#i have so many thoughts about mikey i cant even put them into words | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ancientbooshartifacts · 5 years

Text

Junk

Author: Vous_et_moi

Year: 2008

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Mike/Dave

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

“Dave?”

“Yeah Dave.”

“But… Dave?”

“Fucks sake, Noel, yes, Dave.”

Noel looked at his little brother unbelievingly, Mike was picking at the print on his t shirt, avoiding Noels eye. He had just admitted to perhaps maybe fancying Noel’s friend Dave a bit in the middle of McDonalds and Noel sat with a fry half way to his mouth, Mike watched as the ketchup on the end of the fry dripped off and landed on the table top.

“Are you sure Mike, cause this could just be like that time you thought you fancied Dee and got all upset and then once you told me you didn’t fancy her anymore-”

“It’s not that.”

“How can you be sure?” Noel eventually ate his chip and sat back with his arms crossed, peering at Mike. That had been fucking awful, he’d thought about breaking up with Dee for a week, he hated seeing Mike upset.

“Because that was misplaced jealousy, remember? Julian worked it all out, psychoanalyzing me? You’d been seeing Dee more, I didn’t like it, bla bla bla?”

“Yeah Yeah I get you, but this is just mental. When did you start liking boys?”

“Not boys, a boy.” Mike argued, reminding himself of a Blackadder episode. Only he didn’t think Dave was going to turn into a girl called Kate.

“Ugh no. How many times Mike; do what I say not what I do!”

“Yeah I bloody chose to be like you, I thought to myself ‘out of everyone in the whole world, I think I’ll use Noel as an idol, hopefully I’ll get the aids before I’m thirty.’”

“Oi!” Noel laughed, “Shut it. You shouldn’t eat that,” He nodded towards Mike’s burger, “bet them animals died in really horrific ways.”

“Don’t care. Neither did you, stop hanging out with Russell Brand, you’ll be doin’ Yoga next.”

“Fuck off!”

They shared cheeky grins before Noel remembered what they’d been talking about.

“But like…Dave?”

“I like him. He’s nice to me.”

“So is mum.”

“Shut up. This is awkward, don’t make it worse. I just thought I should talk to you seeing as you’re meant to LOVE me and help me out.”

“…I don’t love you that much. Aw Mike why do you always have to be so difficult!”

“What?”

“There’s probably loads of people who want you! You have to pick Dave.”

“I know”

“Who by the way, is MY mate, and straight, AND is seeing a girl.”

“Yeah I know.”

Mike sounds so sad and small Noel stops trying to act smart for a minute and leans forward in his chair, “You want me to say something?”

“Noel!”

“What?”

“I’m not twelve.” Mike sighs, pokes at his burger with a fry. He wants to open up the bun and peel out the slice of gherkin he knows lurks inside, but he also knows his brother, and how quick Noel would be out of there if he saw even a glimpse of green. They both hated them yes, but Noel couldn’t even look at gherkins.

“I know. But I could scout about, pull some shapes, see what he thinks of the idea?”

“There’s no point. You’ll make things all funny.” Mike gets a knot in his stomach at the thought of Dave finding out that he like’s him, it twists and turns and he’s not very hungry anymore, but that’s ok, because Noel has already started on his fries now that his own are finished.

“I won’t, I can be very inconspicuous when I want to.”

“You are about as inconspicuous as an elephant on a tube with a back pack, muttering to another elephant about becoming a hero-”

“Yes alright, Mikey, just you calm down, eh?” Noel grinned, ripping open a curry sauce.

They make an odd sight, him and Mike, sitting in a McDonalds at three in the morning, Noel wearing a purple glittery ensemble and high platform boots, Mike was wearing a grunge looking t shirt that Noel had already unsuccessfully tried to bin this week and baggy blue jeans, he was sitting cross legged on the table top but no one was around to tell him to get up, just some drunks in the corner, Mike focused on them for a minute.

“Those guys over there are talking about you.”

“They are? Balls. Good or bad?”

“Huh?”

“Like, is it “I’d tap that, crikey.” Or “Look at that great Electro poof, lets beat him up and secretly tap that.”

Mike laughed into his Milkshake as he took a drink, “I dunno, probably the second one, they look a bit outraged. Will I text the men folk or do you recon we can take them?”

“How many?”

“Four.”

“Men folk.” Noel grinned, even though his words made him sound worried about the drunks as soon as he knew he was being watched he started to preen. Mike got out his mobile phone, pretended to take a picture of Noel when really it was the guys (photo reference for Julian) he sent the picture to Julian with the simple message “Robin in trouble, hurry up Batman. J ”

“Do you think he’ll still be awake.”

“He’d stay awake till I got in.” Noel said absentmindedly, “I really need to pee and I cant cause they’ll follow me up stairs.”

“I’m not chumming you to piss.”

“Come on Mike, I could die.”

“Don’t care. Hold it in.”

Noel tutted, “You are not going the right way about me NOT telling Dave you fancy him.”

“You can’t use that against me! That is unbelievably unfair!” Mike glared at Noel, who only smirked back at him, “Plus what good am I? remember that last fight I got in? That guy just looked at me and took my glasses off of me and I was fucked.”

Noel started laughing loudly bringing a little more attention that was necessary to them, “That was fucking excellent!”

“Fuck you.”

“I wanted to shake the guys hand, how quick was he? Genius!”

“Noel shut the fuck up.”

“I mean with most people they’d do the usual hand-on-the-head move you know, pointing out very unoriginally that you’re about three foot-”

“-I’ll tell mum.”

“-But that guy. Wow, what a working class hero.” Noel was snickering, Mike tried not to smile but it was too hard, Noels laugh was infectious.

“It was the fact he put them safely back into my pocket afterwards that I liked best.”

The memory of it was too much for Noel and he positively squealed with laughter, clutching his sides, Mike laughed too but threw a fry at him so he knew he wasn’t really that amused.

“uh oh, your fans are on the move,” Mike’s eyes widened a little and he quickly looked at his trainers, Noel busied himself with reading the nutrition guide. But it was to no avail, they watched a shadow cast over the table.

“Oi you!” One of the men started, Mike saw three possibilities, One; Grab the tray, hit the biggest one with the tray, then using the tray as a sort of shield run for it. Two; Abandon Noel, hope that his glitter distracts them long enough so that he can call Julian and tell him to hurry up, but he couldn’t possibly do that one and the third… Well the third was confrontation.

After all he had contact lenses in today.

“Oi What?” Mike looked up challenging, he snuck a hand into his pocket, his mind going ‘Zippo Lighter, align your knuckles.’

“Are you two from “The Mighty Boosh?”

Not what they’d been expecting.

“Em, yeah.” Noel replied nervously.

“My girlfriend loves you,” The Man flipped his mobile phone out, “If I call her will you say hi?”

“Eh… Sure.”

Mike and Noel swapped relieved looks as the Drunk called up his girlfriend who didn’t seem very impressed at being woken up so late, he put her on loud speak, Mike and Noel took the phone.

“Alright?” They called out together, recognising their voices she seemed to waken up a bit.

“Oh my God oh my God! Is that really you?!?!”

“Yeah,” Mike grinned, “Think so.”

“Where are you guys?”

“Getting junk food-”Noel began, the Man waved at them franticly, shaking his head, Noel coughed, “Yeah, just met your boyfriend on the street.”

“Oh right, is he drunk?”

Mike and Noel grinned at each other, “No he’s fine, yeah, tell you the truth love I think we’re in worse nick, MIKE GET OFF OF THAT WALL! Sorry, little brothers eh?”

Mike covered his mouth quickly to cover his laugh, Noel covered the bottom of the phone.

“Oh, wow, well, I better let you go look after him, Thanks for talking to me…”

“No probz Darlin’ Keep watching the show!”

“I will do, Oh, go tell that tosser that if he wants his tea he’ll find it in the wheelie bin, Night night”

Mike, Noel and the Drunk man’s mates laughed as the phone was hung up, the Drunk man snatched it back and frowned at it, Noel moved up the bench.

“Look Sit here, take a picture for her.”

Mike and Noel waved them off smiling, well, that hadn’t been too bad.

“I keep forgetting guys staring at me might mean they recognise me now and not that they want to perform some GBH.” Noel was peering just past Mike to the car park outside, “Cavalry’s arrived. Hey Mike your boyfriend came along too.”

“Shut it!” Mike growled, he stopped himself from turning round to look, and waited for them to get into the restaurant.

“Alright, where were you? Fat lot of use you guys are, me and Mike just got bummed.” Noel grinned as he swung his arms around Julian’s neck, “McFlurry might make up for it though?”

“You didn’t tell us which McDonalds you were going to, we’ve been to two other stores.” Dave shook his head, perching on the table next to Mike, he looked at the younger man concerned, “You alright?”

“Eh…”

Julian scoffed, “Noel says he’ll forgive us for getting him raped if I buy him ice cream, how do you think they are? What happened?”

“Just wanted us to say hi to his girlfriend.” Mike mumbled, going shy with Dave’s eyes on him, Noel grinned wickedly at him, Mike grew worried, and bit his lip, Noel softened at this and looked back at Julian.

“I want a crunchie one and Mike wants an apple pie and I DEMAND it now!”

“You are a spoiled brat Noel Fielding.”

“Yes but I’m your spoiled brat.”

Dave made reaching sounds and Mike laughed hopping off of the table.

