#anyway hey guys i love tech and i love it when it takes over your life and makes you digitally immortal through your creations

[radonatomix]

don’t touch the sun

[inkdrinkerworld]

no cause dick getting protective when they're at a gala and some old rich guy starts implying that y/n doesn't belong there cause they don't come from wealth

you're the best writer on this app btw!!!

That’s so sweet! I hope you enjoy this

“Why are they here?” You hear it once when you walk in and then again when Dick comes up behind you and drops a kiss to your cheek.

“They just don’t fit.”

Dick doesn’t hear until he’s dishing out your dinner, your plate being shared for both your tastes.

“You could do better, Grayson.” First he thinks it’s about his choice of food- which he doesn’t care about but then he follows the man’s gaze and frowns.

His eyes narrow, taking in the heavy set man beside him.

“Excuse me?”

He’s really trying not to flip out. He doesn’t want to make a scene at Bruce’s fancy gala but he will, he knows he will, if this man says anything out of place.

“Your date. You could’ve gotten anyone, anyone who fit in with the rest of us.” The way he says ‘us’ really grates on his nerves. As if money would matter to Dick, as if it would make a difference to your personality.

“You’re wrong. Money doesn’t always equate to value you know. Maybe you should worry more about your house than what goes on in my life.”

Dick walks off without another word and finds you sitting at your table with only Damien as company- he isn’t as bad as Dick tries making him look.

“Hey baby,” you smile softly, eyes pleading with Damien who doesn’t look the least bit remorseful as he tattles to Dick.

“Some of these old guys are real pieces of work. They don’t even realise that they’re being robbed right under their noses but they think they have the right to comment on dating preferences.”

Dick’s eyes are ablaze. “They said something to you?” You shrug.

“It’s not a big deal, bigots are bigots no matter where you go.”

Dick and Damien find it very big deals but you distract Dick, Damien’s called off by Bruce who gives you a nod that makes you smile.

“Baby, it’s fine. It’s what they’re like and they’re old; they hardly change their mind. Not until they’re on their deathbeds anyway.”

Dick sighs and you decide to pull out the big guns. You walk over to his chair and sit across his lap, your nails burying in his hair as your lips press to his ear.

“Let it go Grayson, it doesn’t bother me and it shouldn’t bother you.”

“Boils my fucking blood that they think they can just say those things no problem.” You hum, kissing his jaw.

“Don’t do anything crazy, Richard.”

He only groans, holding on to your hip as his hand reaches for something off the plate.

“No promises. I love you, just the way you are.”

You smile, eating straight from his hands. “I love you just the way you are, too. Which is why I know you and Damien are going to retaliate, but at least make it untraceable.”

Dick chuckles, “I know my way around tech, pretty girl. It’s one hundred percent untraceable.”

[ronearoundblindly]

Your days were short, but packed full of work, which was strategic. Because by the time you got home, you were exhausted and ready to go straight to bed. And the sooner you got to bed, the sooner you could see Jake, your fiancé, in your dreams. That was the only place, these days, since he’d been away for weeks on a mission that popped up out of the blue. No contact, as per usual. Longer sleeps meant longer dreams with him, but when you walked through the door, tossing your keys down on the entryway table, you weren’t sure if you had somehow already drifted off when you heard the shower running. It was paired with two combat boots kicked off at the end of the hall, and a light humming drifting through the living room you were walking through quickly to verify your suspicions. He was really home.

I'm ready. Let's do this!!! (There is no shirtless-Jake gif and I am SAD.)

Warnings for oral (m receiving), because Lexi is thirsty for shower sex apparently, and some dirty talk (petname of 'babe'). MINORS DNI. There is plenty of all-ages content on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for everyone! WC 805

A high-pitched scream whistles over the fssst of running shower. It’s so subtle Jake doesn’t notice until the thud of front door hits a low note.

“Oh shit,” he mutters, racing to rinse shampoo from his hair and suds off his face.

He grabs the safety bar with a washcloth slung over it and then juts his hand past the curtain to clasp the towel rack, barely in time to brace for the onslaught.

“JAKIE!!!!!”

The plastic shower curtain and its castors are yanked aside, and you squeal in delight, hopping over the lip of the tub—fully-clothed,—throwing your arms around his neck.

One of his feet slips under the weight.

“Hey, babe,” he says into your shoulder of still-dry cotton.

You pull back and smile. At least, he’s fairly certain you’re smiling. You’re blurry, and he’s a bit blind without his glasses.

He can hear you whine just fine though. “Too long, Jake. Way too long.”

Your hands are petting down his naked body, so Jake keeps holding onto the bars for dear life, trying not to eat shit on the slick floor. You continue anyway, fingertips tracing his abs, the cut of his hip, the happy trail he trimmed less than ten minutes ago.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’m sorry for—“ he giggles when you pinch at the tender spot on his side “—got, I mean, we got waylaid. The team…hi."

You wiggle closer, soaked through now, leaning into him and peering up through your lashes.

A goofy grin stretches across his face. "Hi there, cutie.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” you whisper, waiting for his nod. “I love you, but I don’t care. No team talk. No tech talk. Just be home, okay?”

Jake groans obscenely when your hand wraps around his length.

You maintain glassy eye contact. “Been dreaming about this. You miss me, too, big guy? Huh? Ready to come home?”

“Ah fuuuck,” he grunts. “Yes. So ready. Shit…”

It has been too long. Jake climbs so high so fast, he’s dizzy, watching you sink to your knees and take his rapidly hardening cock into your mouth.

“Babe, not gonna—uhnn, Jesus—not gonna last.”

And that was before your other hand started gently rolling his balls!

You can’t judge him for this, right? It’s reasonable he blows his load in three minutes flat when he’s been waiting to fuck you for weeks, isn't it? He even planned to rub one out in the shower to prepare, but here you are, eager and sucking him so perfectly.

You pop off of the head of his dick only for a moment.

“Show me how much you missed me.”

The words are a fierce challenge he’s all-too-willing to accept, so he all but begs for your touch again, one hand finally leaving the towel rack to cup the back of your neck.

“Close,” he gasps. “Just like that.”

Jake’s had his share of dreams, too. None of them hold a candle to the real thing. The feel of your skin beneath his fingers, the tap of your nose to his pubes as you take him as deep as you can, the vibration of a pleasured hums from behind your tongue while you lick patterns along the underside of his cock; he’s done for.

He manages only ascending “oh Oh OH”s in lieu of a coherent warning, but to his sweet lady, it’s obvious. His hips fuck forward that tiny bit more, and Jake curls his torso in ecstasy, clenching his grip into your hair for a split-second before relaxing.

His long, devastating moan starts just as the first spurt of cum hits your lips.

His thighs shake while Jake babbles how much he loves you. He can’t help but get sappy when you make him feel so amazing, giving him this attention and devotion and, yeah, being a horny gremlin like he is.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes, finished at last, home at last.

You turn in the stream of water, spitting down the drain.

Jake helps you stand and hurries to get your wet clothes off only to haul you flush to his body and kiss you.

He’s soft with these, lazy and unhurried, nuzzling your cheek, capturing you over and over for kisses that say ‘I missed you,’ ‘I love you,’ and ‘I need you.’ He hums happily when your hands stop roaming his back and begin playing with his hair.

You’re imitating how he spikes it with product, gently tugging at the frosted tips.

He lets you go to stand under the water he fears might go cold soon.

“Am I beautiful?” Jake preens, his own hands notching at your waist and squeezing instinctively.

He knows how to make you laugh just as much as you know how to make him laugh. Equally, he knows how to make you come, too.

“Alright, dirty girl, how am I repaying the favor?”

[Main Masterlist; Jake Jensen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

A/N: no clue whether this is any good. might be stunted. might come back to edit it. maybe. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[chaosclimber]

shop assistant

Emily kept the smile firmly fixed in place as she watched the man in front of her vacillate. Engagement rings were always a long sales pitch, but at least this one seemed to know his partner’s taste. She only wished he would take her concerns about budget seriously–but then, that was fairly standard for the men she’d helped thus far. As if feeling her patient stare, the tall, pale goth glanced up from the displays and at her. 

God, his eyes were gorgeous. Whoever he was shopping for was a lucky girl. 

“You need not hover over me. I will be some time making this decision–it has to be exactly right.” 

Wow. Someone certainly talked like a period drama. Emily dialed her Customer Service Smile up another notch. “Alright, well, I won’t be far if you need me. Please, don’t hesitate to ask.” With that, she gracefully departed for the main sales counter, where Eric was wrapping up a sale with a perky blonde.

“Hey, Em, is your guy who I think he is?”

Emily rolled her eyes. Eric was constantly thinking people here were celebrities. It never actually panned out to be true, but it didn’t stop him from speculating. She honestly couldn't care less, though. As far as she was concerned, celebrities were just people. There was no need to make a fuss over them–and she wouldn’t, even if this turned out to be whoever Eric was thinking of. “Probably not, but tell me who you think it is anyway. I know it’ll eat at you if you don’t say it.”

“I think that’s one of the Aeturnus family. They’re like...Vanderbilt rich. Old money. Hell, I think if you go far enough back, they’ve got some royal blood from some European country or other…”

“Well, that would explain why he just waved me off when I asked about the budget.” She shrugged. She wasn’t sure she believed it, but there was something just a little off about Tall, Pale, and Gorgeous. And there always seemed to be something with that level of wealth. She would count herself lucky he still treated sales people with respect. She shrugged it off, gossipping with Eric about the tech store across the street–rumor had it the owner was trying to romance one of their employees and not being particularly subtle about it. The employee was into it, but literally everyone else around them was not. 

It was a half-hour later that the man approached her. “There is one which will do nicely with a bit of customization.” He must have seen her open her mouth to talk about the budget once more, because he held up a hand. “Money is no object, I promise.”

“Alright. Let’s see what we can do.” They walked back to the display case, and he pointed out one of the thicker wedding bands marketed towards men. The one he chose was lovely, with a deep red wood polished to a shine. The outside was rose gold–and that, it seemed, was the problem.

“The rose gold does not quite suit my partner’s taste. Perhaps white gold could be arranged.” It was a statement, not a question. 

“Of course. Are there any other alterations you’d like to make?”

“I…” The hesitation seemed…out of character. Whatever the request was, it was clearly the emotional heart of the matter. Emily silently vowed to see it through, no matter what. “...I would like  an engraving on the inside.”

“Of what?”

“I’ve written it out.” He pulled a folded paper out of his pocket. On it was a delicate script, in Latin. Amor Aeturnus Est. Love is eternal. 

“Would you prefer a regular cursive script, or shall we replicate your handwriting?”

There was a blink, the only outward sign of his surprise. “You can do that?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Then, by all means, please.”

“Very well, Mr…” She prompted. Was she fishing for Eric’s sake? Maybe. But she would never hear the end of it if she didn’t at least ask the name. He smiled–only barely, but that was a contrast to his previously neutral expression. “Aeturnus…for now. We shall be hyphenating.”

The rest of the transaction ran smoothly. As soon as Mr. Aeturnus left, Eric all but bounced over to Emily’s station. “How did it go? What is he like?”

Emily rolled her eyes. “He’s normal, Eric. He’s just a guy, buying a ring for his partner.” Even as she spoke, there was a soft smile on her face. She hoped that Mr. Aeturnus’s partner liked the ring–there was a lot of heart that went into choosing it.

As if reading her thoughts, Eric kept on badgering her. “Was it a good ring? Please tell me he picked a good ring, I can’t stand it when rich people have no taste…”

“It will be once his customization is done.”

“Awesome~”

@domaystic All the prompt fills are cross posted to AO3

[goosewriting]

I LOVE the baby post!

Could I request one for raph?

- Beans anon

(Hello! I'm new to your blog :D)

More babies 🥺 (rottmnt Raph x reader)

summary: two turtle babies suddenly appear at the lair, and they suspiciously look a lot like Raph

relationship: Rise!Raph x GN reader (established)

warnings: none I think, just fluff!

word count: 2.1k

A/N: welcome beans anon! enjoy your stay c: the more of these i write, i might just increase the amount of babies that appear lol hope you like this one! ^^

More “Baby 🥺” versions: Leo | Raph (you're here) | Donnie | Mikey

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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You were spending the afternoon at the lair, as per usual. Currently sat on the floor in Raph’s room, you were definitely about to win at Jenga.

“Aw come on, that’s not fair!” he whined as you placed your piece at the top, which you had somehow removed from the side, so that the tower was clearly swinging back and forth, out of balance. Whatever he did now, he would lose.

“Don’t be such a baby~” you mocked him with pouty lips, pinching his cheek.

That was when you heard the cry of an actual baby. You two looked at each other for a second then turned your heads towards the door. Again, another cry.

“You heard that too, right?” you asked him, standing up.

“Yup” he said, as he also rose to his feet.

“This is not over though” you said, pointing towards the fragile wooden tower on the floor. “You’re going down, big guy.”

“We’ll see about that” he smirked and you both left the room, following the noise which seemed to come from the kitchen. As you approached the door, you gave each other a quizzical look. How did a baby get down here anyways? Entering the room you both immediately noticed the giant flaming ring over the kitchen table. It was emanating little yellow zaps, and in front of it, something you couldn’t quite identify, which was producing the cries.

