to evaporate. He kept the pressure vague but ever-present as the pawing make-out session continued. You were near delirious when he pulled back. You watched with a love drunk gaze as he studied you from where an elbow held him up on one side of your head. Admiring his work, he wiped a bit of drool from your lower lip with his thumb and then beamed you an all too saccharine smile.

“I think we’re ready to begin.”

“Uh-wha?” You hadn’t regained the ability to sharpen consonants yet when he left you.

“With the lesson, darling!” He beamed as if that were patently obvious.

You stared at him dumbly and he dipped down to pick you up. One arm slipped under your knees while the other cradled your shoulders. Despite your confusion, you snuggled up to him as he carried you over to his desk. He deposited you right in the center of it and took great care to adjust your seating. When he felt satisfied, you were perched on the very edge with your legs dangling off of it. He dropped down onto his knees before taking one of each of your own in either of his hands. He pressed them together which translated all the way up your thighs. It made the slick between your legs all the more apparent.

Still trying to process what was happening, he set his chin atop your legs and watched you with what you could only describe as an abuse of innocence.

“Donnie… what’s going on?”

“You…” The angelic softness in his eyes caramelized before you as he rose up smoothly into your face. He then tilted his head as if he were going to kiss you, but instead continued, “... said you preferred experiential learning. As do I, so let’s learn.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the lacquer in his tone and he shifted back to his knelt stance. You had the faint idea of protesting, but he then hooked a finger into either side of your shorts. 

“Speaking can come later. We’ll schedule it, as discussed, but there’s a little thing we should work on first…”

It took you a moment to find your voice. “Y-yeah?”

He nodded and trailed his fingers around to the button in the front. “The tongue is a muscular organ that among its many jobs helps to manipulate language.”

He was methodically about undoing the stud and you felt the need to anchor yourself to the edge of the table as he dragged the zipper down at a painfully slow pace.

“Its dexterity is of utmost importance and something I’d like to demonstrate to you along with some basic characters before you get into it yourself.”

Your nod started small and then grew eager as he trailed his hands back to your sides. Glad you had a solid grip, you brought your hips up and he slipped both your shorts and underwear off in one go. You sucked a breath in through your teeth as he set them aside, carefully, on a chair before returning to you.

“To clarify, today we’re focusing on Hiragana. Do you remember what that is?” He kissed one of your knees and your jaw fell slack.

Trying to pick it up and swallowing the rapidly accumulating moisture in the process, you licked your lips.  “It’s… an alphabet?”

“That’s not as specific as I’d hoped, but you aren’t wrong.” He awarded you by slowly pulling your legs apart. Your body arched instinctively as the collected honey threaded strings between the two sides of your inner thighs. He drew close and shot it an approving gaze before turning it up on you.

“Don-” His name hitched as you melted under the searing look.

“46 characters representing syllables that allow us to write Japanese words, conjugation endings, and grammar particles.” He drawled on as he settled himself into the most comfortable position. It ended with his face right between your legs and his hands wrapped around your legs with a grip on the outside of each thigh. “Let’s start with some monographs, what do you say?”

“Yes, please, just-” You strangled the desperation and tried to translate it into your face.

A fond look broke through his molten façade and he gave a quick peck to your left thigh in what you sensed was an acknowledgement of how well you were playing along. You pried one of your hands free from the table to cover his with a light squeeze to translate something similar.

A flicked gaze back to your core and he was all burning business again. “There are a series of characters that happen to follow along the English vowels…”

You wished you could mouth a response, but the anticipation was throttling your voice.

“Starting from the top.” He closed the gap and pressed his face into your heat. Your head rolled back as he adjusted and then the scorch of his tongue darted out. He made precise strokes and it tore a sound out of you.

“Ah!”

He pulled back just enough so he could speak, “Exactly, unlike our vowels though, Japanese handles the long and short forms differently where need be. For this character, it’s that single sound.”

He immediately pressed his snout into you again and shifted the angle. His tongue dipped between your folds and you huffed.

“Oo!”

“Perfect.” His hot breath tickled you and you squirmed. “You just need to ensure the right mouth shape to make it distinct from...” He surged forward, tracing a hot line down towards your center, but not quite pressing in.