“Those two are well sick.” Dave threw his arm over Mike’s shoulder, Mike leaned in a little, if Dave had looked down at that precise moment He would have seen Mikes eyes being to shine, as it was, he didn’t/

“Yeah” Mike repeated back, in a small voice, “Sick.”

~~~

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

“Mike?”

“Yeah Mike.”

“But… Mike?”

“Yes Julian, Mike.”

Dave spoke very slowly as if he were talking to a particularly dim witted child, He shook his head and grabbed anther piece of pizza, “This is good, who made it?”

“Primo Pizza, off of York Street. Mike though, seriously?”

“Yup.” Dave bit down, looking at Julian nervously, Julian was frowning, he took a long drink from his can of lager.

“Noel will kill you, you know that, yes?”

“That’s why he doesn’t find out, right?”

“Alright.” Julian sighed, knowing already he was doomed. Noel always knew when he was keeping something from him, even when it was a s innocent as finishing off the last Jammy Dodger. He had no chance in Hell of keeping mum over this, “How long?”

“Fucking AGES man, It’s so much worse this tour cause we’re bunking up this time round and he keeps wondering about all naive and innocent in his boxers-”

“-Woah there, don’t need to hear that, he’s like my adoptive little brother too now.”

“Yeah sorry man. I wish I was back with Rich.”

“I thought you said he snored like a mother bitch?”

“He does. You keep using Noelisms.”

“I know. It’s not right. Have you heard him and Mike talking? After a while it’s like listening to a different language.”

“You’re just not down with the kids.”

“Lol.”

Julian and Dave laughed, feeling very clever about themselves.

“What about your girl?”

“Don’t ask, she was all mad about something when we left, and I said I’d see her soon, and she said not likely and I don’t think I replied back the way she wanted so she stormed off.”

“What did you say?”

“I said ‘cool man, catch you on the flip side.’”

Julian laughed and stretched out a bit more on his bed. They sat in his and Noel’s hotel room, playing cards and drinking cheap beer, Julian was actually quite tired now, but he couldn’t sleep until Noel was back an safe, and he had the feeling that’s how Dave felt about Mike.

They were a funny breed the Fielding boys, they made you happy, deep down, deep, deep down. Julian wasn’t actually sure where it was they warmed you up from, probably the chi.

But when they went out alone, which Julian supposed they had been doing long before he met them, you couldn’t help but worry.

It wasn’t like they were kids, far from it, and they didn’t go looking for trouble. Trouble just seemed to follow them about.

They were loud together, really loud, and talked about nothing, it brought attention to them, and Noel, bless him, always wore what he wanted to wherever he went, unfortunately there were some people who definitely didn’t like his style.

Much like a white pointy hat at a Chris Rock gig.

“Where’s Matt and Rich?”

“I dunno… still out on the pull?”

“Yikes, Newcastle, lock up your sons and daughters.”

Dave smiled, shuffling through his cards, he checked his watch again for what seemed like the hundreth time that night, Julian watched him sympathetically, he gave up trying to tie down Noel with time a long time ago.

“You going to say anything to him?”

“Who?”

“Mike.”

Dave looks up, raises his eyebrows, he looks like he is considering the question, but shakes his head.

“Why not?”

“Make things awkward for him, man, couldn’t do that. Don‘t want things to change.”

Julian was going to argue that maybe Mike would feel he same, but he thought better of it, Dave was right to just leave it.

Change wasn’t always the way forward.

“Julian Julian you can’t have babies! Please Ju!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know what happens when babies are born!”

“Noel-”

“I disappear! I disappear and no one can see me! Please Ju don’t you go too!”

Julian was snapped out of his thoughts by his mobile vibrating off of the bedside table, he sighed and went to receive it.

“Place your bets, “Dear Juju, I’m cold, come and pick me-”

“What?”

“The boy’s are in trouble. Come on grab your coat.”

“This is useless. Did they not tell you which one they were going to?”

“No but it has to be one near by, they walked to it didn’t they?”

Dave and Julian scanned the horizon from inside the touring car, Dave’s eyes lit up as he saw another pair of golden arches in the distance.

“There! Look, that has to be it!”

Julian changed lanes and headed towards the late night restaurant.

They parked the car and hurried towards McDonalds, Dave jumped over the bike racks outside and they nearly collided with a group of drunks that were coming out, Dave breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mike and Noel sitting in a corner booth, Mike was sitting cross legged on the table top, he looked adorable. Noel was grinning as he stood up from the bench

“Alright, where were you? Fat lot of use you guys are, me and Mike just got bummed.” he swung his arms around Julian’s neck, Nuzzling into his jumper “McFlurry might make up for it though?”

“You didn’t tell us which McDonalds you were going to, we’ve been to two other stores.” Dave leaned on the table top next to Mike, he looked worried, “You alright?”

“Eh…” Mike was worrying at his bottom lip, Dave adored that.

“Noel says he’ll forgive us for getting him raped if I buy him ice cream, how do you think they are?” Julian rolled his eyes, “What happened?”

“Just wanted us to say hi to his girlfriend.” Mike said in barely more than a whisper, something was up but Dave couldn’t figure out what, he caught Noel giving his little brother a cheeky grin, before turning his attention back to Julian.

“I want a crunchie one and Mike wants an apple pie and I DEMAND it now!”

“You are a spoiled brat Noel Fielding.”

“Yes but I’m your spoiled brat.”

Dave crinkled up his nose, he was all for being young and in love but he couldn’t stand soppy bull shit like that, at least, not where everyone had to hear it.

They headed towards the counter so Noel could get his ice cream, Noel had wrapped himself around Julian’s arm and was chatting away excitedly, Dave threw his arm around Mike, loving the contact.

He felt bad for Mike, always having to see his brother draped over someone, he wondered what it would be like to grow up like that, your brother obviously so comfortable in his own skin.

Mike was looking at Noel uncomfortably, Dave thought he understood why…

“Those two are well sick.”

He didn’t.

“Yeah, Sick.”

~~~

There’s something up with Noel.

There’s defiantly Something up with Noel.

Julian sighed and stared up at the ceiling that he couldn’t see because of the dark but he knew it was there. Noel was rolling over and over beside him, tossing and turning and sighing and tutting, giving Julian not so subtle kicks awake.

Enough was enough, Julian reached over and switched on the bedside light, his hand went up to tub his eyes, to stop the stars from dancing there. Noel did the same.

“Fuck, Ju! My eyes!”

“What’s the matter? you’ve been rolling about for 2 hours, its almost half five! We’ve got stuff to do tomorrow!” Julian turned so he could face Noel, Noel did the same, he brought up his hand up to put stray hairs back from Julian’s face, “I’ll staple you to the bed if you don’t stop moving.”

“Most decent folks would say tie me down, and not put sharp metal through my beautiful skin.”

“Most folk don’t know you to be a wriggle monster like I do.”

Noel smiled and shuffled closer to Julian, ducking his head down low as if he was about to tell him a secret.”

“I know something.” he was smiling mischievously, Julian grinned back and snaked an arm around Noels waist.

“Really? What?”

Noel bit his lip, “I cant tell you.”

“Oh. Alright. Night-night Noel.”

Julian hit the light switch and the room was plunged back into darkness. Noel bounced about beside him, huffing and sighing, then after a few moments he spoke again.

“Don’t you want to know?”

“Not if you cant tell me.”

Mike likes someone.” Noel blurted out, Julian rolled his eyes, not that Noel could see.

“Mike always likes someone. That’s what he does.”

“No, it’s different this time. It’s new, it’s interesting.” He could hear Noels grin in his words, he smiled too, knowing how desperate the younger man was to tell him the big secret.

“Good. You can talk about it with him in the morning.” Julian bit his lip to stop himself from laughing as Noel whined from beside him, wriggling in frustration.

“Do you want to guess? If you guess it means I haven’t told you.” Noel pleaded

“Noel it’s almost dawn, I don’t care, I’ll never care, I wouldn’t care if it was you right now.”

Noel poked him in the tummy, it hurt a little but Julian let it go, he supposed if someone had said that about a brother of his he’d want to hurt them too.

“That’s disgusting. I’d care. No go on! Guess!”

Julian sighed and in his minds eye came up with a list of any female they had recently been in contact with.

“Dee?”

Julian felt Noel shake his head beside him, his feathery hair tickling Julian’s face, the feeling used to annoy Julian, a long time ago when Noel had grown it out, now he didn’t think he could live without it.

“No.”

“Sue?”

“Nope.”

“Julia?”

“Uhuh”

“Rich?”

“…No. And also go home.” Noel sounded disgusted and then seeming to remember what they were talking abut giggled and jumped about beside Julian.

“Noel please just let me get some sleep. Stop jumping in the bed.”

“Fine grumpy. I will. And it was Dave, by the way.”

Julian switched the light back on and sat up in bed, Noel grunted at the harsh yellow bulb and covered his eyes with the duvet.

“NO WAY!”

“What?” Noel asked, peering out from under the covers, just his eyes showing, Julian opened his mouth then remembered just in time that he couldn’t say. He really couldn’t. He mustn’t.

“I can’t tell you. Nothing. Go to sleep.”

Noel threw the cover off of him and sat up with Julian, he grabbed the older mans hand and look’s at him with puppy dog eyes. Julian hates his weak will.

“No! What do you know!”

Julian looked pained, and Noel felt bad for pressing on something he clearly doesn’t want to discuss, but to know that there is gossip, but not to know what said gossip was? Well that went against everything Noel Fielding stood for.

“I promised Noel, do promises not mean anything to you?”

Noel held out his hand formally to Julian, and fixes him with an unwavering stare.

“Hi, I’m Noel Fielding, I don’t believe you’ve met me?”

“Alright, fair enough. But they mean something to me.”

Noel pushed Julian back down on the bed and straddled him, putting a hand either side of Julian’s head he looked at him pointedly.

“Balls; there’s no secrets between us Juju.”

“Not through lack of trying on my account.” Julian sighed, and tried to ignore Noels thighs by his sides because if he touched Noel now he would defiantly be a goner.

“Ju! Ju what do you know! Tell me! Pwease?” Noel pressed his body right against Julian, giving it all he got, he kissed Julian’s cheek chastely in the innocent way he knew Julian loved and whispered ever so softly, “Please, Jelly bean?”

Julian felt his resolve crumble at the use of Noel’s oh-so-secret nickname for him, his lip trembled, a sure fire way to know when he’s about to snap, Noel closes his eyes and starts giving him Eskimo kisses…

“Its about Dave.”

Noel does his best not to grin, and give away his innocent façade.

“What?”

“He likes someone.” Julian gulps, hoping Dave will forgive him somehow.

“Who…?“ Julian raised his eyebrows and waited for Noel to make the connection, “…OH!”

“Oh.”

Noel started bouncing up and down, grinning madly.

“Yes that’s brilliant! Now they can go out and it could be so sweet! Providing they don’t shag, cause if Dave even looks at Mike in a dodgy way I’ll kick his arse.”

Julian was biting his lip enjoying the sensation of Noel’s tiny little jumps, however he knew that Noel shouldn’t let himself get too happy.

“No, they cant.” Julian sighs.

“Exactly.”

“No, I mean they can’t just go out because we can’t tell them that they feel the same way because we’re not meant to know.”

Noels bouncing comes to a halt, the bed still creaks a little and Julian can’t help but think of all the time’s he’s heard bed springs groaning in hotel rooms, were they too just an innocent noise of a boy jumping on the bed excitedly?

He doubted it.

“Oh no!” Noel looked so disappointed that Julian felt his heart pull a little bit, “But what if we just tried to get them to tell each other?”

“I don’t think they will, little man.”

Julian knows Dave won’t not just out of fear of rejection but also fear of change, they had a nice set up, Him and Mike, their relationship for all intents and purposes like going out with someone but with non of the ties and tribulations that came with sex.