You approached the table to take a better look at it, and the zapping suddenly collapsed in on itself and disappeared with a ‘whoosh’. The bundle on the table perked up at that, and that’s when you realised it was not one baby but two. The bigger one had leaned over the other protectively.

“Hey you two, where did you come from?” you asked in a calming voice, approaching them. Behind you, Raph let out an ‘Aww’. As they finally turned over, you realised it was turtle babies, just like what you imagine Raph and his brothers had looked like when they were little. So clearly these were mutated creatures of sorts.

Turning around at your voice, the babies immediately stretched out their little arms towards you and sniffled. The bigger one crawled on the table towards Raph, while the little one went towards you. You both picked them up in your arms.

“Where do you think they came from?” Raph asked as the turtle tot pulled on his bandana and squealed in glee.

“Not sure, but they don’t seem to be scared of us? Not even you, no offence…” you replied sheepishly. The little turtle in your arms looked at you with big eyes and smiled. She had a similar shade of green as Raph. You noticed that both of the babies seemed to have little nubs and spikes on their shells, just like Raph. Maybe they’re snapping turtles, too?

“Hey guys, did you also hear-” Mikey entered the kitchen but stopped his own sentence as he saw the two of you holding baby turtles in your arms.

“Yeah, we heard” Raph replied and laughed.

“Wha- Who?! How did they get here?” Mikey asked, cooing at the baby in your arms, as it had reached out its arms towards him and grabbed onto Mikey’s finger.

“We know just as much as you do, Mikey. Let’s go ask Donnie” you stated and you all made your way to the lab.

Donnie was welding some tech of his when you entered. As you greeted him, he stopped and pushed up his mask. He took one hard look at the babies and sighed loudly, then pulled the mask down and continued his handiwork.

“Hey!” you protested. “Don’t ignore us! We need to figure out where they came from and how to get them back.”

Donnie stopped once again and laid down his welder. ‘Do we though?’ you heard him mumble under the mask, and you shot him a glare. Realising that he would not be able to finish his contraption today, he took off his equipment and walked around the table to you.

“Where did you find them?” he asked, and looked at the baby in your arms. She squealed happily at the sight and made grabby hands at Donnie, to which he leaned back slightly.

“In the kitchen” you replied, and told him about the yellow lights and how the babies had seemingly just appeared out of nowhere.

Donnie scratched his chin and hummed, already making his way to a drawer. He rummaged for a moment, and took out some sort of device with an antenna and a screen.

“Aha!” he exclaimed. “Let’s go see what traces we find. Sounds to me as if the turtle tots came through a portal.”

He walked past you to go to the kitchen. You were about to follow him when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met with a very nervous looking Raph and the baby soundly sleeping in his arms, cuddled into his chest without a worry in the world.

You had to physically refrain yourself from squealing at the sight; it was too cute.

“What do I do?” Raph whispered, and you just smiled, gesturing to him to follow you. So he did. Both of you went to the living room and sat on the couch. The bigger one in Raph’s arms, which you assumed to be the big brother, was still sleeping soundly. Meanwhile you placed the little sister in your lap, and she looked around curiously. Almost falling over as she looked up at you, she giggled and stretched out her arms again.

“Mama/papa!” she squealed, and your heart stopped beating for a second. You shot Raph a glance, who looked just as shocked and confused as you.

“I don’t think that’s, uhm, possible, little one” you tried to explain to the baby, to no avail. She kept repeating it. Maybe you just looked similar to their parent? They were clearly not human though… The baby then looked up at Raph.

“Papa!” she said, pointing at him.

“Huh-” was all he could say.

Taking another look at the babies, you were suddenly aware how they both had your eye colour, and clearly they had a shell and green tone just like Raph. Maybe… Maybe it was possible? The mere thought of having kids with the turtle of your dreams was enough to have your head explode, your cheeks burning up.

Raph must have been thinking something similar, because he looked at you just as flustered. He avoided your gaze and scratched the back of his neck.

“You know” he broke the silence. “If what Donnie said about the portal is true, and well, uhm. Maybe somewhere else we…"

Still holding the sleeping turtle firmly but gently with one arm, his other one snaked forwards and took your hand in his. The little turtle in your lap squealed in delight and placed her little hands on top of yours. All the while he didn’t break eye contact with you, giving you the most lovestruck look you had seen on him yet. That alone sent you spiralling and your brain went completely blank. Except that it started filling up with images of you and him, the turtle babies, maybe a house somewhere nice. Just a domestic life with your favourite turtle. And apparently your offspring. They’d get their own little bandanas. It would be adorable.

“Okay so, I’ve got the results” Donnies voice approaching both of you brought you back to reality, and you shook your head to rid your mind of these thoughts that were threatening to have you melt into a puddle on the couch.

“So, what is it, Don?” Raph inquired, still not letting go of your hand.

“Well, I found some residue and ran it through my handy-dandy device here” he shook the apparatus in his hand. “And as it turns out, it was indeed a portal, and from the future no less.” He said that last part incredulously, almost scoffing at himself for saying something impossible like that. But the results were clear. Donnie looked up to see you both flustered, and looking like you’d burst out into tears at any given moment, so he didn’t even bother to ask what was going on, instead continuing his explanation.

“And yes, of course I did figure out a way to send them back, thank you so much for asking. It might take a while though, after all I’ll literally be inventing time and space travel.” Running his hand over his face, he turned around and headed back to his lab. “Keep an eye on them in the meantime, will you.”

Giving Raph a reassuring nod, you picked up the little turtle in your arms again. She was starting to doze off as well, and the tiny hands clung onto your shirt. The sight was almost too much to bear. Deep inside you had wished you could spend some more time with the turtle tots, so you were secretly happy that Donnie didn’t have the solution at hand quite yet.

The rest of the day was spent with everyone taking turns to entertain and feed the babies, your jenga game long forgotten.

When it was time to go to sleep, you and Raph lied in his bed facing each other. Your back was almost flat against the wall, as it was even more crammed as usual, with both turtles between the two of you, as they held each other's hands. Raph’s arm was wrapped over them protectively but gently so as not to squish them, and his hand was at your waist.

The four of you were snoozing peacefully, until in the middle of the night the familiar crackling sounds started again. Right next to Raph’s bed appeared a yellow portal. Luckily neither you nor the babies seemed to have heard it, but the red turtle’s ninja senses sounded the alarm and his eyes shot open.

Being careful not to wake you, he removed his arm and turned around, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Who’s there?” he asked in the direction of the portal.

Through the flimmering yellow lights came none other than an older version of Mikey, with a sheepish expression on his face.

“I swear I only let them out of sight for 2 seconds and they had vanished” he apologised. “Took me a while to figure out where they were. They’re still here, right?”

Mikey leaned over Raph’s shoulder, seeing you and the babies happily asleep. He let out a little ‘aww!’ and tilted his head as he took in the scene.

“So you were babysitting and lost them? That’s not a good look, brother” Raph joked, moving to the side for Mikey to carefully pick up the turtles. You stirred as he freed the little sister from your grip, and you pouted in your sleep.

“Shouldn’t we wake Y/n up? I’m sure they’d like to say goodbye at least” Raph commented, knowing you’d be sad in the morning if they just left like that.

“It’s better that I interact with the least possible people here. At least that’s what Donnie is always saying” Mikey explained, giving Raph an apologetic look. Balancing one baby in each arm, he straightened up.

Mikey was about to turn around and say his goodbyes but Raph stopped him, looking back at you to make sure you were asleep, and then turning to Mikey again with a shy blush on his cheeks, unable to meet his eyes.

“So, uhm…” He held his hands in front of his chest, with the tips of his index fingers touching. “About the parents…”

“I think you already know” Mikey chuckled and took a step towards the portal. “I can just tell you this: it’s sooner than you expect” was the last thing he added over his shoulder with a wink, and then hopped through the portal.

The yellow lights swirled around and zapped once, twice, then disappeared, and the room was silent again, except for your even breathing.

Raph just stood there for a moment, trying to not only process Mikey’s last words but also come up with a good explanation to give you tomorrow of why the turtles were gone. He looked at you, took a deep breath and sighed. That would be a problem for tomorrow. For now, he was just glad to know you’d still be together in the future.

Climbing back into bed, he tucked you closer to him and kissed your cheek, whispering good night. Soon enough he was being pulled back into sleep, dreaming of the life you two would share, finding happiness in each other.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Too Fine Too Be Normal

@lexosaurus @hannahmanderr @zombiemerlin

When outsiders have to deal with any member of the weirdo trio it really is best to just roll with the punches. Plus, Orson actually LIKES his techy internet buddy; so what if he’s some kind of superhero pharaoh or something?

Orson blinks at his screen, not for the first time feeling confused and baffled over TooFine’s chat comments.

TooFine: brb gotta go eat a bat, nightshade found the plant paint I covered her fruit tree in

He’s assuming what the guy means is that ‘nightshade’, TooFine’s friend, is trying to hit him with a baseball bat. Strange and extreme but at least this time he’s not claiming to have ‘accidentally fallen into another dimension’. Whenever TooFine leaves suddenly it’s always wildy outlandish stories. Certainly there’s no way he thinks Orson actually believes them right? Yes it was very funny anyways. Reading TF’s impressive imagination always made him feel a little better about life, like even if your life is simple and plain you can bring some crazy into it with your mind.

Sometimes though, it’s clear he’s actually telling the truth, like that one time they were on voice chat and Orson dad popped in to try and convince him to let him teach him how to hunt again, Orson liked meat but he had zero desire to actually go and kill things. But TF started talking guns too, apparently that thing about TF’s in person friend having parents who made weapons was very much true. TF impressed Orson’s dad, meaning his dad now approved of the friendship. At least TF didn’t bring up that ‘ectoplasm’ stuff while his dad was around, the last thing Orson wanted was his dad thinking all his online friends were crazy too. His dad definitely didn’t believe the claim that TF’s friends parents also had a modified military vehicle they used on the actual road; something about how military treads can’t be used on roads because they’re too damaging. TF followed that up with ‘our roads can withstand some pretty heavy artillery’, Orson’s chuckle and eye roll probably convinced his dad that TF was screwing around with him a little.

Either way, hopefully TF gets back in time to keep helping him with this stupid drone he’s trying to build. He’d love to be able to go get the mail without having to actually go outside, so much wasted effort when he’d rather be gaming or reading. Then he gets a voice chat request, the voice that comes through is not TF’s

“Oh shit hey, you actually picked up, wow I can’t believe he made an outsider friend. Weird”, this new teen clears his throat, “okay so, Nightshade actually might have knocked him out in a fit of rage? So he’ll be a bit- hey! No! Put that down! You don’t get to hit him again just because I’m protecting his PDA!”.

TF actually used a PDA? Such old tech? Why? Weird.

“Emilie is PINK! PINK!”.

The boy teen groans, “ugh. Goths. Anyway, while he’s out, he give you any ideas for a good birthday gift? I’ve been banned from giving him weapons or explosives, and the last time I got him a souped up hard drive he hacked the federal government and filed the presidents taxes for some insane reason”.

Orson blinks, “I think he’s been talking a lot about electric cars and electric bikes? What happened after he… did the presidents taxes?”. He really just wants to know where this guy was going to take that level of bullshit.

“I’d rather ideas that don’t require me to steal my rich arch enemy uncles credit card. And eh, nothing much, just got abducted by some secret service folks up into the Appalachian mountains for some ‘one on one’ talks time. He got some new wicked scars out of it even, one looks like a hockey stick! I don’t even have one like that yet! But hey, what’s life without a few abductions here and there? The gov loves shooting me!”.

Orson makes a face, alright so were TF’s friends just as bad as him? Shaking his head, “get him a lock picking kit then, in case anyone abducts him with handcuffs or something”. What the actual hell? He absolutely has to google this.

“Oh that’s not bad-oh hey buddy! You good? No lumps and bumps? No booboos or owies?”.

“You jerk, I’m fine. Why is she still armed!”.

“Emile. Is. PINK”.

“It suits her!”.

“She’s a black apple tree! Pink is never her colour!”.

Oh so the goth did actually name her plants, odd but not insane. And yeah, a hacker did actually do the presidents taxes… weird. There’s no way that was actually TF right? Was he friends with an actual hacker?

“Oh T I totally voice called, or whatever, your online buddy? It seemed like the chat was recent and shit so you know”.

“Man, you are way too overprotective and way too much of a mother hen for a dead guy. Gimme that”.

“Hey at least dead hens can shoot laser beams out of their mouths, way cooler than living ones”.

TF clearly has his… PDA back, “you’re still working on that ‘let me be lazy’ drone right?”.

Orson blinks, “yes, but real talk, did you actually file the presidents taxes?”.

“Oh my zone! DP you shit head! Ugh, look the guy was trying to embezzle my towns funding to buy another yacht, so I figured hey why not forcibly report all his off shore accounts and that weird charity donation to a Russian network. I also might have gone after all his staff too? They weren’t impressed but I call anarchy and how was I supposed to know his people would actually not suck at tracking people?”.