“Oh!”

He was a little slower to retreat and took his time gathering the moisture weeping there. “Do…” He swallowed. “Do you hear the difference? The う is like ‘too’ and the お is like ‘coat.’”

You rolled your hips forward, unable to answer.

“Two more, you’re doing incredible.”

His encouragement brought a pathetic whine up your throat as he nosed into you again. You seized up as he first tasted you then distinctly making the strokes that flicked directly over your clit.

“Ee!”

He rumbled in a way you vaguely understood as affirmative before going for another pattern. Its precise tongue movement didn’t rip a sound from you and for the first time you became semi-cognizant to what he was doing. Memories of him eating you out over the years reeled by as his tongue made flat stimulating laps. He’d been able to finesse his ministrations to the point where he knew exactly where to lick to get you to make the exact sound he desired. You might have been scared of his accuracy had he not finally shoved the thick of his tongue into your hole. A lengthy moan passed your lips and you forewent the table to hold directly onto his head. He awarded you with a few pumps of his tongue before pulling all the way out and putting a several more inches of distance between his face and your pussy than he had yet.

You nearly cried and a pathetic sound trickled out of you. “Eh…”

He panted heavily, shaking his head with a growl. “All five.” He gave your thighs a congratulatory squeeze. “Though that latter one may have sounded like the English ‘e,’ it’s actually interpreted as the ‘i,’ while the former is then the inverse of that.”

You rolled your head from where it was thrown back to look at him in a scandalized fashion.

He smiled darkly. “To recap, that’s い for ‘easy,’ like how easy it is to make you cum and え as in ‘wet’ and how I soak you through after just a few kisses.”

You wanted to scream at him. That fury in your eyes caught his and he gave another easy smile.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

The fury petered out and you watched for that affectionate switch to occur. Instead, his blown out pupils read that he was barely holding back. If it had been there, you might have interjected with the amount you held, instead his burning gaze brought out your mimic. “How much?”

“Let me tell you.” He murmured and shot forward. His grip on your legs was bruising and now all his ministrations were exact. A scream surged from your belly and you caught it with clenched teeth. The table rocked as he wrote out an epic with his tongue alone. You scarcely wondered how many pages this explanation would take up as the coil tightened with each twist of brush. He wove a love letter through your folds and across your clit while taking time to dot off sentences with a pump into your core. It was just enough pressure that your arms gave out and you slacked back, caught only by his wall of monitors. You had zero concern for their state as blood rushed in your ears and you could feel your peak coming on. Without your limbs to translate this, you squeezed his head between your thighs to give him some kind of signal. The fingers curled in on one of his hands and you felt the appendage then wave. Despite both your positions, you recognized it as ASL for ‘yes.’

You wanted to strangle the multilingual love of your life.

Instead, he seemed to finish his soliloquy and then attach himself directly to your clit. You came as soon as he did, his tongue eas you from the high as the spring rhythmically compressed and released. His grip on your legs soon loosened and he took great care in licking up the extra slick you generated. Satisfied, his head lolled back and he swiped that magnificent tongue of his over his lips.

His head rested against your inner thigh and you slowly regained the ability to move your arms. Once you had enough control, you used them to pull yourself from his screens and give him a sheepish look. He shrugged it off and rubbed his cheek against you to telegraph that it was alright. You smiled and reached out, needing to touch him more. Brushing your knuckles against his cheek, your tried to keep your lids open. “That much, huh?”

“That much.” He agreed.

You gave a wistful sigh and the inability to lean back properly was starting to wear on you. Donnie stood, freeing himself for your legs for only a moment before leaning down to dip an arm under your knees. This time you were ready and reached out to knot your arms around his neck. He spared you a kiss before surprising you by rotating your body so you could lay out long ways across the desk. You were curious for a moment, until he moved and you noticed that it could easily align your throat with his hips. Thinking this was what he intended, one of your legs came up in a lazy bend and you adjusted your shoulders.

He watched you lazily before going for his waistband. It was a stretchy sort of garment that made for easy transition between day to day and ninja vigilantism. As he prepared to slip it off his hips, you caught the telltale outline as he shimmied the fabric.

“You dropped?” You wondered with a half-lidded gaze.   