Julian had often thought of sex as the destroyer of otherwise innocent passion.

Noel started to clamber off of Julian but he grabbed a hold of Noel’s hips and kept him still.

“Where do you think you’re going, wriggle monster?” Julian leaned up to catch Noels lips in a kiss, Noel grinned;

“I thought you said it was bed time?”

“Bit late now for sleep, we’ll never wake up for that press review.”

“Ah right, “Noel said between kisses, “I can see your point.”

Julian rolled them over so he could lie Noel down on the pillows on his own side, “Ugh me covers have gone all cold!”

“Not for long.”

He likes the way Noel feels underneath him, likes to know how his lover could have anyone but only wants him, it’s nice to feel the ever confidant Noel shakes underneath him and grab a hold of him so tightly, like he’s afraid Julian will disappear if he doesn’t.

He likes the feel of Noels collar bone as he kisses along it, likes the way every time he exhales Noel shivers at the tickle of his breath. He likes to make Noel squirm, and shudder and thrust underneath him, but most of all?

“Julian, Ju please!”

He loves to make him beg.

~~~

Rich wasn’t quite sure what had happened, but something most definitely had.

Something was rippling through the Boosh boys like an underwater jigsaw, oh yes, he could tell, it took a small small man to go unnoticed by Richard Fulcher.

He didn’t think Matt had noticed, but he’d been out of the dynamic of the group for so long it was understandable that he was so oblivious, munching away on cornflakes and chatting about their night out before.

Also, he had the strangest feeling that Matt may be too normal to pick up on this stuff.

Noel kept grinning at Mike, who in turn would give him a furious look back and take frightened little glances at Dave, who was doing the same only he was also trying to subtly get Julian’s attention, who was very obviously ignoring this while staring at Noel, shaking his head in what could only be Julian telling Noel to calm down.

Curiouser and curiouser…

Rich poured himself another coffee, and sat back in his seat to try and analyze.

“Mike, eat it.”

“I don’t want to!”

“Eat it. You’ve go to keep up your BMI, mum will kill me if you don’t and you’ve not been eating at all!”

“Not through lack of trying! You ate all my chips last night AND I couldn’t eat my burger cause you’d freak out if I took out the pickle bit!”

“Sorry, look I know, but just eat it, please?”

“Can I not just have some fruit?”

Every morning the same argument, Mike just wasn’t hungry in the mornings that’s all, but his weight did seem to drop alarmingly sometimes. He didn’t eat a lot (well, except for sweets) but he expended a lot of energy, more than Noel even, Rich wasn’t sure what happened in their gene pool but they never seemed to be able to sit down for long. Noel was always on a diet, Rich sometimes thought that this was the reason he obsessed so much with Mike’s eating habits.

That, or he really REALLY enjoyed winding up Mike.

Rich knew he did.

“It’s just a bit toast!” Noel shoved Mike’s plate further towards him but Mike pushed it back, glaring at his older brother, he hadn’t been at the table when they ordered and Noel forgetting how fair-weather Mike was towards food had just ordered for him.

“No it’s not, it’s got all these beans all over the place! I’m short sighted, Noel, not fucking blind!”

“Just eat the toast then!”

“It’s covered in tomato juice! I won’t do it, I’d rather eat dick!”

“I bet you would.” Noel grinned and stuck his tongue in his cheek, there was a sudden thump as Mike’s foot connected with Noel’s shin, “OW! Fucks sake Mike!”

“Easy boys…” Julian intervened, taking Mikes plate he scraped the food onto his own, “Mike what do you want?”

“Umm…”

Noel threw himself back in his chair, he reminded Rich of Kevin the teenager, “Ugh! Don’t ask HIM to choose something! We’ll be here all day!”

“Can I get some apple juice and some pancakes please Julian?” Mike stuck out his tongue at Noel and smiled sweetly at Julian who sighed and got up to go to the counter.

Rich frowned, had another sip of his coffee. Now, what could be the cause of all this tension? If he wasn’t very much mistaken he thought the situation ran somewhere along the lines of this;

Dave and Mike like each other, that had been apparent for ages, but it seemed that Mike has eventually told Noel and now Noel is milking it for all it is worth, which was a little threatening to Mike, thus the kick. However at some point Dave must have also told Julian that he liked Mike, so now Dave was trying to get some sort of confirmation out of Julian that Julian hadn’t told Noel, as Julian tells Noel everything, but as Julian was trying to avoid Dave’s eye it was pretty clear he has told Noel, however, Noel and Julian haven sworn to secretly to both Mike and Dave respectively not to tell anyone, so now Noel and Julian know that Mike and Dave like each other but they can’t tell Mike and Dave this happy news because if they do Julian and Noel will have been discovered breaking their promises, which, he imagines, will not best impress Dave and Mike.

Well, that could be it… Probably not though. He’d misjudged these things before.

~~~

They had free time, Dave Julian, Matt and Rich had headed off into town to see the sights and sounds of Newcastle town but Mike and Noel had already done everything there was to do, they used to have an aunt that lived here and summer holidays had been spent strolling up and down the central arcade and the discovery museum.

They were sat in Noel’s room, Mike was tapping away at an original game boy (birthdays would bring offers of a Game boy colour which were flatly refused, Mike had openly laughed at the idea of a Nintendo DS) and Noel was pretending to flick though a magazine, but the match maker in side him was kicking and screaming and he couldn’t focus on the words.

He hated this feeling, knowing that he could sort this all out, make his little brother happy, he liked a happy Mike, a proper nothing-could-be-better happy bouncy Mike, he was good to be around, could cheer anyone up, it was how Noel had survived though High school.

Noel had been staring at an article about how someone or other had gotten fat for the last 20 minutes, he had been coming up with a plan, any kind of plan. It was quite difficult actually. He didn’t know how Julian did it.

“Mike?”

Mike looked up from his game, smacking the pause button as he went. “Yeah?”

Noel bit his lip, rubbed his nose with one finger “Naw, It’s nothing, forget it.”

“What?” Mike looked at him quizzically, turning around on the bed so he could look at Noel properly.

“Nah, Its o.k. Just eh… nah” Noel was really working over his lip, it was a sign that he was keeping something from Mike, they both did it, it was how their parents knew if they had done anything they weren’t supposed to.

“What is it?”

Noel sighed, and tried to think of how best to ask Mike about Dave again, “How much do you like Dave? Like… do you want a shag or what?”

Mike fixed his older brother with a hard stare. “…Shut up Noel.”

“No listen! What I mean is like… Do you think you love him?” Noel shuffled over a bit closer to Mike, ducked his head a bit so Mike knew he meant to have a serious conversation about this.

“How can I love him? I mean, with out us being in love?” Mike muttered, looking back to his game boy, Mario blinked away at him, Mike found himself wishing he’d never pressed Noel.

“Well… When you think about him….“ Mike looked back up and raised an eyebrow, this was more difficult than Noel expected. You know what wouldn’t be difficult? Just being allowed to tell Mike that Dave fancied him. “How do you feel… Does it hurt?”

“Sometimes, like if we’re out and like… girls come over, you know?” Noel nodded in an understanding way, Mike wished that he wouldn’t, “But mainly I’m just like…really happy to be near to him, and I like making him laugh, it’s all…funny.” Now Noel was giving him a dopey smile, Mike began to bristle a bit, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Like what?” Noel grinned.

“It’s not cute.” Mike crossed his arms, Noel fought back the urge to tell him that going in a huff only ever made him look cuter, because in fairness it really did. Diddums.

“I never said it was.”

“I can tell you know, what you’re thinking. Stop it.”

Noel laughed and shook his head, looking away from his brother for a minute. It was extremely hard setting Mike up, he was pretty clueless actually. He wondered if he‘d ever been that dense. “If he asked you, told you he liked you, would you go about with him?”

“It’s not going to happen.”

“But if he did?”

“…Yeah probably.”

“Cool.” Noel considered this, “Would you ask him?”

Mike looked scandalized, “No!”

“…Ok“ Fuck, Mike was difficult, how he‘d ever, ever had a girlfriend was beyond Noel, then he remembered every single one Mike had got had asked him out rather than the other way about. What could he do then, to try and encourage Dave to put a move on Mike? Noel frowned, it felt very, very odd to be thinking of ways to make your mate try and pull your little brother. He’d think about that later though. “Well. We could get him to notice you.”

“I think he knows I exist, Noel, it has been quite a number of years that we’ve been working together.”

Sometimes, Mike could be a splendiferous twat.

“No, no I mean like, NOTICE, notice you. In a sexual sense.”

Noel prayed to Mick Jagger that he never ever had to talk to his brother about people noticing him in a sexual sense ever again.

“He’s not gay.”

“Neither’s Julian, or me… Or you.”

“Yeah but you and Julian’s different though, init? You’re all like soul mates and stuff.”

Noel tried not to grin like a fool at Mike’s words, he feels like he’s just drank a really good cup of tea, like his little brothers just given him a hug from in his tummy.

“Yeah but you an’ Dave are like the beginning of a comic idea, like I mean, you could be too, me and Julian write together all the time sure, but you and Dave drive about in the banter bus, I’ve heard you together, it’s amazing, I want to bottle it up and sell it to sad people to make them laugh.”

Mike stares at him, Noel is already aware that he sometimes only makes sense in his mind and his words don’t always come out the way they sound in his head. “You are fucking weird sometimes.”

“Thanks. Nah I just mean we could tart you up a bit.”

“Fuck off.”

Mike is frowning again now and turns back to his game, another example of how Noel can’t get the English language to work out for him.

“No listen it’s a good idea, get you more fitted clothes, bit of eyeliner, product in your hair-”

“-Glitter nail varnish and a big pink bow-”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous. It’ll work, let me dress you up a bit.”

“I’m not a bleeding turkey.”

Mike is still playing the computer, Noel listens to the beeps and blips, Mike had it turned down earlier but Noel wanted it played, he liked it, it was like music, broken music, someone had come along and stolen some of the notes, but he could fill them back in in his head, he was good at that.

“Just for tonight, the Robot’s gig, If you hate it loads it’ll be fine cause you can just tell people I dressed you-”

Mike snorts with laughter, Noel cant see but from his hand movements he knows that Mario is jumping ledge to ledge, Noel catches himself wondering what a Mighty Boosh game boy game would be like.

“-you did.”

“Yeah, see? And then you’ll pull Dave and be happy and he can remind you to take your lenses out and I’ll be free from worrying that you might have forgotten and did you take your pill and have you called mum-”

Mike looks up from his game at last, looks at Noel with confusion, the sound of Mario dying a death screeches out from the hand held console, but their attention is far off from the machine now. “-He does that already.”