“T, dude, I’m pretty sure the federal government and the goddamn president have better tracking than those G.I.W. morons”.

“Are you going to fix Emilie or what!”.

“Never”.

Orson flips through google results a little more and yeah, a ton of people got hacked for taxes… Hell Orson even stumbles on a whistle blower data leak about ties to Russia that he nopes out of real quick. “TF bud, that’s super concerning”.

“Heh. Fair enough and- oh shit!”. There’s an actual explosion over the line. “Hey, you wanna actually witness shit for a change, because good goddamn. DP! Have you been skipping sleep again! Why is the goddamn sleep god throwing a building at us!”.

What.

You know what.

Fuck it.

Orson sends the zoom invite, it’s accepted immediately. It’s actual pure chaos. There’s shouting, what looks like a sentient star cover blank wearing a mask in the sky, a glowing black and white teen throwing actual everything forbid bath bombs at the thing in the sky. TF looks like he’s from freaking ancient Egypt, with a helm on and everything. Then a bunch of glowing vines shove TF out of screen, a girl in a green and black body suit with a freaking cape chasing after.

For a second he’s wondering if TF is playing a massive prank on him and somehow created a hyper realistic superhero show set up. The… PDA is pointed up at the sky as the voice of the guy who started the voice chat shouts, “I HAVE MIDTERMS! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!”.

The blanket creature shouting back, “SLEEP!”.

“Oh yeah I guess I should have seen that one coming”.

Okay so. TF’s friend, whose parents make weapons, is a superhero or something? Google to the rescue.

TF shouts, “why are you stabbing me! There’s a god in the sky! Fight him!”.

“Naw, UnderGrowth actually likes Nocturne, since sleeping humans aren’t actively polluting Mother Nature”.

“Fuck that stupid grass stain”.

“I’m going to end you”.

Orson blinks at his phone, DP, Danny Phantom. A real person, in a real town, that looked like a real superhero. It’s that rumoured haunted town actually, a real haunted town. What the actual hell? Is he friends with a superhero or sidekick? Who’s also a hacker? And eats a concerning amount of meat without getting sick somehow? Has all the stories he’s been getting, and not reacting strongly too, been real??? Alright, okay, gotta play it cool self. He probably actually thought Orson was taking him seriously and has decided that Orson passed some kind of weirdness meter test. This was basically almost an identity reveal wasn’t it? Holy crap he’s involved in a real life comic book secret identity reveal.

The ‘Nocturne’ guy gets blasted into a wall, DP pelting It with eggs he got from somewhere. The Nocturne holding up a massive canister over Its head, “YOU WILL FAIL IF YOU DO NOT SLEEP!”.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit”, TF comes sorta back on screen, grabbing up his PDA, the ‘facial markings’ don’t look like make up, it looks like it’s part of his skin. “Okay okay, so that right up there is a massive thing of halothane vapour from the looks of it, fun. So we’re all probably gonna pass out here, feel free to disconnect if shit gets boring”.

Orson squeaks a little, “boring? You get up to some insane shit. Why is a… sleep god? Trying to knock y’all out?”. Roll with the punches, gotta roll with the punches. Freak out later.

TF snickers, “DP doesn’t get enough sleep and has been frustrating this ghost since he formed. God’s am I right? Ha!”.

“Get back here you!”.

“Oh for crying out loud! I’ll fix your freaking plant okay! Ugh!”. TF gets smacked into a wall all by the plant girl anyways.

Orson eyes the parts of his drone before looking back to the screen, “why are you helping a random friend you made, build a drone when this crap is going on?”. Because it seriously has to be asked.

TF uses sand to push himself out of the wall rubble, “eh, normalicy is nice and shit, plus you’re impressively chill. I bring up sneaking into a death gods liquor cabinet and you just give me a ‘that’s nice, have fun. Don’t hospitalise yourself’. Sure, Red’s chill but she’s more DP’s friend”, smirking, “and his ex, plus she rides a hoverboard and shoots ghosts so…”.

Oh okay, so there’s a fourth one. This is completely insane. Whelp. Guess he’s in it now though. Orson shrugging, “I’ve always been a pretty laid back guy, though this is definitely the craziest thing I’ve seen. Way worse than that chic on drugs or something who was trying to bite people”.

“Oh yeah drugs are bad, way worse than hacking regardless what the government has to say about it”.

Then the canister explodes, giving Orson a serious anxiety spike as bits of metal impale in things and gas starts going everywhere. DP actually does a comedic salute in the air before just falling to the ground. The Nocturne guy looks very pleased with Itself and actually wraps around the probably unconscious teen, hissing at the plant girl when she tries to approach.

TF cringing, “stupid obsessive ghosts. DP looks like he’s been bent like a shrimp”, TF moving his PDA camera and yeah the black and white teens position is kinda shrimp like.

All Orson can think to say is, “great, now I’m hungry”.

TF laughing while hurling a fist full of sand, “HA! Yeah sushi would be great right now”.

“You disgust me”.

“NONE SHALL DISTURB HIS SLUMBER!”.

Was it normal for ‘villains’ to seemingly baby heroes? Because that’s what this looks like. Nocturne literally just wants the black and white teen to sleep, that’s it. Weird. And then freaking pillow monsters??? Start storming the screen, TF and Nightshade/plant girl doing battle with them. The zoom gets cut out so Orson is just going to assume the device got broke.

…

Okay.

So.

That happened.

One question, well many really, but why is someone so tech focused going with a freaking Egyptian theme? Nightshade made sense, he’s pretty sure even her ‘code name’ is actually a plant. And DP was, well, a literal ghost so the Phantom name made sense. Weird that ghosts were actually real still. Yes he’s seen some stuff about them on the news occasionally but it still seemed so far fetched. And he’s pretty sure he saw some people dressed up as DP at last years comic con.

Weird.

Very weird.

Well. Nothing for it now. So he sends TF a message asking if he’s good. It takes multiple hours but….

TooFine: we’re good, DP’s still out cold and has been abducted into a sleep gods lair but like, we good. Sleepy Blanket won’t try to skin him like some people.

OriOri: that’s good? I mean, his skin would probably make a poor blanket?

TooFine: HA! Thats the kinda joke DP would make! He’ll be proud

TooFine: he’ll be proud whenever he wakes up

TooFine: and when Sleepy Blanket stops acting like a crazy dragon protecting its horde

TooFine: and when he finds his way back to the land of living

OriOri: it’ll be a while

TooFine: good. He really should sleep more

TooFine: the dumbass

OriOri: if he gets so little his pissed off god then yeah. That’s impressive actually

TooFine: you have no idea. Anyways, tots sorry for dipping on your little project. I’d offer Techy’s services as make up but he’s an idiot with newer tech

Orson has no clue who that is and isn’t going to ask.

OriOri: at this point I’m more curious why the heck you went with an Egyptian theme for a guy who hacks the federal gov and makes visual horror games

TooFine: eh, it would be kinda weird if a reincarnated pharaoh wasn’t Egyptian themed, you know how it is. Technically you don’t but you know you know

Orson sighs, this was so weird. But he is so not going to let on that he never believe the shit TF said.

OriOri: I guess? Now do you know how to better connect female usb c to an hdmi, cause it’s pissing me off

TooFine: *snort*

TooFine: but of course I do. Debendint on how far you need the connection to work you might have to bike something from scratch. I tots got blueprints and they are definitely not stolen from the fbi terror investigations unit. Definitely not.

Orson was probably going to get arrested one day because of this, but screw it, TF was fun to talk too and made his mostly boring life more interesting. Not interesting enough to ever consider moving to the guys nightmare town though. Not a chance in Hell.

End.

Prompts: Tucker fucked up. Hard. But it’s like, how the hell was he supposed to know that hacking the federal government was a bad idea? Nocturne takes a liking to Danny and decides to help teach him a lesson, whether Danny wants it or not. Outsider POV. Tucker makes a new online acquaintance, and will casually allude to the crazy shit he and his friends get up to while ghost hunting. The new acquaintance thinks Tucker is just embellishing the truth, until…

[bonesandthebees]

Hi again Bee.

Thank you for lending an ear to listen even if I just kinda showed up. I really appreciate it. I've actually been reading through some of your other stories and they're very good (I adore the fae works!).

When it comes to Wilbur, I'm just. Very disappointed and upset. Of course I support Shubble and am glad she spoke out, it's very important and I'm glad that it's encouraged others to come forward with their own stories of abuse at the hands of large creators. At the same time though part of me wishes she hadn't said anything, so I could have continued as I was, in blissful ignorance, even if I feel really guilty for thinking like that.

It just saddens me that someone I looked up to so much ended up being this horrible person. It makes me worried that I too am bad, that somehow he has imprinted his awfulness unto me. I used to be horrible too. I like to think I've grown as a person, I was only a kid, but have I? Or was being drawn to Wilbur a sign? Like attracting like?

Y'know, I used to say that my hair style goals were how Wilbur's hair is, and recently I got a haircut. When I took a shower earlier it ended up floofing up in a similar way to his. I don't know how to feel about that. Maybe I should style it differently, even though I like the floof. I don't want to be even a little reminiscent of an abuser.

I am reminiscent of him though, in ways I can't change. I used to feel so seen by him, we're both song writers, and hypochondriacs, and I wanted to be him so badly I would cry. I would cry because he was everything I desperately craved to be as an insecure transmasc, an attractive guy with a beautiful voice and an amazing life. And now he's horrible, and probably always has been, and all of my memories of him are tainted.

I hate that I can't listen to Lovejoy anymore. It feels unfair to the other band members. It isn't their fault Wilbur is awful, and yet I'm taking away a source of their income. I know I'm taking away from Wilbur too, but he's only one person out of the group. Maybe that's just me giving an excuse so that I won't have to stop enjoying their music. It doesn't matter, I can't stomach listening to them anymore anyways.

I keep getting songs from YCGMA stuck in my head. It's like now that I can't listen to it anymore my brain has decided to fuck with me by making me listen to it anyways. I can't even justify listening to that album, that's just Wilbur's music. I was going to cover a song from that album for fun. Now I can't.

Is it bad I still find comfort in Wilbur as a character? C!Tommy is my favorite, but C!Wilbur is almost always a huge part of any C!Tommy story and I love C!Wilbur stories too. I know C! ≠ CC! but I just. It's complicated.

Idek why I'm this upset. I haven't been an avid watcher of anyone in the DSMP in at least over a year. If anything this whole thing has brought me back into the fandom more than I have been in ages. I feel bad about that, but also this situation has introduced me to people like Aimsey, whose content I'm seeing more of and I find myself enjoying.

I've also found more great DSMP fics lately in my quest to binge read them before the mass deletions start. Is it bad to find good things in a bad situation?

I'm sorry for the lack of put togetherness and the length of this ask. I promise I'm usually more coherent and to the point.

-Tech (just call me Tech like a name, "tech anon" feels weird heh)

hey tech, sorry for a bit of a late reply I've been busy the past few days

(sorry about the 'tech anon' thing, it's just a habit since that's how I refer to most of my anons. I'm going to still tag your ask as tech anon though just for my tagging system if that's okay)

I'm so glad you like the fae stories!! I'm still so proud of both of those looking back on them

anyway, yeah, I get that. I get the guilty wish that none of this had ever come out so you could just continue to go on in blissful ignorance. when someone learns something very upsetting, it's only natural to feel like you wish you never learned that. you don't need to feel guilty for that. you're not a bad person for your emotional reactions to things. your actions are what matters.

also, you are in no way a bad person because you were drawn to wilbur's content. the persona wilbur put on for the internet was not representative of who he actually was. you were drawn to the facade. an illusion of the person wilbur could've been, if he actually practiced the things he preached. you said you used to be a bad person, but you've changed. the fact that you are worried at all that you might still be bad shows a level of self-awareness and concern that wilbur apparently did not have. because wilbur was aware he was a bad person and treated the people around him terribly, but he didn't care to try and be better. as long as you're trying to be better, you're already leagues ahead of him.

also, regarding the hair, the floofy fringe is an incredibly common haircut. that is not exclusive to wilbur soot. you do not look like him if your hair does the floof similarly to his, it just makes you look like thousands of other dudes with fluffy fringe.

the day after shelby first streamed I had an MSR song stuck in my head and I hated it so much. it really sucks. you just have to try and drown it out with other music

it's not hypocritical at all to still find comfort in c!wilbur. I know it's complicated, and there's so much discussion I could get into as to why it's so complicated, but we can all separate the guy and the character in our heads. there's no reason to feel guilty about that. and there's also nothing bad about finding good in this situation. I think it's really sweet that you've found so many great fics in this time and I'm so glad you've been getting comfort from them. you're appreciating the authors hard work and that's a good thing! you don't need to feel bad about that

I hope you're doing okay tech

[ohhiimweird]

hey there! i read 'new romantics' and i love your writing! is it alright if i request some romantic hurt/comfort hcs with an overworked gn reader for the turtle family? (Like the bros + April?) This week has been uber stressful for me and reading fics like yours always calms me down hfdhjds

Bold of you to not be anonymous...