“Can you blame me?” His pants fell away and he stepped out of them. His cock bobbed lazily now that it was free and he reached down to fist the base. “You did so good in your lesson.”

“It’s already over?” You murmured, biting your lowering lip and unable to look away as he slowly tensed the skin forward.

“No and…” He gave himself a few hard strokes before blowing out a shaky breath. “It’s bad form because I would prefer the lecture had flow, but I’d like to cap off today’s teaching with something a little more complicated.”

“I like the sound of that.” You hummed in agreement, wondering when he’d let you take him.

You watched with a growing furrow in your brow as he moved to jerk himself off to a steady rhythm.  

“Can I…?” You drew out the question, pushing up onto one shoulder.

He shook his head and stepped in closer. The wet slap of his fluids resonated in your ears. “I want to watch you.”

“Watch me?” You finally broke eye contact with his cock to search his face. “But I’m not-”

“You’re doing everything.” He corrected sternly.

Your mouth snapped shut and you lay back tensely. He continued to slide his fist from hilt to tip with his speed increasing incrementally.

You studied him until it came to you. “Explain it to me.”

His lips parted with a heady little chirp.

“Teach me.”    

“My star pupil.” He groaned into the praise and paid extra attention to his flared head. “While we say it-” He stuttered and his hips bucked into his hand. “-casually. In Japanese culture, you don’t say ‘I love you,’ you show it. If it is said…” He trailed off, drinking you in with a long dragging gaze. “… it makes it all the more special.”

You nodded, curious if this was meant to be a demonstration. It didn’t feel quite right. Though he didn’t say it as often as you did and he was very good at acts of services as illustrated. The more you thought, the more you came to notice he didn’t fit neatly into any of the love languages. In the time your relationship had grown, you found that he completed each in his own way. Instead of overt touch, he preferred little, more meaningful brushes. He’d gone from plying you with inventions to making the occasional one that meant all the more. Quality time had been through the roof since you’d moved in together and you’d often wound up sharing space with one another, content doing separate things. Overcome with the many memories, you came back to yourself as the slap of his fist against his now soaked plastron seemed deafening. You could barely trace his hand as his pace became erratic.

“You.” He heaved the word. “You.” He repeated and turned his body. In a few last desperate tugs, ropes of his semen cascaded down your torso. You gasped at the sudden heat of them and barely registered when he shot forward as soon as the last of it ribboned out. His insane reflexes came into play and this time you couldn’t follow his hands at all as they danced over your belly. You gawked as he then pulled away, one of his fists dripping with his own release. Still feeling remnants, you looked down to find a clear set of characters spelled out in what was left.

 You craned up onto your elbows in attempt to read what was written on your body without disturbing the fluid.

He leaned in close and pointed with his free hand as he mouthed, “’Eye-she-teh-ee-mah-ss.’”

You sat up just a bit more and he threaded an arm around your shoulders to support your weight. “Again.”

With his head now right beside yours, he seemed to surprise slightly, but complied.

“One more…” You urged, turning to ghost your lips over his.

He repeated the words and drank you in with a kiss.

You didn’t let it linger and pulled back. Biting your lip, you set your gaze and carefully enunciated what you’d heard. “愛しています”

His lips crushed you back into the table and you could feel him move to grab you but falter with a handful of his cum impeding the action. Clearly annoyed, he broke away to tissue the fluid away before returning with more. He wiped you clean before urging you to your feet which became immediately apparent as a transfer to the bed. He made the trek slow and you huddled close to him. “How did that not flow?”

He gave a dry chuckle and you gave into the sheets. “Only one character I taught you ended up being in the final phase.”

“い” You noted.

He had been in the process of crawling into bed with you and caught you in another crushing kiss.

Pulling back breathless, you could feel a long day of intimacies coming on and wanted to clear one last thing up before it was too late. “And watching me?”

“Working up the nerve to say something that important.” He responded swiftly with that smug grin of his. “Seeing you sprawled out for me, having let me do that to you, and indulging all my little idiosyncrasies…” He reached over and plucked a sticky note from the bedside table.

You promptly snatched it from him and tossed it aside. “It’s that kind of love.”

He grinned and you both fell back into each other’s embrace.

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