“What?”

“He already does that. I thought you told him to?”

Noel has to stop himself from punching the air, Dave really likes him, he really does and it’s so cool, and he can pair his brother off and know he’ll get looked after and not fucked about and then Mike might cheer up and start eating breakfast again, Noel sometimes thinks that he lives to make other people happy, because the rush he gets from Mike’s words is almost as good like finding out that Julian was in love with him, he wants to grab a hold of Mike and shake him, screaming ‘Don’t you see what this is? It’s a summertime miracle, like new grass and the sun shining at 9 p.m rejoice! Rejoice! Everything’s going to be ok!’

But he doesn’t, instead he bites his lip and smiles and stares back at his magazine where “Catherine” from Bristol is getting made over to look like J.Lo.

“Naw man, mum must‘ve called him up, not trusting me to do it.”

“That‘ll be it...Fuck it, tonight, what did you have planned?”

~~~

“Ah! Fuck off Noel that was my eye!”

“Keep still then you wriggly little twat!”

“It’s not my fault you can’t do a fucking straight line!”

“I’ll leave you like this, then we’ll see how much Dave fancies you shall we?”

“These jeans are scratchy!”

“SHUT UP!”

“Noel it’s not worth it! I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH AS A BROTHER TO LET US KILL EACH OTHER OVER EYELINER!”

“Just… Behave. DON’T TOUCH YOUR HAIR!”

“THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

“MICHAEL BEHAVE!”

“I DON’T LIKE NEON COLOURS!”

“THEY’RE NOT SO KEEN ON YOU EITHER!”

*******

Dave was tapping up a storm on his thighs, having no drum kit to hand and being extremely bored, he had no high hat, so instead he was hitting an empty water glass with a pencil, He was aware that the rest of the group was staring at him but he didn’t care, they were supposed to be at the gig by now, he was all hyped up after the show and wanted to let off some steam, Noel and Mike had been shut up in Noel’s room for almost an hour and it was seriously starting to tick everyone off.

How long did it take to get ready?

He supposed he could take a wander back to his hotel room, he had brought along some bongo drums, have a play on those, or maybe go for another shower, it did seem like he had the time to after all.

Matt and Rich were playing snap, having been convinced by Noel to come out to the gig, Dave felt for them, they didn’t particularly even like the girls music but they’d agreed to come out, group bonding as it were, it had been lucky that the girls were doing Newcastle just as they were passing though, Noel had been giddy with it during the show.

Dave looked up at Julian, he wondered how it felt, to be brushed aside so easily for the fierce little Dee and her neon smiles. Probably a bit like how it would feel to be swept aside for the lovely Julia and her two beautiful boys.

Complicated things, Human beings.

Dave wondered if he could go and have a smoke, maybe a nice bit of green would calm him down a bit, but he knew he really just wanted to jump around and drink a lot of tequila. Proper tequila, with lime and salt. And Mexican hats.

Dave’s thoughts turned to Mike, as they so often did. He’d looked anxious, as he’d been dragged away with Noel, what did his brother have planned for him, Dave wondered, that made Mike look so apprehensive? He wished he’d followed, he was willing to lay bets out that they’d snuck out the window and disappeared off into the night leaving the rest of them here to go mad and fester.

He could understand, but why not take him with them? He was too young for games of snap in hotel lobbies. Yeah?

He was torn from his thoughts by the sound of the elevator door dinging open and Noel and Mike clambering out, Noel laughing and talking so fast, like he was up to his eyeballs in speed and Mike…

And Mike…

Dave stood up, like a nervous prom date who’s queen had just entered the room, he couldn’t help it, he just stared and stared at Mike, swallowing had somehow become the hardest task in the world.

He didn’t look like Mike… well, he did, of course he did, but he didn’t. But Mike on a night out was a blazer, a band t shirt and stone washed jeans with a pair of Adidas three stripes and a trilby hat; this was… Not that.

Mike stood a little taller than usual in a pair of purple Gordon Jack trainers, black skater style jeans and a back shirt unbuttoned over what could only be one of Noel’s T shirts covered in neon prints. Dave couldn’t count the number of bangles on one skinny wrist.

Mikes hair had been stylized or… Dave didn’t know, his curls seemed more defined his hair looked darker, shinier, and his eyes…

It was Noel’s handiwork, that was for sure, from the corner of Mike’s left eye there were stars that faded back into his hair line, his eyes themselves had been lined, thick and black and Egyptian looking, with a trail of silver glitter under each eye. The only thing of Mike’s that Dave recognised was the half moon necklace that hung around his neck.

In short, he appeared to be Noelified.

Mike was looking back at Dave, he looked so nervous, Dave should probably say something but he can’t, in fact, now that he was coming back to reality he noticed that everyone was just staring at the younger Fielding brother.

Mike sighed, “Sorry everyone it appears that I have accidentally come dressed as a gimp.” He turned around back to face the elevator, “You go ahead, I’ll catch up.”

Noel made a grab for his brothers arm, “Hey, aren’t you even going to wait and see what they say?”

“They don’t need to say anything-”

“You look good.” Dave blurted out, Mike turned to look at him, “You do. You look good. Not like… you don’t look like our Mike but, fuck, Noel won’t be getting any attention tonight.”

Matt nodded, Julian nodded, Rich just stared a little open mouthed, it was a little like waking up and realizing that your cute little cousin was going to grow up and discover sex and drugs and throw away their Lego bricks. Dave was half waiting for Mike to push up against him, stub out a cigarette and whisper ‘Tell me about it, stud.’

Instead Mike was pulling at the bottom of the t shirt and looking thoroughly uncomfortable, both Dave and Mike missed the triumphant look Noel gave Julian, but Rich didn’t, and he stood up quickly.

“Alright let’s go we’re late already, Matt and I will go grab a cab, yeah?” He got Matt on the shoulder and pulled him outside quickly, if he did this right then maybe Dave and Mike would get a chance to speak together between the hotel and the noisy club.

Mike looked back up at Dave, “Is it really stupid?”

Dave shook his head hard, “No, no not at all. You look really different mate that’s all. We’re all used to Noel obviously so it was a bit of a shock seeing you more glammed up than him I guess.”

“It doesn’t feel right. Should I just go and change. He spent ages but I feel like a tool. A whole bag of tools. I feel like a tool shed.”

Dave laughed and held out his arm for Mike to take, “Come on you, you can be my Vince Noir for the night, hmm? Where can we go pick up a trumpet? I’ll do Howard.”

“You are amazing, Dave, that’s what I can say this is!” Mike laughed and grabbed onto Dave’s arm, giving it a squeeze, a horrendous upsurge of butterflies took control of Dave’s organs. As Mike swung his arm, Dave caught the distinctive scent of Vodka, ah, so that’s how Noel had done it, poor little Mike.

“What do you like better, this look or my look?”

“Eh…” Dave wasn’t really sure how to answer that, Mike at the moment looked good enough to be thrown across reception and bummed silly, but he didn’t look like Mike, his Mike. His Mike looked sweet and geeky and shy, which is pretty much what Mike was like really; he could walk you through episodes of Red Dwarf and challenge you to hill rolling competitions but he couldn’t talk to girls and he hated interviews, if he had to he could stumble through, but he’d always say the wrong thing at some point.

“I don’t mind, you can say whatever.” Mike was chewing on the edge of his sleeve. Now he looked like his Mike. A lot. All sexed up but bricking it. Perfect.

“You look hot. But I’ll help you celebrate the return of your trainers tomorrow.” Dave grinned at him, Mike smiled back and ruffled through his hair.

It had never been so hard to talk to Mike for as long as Dave could remember, Dave stuck his hands into his jeans their eyes met as they walked side by side and they laughed nervously before falling back into silence, Dave’s eyes lingered over Mikes curls, noticing this, Mike ruffled them again.

“Its like…I got this shaders and toners bullshit in it, making it proper black, like a proper little mini me for Noel.” Mike laughed uncertainly.

“how’s it gone that curly?” Dave said, sounding stupid to his own ears but desperate for something to say.

“Noel just didn’t let me touch it while it was drying, usually its just towel dry comb though then out the door…Oh my God we’re talking about hair.” Mike widened his eyes and shook his head in mock horror, Dave mirrored the act.

“I know. I feel filthy.”

They laughed, not noticing the looks they were getting from Julian and Noel, too lost in laughter and a giddy sense of change that had settled over them.

Dave couldn’t remember the last time Mike had held onto his arm for so long, he had been drinking, and he was wearing stupid shoes, was that it? Was it something else? Mike had only seemed to care what Dave thought.

Or was he just letting his imagination run wild?

Dave didn’t like feeling unsure. About anything, it really wasn’t one of his characteristics, he liked to know exactly what the crack was, and what was going down, and he always knew how he felt about things. Always. But tonight it seemed his Chakra was out of whack.

He hated when that happened.

When they got to the club there was still a queue outside, as expected the crowd went wild over the appearance of Noel and Julian, they stopped for a minute to wave and sign things, Mike was about to walk straight in when Dave caught sight of a girl almost killing herself to grab his attention, he grabbed a hold of Mike and shoved him towards her.

“Um. Hi.”

“Oh my GOD! Mike! I love you! Well, in a fanish sense, not a stalkerish sense… Sign my t Shirt?”

“It’s a nice Shirt, you sure you want my scribble all over it?”

Dave listened to Mike’s interaction with the girl and smiled, he was even shy around devoted fans of his. Dave put his hand on the small of Mikes back, he hoped it helped, he wasn’t to know it made Mike more nervous.

“You’re all gothed up?”

“Yeah Noel did it, he has fun with us puppets.”

“Cool. You’ll go back to being Mike though, yeah?”

Dave could have kissed that girl. Genius, as Noel would have said.

Noel came wondering over, he grinned at the girl then turned to Dave and Mike, “We need to go in now.”

“Oh yeah sure. She doesn’t like what you’ve done to Mike.”

The girl blushed, “It’s not that I don’t like it, I just don’t think it’s very Mike is all.”

“Yeah well, he needed someone to notice him, catch you inside pervy Mike fancier.”

Someone to notice him?

The girl grinned, “Not if I catch you first, pervy Julian fancier.”

And she was off into the crowd, Dave and Mike laughed, Noel just grinned, a little set back and for once lost for words.

But… Someone to notice him?

“Right,” Rich, Matt and Julian wandered over to the group, “Lets get this party started!”

They gave one last wave to the crowd and turned to walk into the club, Noel linked arms with Mike and went strolling in with him, they had the same walk, when you put them together like that, the same swish of the hips and little bouncy steps. Dave and Julian watched them go in, both of them sighed at the same time. They swapped guilty little grins, and followed the Fielding brothers in.

“NOEL!” Dee did a running hug when she saw her boyfriend, Sue came bounding over as well, both of them geared up and ready to play, Sue looked Mike up and down, walked around him.

“Wow, Mike, that’s hot.”

Dave stared at Mike as he laughed uneasily and scratched the back of his neck, “Cheers.”

She beamed at him and he blushed, Mike blushed because of her. Dave watched as the boys were both dragged over to the bar, he saw Sue’s hand grab a hold of Mike’s wrist, watched as Noel whispered something in his girlfriend’s ear, Dee looked at Mike with surprise and then back to Noel, but Mike didn’t notice, he was too busy talking to Sue.

Sue. Sue broke up with Chris, Noel had told him about it at some point, he hadn’t really taken it on board. Mike looked a bit like… Just with that make up, and all the black...

Sue.

Right.

Dave had never had the pleasure of being hit by a bus, but he was pretty much certain that if it were ever to happen it would feel like this…

~~~

It was half past one, the girls had stopped playing, they were wondering about greeting their fans while the club DJ took over the decks. Matt, Julian and Rich had last been seen at the bar downing some ominous looking electric blue shots, Noel was whisked away by a group of girls around half an hour ago, he had looked at both Dee and Julian for assistance but had received none and presently Dave was sitting slumped outside of the club sheltered slightly in a door way with Mike, who was trying to have a smoke, but failing entirely to light it up properly, much to his own amusement.