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: Donnie, Raph, Mikey, April, Leo

Relationship: Romantic

Content Warnings: None!

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I'll Cover for You

Donnie:

He's the type of person to try and get to the root of the problem. But, that doesn't mean he won't let you rant a little

He'll be working on something while you sit and rant about your assignments at school or a job. Just know that he is listening to every word you say. You don't have to worry about that

Expect a pat on the shoulder or head from one of his mechanical arms on his battle shell. This is Donnie we're talking about after all

He'll ask a few questions and suggest what you can do when you've calmed down a little.

He might need to calm down a little too, though. Because Donnie was probably freaking out the moment you entered the room on the verge of tears

Donnie will give you some kind of alarm that tells you when to take a break from your work. If you ignore the alarm, Donnie will know

All in all, he loves and cares about you more than his tech. That is saying something

Raph:

Raph is the oldest sibling, besides April. So, he knows how to comfort people. It's basically an instinct for him

Doesn't matter if you're stubborn. He will carry you over his shoulder if it meant getting you away from your schoolwork. Don't underestimate him. He's done it to Donnie

He lets you hold one of his stuffed animals while you vent. You can just hold it without saying anything too. Just be careful with it because Raph loves those guys like they're his children

Raph will hold you too and give you comforting words. He might slip into a baby voice if you're stressed enough. That's more of an instinct

Once you're calm, he reassures you that you're doing the best you can. You're just one person after all. He's impressed you can do the schoolwork you do at all

He'll start to check on you more often after this incident, making sure you're not stressed out like that again

The experience as an older sibling may have helped, but Raph still prides himself as someone you can go to. Even though that's what being a couple is all about

Mikey:

Mikey knows you're stressed before you can even tell him. He's much more in tune with his emotions. It comes with him being the youngest and also the family therapist

The first thing Mikey does is gently pull you away from your assignments and toward his sketchbook

this usually works and you're venting while making several marks on the paper. this only works if you're not stubborn however

If you are, he's pulling out the glasses. You will have to run if you don't want to deal with Dr. Feelings. Actually, I don't running will work. That boy has stamina and will find you...

Once he gets the words out of you, Mikey smothers you with physical affection. I'm talking hugs, cuddles, and many kisses

He reassures you that he loves you, and tells you that it's okay that you're busy

Mikey would give you his heart if it meant you'd never be stressed again. Please don't let go of that heart

April:

Mayhem is now your certified therapy-dog. Although I don't know whether or not he's a dog. But that's okay because he's a dog in spirit

Anyways, back to April. She's your shoulder to cry on and someone to hold

She's also going to hype you up and tell you you're doing great. If you need someone to point out the good things from your failure, she's your gal (she's known to struggle with failure too, man)

If you're struggling with a class she either took before or has the same class as you, she'll try and help you

She'll invite you to stay the night if you need it. You'll do some self-care together

Much like the others, she's affirming that she cares about you and loves you

Through your stress, April is going to worm her way through it and reach out

Leo:

Motherfucker is portaling to your room and pulling you away from your schoolwork

"Leo, I was working!" "No <3"

He's taking you into a pillow fort, pulling you under the blankets, and putting on Jupiter Jim

Despite how he presents himself, Leo has a keen eye. He may not be as emotional as Mikey, but he knows when you're stressed and swamped with work

So, he does what any good boyfriend does and makes a fun night out of comforting you

Again, you're watching Jupiter Jim, he's doing an entire skin routine with you. By the end of it, he's holding you as you grow tired and fall asleep

He knows you won't stop working until you have nothing left, however, he'll let you know that he's always going to be there no matter what

Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoyed reading these headcanons

[zoeykallus]

Hiiii!!!! I love ur work sm <<<<33333

If you get the chance could you do reader with an anxiety/panic disorder + platonic bad batch

Maybe with some snuggles from wrecker bc I love him SO MUCH <<<<<33333

Aloha! Thanks a lot! Love to read that! 😊 Okay, I'm not really sure if you want this as HCs or a One-shot. But it sounds like a One-shot, with all of them but focus on Wrecker? Let me give it a try. I'm not really a proffesionell, so I can only draw from my own experience regarding anxiety and panic. I hope that works for you. If not, I would need a little more details.

The Bad Batch x Platonic Reader One-Shot - We Have Your Back

Warnings: anxiety/panic disorder/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

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You let yourself be persuaded to go to the market with the boys. Actually, it's not a good idea, today is not a good day, you feel it in your bones, but you don't want to be a killjoy. Against your better judgment, you go along anyway.

While you stroll through the market, you concentrate on the boys as your fixed points, your safety buffers. But there's really a lot going on at the market today. So many people, so many smells, sounds, voices. It's actually not that warm, but you start to sweat a little.

Your eyes twitch back and forth, you don't know what to focus on first, you feel harried and lost at the same time. You constantly have the feeling that you are being watched, subliminally you expect to be grabbed by some stranger at any time. It's not a full on panic attack yet, but you know it's about to happen.

You feel helpless, trying to fight that upcoming feeling of paralyzing fear, but it only seems to get worse.

Suddenly, Hunter stops and turns to you.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

You force yourself to smile and say, "Sure."

His gaze is critical, but he doesn't contradict you.

"Okay, if you say so"

It's only a small gesture, and if you weren't so observant you might have missed it, but you see Hunter barely noticeably giving hand signals to his brothers. Like a ring of protection, the boys form around you almost unobtrusively, enclosing you in their midst like a shield.

You look up and Echo smiles gently at you. Tech shows you something on his holopad and distracts you with a few facts about the planet. Crosshair lets you nibble on some dried fruit he bought.

The guys already know that you suffer from these attacks from time to time, by now they know how to deal with it quite well. Wrecker takes your hand very gently. When you look up at him, he smirks at you.

"We've got you, dear."

Your heart beats faster with joy and relief. You take a deep breath and return his smirk. You are incredibly grateful.

Carefully, Wrecker puts his arm around your shoulders and gently presses you against his side.

"You're perfectly safe here," he says softly.

Touched, you say, "I know Wrecker, thank you."

Tech suggests buying stuff for a picnic or barbecue and going to a quieter place. You're not the only one who likes the idea.

That evening you sit together in the middle of nowhere around a campfire, the Marauder hidden not far from you between some trees. Over the fire is a rack that Tech has put together, on which vegetables and pieces of meat are roasting.

You are leaning against Wrecker's strong chest, he holds you gently in his arms. It feels wonderful, safe, warm, secure. The food over the fire smells so good, the night sky is starry. It seems like a perfect evening, it feels like the world is in order again. There is no fear lurking somewhere in the back of your mind, not now.

You sit back in relief as you hear Echo say, "It's okay if you say no, by the way, you don't have to go along with everything if you don't feel like it, dear."

You blink and look at him in surprise.

Tech adds, "We want you to feel comfortable, but to assure that, you have to be honest with us."

Hunter nods in agreement and says, "None of us are judging you."

Crosshair growls, "Stop saying only what you think we want to hear."

Wrecker squeezes you gently with a soft laugh and says, "What Crosshair is saying is that we want you to be comfortable, so you need to tell us honestly what you want and how you feel"

You smile cautiously and say softly, "Sounds reasonable. Thanks guys"

Hunter assures you, "We'll always have your back, never hesitate to let us know when you need something"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[moonlight-sonata99]

The Matchmakers

The Bad Batch x Reader

In which the batch tries to set you two up but you two are secretly dating~

Hunter

All of you were walking in a city getting food,so your looking at stalls.

I imagine you two wanna hold hands but just side eye each other

It's just one of those days where your just so in love with someone

"Don't wander off omega..!" you call after her as she runs to a stall holds souvenir's and colorful goodies

"What is that?!" Wrecker says following omega echo and tech following after them as you and hunter gaze at them,

"So much for wandering off..." Hunter trails off walking next to you,

"Yea..well!on the bright side,you're stuck with me now"you say slowly walking ahead of him and he smiles softly chuckling as well. "You would like that wouldn't you?" he questions rushing up to you as you smile and look at him "Mhm!and..especially because there gone." you state bluntly as you nod your head towards the stall omega and boys where only to see no one there. Hunter's eyes widened and surveyed the other stalls "Hey hey...She's with the boys,she's okay." you reassure, softly taking his hand and holding them in your own. Hunters shoulder lower as he looks at you and and lets out a breathe

"Alright...where were we?"

"hm...ah that you're stuck with me" you reply, bringing yourself closer to him. As he lets out a airy chuckle and shakes his head.

Echo

Honestly y'all BARELY got together

And these guys just got the hint that you two "Like" each other

Its cute, Mainly omegas idea when she when to the fresher one night and she saw the two of you hip to hip Just talking

well that what it sounded like anyways,

How this girl didn't figure out then is so surprising-

"Hunter wa-" You callout exiting cids office as omega drags him out of the bar and he goes out of sight

"Alright..." you sigh looking around the bar seeing echo on the counter with a smile you walk over,

"Why hello there stranger," you say sitting down in the stool next to his as he turns around

"Oh [name]" he gives you a gentle smile and looks behind you

"wheres hunter and omega?"

"you didn't notice?They rushed out of here" you chuckled looking the surface of the counter, "I had to ask him about this new run were going on but i guess it can wait." You say as you lay down your head on the counter and look at echo, who looked worried.

"Hey what's wrong?" you ask, placing a hand on his arm.as he glances at you and back at his mechanical hand.

"Im....I guess i didn't wake up well today." he states still looking down,as your eyebrows furrow in worry

"Is it the dreams again?" you ask softly laying your hand on his back as he nods, and you let out a soft oh letting silence fill the air

"Hey, wrecker and tech are off doing the errands today so,lets take it easy hmm?" you say wrapping your arm around his and placing your head on his shoulder closing your eyes as he lays his head on yours softly the both of you enjoying the comforting silence.

Tech

You two have been dating for a long while now!

But I see tech as someone who doesn't really reveal or make it obvious that you two are together,together.

Butttt that doesn't stop you two from being adorable

Or you flirting with him any time your alone with him XD

There was this one time when you and tech were fixing a panel in the ship,helping him turned Into heavy flirting,on your end of course.

Imagine that scene where leia and han finally have their first kiss

It sorta ended up like that

But tech is fidgeting out of nervousness

Omg I'm getting carried away-

Anyways- omega barges in and the two of literally separate so quickly XD

After this ordeal Cue omega telling echo "I think...i think they like each other!"

"She scared the living life out me" you sigh out with a hand placed on your chest as you head back in the marauder tech following close behind. Lifting up his goggles, he begins

"Yes,however next time we take on a romantic endeavor it will be when we are alone." Tech states looking at you as you rub your neck sheepishly and then look around the marauder.

"Speaking of alone.."you trail off you eyes grazing the ship and look back at tech, eyes sparkling with hope

"No"

"But i-"

"No"

Wrecker

Wrecker would be SOOo obvious

I mean really obvious,

Man's already followed you like a puppy and finally getting together he just had heart eyes whenever you entered a room

Honestly,I'm pretty sure the boys and omega know you two were together already

"Wait-where was this thing again wrecker??" you huff out as wrecker drags you out of the ship and he looks at you and then returns his gaze to his destination,

"Me and omega found this place earlier! i wanna show it to ya" he exclaims grinning as he keeps dragging you,

"Okay okay... stop dragging me though" you say laughing as he lets go

"Oh!sorry" he laughs, scratching his head while walking ahead.

"Hmm.....tell you what why don't we run there?winner buys the next box of mantell mix" he says grinning widely as you look at him with widened eyes

"Well that wouldn't be very fair would it?your the one who knows where this place is" you say placing your hands on your hips as you look at him smiling your smile falters as you look around

"Wait wasn't the gang supposed to come?" you ask looking around

"Meh,they'll be alright" wrecker shrugs as you look at the marauder.

"But,i thought we needed.." you trail off as you heard the footsteps near you get further. and you turn around quickly to see wrecker already running before you.

"Wha- Oh no you dont im am not paying for another box of mantell mix!!" You shout as you run after him

Crosshair

No one

And i mean no one,Would have a clue that you two were already seeing each other

At first you two just seemed like you really hated the hell out of each other

Eventually the hostility stopped

The gang was so happy they didn't hear as much bickering anymore

They honestly just thought you two made amends

The back and forth that did happen was...flirty?

At least to Hunter to accidentally overheard you two engaging in small talk

Honestly tho they don't even need to leave the both of you alone,you two will leave before anyone notices XDD

"You don't think they'll get mad..? you say as you follow crosshair across the barren landscape.

"They'll be fine,Now..how about that rematch you promised me?" he turns back to you as you look at him placing hand on your hip and you grin,

"tch tch,i thought we were over this crosshair.." You sigh dramatically as you two continue to keep walking and finally arrive at the destination. Crosshair letting out a airy laugh

"Not quite...i want a rematch." he states stopping ahead of you and grabbing his blaster from his back.

"And..here i thought we were headed out for something romantic" you say looking at the handmade targets ahead of you and you look back at crosshair. As you cross your arms and your smile grows bigger

"I suppose i can teach you a little bit of tricks this time around." You laugh as you pull out your blaster, and crosshair looks at you intrigued

"I was thinking,i would be the one teaching you" he says with his eyes closed as he fiddles with the toothpick between his lips.