Dave sighed and reached over to take the lighter off of Mike, he shielded the flame from the wind and eventually they got the cigarette lit.

“Thanks” Mike took in a deep draw, funny how Alcohol made you want to smoke so badly, Alcohol and cigarettes, the two went hand and hand. To be joined later by a donner kebab. Maybe that was just Dave.

It was cold now, the wind cutting through them, Mike shivered and tried to wrap the thin shirt more around himself, Dave went to shrug off his coat, but Mike grinned and shook his head.

“I’m not your girl, man.”

Dave smirked. No, he wasn’t. Actually Dave’s type of girl wouldn’t be wearing so much glitter, and she wouldn’t have been dim enough to leave without a coat, he didn’t say that though, he just moved so they could sit next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, penguin style.

Mike slumped a little onto Dave, he was wasted, he hadn’t meant to get so drunk, he had a feeling that it was to do with these pills he was taking, he was dead certain now, actually that the doctor had said to avoid alcohol while on them, but they’d opened up the mini bar in Noels room, drank mini Vodka bottles and halved a tobelerone.

Was that an international thing? There was always a tobelerone in the mini bars of hotels.

It was then he’d remembered the warning, but by then he’d had three miniatures and nothing bad had happened had it? Well… He got drunk a bit faster than usual, and he felt a little tired but that was it.

“Dave, Dave do you think they do Advocaat here?”

“Huh? Why? You want a snowball?”

Dave shifted so he could put an arm around Mikes shoulder, he couldn’t help it, he knew Mike liked Sue now, and he knew there was no need for him to torture himself like this, but in this little lane, on this doorstep, there was only Mike and him.

Maybe he could make believe for a little while?

“Yeah, yeah they’re amazing! Noel once drank a whole bottle of Advocaat when we were at a family party… I think I was about 7...he threw up all this banana custard looking stuff.”

“That… Is disgusting. Thank you Mike.” Dave laughed. The side door of the club opened, it was Noel, he must have gotten away from his legions somehow. Noel almost tripped over their legs, he shrieked, then shushed himself, as if he might attracts the attention of fans.

“What are you two berks doing down there?” Noel tutted, sitting down beside them, his fringe was sticking to his forehead, he must have been dancing, which explained why he wasn’t shivering from the cold.

“Smoking.”

“Making sure Mike doesn’t wander off.”

Noel grinned, “You drunk, Michael?”

“On a scale of one to ten, he’s about a forty six.” Dave grinned, shaking Mike so he’s sit up a little straighter.

“Dave, Dave I love you.” Mike was attempting to take a draw of his cigarette but he kept laughing unable to, Dave smiled but it didn’t quite meet his eyes, ouch, lovey-dovey drunk time, when you’re in love with total strangers and your best mate is your soul mate. Brace yourself Brown.

“I love you too, man.” he says back, not meeting Mikes eyes, he can’t, what if Mike looks into him and sees how he means it?

“Nah, I like, I like really love you, I love you more than I love…” Mike cuts off, frowning, trying to think of something he really, really loves, it’s hard actually, there’s not many things that come close to Dave, “Than I love crisps…”

“Oh right, must be serious then, thanks man.” Dave shared a grin with Noel, who was looking a little nervous, scared of fan girl attacks Dave supposed. Getting to his feet, he held out his hands for Mike to grab, they should head back in, it was freezing out here, even Noel was starting to shiver, finally cooled down.

Mike stubs out and pushes the butt down a crack in the pavement, he can feel Noels glare, Noel Fielding- Eco Warrior, that’s a laugh. He takes Dave’s hands and his head spins and he gets pulled up too fast, alright, so he may be a little more drunk than he first thought.

“I really do love you, I didn’t think I’d properly loved anyone but Noel says that if it-”

Noel catches him, literally as he staggers and figuratively before he can go on to describe to Dave what love is, Dave is frowning at him, confused or concerned he cant work out which it is, he laughs, and tries to wipe his hair out of his eyes before he realizes its not his hair in his eyes that makes his vision blurry, it’s a thin layer of glitter that’s migrating all over his face.

“Alright Mate, come with me Mike, yeah? We’ll get some water,“ Noel holds Mike close, in a hug, and whispers in his ear, “youaremakingafooloutofyourself.”

Mike either doesn‘t hear him or doesn’t care, he whispers back “I don’t want water though, I want to tell-”

Noel could strangle his brother sometimes, he’s the least tactile person Noel has ever met, and Noel knows Rich Fulcher. He turns his head so he can look Mike in the eyes, trying to get his point across.

“Not like this you don’t. come on we’ll go get a drink and if you still want to say then you can,” turning back to Dave who is looking at them both in a bewildered stare of confusion, Noel feels for him suddenly, how easy it would be if playground politics still ruled all, ’my mate really fancies you so eh, how about it?’ “SORRY Dave, lightweights eh?”

Mike frowns and shakes his head, he’ll put up with a lot of things but not getting called a lightweight, he’s worked long and hard at being able to take more liquor than Noel.

“I’m not a lightweight it’s my pills.”

“What?”

Mike digs around in the pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a little white box, he shows the instructions to Noel, “Look, it clearly says on the packet that you should ‘Avoid Alcohol.’…”

Noels eyes widen as he grabs the packet, “Mike!”

“What? I WAS avoiding it! It just found me is all, that’s not my fault, very persistent, that alcohol…” Mike grins, looking at the floor feeling foolish but not ashamed, he stumbles a bit again, even though he’s just standing still, it’s going to be an interesting night.

“Mum is going to kill me!” Noel holds onto Mikes shoulders and tries to look into his eyes to see if his pupils have dilated at all.

Mike looked back at Noel in confusion, “Nah Noel, she’s not here…”

“I’m going to have to call her.” Noel ran a hand through his hair, stressing out, Mikes eyes widened and he grabs Noel at the waist, shaking his head.

“NO! No don’t do that! I’ll be good, I’ll be good, water yeah? I’ll drink some water!” Mike pulls Noel by his t shirt back into the bar, When they get back into the club Noel sits him down by their jackets and bags at the table they’ve had all night, Dave and Noel swap worried glances as Mikes head drops onto the table.

“Call NHS 24/7, ask them.” Dave suggests, Noel looks a little relieved at the thought of not having to call their mother in the early morning.

“Right. Right yeah, they’ll be able to tell me,” Noel leaned down so he could speak in Mikes ear, he scraped Mikes hair back off of his face to reveal one glittery eye, Noel was trying hard not to over react, but he’d never seen his baby brother like this, wasted? Yes. Sleepy? Yes. Never at the same time, “Mike you stay with Dave and for the love of God don’t try and talk to him, ok?”

“Ok…” He couldn’t see Mikes mouth but new he was smiling when it reached his eyes, “Noel, your eyes are all sparkly.”

“Yeah, Dee got me with glitter…” Noel stood up, better to leave Mike with Dee when he was like this, so he didn’t tell Dave his big gay confession, not in this state anyway. “Actually that’s not a bad idea, Dee! Delia!”

She turned where she had been dancing with Sue and Rich and came bounding over, grinning, her smile faded however as she caught sight of Mike.

“Yeah?”

“Can you please stay with Mike while me and Dave go make a call, and try and make sure he’s not a total fool.” He raised his eyebrows at her then gave a quick look at Dave, he’d told her earlier what was going on… Which wasn’t betraying Mike really… as he and Dee counted as the same person… right? “Come on Dave.”

Dee shuffled along the bench to sit next to Mike, she pulled him gently by the shoulders so he was sitting upright again. His eyes had lost focus, she snapped her fingers a couple of times before he noticed her and he smiled when he did, managing to throw and arm around her shoulders, she did the same, if only to stop him from falling over again.

“Hello Delia.” She heard him mutter, she smiled a little, eye’s glittering, ah she did enjoy a wasted Mike, he could be a lot of fun, if she could wake him up a bit.

“Hello Michael.”

she saw a half full can of red bull on the table, she picked it up with her free hand, had a sniff, no booze in it, maybe a lil of the ole date rape though. Her mother’s warning came back to her ‘never drink anything that’s been left on it’s own!’.

However, Mike had most likely taken a lot worse in his day… He might enjoy it if it was spiked… she would. She took a gulp herself then pressed the can to his mouth, tipping them both back a little so he could drink. It was going so well until he started to laugh, she laughed too as they both got covered with the sticky energy drink.

He wiggled about in the booth, sticking his feet on the seat and leaned his head on her shoulder, her arm still around his shoulder. He took her hand in his, interlinking their fingers, and took a few more sips of the red bull can.

“You’ve got a nice shoulder.” He said, a little matter-of-factly, and she grinned, watching the dance floor as Sue and Rich attempted to incorporate RiD and Bob Fossil moves with, surprisingly, some good results.

“Do I? That’s good.”

“Did you have fun singing?” He looks up, trying to look at her but only succeeds at staring at the ceiling of the booth.

“Yeah. Did you have fun dancing?”

He nods on the shoulder. “Uh huh. But I keep forgetting that I’m all done up until I catch someone looking at me and then I want to hide.”

Mike throws his other arm over his face to emphasise his point, sending the can flying, they burst out laughing as it disappears off into the distance, Mike sits up, clutching his stomach, Oh the laughter of the clinically drunk.

“Aww.” Dee pulls him into a hug, and kisses his left temple hard, Mike has to shut one eye, “You look good though. Well, you did, now you look wasted.” She laughs, Mike swears at her by scratching his nose with his middle finger, childish but always amusing, she swears back, by leaning on the table and holding the v sign up by her cheek, they laugh again but then Mike bites his lip, and looks a little sad.

“It was for Dave.”

“What?” She’s not sure how to react to this, having already been told by Noel, but Mike doesn’t know this… however Mike’s probably too gloriously drunk to care just now.

“It was for Dave.”

“Yeah? That’s cool.” Yeah, why wouldn’t she be that cool about finding out that… oh who was she kidding? She’d be squealing like a fan girl, just like she was earlier in the bathroom with Sue. “Do you think he liked it?”

“I dunno.” Mike was frowning, tracing a shape on spilled liquid on the table top, “He said it was different. I dunno what different means. Noel’s different and people like him…but Gary Glitter was different too and people weren’t so keen.”

“Ha-ha, I like you when you’re drunk, Mike.” Dee shakes her head, grabs him into another hug… she might be a little worse for wears herself by now actually.

“I like you in general.” Mike hugs back, “But not as much as Dave.”

“That’s ok.” Dee can’t help but grin, it’s too cute really. Se remembers how that annoys Noel, when she say’s boy couples are cute, ‘There’s nothing “cute” about bumming, Delia.’ She begs to differ.

“Do you think I could maybe just go home? Will you tell Noel?”

“I think you should maybe wait until he gets back ok, then I’ll take you to my hotel, we’re having an after party, so you can wake up for that, ok?” She kisses him on the forehead, and tries to get Mike to settle down again.

“Ok. Dee, do you think I should tell Dave I like him?”

“I think that maybe you should wait and sober up first, but yeah, go for it. Your brother was off his tits when he asked me out first time, so I didn’t believe him, you don’t want that to happen.” She smiled at the memory, she thought it had been a wind up as she’d liked him for so long and it was only after so many people found out that he asked.

“I think you’re really cool,” Mike sighed, “I dunno why he messes you about so much.”

Dee felt the colour drain from her face, she knew it was coming of course, she could never have a conversation with Mike without it coming up, she just didn’t want to hear it, pretend it wasn’t happening. But Mike, Mike always wanted to check up on her.

“It’s an open relationship now, Mike.”

“Yeah it is on his side, but-”

“Mike, shush. It’s ok, I’m ok with it. Really. Really I am.” No she wasn’t, well… She was but…

“No you’re not. Neither is Julian.”

She found she had a bitter taste at the back of her throat, oh yes, poor Julian, with his beautiful kiddies and loving woman, “Well I think that Julian should just wake up and realize he’s got babies now, if he’s that fussed.” Mike wriggled a bit, perhaps an attempt to get away from angry Dee, she softened a little, “Sorry Mike.”

Mike sighed, and settled down again.

“Poor Dee and Ju.”

“Shh, Mike. It’s ok.”

“I wouldn’t.” Mike said suddenly, Dee frowned at him, “Wouldn’t cheat on you I mean, I’ve never seen the point in it. You either want to be with someone, or you don’t.”

Dee rolled her eyes. “It’s a little more complicated than that, Mike.”

Mike laughed a little cynically, “No it’s not. Everyone always says that but it’s really not. You want to sleep around then sleep around, but don’t drag someone else along for the ride, s’not fair, like, if you were my girlfriend I’d marry you and we’d have babies-”

“-Very short babies-” Dee Laughed, Mike joined in.

“-Tiny even, and I’d get us a big house and take you on holidays to Venice and stuff and make sure you knew you were special every single day. And NOT shag Julian Barrett.“

Dee felt the biggest rush of love for him, like drinking down a glass of vodka all in one, burning and overwhelming, “You are too cute sometimes. Maybe I went for the wrong Fielding brother?”

It was a joke. They both knew it was a joke. Three years ago though, it hadn’t been a joke at all. A house party, a bottle of Morgan’s spiced and some well placed fairy lights. The only two who had been able to climb up a tree in the garden, left on their own to talk under twinkling lights…

“Course you did. But it’s too late now, cause you’re in love with that disco ball and I’m in love with a man who makes his primary living dressed as a monkey.”

“You’ll always be the one that got away, Mike.”

They grinned at each other, ignoring the underlying truth, they had to, don’t screw this one up too, Delia…

Noel and Dave surprised them as they came back over, Dee and Mike jumped, out of reflex rather than guilt. They had nothing to feel guilty about.

“Alright, so the Doctors say you’ll be fine but I can’t let you fall asleep and tomorrow you’re going to feel like Hell.” Noel ruffled his brother’s hair and Mike grinned sheepishly back.

“He was almost asleep now…” Dee chews on her hair a little nervously, both Noel and Dee looking at him in the same way, Mike roll’s his eyes and tries to grin at Dave, Dave pointedly look’s away and Mike frowns.

“Oh dear. Mike I’m going to get you some red bull ok?” Noel nudges him and Mike nods, still looking at Dave.

“Yeah.”

Dee slipped out of the seat beside Mike and takes Noel’s hand, leading him away from his brother who he’s still looking at with concern, he lets himself be lead though and they get over to the packed bar.

Dave eventually look’s at Mike, who smiles a little shyly back at him, unsure what he’s done to deserve such a look. Dave sat down heavily beside him.

“Alright Mikey boy?”

“Hi Dave. This is all a bit stupid, huh?” Is that what that look was for? Cause he’s gotten so wasted, and Dave hasn’t?

“Yeah, trust you.” Dave sniffed loudly, he looked as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t, Dave shook his head and Mike swallowed nervously, he didn’t know why he was nervous so suddenly, Dave looked at him then, a furious look, which made him recoil slightly, “Having fun flirting with Dee?”

Mike looked at Dave in confusion, his brow furrowing “What?”

“Dee. You and Her, having fun? A bit low man, that’s your brothers girl. But I suppose now you do look like a miniature version of him maybe Dee got confused.” Dave has this twisted little smile on his face, Mike’s never seen it before, what’s wrong with him.

Standing up for Noel, that’s it, he thinks you’re putting a move on Dee.

Mike laughs and shakes his head, Dave‘s mood darkens, “Dave you’ve gone wrong… I don’t… It’s not Dee-”

“Well yeah I suppose Sue is cute but she lives quite far away now, perhaps you could try and go for the RiD three way?”

“DAVE!” Mike’s eyes widen in shock while Dave’s glint in anger, Mike isn’t to know that Dave’s spent the last half an hour listening to a frantic Noel talk to the N.H.S and watching Dee and Mike hug and snuggle and kiss all the while thinking that he’s never looked better, and he’s never been more available, and was he hinting at something earlier? No. He wasn’t he was being a slut.

“You know I didn’t think you could change so quickly Mike, thought you were a decent guy, thought you might have tried to avoid going down this path after seeing how fucked up it’s got your brother.”

Mike sat straight up suddenly, not liking what Dave was saying about Noel, “You watch what you’re saying!”

Dave leaned forward so he was inches apart from Mike’s face, cold blue eyes looking into furious brown, “Why don’t you just go the whole hog Mike, and start fucking Julian too.”

Mike didn’t react for a couple of seconds, Dave watched a range of emotions flicker through his eyes before they settled on hurt. Mike pushed the table forward and got to his feet, grabbing his jacket, Dave reached out and grabbed his arm and Mike threw him off roughly.

“Oh fuck off Dave, Stop talking out of your arse you’ve got no idea!”

Dave watched Mike as he stormed of towards Noel and Dee, he shut his eyes as the enormity of what he’d just done washed over him.

End

#the mighty boosh #mighty boosh #boosh #mike fielding/dave brown #mike fielding #dave brown #mike/dave #rps #real person fic #noel fielding #julian barratt #dee plume #sue denim #dee plume/noel fielding

5 notes · View notes

sixstepsaway · 5 years

Text

Runners Excerpt #1 | Calendar

I spent a bunch of time earlier working on a calendar and on the passage of time for my world in Runners and I wrote out a little scene where the human characters discuss it. I thought I’d post it here. Why not?

"What was it you wanted to show me?" Sam looks between Mikey and Law, the two of them flanking either end of a table, with papers unrolled across it. "You know how we asked how long we'd been here?" Law says. Sam nods. "Well, they told us the truth, but it wasn't the kind of truth that works for me, especially when Mikey noticed something... odd." "What did you notice?" Sam asks, looking over at him and frowning. He gets up from his chair, coat hanging limp where his arm used to be, and moves over to the table. "The days are longer here." "What?" Sam hurries over. "How do you know that?" "Mikey checked his watch," Law says and he shrugs. Sam should've seen that as the obvious explanation: how else would anyone know the time? "So what're we talking, here?" Sam says hesitantly. "According to this..." Law gestures at the papers and Sam comes around to step between the two of them and look too. They've spread out, across the large metal table, around six different, long papers. One is a calendar, although it's formed from curved shapes rather than squares, another has times of some sort, and the others seem to be about seasons, events, holidays and other things Sam is sure Mikey is fascinated by. "There's more than thirty hours in a day. I think... this says thirty-seven?" Sam squints. "How does that work?" she says, folding her arms and setting her jaw. "Surely there can't be more hours in a day? That isn't how the world works!" "It's a different world," Mikey points out. She scowls at him and he gestures at the papers. "I'm serious." "I know it's a different world!" Sam snaps at him. "But that doesn't change that there are twenty-four hours in a day." "It kinda does," Law says weakly.