"you've got it all wrong my friend..there's a reason i scored more than you last time" you say shaking your pointer finger as crosshair lets out a small "Hm" as he positions himself with his blaster and glancing back at you

"Well,let see about that then." with smug in his voice he begin to concentrate with his yes on the target

"Oh just you see..." you mumble readying yourself for target practice.

[tragic-shadows]

Mistletoe

Word Count: 2087

Warnings: None

Pairing: GibbsxReader

Summary: Abby’s noticed the tension between you and your boss. She decides to do something about it..

A/N: I meant to put this out actually on Christmas but my family is crazy. So anyways, merry Christmas!! 

"You're joking." You stared at the cardstock that lay on your keyboard that morning. "A Christmas party?" 

Tony laughed, "Oh Abby never jokes about parties." 

"Great." 

"Why, did you have other plans tonight? Going off to see that little boyfriend of yours." 

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you. "We broke up two weeks ago." 

"Oh. Sorry." 

"It's fine, I broke it off not him. He was an ass if I'm being completely honest. But yes, I did have plans tonight, my sister is coming into town and I have to pick him up at the airport." You gave him a little wink and took the card down to go talk to Abby.

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When you got down to the lab you saw you weren't the only one questioning the lab tech about her impromptu invite. "Abby," Gibbs growled. "I hate going out on Christmas Eve."

"Well yeah, I know. That's kind of the point Gibbs. It's to get you out of your comfort zone and have some fun! And it's not Christmas Eve, it's Christmas Eve Eve. The day before Christmas Eve."

"Hey Abs," you thought best to insert yourself before they started getting mad. "So this really is tonight?"

"Yep!" And then her face fell. "Don't tell me you can't make it either?" You shrugged apologetically. "Awe Y/N!! Please I have a Christmas game for everyone to play and it's bad enough that Gibbs won't come." 

You look to your boss, "You're not going either?"

"Dinner with Diane."

You turned up your nose. "That sounds awful."

"Mhm. But Fornell is out of town and he saved my ass the last case so I owe him." Gibbs shrugged and turned out of the room.

Abby groaned. "Ugh this is going to be a disaster!" 

"Abby it'll be fine," you assure her. "It's two people." 

"I know I know but.. I had a plan. You're going to hate me for it." 

"I could never hate you. What was the plan?"

"To get you and Gibbs together." 

You gasped. "Abby- we've talked about this. No meddling! It's bad enough that it's my relationship you're messing with but the fact that it involves our boss is even worse."

"I know, I'm sorry Y/N I just can't stand the way you look at each other when your backs are turned. He looks like he just wants to tear your clothes off of you, and you.."

"Want to do the same, I'm very aware." The crush you had on your boss was less than ok, it was just bad. You were down bad. It started as thinking he was funny, or kind. You wanted to have lunch with him sometimes, maybe just sit next to him. Then you started getting nervous whenever he stood next to you, and you couldn't sit still whenever you were at his house. One day you had tripped and he had caught you and it was a full blown panic attack. And now you couldn't even be in the same room with him without your gaze wandering to his blue eyes. Some would describe them as icy but to you they were the color of a gentle summer sky. You couldn't hand him his coffee because if your fingers brushed you were sure that your heart would beat so fast it would explode. And you surely couldn't go over to his house. Just the idea that his bedroom was upstairs was enough to make you blush.

"I was going to plant some mistletoe and then get you guys drunk, very drunk, and see what would happen." 

You smirked actually kind of liking the idea of drunk kissing the man you had fallen in love with. "Tell you what. If you can get Gibbs out of dinner with Diane and get him to that party, I will be there. Promise."

Abby's face lit up. "Oh thank you thank you!!" She threw her arms around you and buried her face in your hair. "You are like- my favorite person- ever." She pulled away and rushed over to her station, grabbing a bowl. "Here take a name. It's for the secret Santa." 

You reached in and shuffled them around, pulling one out from the bottom and looking at it. 

"Is it someone good?? Don't tell me who but just tell me if you wanna switch."

You tried not to smile at the name on the list. Scrawled in Abby's neat handwriting was her own name. 'Abby S.' 

"No I think I'll keep it. If the night works out I know just what to get my person." 

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The dress you had chosen was a long-sleeved, short green velvet dress. Paired with a black biker jacket, tights, and your black boots, it looked perfect. The party was being held at Ducky's, mostly because Abby's house wasn't exactly.. appropriate. Some people had a thing against axes that could fall from the walls at any moment. You had ordered an uber for yourself which would then be on its way to pick your sister up from the airport. You let yourself in to the grand house and were instantly met with the sound of Taylor Swift's Lover, the smell of baking gingerbread, and even the slight hint of wine. You placed your gift on the table with the others and went to find your lovely hostess. 

"Abby?" You stuck your head into the kitchen. 

"There you are!" She dusted flour off her hands and took of her apron. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming." She was wearing a sparkly black dress wit ha white sash that matched too well with the sparkly black Santa hat on her head.

"Of course I was coming, I was just a little late, as usual. Is he here yet?" 

Abby beamed, pointing out into the living room where the 'he' in question was standing. Gibbs wore a dark blue suit and a black tie. In one hand he held a glass of wine (which you didn't even know he drank) and the other was stuffed into a pocket. It was clear that such a social event was not his forte. He stood off to the side, looking more at the snow falling outside than the people inside.

"Hey, Abs I know you were going to try and get us drunk to make this work.. but I'd really rather not."

"Oh Y/N!" She stomped her foot. "Are you backing out??" 

"No of course not." You rolled your eyes. You were a lot of things but a quitter wasn't one of them. "Just look at him." You sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "I just wish he knew how much he meant to me. How much I long to kiss those lips and just be in one of his embraces. I want to lay my head on his shoulder and look into his eyes and tell him everything that he is."

"Well then do it!! Why don't you just call him over and walk under the mistletoe. He's been drinking that wine for the past 20 minutes, he has to be a little tipsy." 

You groaned. "Fine. Ok, I'll do it. Just cross your fingers for me please?"

"Always!" Abby pushed you across the floor, jumping up and down.

"Hey boss." You side up to him, leaning against the fireplace. "Enjoying the party? I thought you weren't going to be here tonight?"

"Since when do I enjoy parties, Y/L/N?" His blue eyes turned towards you. "And you? Said ya' weren't gonna be here either."

"Abby kind of forced me. Said there would be no party without me." You tightened your grip on your glass, trying your best not to let your arm brush against his. "So is it a party now?"

Gibbs let a chuckle slip from his lips. "Suppose so." He went to take a drink but he was already out of wine. "Wanna get a refill?" 

"Sure." You followed him into the kitchen, cringing slightly as you passed through the door that did not have the mistletoe hanging above it. "What are you drinking?"

"Whatever you're having. This wine stuff isn't for me."

"Yeah," you chuckled, taking his glass, "not for me either. I much prefer bourbon." 

"What?" Gibbs turned towards you, suddenly much more interested in the conversation. "Did ya' say bourbon?"

"Yeah? So?" You shuffled through the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Weller Antique 107. "This good?" Gibbs opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally just settling on a nod.  "Here." you passed the glass over to him. As it changed hands your fingers touched, the interaction didn't go unnoticed by your boss. 

"Somethin' on your mind, Y/N?"

"Why would you ask that?" You bit back a smile.

"Know somethin' I don't?"

"What would that be?"

Gibbs let out a breath of disbelief. "What's your game?"

"My game?" This time you let out the breath. "No game, I just enjoy talking to you. Which is honestly funny if you think about it seeing as you're a man of so few words." You turned to see if you had gotten any reaction from him. His body language didn't tell you anything but his eyes did. They were filled with something that only Abby had noticed when he looked at you. "Can we talk somewhere that isn't so.." You cringed as some little kid rushed in-between you two. "Busy?" You followed him as he crossed the threshold of the kitchen. You were going to follow but you figured was now or never. You pulled his sleeve and he stopped walking. "You know what that is?" You pointed up at the plant hanging above the opening.

The side of Gibbs' mouth turned up and he looked down at you. "Ya' had this planed, didn't ya?" 

"Maybe." You put your head down, suddenly very self conscious. "I realize now that was probably not the best idea." 

"And why do ya' say that?" 

"Because it's the truth." 

Gibbs took a swig of his bourbon before putting it on the table beside the door opening. "Is it? Or is it just what ya' want everyone else to think?" At this point you had both forgotten the fact that there were other people in the room. "Do you care what other people think about you?"

You shrugged. "If I cared what other people thought would I have gotten you drunk and pulled you under the mistletoe?" 

"Sounds like somethin' Abby would've come up with."

"Who says she didn't?" You were only slightly aware of the distance that had been closed by the two of you. Gibbs' breath of wine, whiskey, and bourbon found its way to you. He smelled like sawdust and cinnamon, the dark coat only making his eyes look brighter. "Abby is a very.. smart… woman." You slowly trailed your hand up to the lapels of his jacket, hoping you were reading the situation correctly. "And you are a very smart man Leroy Jethro Gibbs." 

Your boss's hands had found there way up your back, one hand came up to meet your face, his finger tilting your chin up. "And you're a very smart woman, Y/N. So. You gonna tell me whether or not you wanna do this?"

"And what is this?" You searched his eyes for any sort of trick he was trying to pull.

"Wha'd do ya' want it to be?"

You licked your lips, watching as his eyes followed your tongue. "I think you know." You waited for half a second before gently pressing your lips to his. They were softer than you imagined, full of love and kindness that he couldn't say with words. Funny how his words came out of the same two things that made you melt so far to the floor. His calloused hands pulled you closer as your own fingers danced up and down his shirt, playing with his collar as he deepened the kiss. You wanted more and you thought he did too, but slowly, he pulled away.

"Not here," he whispered, his voice surely coming out raspier than he had planned. "I'll take ya' home, kay?"

"Home?"

"Ok, my house. Better?"

You nodded. "Mhm. But I'm staying for cookies and eggnog first."

Gibbs placed his hand on your back, guiding you to the front door. "I'll have Abby bring some over in the mornin'." 

You would be there in the morning. The thought made you trip over your own feet, a laugh escaping your lips as Jethro guided you out the door. 

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[sunriseverse]

So this is more a plotbunny than an AU but: a significant Zhang artefact was stolen and wound up in the British Museum. The gang needs to get it back.

oh fixa i LOVE this idea it's going to be so hard to fit this into only five bullet points. hope you enjoy!

let's say it's set right after sha hai, in terms of time period—xiaoge is back, memories and all, whole and hale, etc etc. sanshu was, on top of being a graverobber, also a regular thief, and wu xie followed in his footsteps. so, of course, when the british museum unveils a new exhibit about the religious traditions of northern china in the late qing period, and the cover page for this news is a fucking zhang bell, the iron triangle can't just stand aside! who knows what'll happen if someone pokes at it!

unfortunately the british museum's patriation efforts are. well. i think we all know. anyway, clearly there's nothing to do but steal it back! and, what do you know, there's a gala being held at the museum coming up, and the wu family does have a lot of international connections..........(i don't know if the bm does galas. if they don't just take this as artistic liberty.)

this is basically just an ocean's eight dmbj au. sorry. that's the only heist film i'm actually familiar with. anyway, they gather The Team: by which i mean, xiao hua, hei xiazi, and huo xiuxiu. by order, we have: wu xie, the mastermind, xiaoge, the acrobat/actual man on the ground, pangzi, the outfitter/resources guy, xiao hua, the hacker, hei xiazi, the smooth talker/negotiations for when things go awry, and huo xiuxiu, logistics and organisation. they're going to get that damn bell back, if they have to burn the museum down to do it.

cue: outfit montages. everyone's dressed their best. they don't just blend in with the rich and famous, they sell it. there may or may not be a dance involved. pangzi and wu xie may or may not keep switching the roles for who leads on each other. (xiaoge would be there, but this man does NOT thrive in loud, crowded environments. he's sneaking into the back rooms where the artefacts are being held while hei xiazi distracts the guards and xiao hua runs tech interference and xiuxiu watches them all like hawks to make sure everything goes to plan.)

andddddddd they pull it off. of course they pull it off. no one even knows what happened—the pros of chinese artefacts is they've been reproduced so many times over the course of history; it's not that hard to swap the genuine items for fakes. the museum, of course, is in an uproar as soon as they find out, but what can they do? and the chinese government basically goes lol. lmao, even. your problem not ours. and an ocean away, the foremost six chinese graverobbers sit around a plastic table on rickety chairs in a tiny hamlet and toast to a job well done.

[thewitchunderyourbed]

When the Sun goes down

Sorry, I'm bad at summaries, guess you have to read the whole thing

Chapter 1

Pairing: JoyToy!Johnny x V

Warning: language, sexual themes, brief mention of violence and abuse.

V strolled down Jig-Jig Street, as her friend Goro once said "what kind of name is that?"

Well, what did he expect from a hub full of sex shops and prostitutes?

Taking the turn for Wakako's Pachinko Parlor the neon light reflected on her dark sunglasses, and the sounds of moans and implant commercials filled her ears, annoying her even more.

She was beyond pissed.

She scoffed at the sound of slot machines and almost ripped the damn curtains draped over the door to Wakako's office.

"V, my dear. I heard the gig was a success" the old woman greeted her, always composed.

V, as an answer tossed a bloodied shard on the fixer's desk, the little piece of tech rattled on the wooden surface, leaving a trail of brain pieces and hair.

"Why didn't you tell me my "contact" was a cyberpsycho? Had to make his head into pudding and then retrieve that fucking shard" she hissed.

"But you succeed, didn't you? Eddies are already on your account" Wakako said, with a gesture of her hand her pupils lit up, a sign that she was transferring the money.

"Thank you" V muttered "I'm going home if you need me you know how to find me," she said heading for the exit.

"Wait, V." the woman called, making the merc turn around.

"You're getting noticed a lot, and in a good way. Your exploits are known all over Japan Town and your skills are already legendary. The prostitutes in this neighborhood dream only of you." she smirked.

"Oh, lucky me" the girl replied, unamused.

"What I'm trying to say, my child, is that life is short for not having some fun" the fixer said adjusting her round glasses on her nose.

V snorted "Is what you said to your five husbands?" and with that, she left the Parlor.

It's not that V disliked hookers, she's friends with more than one, but paying for sex it's something she doesn't wish to do.

She would be a hypocrite if she said she had not thought about it on more than one occasion when her stressed brain craved something that wasn't just pain and medications.

A cute JoyToy would make her forget about her pitiful life made of death and money for an hour or two but then she would return to her path of loneliness, with less money and her systems to check up by Vik.

The truth was that she did not care about sex that much anyway.

The oddly shaped strap-ons on display in the shop's windows were almost hilarious to her, for not talking about the Mr. Stud commercials, she knew a guy who had a very HARD time with one of those.

Wakako was right, though.

The hookers were launching themselves at her as she passed, hoping to be noticed and make some money or to simply spend time with her, to have something to gossip around.

"I know what the famous merc is into under the sheets" she could already hear them.

Almost out of the hub, returning to her loved bike her attention was caught by shouts, two people were arguing.

"Oh, for fucks sake" she huffed, tempted to just leave them be and return home for collapsing on her bed.

"What did you just call me, you useless whore?" a Japanese man screamed in his mother tongue.

"A wretched piece of shit, keep your fucking hands to yourself if you can't pay," another man with dark aviators said.

The first grabbed the latter by his net shirt, making his glasses fall onto the dirty ground.

"Hey!" V yelled towards the two, approaching with quick steps.

"Is he troubling you?" the merc asked the male JoyToy.

"And what the hell do you want? Take his place, maybe?" the molester, eyed her from head to toe.

"If you don't immediately leave within three seconds, I swear I'll rip off that poor excuse of genitals you have between your legs, and make you forcefully swallow them, do you copy?" she asked, throwing the man against the nearest wall and unsheathing her mantis blades.

The poor fucker almost peed his pants as he ran away, tripping on his own feet by looking behind himself, afraid of being followed by V.

"Could have made it by myself" the JoyToy scoffed.

"You're welcome" arching one eyebrow at him, she lowered down to pick up his glasses handing them to their owner.

"Thank you" he finally said, extending a shiny cybernetic arm "I'm Johnny"

It takes some time for V to realize she was meant to introduce herself too, lost in her thought of a soft and warm bed as the cold rain started to fall on Night City.

"I'm V... Sorry to ask you but..." she gestured where a golden feather-like cyberware adorned his neck "-you're not a JoyToy".

Johnny fished out a cigarette from the back pocket of his leather pants and V took out a lighter from one of hers.

Stepping closer to him and using her free hand to prevent the small flame to be blown out by the rising wind, she lit the cigarette held between his lips.

He let out a nervous exhale of smoke before speaking "I was a doll, at Clouds. That fucking place is a soulsucker, I've been beaten one too many times, waking up in a bloodbath without even remembering by whom or why. I quit that place forever"

She could still see a trace of fear in his dark eyes even if the secure expression on his beautiful features tried to mask it.

"You're not having much luck even here" she pointed out.

"At least I'm not a sex zombie anymore, why the hell do you care anyway?" he inquired suspiciously.

"I'm in a good work relationship with Okada, this district fixer. Her problems and the ones of her clients often became mine to resolve. I like to keep myself well informed" V said, raising the hood of her jacket on her head.

"See you around, Johnny" she smiled weakly before stepping under the pounding rain.

"Wait! Don't you... I mean, as a thank you?" he raised his voice to be heard.

"As a thank you, you can stay safe" she ignited the engine of her Arch to life before speeding away.

"See you around, V" he sighed, shivering in the cold night.

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Feel free to comment and give constructive critiques. English is not my mother tongue so if you have found some errors, please let me know.

Ideas and suggestions are welcomed too 💕

[thatlovinfeelin]

Flightless Bird | six | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

“Here,” Jose handed Jake a new stack of photos, “I had them print an extra copy for you.”

“Holy shit, it looks like an actual baby this time.”

Jake didn’t look up at her as he flipped the pictures over to look at the next. He was right of course, her baby was finally starting to look like a real baby. It wasn’t just a little blob on the scan anymore. She could see its little face and nose now. Little fingers and toes too. She could see her baby. Her baby.

“Lil turd wouldn’t turn around so the tech could see what it is though,” Jose frowned, “They want to try again week after next. Apparently I get even more appointments now that I’m further along. Oh, and I have to start figuring out the birth and all of that, which there aren’t many choices for me to make because I can’t deliver naturally thanks to all of that being a shitfest.”

“Guess I need to switch out the ones in my wallet now,” He smiled, “As far as everything else, you’ll have me there every step of the way if you need me. Supposed shitfest or not.”

“You always know how to flatter a lady, Jake,” Jose laughed.

“Oh hey, Phoenix wanted me to ask if it would be okay if she came over for girl time or whatever. She’s trying to give you space, but I swear that girl is turning into the energizer bunny now that she knows. You girls going into baby mode is terrifying.”

Jose laughed, hard, before throwing a pillow at Jake’s face. 

He was still on base when she got back from her twenty week appointment the day before, and she fell asleep before he made it home. Most days she was ready to turn in before the sun even went down. No one ever told her how tired she would be, although she supposed growing a human being was worth it. 

The ultrasound made it hard to tell, but she swore the little baby looked like her. She hoped it looked like her, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to deal with looking at a little Michael every day for the rest of her life. She would love it anyway, of course. Because secretly, all she ever wanted was to have a baby, even if she spent the last nearly ten years convincing herself otherwise. 

“You’re god awful,” Jose laughed, “Your godfather status is revoked.”

“Yeah okay, who else are you going to trust your child with?” He asked, “Exactly. No one. I’m still the godfather. So, sucks.”

He picked the other stack off of the counter and tacked them to the fridge with a magnet. He figured if Jose didn’t like that, she could take them down after he left for the day. He was still smiling as he went back to fixing his breakfast. Hell, he was so happy even the thought of flying against Mav and Rooster couldn’t bum him out. 

“So uh, while you’re all happy, how would you feel about me being friends with one of your coworkers? Or whatever you call each other?” She asked timidly. 

His smile turned to a know-it-all shit eating grin as he looked over his shoulder, “Oh, you mean whatever you have going on with Bradshaw? I’m not stupid.”

“How did you?”

“Oh Jose, sweetheart, you couldn’t be stealthy even if you tried. Plus, he’s been looking over this way like a love sick little puppy,” He laughed, “And he’s been in an unusually good mood since you showed up.”

“Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged with his back still towards her, “I’m not your keeper. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready. Out of all of the guys I’d work with, I’d rather it be Bradshaw. He’s a decent human being. Truth be told, he’s probably the best of us.”

She sighed and leaned back against the counter, “I’m goin to have to tell him soon.”

“You haven’t told him yet?”

She licked her dry lips, “He knows I’m married, and that Michael kicked me out…he just doesn’t know why. How could I tell him when I couldn’t even admit it? Is it wrong that I don’t want him to know?”

Jake turned around to face her, handing her a small bowl of freshly cut fruit, “Sweetheart, Bradshaw isn’t stupid. He’s going to find out sooner rather than later. You said it yourself a couple of weeks ago, it’s getting harder to hide. I mean, you look great, but you’re starting to look the part.”

She looked down at herself. He was right of course, and she knew it. Her stomach was slowly getting a more rounded look. She was warned by her doctors that she could pop any day now. Sweatshirts were doing very little to hide it. Soon there would be no going back. But she wanted to be selfish and keep the relationship she had with Bradley. She wished she could just keep her life separate from all of this. But she couldn’t.

“I’ll tell him tonight,” Her voice sounded so sad and small. 

Her husband threw her out for having his baby. Jake realized quickly, and yet not fast enough, that Jose thought Bradley would turn his back on her for this. But he didn’t know how he could convince her that he wouldn’t do that. The truth was, Jake didn’t even know if Bradley would stick around or not. 

Bradshaw never talked about wanting a family, and after all the shit he went through with his own, Jake could understand. After all, Bradshaw lost his father before he was old enough to remember him, and then lost his mom just as he was entering adulthood. Then whatever the fuck happened with Rooster and Maverick.

“Listen, sweetheart, whatever happens you have me and Phoenix, okay?”

She nodded, “I know. You should get to work, I don’t want you to be late.”

Three hours later, Jake was cruising the skies waiting for the greenlight from Mav. Phoenix and Bob were up with him, and not flirting with his girlfriend seemed to be harder than ever. Something about the way she was so undeniably supportive of Jose made his heart almost burst. The second he told her, all she wanted to know was if there was anything she could do to help. Natasha was worried about Jose, since aside from Jake, she was all alone in this. She automatically made Jake give her Jose’s number so she could text her and tell the other woman that she was there no matter what. Jake nearly cried at that moment. If he wasn’t sure before, he certainly was then, Natasha was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 

“Alright Bagman,” Phoenix’s voice came over his radio, “Be alert, alright? Don’t need you getting us killed.”

He laughed and looked down at his control panel. Like many other pilots, he always kept a couple of pictures with him when he flew. The latest ultrasound was now in his cockpit too, replacing the old one. He smiled just looking at it, one day maybe he would be able to take the baby flying. Maybe they would fall in love with the sky too, or maybe they’d prefer the ground like their mother. 

“Let’s get this party started,” Rooster’s amusement was evident, “What do you think Mav?”

“Good morning aviators,” Maverick’s voice rang out, “Fight’s on.”

All of the pilots were laughing once they reached the ground. There was no real winner during the exercise. Jake, Phoenix, and Bob gave Rooster and Mav a real run for their money. Before he got out of his plane, Jake carefully tucked all of his pictures carefully in the top pocket of his flight suit. 

“You know, Bradshaw, I should be really fucking pissed at you,” Jake told the slightly older man, “Jose was supposed to be off limits. But damn she’s smiling too much to be mad.”

“So you aren’t going to beat the shit out of me?” Bradley questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“Not today it seems,” Jake shrugged, “Just don’t fuck this up. That’s all.”

“Hey, Hangman, still on for dinner tonight?” Phoenix asked as they all made their way to the locker rooms. 

“Damn right.”

“Good! Don’t forget to tell Jose I’m coming,” Phoenix warned, “And I’m cooking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Oh c’mon! Phoenix gets to be friends with her but the rest of us can’t even look at the poor girl?” Coyote nearly whined. 

“Shut up man, not worth the fight,” Payback warned. 

The rest of them went through their routine of showering. Jake tucked the pictures into his locker while we went to the shower stalls. The guys were giving each other an endless amount of shit, just as they had for nearly six months now. After the uranium mission, the Navy moved to make them a permanent squadron, suddenly their orders in Miramar were permanent. Jake liked being here though. He liked the family they created during their training for the mission. Before Jose showed up, they were really the only family he had around. 

He just hoped what Jose was going to tell Bradshaw tonight wouldn’t ruin it.

“Hey man you dropped this,” Bradshaw said as Jake was cleaning up around his locker. 

Jake turned around, already holding his hand out when he froze in place. Out of all of the pictures he could’ve picked up. 

“Fuck man, who’s is this? Sure as hell isn’t Phoenix because she wouldn’t be flying.”

Jake couldn’t say anything. Bradshaw could easily look at the top and see Jose’s name. It was only a matter of time. Jake caught himself silently praying to whatever god would listen to him, just don’t let Bradley see before Jose could tell him. God, Josephine would literally kill Jake. 

“Seresin,” Bradshaw said a little more sternly, “Why the fuck do you have an ultrasound in your locker? And who the fuck does that belong to?”

The rest of the group seemed to gather around the two men. Nothing like this happened since the days leading up to the mission when Jake used Bradshaw’s father against him. Jake apologized so many times to Bradley after the mission was over. He didn’t want to be known as that jackass. 

“Bradshaw,” Jake pleaded, truly sounding like he was in pain, “Please, man, please.”

Bradley looked down at the ultrasound picture once again, finally looking at the shape of the little baby and then scanning the line of information at the top. He took a step away from Jake, “Fuck.”