"Don't yell at me again," Mikey grumbles, "but uhh... what makes the days twenty-four hours where we're from is that the Earth spins, right? It takes twenty-four hours for the Earth to do one--" He makes a hand gesture, struggling when he cant use both hands anymore. "--spin." "It's nice to know you didn't lose your eloquence with your arm, Mikey," Law drawls. "Shut up," he grumbles. "You know, the Earth does a rotation and so the sun--" He's still struggling with only one hand, trying to gesture a sphere but unable to pretend there's a sun at the same time. "I get it," Sam says, "but doesn't this world do that too?" "I'm guessing," Law says, "that it takes this planet longer to rotate. Maybe it's bigger? Or just slower? I don't know, maybe it's flat and carried on the backs of really sluggish turtles." Sam blinks twice at her. "Okay, so what does that mean?" she says. "What does it mean for us?" "It means that when someone says we've been here a month, that could be anything from one or two to us," says Law. "The days are a day and a half long, which is why we're constantly tired," Mikey says. "We should be compensating by sleeping more, or possibly sleeping in two shifts so that we get the right amount of sleep until our bodies adjust." "We're sleeping eight hours and then being awake for twenty-nine," Law says with a sigh, "and people think that's okay, because it's how they live, except it's also not? Because a lot of them sleep longer, or go to bed earlier. We have to talk to them and explain we need more sleep or at least need to be... adjusted for this climate." "Adjusted?" Sam says. "Magic." Mikey leans his hip against the table. "The years are nearly twice as long as ours, but have you asked Aukru how old he is?" She shakes her head. "He's twenty-nine." Sam can see that. "He's lived twenty-nine harvests, which is twenty-nine years." He points at the calendar and she looks at it long and hard. There's at least fifteen different sections. She does a quick count: sixteen. Sixteen sections, with dozens of partitions within those. "Twenty-nine years that are twice as long as ours," he says. She hates being treated like an idiot, but right now she feels like one. "I don't understand what you're saying," she says with a sigh. Law pulls over a notepad and pen and shows her. "I did the math on it," she says. Sam takes the notepad. "There's seven hundred and nineteen days in each year, here." "Rotations around the suns, I presume," Mikey says with a shrug, when Sam opens her mouth to ask how the hell that's possible. "Seven hundred and nineteen times twenty-nine is twenty thousand, eight hundred and fifty one," Law says. "Divide that by three hundred and sixty-five and it's--" Sam eyes the number on the bottom of her calculations: fifty seven, and a bunch of decimal places. "Aukru's fifty seven years old?" "No," Mikey says. "That's the point, really. He isn't. He's a twenty-nine year old, because here the years are counted differently." "But he doesn't look nearly sixty," Law says, "so I started doing some asking around and I finally got Tahzia to explain it. She's the only one who didn't look at me funny." "Explain what?" Sam says. "They age differently." Law rests her hands on her hips. "It takes them longer to age. I'm not saying that Aukru is exactly twenty-nine to the day if you compare him with a twenty-nine year old or whatever, I'd say their maturation rate is different, I don't know--" "She thinks way too hard about this," Mikey says with a snort of amusement. Law scowls at him. "But, it turns out that the magic in the atmosphere, it... changes how they age, it slows it down and they live longer. Apparently it varies? Different species age at different rates and they have different maturation rates and cycles and all of that, but..." "What she's trying to say is that although time moves the same, and it still definitely feels like we're awake for twenty-nine hours and only getting eight of sleep, our aging is probably slowing like theirs," he says. "And if we explained to them how many days we'd been alive, they'd probably tuck us away and call us babies." "What? Why?" Sam says. Law flips the page on the notebook and points at some more of her calculations. "We're about nine of their years old." "Oh." She blinks a few times at the notebook. "Seems fair, I guess. That's about what I feel around here." Law laughs and takes her notebook back, placing it down. Sam watches it for a moment, then glances up, eyes lingering on the journal strapped to Mikey's hip. Her own pockets feel light and empty. "Anyway," Mikey says, "that's why when they were telling us the truth about how long we've been here, we still felt like we were being lied to." He shrugs. "When they say we've been here a month, they mean it! It's just that some of the months are as long as two for us, and the days are even longer." "The average month is about forty-five days," Law explains, "and the day is thirty-seven hours. When you use math--" "Which you love to do," Sam says. Law sticks her tongue out at her. "When you use math, a forty-five day month here feels like a seventy day month for us." Mikey snickers under his breath and she cuts her gaze across to him scornfully. "This is why I rounded up." "But it's still forty-five sunrises and sunsets, right?" Sam says. Law nods. "Okay. I can keep track of that at least." She looks back at the journal and at Law's notebook, then away. "So how many days?" she asks Mikey. "How long have we been here?" He puts his hand on his journal. "A while," he says. "I've got at least sixty entries." "So, two months," Sam says. "More like three when you do the math," Law says. "That's how long it feels." "But it's still sixty-odd sleeps," Mikey says. "Which explains my exhaustion." "That probably also has something to do with it." Sam gestures at his missing arm. "You'd think having a few pounds fewer to carry around would make me less tired, but no," he says, smiling airily at her. She rolls her eyes and looks back at the calendar on the table. She doesn't understand most of the numbers, and definitely none of the letters or words. "You guys can read this?" "No way," Law says, "but we asked enough questions to figure out what was a calendar and go from there. It's mostly been estimation, math, and begging Tahzia to explain." "Fair enough." Sam tears her gaze from the calendar. "At least we can all be confused together."

#writeblr #writing #amwriting #original writing #creative writing #fantasy #runners #runnersexcerpt #samantha hughes #gabrielle laurel #michael brown

1 note · View note

kc-anathema · 6 years

Text

ask: Raph/Leo\Mikey, double penetration?

penetrative, sequel to natural sub

His bedroom door lay open a few inches, so Raphael heard the faint scuff of footsteps coming toward him. Looking over his magazine, he sat straighter as Donatello came in, pulling Leonardo along by a leash attached to a collar.

"Special delivery," Donatello said.

"I thought Mikey said I didn't get him for another couple nights." Raphael sat upright in his hammock, putting his feet on the floor. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Mikey's got extra training with Splinter," Donatello said. "Probably be another hour or two. Since I was done with him, Mikey said you could keep him busy."

"Huh." That raised several questions, but rather than ask, he lifted his hand, catching the end of the tossed leash. "Any rules I should know about?"

"No breaking the skin," Donatello said, counting them off on his fingers. "No deep bruising. No marks, basically. No arguing. And no gagging him just so you can rant."

Raphael fought down his smirk. "Won't say I wasn't tempted. Anything else?"

"Technically he has a safeword," Donatello said. "But Mikey said they've done some really extreme, freaky stuff and Leo never uses it, so...don't expect to hear him say 'no'."

Raphael coughed. "'No'? Not getting the concept of a safe word, bro'."

"I'll be in the lab if you need me." Donatello kissed Leonardo's cheek. "I'll have the new machine waiting for you on Tuesday. And don't forget, as soon as you wake up tomorrow, coffee on my desk, just the way I like it."

"Yes, Donatello." Leonardo watched him go from over his shoulder. Once the door was shut, he lowered his head, looking at the floor.

Raphael didn't miss the slight tremor of his hands.

Buying some time, he examined the leash. Bright orange canvas, probably so everyone remembered who Leonardo really belonged to. It was several feet with a carabiner on one end. He was a little surprised it didn't simply have a lock, then figured the only person who got to use locks was Michelangelo. Sure enough, the end attached to the collar was held without a padlock.

Curious, Raphael wound the leash around his fist a few times, pulling it taut.

"Undo the leash," he said.

Leonardo hesitated. "I can't."

"It ain't locked," Raphael said. "What, just 'cause Mikey said not to?"

"It's not that," Leonardo said. "Although Master did say not to."

"That little brat the only one you call master?"

"He likes it," Leonardo said, a faint smile betraying fond exasperation. "Donatello didn't, said to use his full name for this."

"So you have to call us what we say to." Raphael's smile grew. "If I said call me Owner of My Ass?"

"Then I would say it." Leonardo meet his look. "Owner of Your Ass."

Raphael laughed despite himself. "Okay, okay. Raph'll do. Take off the leash anyway. It's just gonna get in the way."

"I can't," Leonardo said again, tapping the carabiner. "Some of them really are that strong. This one and the ones on my cuffs, I cant budge them. He has a vise he uses to push them in."

"Huh. Well...if I guess if you can't lose it, use it."

Raphael wound the leash around and around his fist, pulling Leonardo closer. Leonardo didn't try to fight, but he put his hands around it and leaned back, keep the canvas taut until Raphael had him within reach.

"Sit. Let's get this show on the road."

Leonardo swallowed once, his gaze sliding back to the floor.

"Mikey...he had something in mind. He probably didn't think Splinter would keep him this long and—"

"Leo," Raphael said. "Sit."

"Just a little longer," Leonardo said. His voice grew small as he realized Raphael wasn't going to wait. "You know Mikey picks things up fast."

Raphael waited until his brother glanced up at him again.

"Sit." He patted the hammock beside him.

With a deep breath that shuddered as he exhaled, Leonardo came and sat beside him, hands on his lap. He didn't move, tensing as Raphael touched his cheek, put his knuckles under his chin and forced his head up. That he took Leonardo's hands, bringing them to his lips, kissing the backs, brought a confused look from his brother.

"Donny's making machines?" Raphael asked.

"Y-yes." Leonardo watched him turn his hands over for a kiss to each palm.

"He used one on you?"

"Yes." Leonardo sounded satisfied that he controlled his voice this time. "A whipping machine."

"How's it work?"

"I don't know," Leonardo said, but from Raphael's raised eyeridge, that wouldn't be enough. "It's like he said. He tied me down on a sawhorse and the thing spun around behind me. Every few minutes he changed it so it went the other way."

"With a whip?"

"A few thin strips of leather," Leonardo said. "He wanted to start small. Said he'll make a stronger one later."

"I think I'd like to see you in that." Raphael put his hand on Leonardo's cheek, gently turning him to meet his look. "Did you enjoy it?"

A blush. "...yes."

"Good. I'd like to see you squirm. But just a little."

Now Raphael took a kiss, pushing in close so that Leonardo put a hand on the hammock, holding it as he leaned back. When the kiss ended, Raphael stayed leaning over him, brushing a thumb under his eye.

"I might tie you up," he said, "but it's good knowing that ain't the only reason you stay put."

"Raph..." Leonardo started, not sure what to say.

"Now," Raphael said over him. "Let's get this started. Lock your hands together."

"...yes, Raph."

The change in his voice was immediate—softer, expectant, ready for the next command, especially now they both knew how they stood. Leonardo didn't need to worry about Raphael using this as an opportunity to abuse him.

Manhandle, whip, beat into a mattress...but not abuse.

When Michelangelo finally arrived, he found Raphael sitting up in his hammock, Leonardo between his spread legs, dutifully working the large cock in front of him. Michelangelo's gaze quickly dropped to Leonardo's ass and found it untouched, if still lined with the fading red welts of Donatello's attentions. So Raphael had spared Leonardo's feelings and let him perform as a sex slave rather than just taking him without any consideration.

Michelangelo chuckled. Not that it would do Leonardo any good in a few minutes.

Leonardo had stopped, turning to watch Michelangelo come in. Immediately he felt a light tug of the leash pulling his face up against the cock, and he went back to sucking while they spoke over him.

"Ready to share?" Michelangelo asked, locking the door.

"Figured you'd wanna split him after your workout," Raphael said. "Which end do you want?"