Jake could see it, the moment Bradley finally realized. Because Bradshaw’s face hardened. His stance became less relaxed. Jake swore Bradley Bradshaw turned to stone, which scared him more than anything else. 

“Fuck you,” Bradley spit, throwing the picture at Jake before turning around.

Jake turned to face the rest of the group, they were all stunned. Maybe even more than stunned. None of them moved, almost as if they were afraid to. Hell, Jake was scared to move. He knew he should text Jose and tell her, or maybe call her so that she’d know. But he couldn’t move. Fuck he just messed everything up. 

Jose was waiting on the bench at the park, feeling more nervous than she did when she told Michael. She fixed her sweatshirt just enough that he wouldn’t be able to see her little bump, not without really looking for it. She had the ultrasound pictures in her pocket. Truth be told, she hadn’t been able to stop looking at them all day long. She was starting to really feel connected to the little thing. She could feel the tiniest little movements now too, although she was never really sure if it was gas or the little one saying hello. 

“Okay, I need you to listen to me,” She said to her stomach, “I love you, more than my own life. But I think I really care about him too. But if he isn’t good enough for you, he won’t be in our lives, okay? You are more important than any man could ever be. I won’t be like my mother.”

She gently rubbed her hand over her stomach, feeling the little fluttering again, “Okay, glad we’re on the same page.”

She kicked her legs as she waited, unable to sit still. Bradley promised he would meet her as soon as he got off base, which should be any minute. He texted her when they were done for the day. She wished he would hurry up though. Because good lord she felt like she was going to throw up.

Jose was scrolling through social media when Bradley came stomping towards the park. She looked so beautiful, hair blowing in the gentle breeze. He tried not to think about her like that. He felt betrayed, enraged. But she seemed to glow in the late afternoon sun. Or was she glowing for another reason?

“You’re pregnant?” He demanded once he got close enough. 

Jose nearly dropped her phone as she stood. Though she moved so quickly that she became dizzy, causing her to grip onto the back of the bench. In front of her, stood a very disheveled Bradley. His chest was heaving, and the way he was looking at her made her heart sink and break all at the same time. 

“I-”

“It’s a simple question, Josephine. Are you fucking pregnant.”

He didn’t use her full name like that. Filled with…hate. She could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t looking at her like he had these last weeks. If looks could kill, she would already be dead. 

“Bradley,” Her voice broke. 

“You are, aren’t you? Were you ever going to fucking tell me? Huh?”

She could feel herself shrinking under his stare. Twenty-one weeks. She didn’t tell him for nearly ten of those weeks. Two months. Two months of meeting at the park, or sitting on Jake’s front porch. She swore she was going to be sick. 

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

He scoffed and turned around. His shoulders were tight. He wasn’t the carefree man she’d come to know..the man she liked or maybe even somehow loved. She could nearly feel the anger radiating off of him. But what she couldn’t see was the fact that he was struggling on the inside not to cry. 

He wanted to break, but he wouldn’t do it here. Because he cared more about her than he could put into words. He trusted her with stories of his childhood that he hadn’t told anyone else. He spent more time with her than he did the team. She made him smile, she made him relax. Yet, she lied this entire time. She hid something from him, something bigger than either of them. 

“You should have fucking told me,” He still didn’t turn around, he wouldn’t back down. 

“I was going to tell you!” Her voice sounded like she was begging, it nearly weakened his resolve, “I was going to tell you tonight, I just…I didn’t know how I felt about it until a couple of weeks ago and I just- I swear Bradley I was going to tell you.”

“Well, fucking Seresin beat you to it when he dropped your damn ultrasound picture for everyone to see,” He hissed, turning back to face her. 

He tried so hard not to break at the sight. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, as if to protect the little thing inside. Her eyes were red from the tears that were falling down her cheeks. He was doing this to her. 

He swore somewhere, faintly in the background, he could hear his mother yelling at him. His father threatening to beat some sense into him. It was like their voices floated on the wind. His fists clenched, he wanted to hit something because at least then he would be feeling actual physical pain instead of this ache so deep in his chest. He almost couldn’t stand it. 

“I’m sorry,” She cried, reaching for him. 

He took another step away, moving out of her reach. His heart broke again at the sound she made. The near wail as she collapsed down onto the bench. He knew he needed to stop and support her. God, he knew that there was so much going on that he didn’t and couldn’t understand. He knew, he fucking knew, yet he couldn’t make his body move. His jaw and fists were clenched so tight they hurt. He was sure his nails were somehow biting into the skin of his palms even though they were too short to even be considered nails. 

“I tried,” She cried, holding herself, “I picked up the pieces once. I did it when he threw me out because I wanted this….I can’t do it again. I can’t Bradley.”

He cursed and walked a few steps away. He couldn’t think, because the sound of her crying reminded him so much of his own mother. Suddenly he was a little boy, watching his mom cry herself to sleep everyday because his dad was gone. He was helpless, only this time it was his fault. 

He could hear her apologizing over and over as she cried. To him, to herself…he didn’t really know who. She was curled in on herself, almost near a ball on the park bench. Whatever rage was left vanished at the sight. His body turned to jello as he nearly ran to her side. 

He scooped her up in his arms, not sure if she even had the energy to fight. She curled into him, clutching onto his shirt. The apologies didn’t stop though, not as he rocked her in his arms like a child. Like the child she would inevitably rock in a few months. He could feel the swell of her stomach against him, he tried not to think about it. Not as he tried to soothe her. 

“It’s okay, I got you,” He shushed her, slowly running a hand through her hair. 

She was still clutching her stomach with one hand, saying she was sorry over and over again. That’s when he remembered all the things she said about her mother, how there was a constant parade of men and double standards. How the woman never put her daughter first. But most of all, how Jose said she was afraid she was becoming just like her mother. She was afraid of that because she was pregnant, and because he was in her life. 

The ache in his chest worsened, because he realized she was telling him all along, in her own way. She was always so careful about what she said, always seemed to change the subject when she gave too much information. She was guarded when it came to her life before San Diego, and it was because of this. 

She told him once that Michael kicked her out because their lives didn’t align anymore. That they wanted different things, and something about him making a decision for them at some point that she wanted nothing to do with. He kicked her out because she was pregnant. God, Bradley felt like an asshole, because here he was practically doing the exact same thing. No wonder she seemed so broken. He broke her. 

“I’m here,” He whispered to her, holding her tighter, “I promise, I’m here. I’m sorry I yelled at you, but I’m right here. I won’t leave you.”

[matrixxsystem]

Terrapin Soup Part 14

Usagi found himself navigating through the forest as fast as his body would carry him, through the tops of the trees as the sun hung heavy beating down on the back of his neck. He wasn't sure why he was so worried, he knew Leo would be okay, he knew he could take care of himself.. But he still couldn't feel the feeling of his heart sinking to his stomach, maybe that's what it meant to really love someone? Or something cheesy like that.. To know logically that your person would be okay, and is strong enough to survive anything. But even still having everything ache with worry and wanting to be there and protect them anyway, even if you get hurt instead. He shook the thought from his head and paused when he noticed the forest starting to thin out, he was close now. He looked to the communication device Donnie had given him and held the button to send a recorded message, "Alright, I'm right outside. I think I'm gonna make some kind of distraction, something to get their attention. Won't be long now." He sent the message and hopped down from the branch he was resting on and looked around. "Now.. How am I gonna make this work...?" He pulled the pin from his pocket and put it on to appear human then approached the building. He pulled the small knife from his other pocket and slashed the card reader to force the doors open. Once the doors opened for him he looked down at the tech on his wrist that had the location of Leos communicator, he was upstairs somewhere.. It was moving, he was alive, that's all that mattered. He smiled a little seeing that, all he needed to do now was reach him.

He ducked into the first open room he found, it was empty but judging by the half eaten bagel and still smoking cup of coffee beside it, someone had just left and would probably be back soon. He looked at the large table in the center of the room that was covered with a large tarp. What was on the table? Why would they even need to cover it if they were all working together on the same things in the same building. That was stupid.. He pulled the tarp back, "Leo's swords-! And... Oh." It was most likely the battery he was sent to get, that wasn't very comforting.. He took the battery storing it in the larger pocket he had on his pants then put the swords on his back before heading back into the hallway to find Leo.

"Yeah and then Jay was all like- Hey- Who the fuck let a kid in here?" Three guys walking down the hall spotted Usagi, they figured since he was inside that he was allowed to be, considering you needed a key card to get in to the building and to enter any of the rooms.. One of the three stepped forward, "Who are you? I haven't seen you around here before, who sent you?" Usagi paused for a moment, "Oh uh, I uh.. I'm.. I'm here to... I have a meeting with- Oh forget it, I've never been good at improv-" He pulled his knife back out, revealing one for each hand. He didn't have time to try and fake his way to Leo or to mess with people who meant nothing to his mission. Without a second thought he crossed his arms slicing the throats of the two closest people and pushing them aside to give the third and last person a quick stab to the chest.  There wasn't anyone else in the hall at the moment but he knew it wouldn't be long till someone else came out or heard him, he had to make this quick. The rand down the hall and spotted the elevator finally and made his ways over to it. Looking to the communicator a last time so he could find out what floor he was on or at least have a good guess to it as he pressed the button and stood aside waiting for it to open. There was a slight commotion around the corner, someone must've found the bodies.. Shit. As soon as the doors opened he rushed in and slammed the button for the top floor. 

"Someone's in a rush.. You know the fourth floor is off limits today right? Dr. Folter gave an order that no one is allowed to go upstairs unless she sends for you. I mean you look new so I don't expect you to know this much but she can get pretty scary when you don't listen so if you wanna keep your job you should really think about heading back down. Did you forget something upstairs?" Usagi waited till the doors were fully closed and the elevator started moving before pinning the person down and putting the knife to his neck, "Yeah. I did leave something upstairs. Now tell me, what's this Dr. Folter doing up there that's so important?" 

"Woah- Woah dude chill- I-I don't know, someone broke in apparently so she's I guess interrogating him or something I seriously don't know what she's doing, she just told us that we can't interrupt her that's seriously all I know about it!" Usagi glanced to the number on the elevators screen above the doors, only a few more seconds before they reached the top floor. Too bad, he wished they had more time to talk.. He pulled the knife back after cutting into the persons neck, there was no way he'd let himself get caught or let anyone go after seeing him. He stood up and adjusted his shirt hoping he looked okay, not that it would matter that much but he wanted to look nice when he saw Leo again. When the doors opened he froze for a moment, the lights were dim, there was small pools of blood leading to the elevator doors but then another lighter trail leading down another hallway. He took a breath and looked to the communicator, confirming that Leo was in that same direction of the blood. "It better not be his.." He muttered to himself as he stepped out, careful not to step in any of the blood as he followed the trail, he pulled his phone out and used its flashlight to light the hall more so he could see better as he walked. It felt like he was in some haunted house or something, like a scare actor would jump out at any second or some clown with a chainsaw was about to pop out and start chasing him. As unnerving as it felt the main thing he was feeling was worry, he wanted Leo to be okay more then anything.. He had to be okay.

"Leo.. Where are you...?" He called out softly, there was no sign of other people on this floor, but his communicator was still showing. It was sitting still on the screen, but it wasn't broken or off, he had to be alright wherever he was sitting. Usagi turned the corner, mentally preparing himself for the worst when he saw some dark mass hunched over in the corner. He stopped, not sure of what it was exactly, then held the phones light up. He stood there for a moment, taking in the sight. His phone dropped to the ground along with his weapons as he leapt across the hall pulling Leo into his arms. "Hey- Leo hey, what happened? You're.. Is this blood yours? Fuck, I'm sorry, I-I came as quick as I could- You can hear me right? Are you okay?" Leo had been sitting on the ground covered in blood, it was hard to see if he was injured under it all. He didn't care if he got messy at this point. "God, you're freezing- C'mon, can you stand? We're gonna get you cleaned up." Leo slowly lifted his head to meet Usagi's worried expression, he smiled a little for a second but it quickly faded. "I..." Tears filled his eyes, "I messed up-" He said, wrapping an arm around Usagi he tried to hold him closer, "I fucked up- I fucked it all up-"

"Shhh, it's okay, it's gonna be okay.. I have your stuff, picked it up along the way heheh.." Usagi said back, trying to comfort him, just what happened here exactly..? "Y-You don't get it-" He said back, pulling away to look around him, "I-I killed her- She tried to kill me I- I couldn't stop it- I couldn't stop-" He kept trying to speak and confess but every time he started speaking his voice wouldn't work with him. Usagi looked around in the dim light, finally seeing the body laying behind Leo that was probably the cause of all that blood. Oh.. That's what he meant. Usagi nodded a little, moving a hand to wipe some of the blood off his face then kissed his head, "It's okay.. Really, you did what you had to.. I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner, can I pick you up?" Leo nodded and buried his face into Usagi's chest, "M-My arm.." He said, a little muffled. "Your arm? Which one? Is it hurt?" He nodded again, taking a moment to calm himself down before pulling back again so he could be heard, "The.. The right one. It's- She.. She took it-" Usagi tilted his head, confused at first till he looked down. His eyes widened and he held back a gasp seeing the missing limb, the skin at the end was seared, covered in patches of what was probably some kind of burns and dried, charred blood. He took a moment, trying to collect himself, what did she do to him.. "I'm gonna pick you up okay? We don't have a lot of time. I promised I'd get you home." Leo didn't answer, but he tightened his grip around Usagi so he took that as permission. He picked Leo up carefully and took him into the closest room, kicking the door down and gently setting him down. 

He went and grabbed one of the rags in the cabinet and got the water warm enough, not wanting to put cold water on him in this already freezing room. "Is anywhere else hurt? Anything I should be careful of?" Leo shook his head, his breathing was shaky, he must be in a lot of pain. "I.. Might've been stabbed, somewhere.. My arm, somewhere" He made a half-assed gesture to his shoulder with his good hand. He nodded and gently started wiping the blood off his plastron, "Okay.. Deep breaths love, you're okay now. We're gonna take you home, get you a real shower, some pizza.. Maybe watch a those silly cat videos you like so much..?" He rung the rag out into the sink and started again, doing that maybe four times, trying to work fast without hurting him. Leo didn't respond much, which he guessed was to be expected, it was a lot. Once he was clean enough that his brothers wouldn't ask questions he took the escape pod off his wrist and held it out.

There was a slight commotion down the hall and Usagi quickly helped Leo off the counter, "Don't move okay?" He said quietly as he stood close and pressed the big red button, the device quickly expanded and encased the two inside, a small clear window was just above eye height letting them see the shadows of people approaching and lights being turned back on. The pod started to hover off the ground then soared through the roof breaking its layers as it came into the skies view. It only stayed there for a moment before charting it's course to their hideout and speeding off in it's direction. Usagi tapped his communicator again sending another message, "I've got him, we're safe and heading back. You might want to prepare that medical room though, Leo's uh.. His right arm is hurt pretty bad. Don't press it too much, we'll be there soon." The message sent and maybe three minutes later the pod was landing in the atrium of the lair. Once the pod set itself down nice and gentle the door opened with a hiss. Everyone was in the room staring in awe as Usagi helped Leo step out, "What happened?" Raph asked, "Leo you said you-" He froze mid sentence when he say Leos arm, or the lack there of. Any and all arguments and lectures he had planned would have to wait.. "Usagi-" Raph stepped closer, Leo couldn't even look him his brother. There was too much going on inside his head right now to face him. "When I got there it was.. I can't even describe it. This.. Doctor if I could even could her that? The woman who was responsible, she's the one that did this to him." He kept an arm around Leos waist, his left arm draped across Usagi's shoulder for support. "But it's over now, we need to get him some pain meds, and to stich up that wound. He's lost enough today, let's not risk infection on top of it all." 

Usagi pulled the battery from his pocket, handing it to Donnie, who was trying his best not to look at the wound and risk giving up his lunch at such a serious moment. "He got the last piece, maybe have a little more faith in your brother next time." He said, not even bothering to be quiet about it as he walked Leo back into the medbay. Once they were there, with the brothers trailing a few paces behind he got Leo into a bed. "I'm gonna go to your room and get your blanket okay? You're still pretty cold.. Do you want anything else?" Leo shook his head a little, bringing Usagi's hand up to his beak and kissing the back of it. "Mn.. Stay the night, please?" Usagi smiled a little and nodded, "Of course, I wouldn't leave now, even if you told me to." Leo smiled back and let go, closing his eyes and relaxing now that he was home and safe. Usagi turned back to see the others standing there, "I uh- Hope you don't mind me staying the night, I'll.. Be right back." He dipped out of the room leaving them alone with Leo for a bit, it seemed like a good time to give them a bit of space. Donnie let out a little sigh and rubbed his eyes, "Alright.. Raph can you get dad and you two can handle cleaning his arm, Mikey and I can do the stitches and wrap it, then Usagi can keep him company and let us know if anything happens."

"Sure.. But..." Mikey was fidgeting with the belt around his waist, glancing up to Leo for a moment then back to his brothers, "I dunno, I just.." Raph gently patted the back of Mikey's shell, "If you need a minute that's okay, its.. A lot to take in, and I think we all feel a little messed up about it. But right now its more important we don't let it get to us when we have work to do, we can't change what happened.. But we have a way to at least make it better for him, and hurt less, right? Once we've done that we'll have all the time in the world to get our feelings out." Mikey nodded a little, Raph was right, as always.. "Right.." Donnie nodded along with him, "Yeah, he only looks all deflated now because of the blood loss, once he's feeling better we won't be able to shut him up. I can already hear all the terrible arm and hand jokes he's going to make." Mikey let out a little chuckle, knowing Donnie was right too, he just had to be stronger for a little more time, just till Leo was taken care of. Besides, he was the cheery one out of his brothers, the one to keep everyone together and make everyone smile, if he got all droopy and depressed now who'd be there to lift everyone else up? No one that's who, then where would they be? 

Usagi came back a few moments later, Leos blanket folded into a neat square in his arms. "Is it okay to put this over his lap or something, he was freezing when I got him and hasn't warmed up much since then-" Raph nodded and motioned for him to come closer, "Yeah, that's a good idea, it's not exactly warm in hear either.."

"Is.. There anything else I can do? I have my cloaking pin so if you'd like I could go get something for you to eat for when you're done?"

"You don't have to- You bringing him back is way more then enough-" Raph said as he held a bag open for Splinter to discard the bloodied rags into when they no longer served a use. "Actually, if you feel up to it, I could use some more medicine since we're getting kind of low.. There's no rush, we have more then enough for this. But if you would like to I have a list and some money set aside. You've probably seen worse, but you still might not want to be here for all this. Considering everything.." Usagi nodded, he was more then willing to go run a few errands if it'd help them, and kill some time. Enough that when he got back most of this would be over with and they could all relax. He got the list, and cash, from Donnie and headed back out. Sure he was a little tired, but that was nothing compared to what they'd all been through in the past few days. He could at least do this much for them. And who knows, maybe trying to focus on these errands could take his mind off of how much he was worrying about Leo, even if it was just for a little bit.. 

Part 15 Part 1

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[someone1348]

Hey friend could you write a ler reader and lee turtles fic where’s the reader Ian normally shy burn decides to show them how much they care about the boys with tickles?

Bringing out my ler side I see, excellent choice! /lh /pos

Thank you for the request my friend I hope you enjoy!

People in this: Ler!Reader, Lee!Turtles

Tw: maybe some intense teases, depending on how you look at it, other than that none!these are adorable, but these are tickle fics for future warning if you're not comfortable with it I wouldn't recommend my page :] /pos

Another note: all of my reader fics are gender natural pronouns unless it's a specific request! But yeah :]

With all of that being said let's get these turtles giggling! >:]

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Leo!:

-This man is both over the moon and afraid when you get the chance to tickle him

-He's only afraid because of how his body reacts to it, he quite literally loses all control when he's tickled and he's worried about accidently hurting you

-but other than that he is so over joyed! Especially if it's a way of affection/to show you care, he can't stop smiling or giggling like a little kid

-don't underestimate him though, as much as he loves it he will always get revenge >:]

-But I mean come on, LEE is in his name! Leeo! I'm just sayinggg haha

-And I'm pretty sure they've called him Lee before as a nickname (kinda off topic but still!)

-He's more than happy to be tickled by you! No complaints here! He'll never admit it though! Sooo have fun with that

"Wa-hUh?! HEHeY! COhome OHon!" He squealed in surprise and giggled as he felt ten tickly didgets skitter up and down his sides.

"What's wrong? Too ticklish to take what you dish out LEEon?~" you smirked playfully as you made your way up to his ribs.

His body spazed out of control as he tried to escape the tickly feeling on his ribs "WAHAHAHAIT! (Y/N) NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Aww but your laugh is too adorable for me to quit now Leo! Plus you seem to be enjoying yourself anyways, Coochie Coochie Coo~"

His face turned a bright red as he stuttered through his laughter "ASDHAHA! OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY!"

You stopped and rubbed away the ghost tickles, gently pinching his cheeks "Like I said, adorable"

"Thahats it" he smiled brightly "Cohome here you-"

Donnie!:

-He sits like THIS ^^ and you expect me NOT to tickle him I mean come onnnn /lh /pos

-This gif screams lee mood energy (Even though I know he's a ler lean, it's just so perfect!)

-He's not the best with physical contact so you definitely have to ease into tickles with him but if you guys are close (which you are) He's honored to be tickled by you if it is another way you show you care

-Just know when he says stop he means it :]

-He'd much rather be tickling you but he's not gonna complain if it happens (he secretly likes it, juuust a little bit! Hehe)

-Oh and if you're ever worried about the contact thing there's a feather in his tech bo, wink wonk hehe!

As you entered the living room of the lair you spotted Donnie relaxing in his chair with his arms behind his head. You smirked as your ler instincts took over and carefully snuck up behind the chair to tickle under his arms.

They quickly shot down with a squeal and high pitched giggles as you continued to wiggle your fingers into his hallows

He giggled out your name with a smile as he wiggled in his chair "Gehet oHohout of thehere! I wahas relaxihihing!"

"Sorry D! That's what you get for leaving a tickle spot wide open in my sights!" You smirked as you moved down to his stomach

"Is tummytello ticklish? Let's find out~"

"Noho he's nOHoT!" He giggled as he tried to lightly push at your hands, not actually minding what was happening. That was until you squeezed his thighs

"WAHAHAHAIT (Y/N)-" He threw his head back onto the chair laughing

"Tickletickletickletickle~"

His face turned red as he grabbed your hands gently "STAHAHAP!" you immediately stopped and rubbed away the ghost tickles

"Too much?"

"Juhuhust right" he smiled back at you, giving you the reassurance "ihi'll get you back, after I finish relaxing"

You giggled at his statement before going to get a drink from the fridge.

Raph!:

-Deserves all the tickles in the world I'm just saying!

-He's at first a little nervous too, like Leo is because he doesn't want his spikes to hurt you on accident or anything else to hurt you but after you reassure him that everything is all good he will melt to your tickles

-Absolutely taking in every second, he will admit to you that he enjoyed it but he won't say a word in front of his brothers

-He's so happy though that you do it as a way to show that you care, it really means a lot to him

-He will get revenge though, if he feels like it, soooo, good luck getting away from the tickle monster

"Hey Raphhh~" you called out for him with a song in your voice as you entered his room.

He raised an eyebrow at your antics as you approached closer to his bed; "Helloo (Y/n)" he giggled "whahats going on?" He asked suspiciously as you sat in front of him

"Oh nothinggg just a vist,,, from the TICKLE MONSTER!" You giggled as you began to squeeze his sides

"WAhaIt! WhAhAhat?! NoHoHo! TiHihickle mOhoNsTeher!" He giggled lightly pushing at your hands

"Oh come on Raphie, you fight and take down all kinds of villains every day but can't handle the tickle monster" you smirked as your scribbled along his spikes.

"I soho cAhAHAN! WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Someone's got ticklish spikess~"

He whined your name through his giggles as he tried his best not to squirm so he wouldn't hurt you

"IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"

"Okahay okahay! All done you big giggle bug"

He pulled you into a hug "Ihihi love it, buttt you're forgetting somthing" he smirked at you "you forgot that Raph's the biggest tickle monster around!-"

Mikey!:

-Cutie pie! He is literally so happy when you tickle him and is never ashamed to admit it!

-He's the baby of the family so using tickles as a way to show that you care is his specialty! It's what he's used to and he wouldn't ask for anything better than that!

-So yeah he is 100% on board if you tickle him

-No worries or complaints here!

-Just a lot of giggles! :]

Mikey was mixing ingredients together when you spotted him from a far, he was turned around and his side was showing, you couldn't help but wonder behind him and give it a tiny squeeze

"EEP!- (Y/n)!" He giggled out your name as he turned to see who had squeezed his side. Your smirk and wiggling fingers only grew as he set the bowl down onto the counter

You pulled him to the ground gently and sat on his shell so you could have full access to the back of his knees

"(Y/n)- wAhait! I promise I'll let you lick the spoon full of batter!" He giggled trying to talk his way around it

"Deal! I'll take that batter,,, after I tickle you!" You giggled as you skittered your ten tickly fingers under his knees

He snorted and tried to curl up as best as he could, leaning into your fingers as you continued "NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Aww and why not giggles?~" You smiled evilly as you continued

"IHIHIHIT'S MY TIHIHICKLE SPOHOHOT!" He said through his laughter as he continued to try and get away

"Really? Huh, I wouldn't have guessed that" You said sarcastically as you continued "Tickle tickle tickleee~ Mikeyyy~"

"OKAHAY PLEAHAHAHASE"

You stopped and got off of him, rubbing away the ghost tickles before taking the bowl of leftover batter "I'll be taking this!"

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THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE! Thank you for the request my friend!

I hope you all enjoyedd and I hope you have the best day ever because you truly deserve it, Take care of yourself, know that you are loved and valued and that I am so incredibly proud of you for existing and for everything you do daily! /p /gen /pos

-K <3