"Oh, I figured he'd ride us both," Michelangelo said. "He complains, but he can handle it."

Raphael tossed him the end of the leash. Leonardo was swiftly pulled up to his feet, swaying slightly as he caught his balance. Bound at the wrist, the canvas leash now formed a convenient thread to strap his hands up at his throat, and Michelangelo wound the canvas around his neck and hands, using the end carabiner to cinch his hands in place.

"You been good?" Michelangelo whispered, turning Leonardo to face him. "Been enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, master." Leonardo glanced over his shoulder. "We...reached an understanding."

"Aw, what a good little pet." Michelangelo gave him a kiss so Leonardo wouldn't see him waving Raphael close behind him. "See, this is already doing wonders for everyone. Donny's gonna get a good night's sleep, you're not arguing with Raph, I get to plow you every which way..."

As he spoke, he suddenly bent and gave Leonardo's legs a few light smacks, making him spread, then spread a little wider. And then Michelangelo put his arms under his brother and lifted, hauling him up and into Raphael's arms. Holding Leonardo's spread legs just under his knees, Raphael suddenly realized what his little brother meant to do. Raphael was just there for convenient muscle, to hold Leonardo up at the right height.

"This is gonna be tight," Michelangelo said, coming close so that Leonardo was pressed between them. "Get ready."

Who he was talking to, they couldn't tell. Leonardo look too many deep breaths, swallowing nervously, and his open mouth was too much temptation. Even as Raphael lowered him onto his cock, he pressed his mouth to Leonardo's, quieting him.

"Keep him from yelling," Michelangelo said. "He's usually pretty good, but...I should have brought a gag with me."

Michelangelo slid his cock along Raphael's, easing up against Leonardo's ass. Raphael only had his head in, but even that was enough to fill up their brother. With a little force, Michelangelo slipped in beside him.

They didn't try to push hard, instead thrusting in time with each other, making Leonardo bounce in Raphael's arms. As Leonardo pulled away, gasping for air, he was caught again by Michelangelo, silenced by his tongue. In this way they passed him back and forth between themselves, using gravity to pull Leonardo down an inch, then two, then three, deeper onto both of them.

Leonardo's mind swam in and out, growing increasingly lightheaded, as he was overwhelmed with the pressure and force inside him. His groans were swallowed before he could make them, any protests he might have had drowned in kisses. He couldn't even try to hold himself up, too wrapped up in metal and the leash to do more than bob like a toy on their cocks.

Raphael came first, but that barely relieved anything as his come filled Leonardo so that he almost thought he would find it coming from his lips. Raphael continued to thrust which brought Michelangelo over soon as well.

"...you..." Michelangelo sighed, leaning against them as he caught his breath. "You keep him tonight."

Raphael slowly lowered Leonardo to his feet, unsurprised when Leonardo folded and went to his knees, sprawling on the floor beneath them. The eldest look like he was going to pass out, staring at nothing as he panted.

"Donny gave him orders for tomorrow morning," Raphael said, grabbing the tissues from the nightstand.

"Gonna have to work out a schedule," Michelangelo said. "Well, Donny's gonna catch up on three days of sleep, so he can get his coffee in the afternoon. And then I think he's got another machine he's making?"

He glanced at Leonardo, but he was in no condition to answer.

Raphael was left to clean up, muttering about Michelangelo escaping from doing work, and he brought Leonardo up into his hammock. The canvas he could unwind, but his brother remained locked up with his bound hands at his throat. He didn't think that would be too comfortable...but as he lay down beside him, he found that it worked perfectly if Leonardo's head pillowed on his shoulder.

#sub!Leo prompts #natural sub au

9 notes · View notes

bloody-hands-pure-hearts1329 · 7 years

Text

There is no time for us…(2)

TMNT Crossover Resident Evil Its playing at the time of the last chapter

Chapter 2

"Okay" she tells me with a nervous smile. I nod and look around in the room to calm myself down.

"So are you hungry?" ask her after a little while in silence.

"Yes" she answers me rubbing her now suddenly loud growling stomach.

"Sorry" she whispers and quick looking away but I catch her bright red cheeks before she can hide them.

"No prob baby I have some vegetable, meat, fruits and frozen pizzas here" I decide to tell her so she could choose what she wants.

"I would love to have so pizza and fruits" she tells me and gives me her beautiful smile.

Damn I can feel my heart skipping a beat from it.

"Pizza and fruits on the way" I tell her smirking want to go but I feel her hand holding on to my arm.

I look at her and see the fear in her eyes as she whispers that she didnt want to be alone.

Smirking I pull her up in to my arms, smirking wider as Zoya looks at me with her red face.

"Spasiba" she tells me in her native language lucky for I understand it because I have Yura in the team he is half russian and teached me some days ago some words just for fun.

"Nisaschto (no problem)" I tell her trying to say it right she stares at me and giggles. I groan.

"You can speak russian?" she asks me in surprise.

"Only Thanks, please and some swearwords" I explain her she giggles and looks at me with a soft smile on her full lips.

"Of course" Zoya tells me and we both staring like idiots at each other.

A peng rips us out of this daze and I look in concern at her rubbing her head.

Fuck!

I idiot walked her against the door frame.

"Fuck sorry babe are you okay?" I ask her quick walk her in to the kitchen and put her down on the chair.

Quick I look over the place on her head she get hit.

"I am okay" she said to smiling but I open the firdge and put some ice in a towel for her to hold it against the place.

"Better?" I ask her still feeling like shit for hurting while playing love sick puppy.

Fuck I cant fall again...

I think and look away.

"You are okay?" she asks me.

"Yeah I am fine" I tell her quick and she looks at me and nods silently.

We eat in silence until she broke it.

"Would you mind me asking what exactly you are?" she says really nevervous playing with her hand.

"Nah is fine I am a mutant turtle" I explain to her short she looks at me I could see many more questions in her gaze.

"Okay look I was born a normal turtle tot but got mutated by a green ooze. Me and my brothers get injected" I decide to tell her the long story short.

"Really the t-virus mutated you?" she asks me

"Nope it was some green stuff coming from space not this shitty virus. Do I look like a fucking monster to you!" I growl dangerously at her, it pisses me off if someone new things we where made of this shit who makes this walking dead fuckers.

"N-no I am s-s-sorry!" she tells while holding her arms over her head, it shocks me that she thinks I would hurt her.

He did it! He dead husband did this to her!

"Calm down okay I will not hurt you never, okay!" I tell her carefull pull her arms down.

She looks at me with fear in her eyes, I feel a sting in my chest.

Fucker he is lucky he is dead now!

I think and lay my hand carefully on her cheek.

"I am..."

"Its fine you didnt know" I tell her and blush as she leans in to my hand.

Fuck!

I think as I feel my heart beating faster and I cares her with my thumb.

Her skin so soft and warm.

I lean in as she closes her eyes and stop as I hear the door being slammed in to the wall.

"HEY RAPH! DONNIE TOLD ME YOU SAVED A HOT GIRL!" Mikey screamed through the whole house.

I growl and quick pull back before my lips could touch hers.

She opens her eyes looking at me.

"We are here dumbnut!" I yell and look at her.

"Another brother" I roll my eyes this makes her chuckle.

Mikey runs in and stops staring at her.

"Whoah Donnie was right about gorgeous you are a goddess baby girl" he tells making her giggling.

I growl as he hugs her and she let him hug her.

I was so close!

I think pissed.

Both talk and I sit there watching them laugh. In times like this I wish I could be like him.

At the same time with Umbrella and the Foots

"How long until you arrive at the city of the turtles?" Wesker asks Karai the daughter of the Shredder.

"Two days" she answers short the platin blond haired man. The other men could feel the tension in air between them.

"Good Geisha call me when the work is done" he tells her smirking, the platin blond man ended the video call with a chuckle over her offending gesture.

Only the last cities and villages of humanity have to disappear.

He thinks before he took as sip of the glass the golden brown liquid inside standing beside him.

Karai looks at the men. "Let the next bait out!" she orders them.

They nod and only a few minutes later they throw out a man of the tank.

Making the man walk on a robe made of iron hold by his wrists.

Behind him run growling a crowd of infected. One of them tried to jump him but got shoot by the umbrella soldier.

They needed to bring more distance between them and their runner.

The man run as fast as he could, tears flowing down his eyes as he looks to the right seeing a young woman more a teen sharing the same fate as him.

A growl behind him made him run even faster and forget about the teen girl.

All he could think about now was

I want to live!

Back to Raph

"I need to show you our city its so cool!" Mikey tells her and pulls her up making her scream out in pain.

"Idiot she got shoot in the leg!" I tell him and pushing him to the side I pull her up in to my arms and carry her out of the room.

I sit her down on the couch in the living room and look over her bandages. I sigh relieved as I see nothing worse happend.

"Sorry! I didnt ment to..."

"Its fine you ment well" she stops him and blushes as she lays her hand on his arm.

"You are really okay?" I ask her to get her attention.

"Yes Raph it only stung a bit" she explains to me rubbing her bandages up and down.

I nod and want to sit down beside her but my brother beats me to it!

He sits down on my place beside her and starts telling her about the people of the city and our story how we build all.

Growling I take her left side and watch her being glued to his lips.

"Dont you have to look over the kids today?" I ask him after a while listing to him trying to flirt with her.

"Oh yeah hehe I forgot about it! So see you later baby girl!" he hugs her tight and runs out.

"Hehe he is cute is this your youngest brother?" she asks me chuckling while watching him go.

"Yeah sadly I have three of them" I tell her smirking.

"You are lucky I always wished to have a sibling but my parents where happy with me" she tells me and leans her head against my arm.

I tense and look down at her, she shut her eyes and hums softly.

She seems to trust me blindly, even thought I am big green muscle packed mutant.

I close my eyes and listen to her soft humming, feeling how her soft voice lulls me slowly in to sleep.

#TMNT Crossover Resident Evil #raphael x zoya #tmnt 2016 #chapter 2 #there is no time for us series

13 notes · View notes

michaelreaderreblog · 7 years

Text

Wouldnt it be nice

AN: Requested - If it is alright to request it I was hoping for on where Michael is ruling heaven and the reader (his soulmate and an angel) is protected like crazy. One day she finds out she is pregnant. @robinlover11620 I hope I wrote it to your expectations and sorry for the long fic, I got carried away. I hope you like it and sorry for the long wait.

I hope everyone else will enjoy this and happy reading :D

*****************************************************************************************

Word Count: 2,272

Your name: submit What is this? // <![CDATA[ document.getElementById("submit").addEventListener('click', myHandler); function myHandler() { var v = document.body.innerHTML; var input = document.getElementById("inputTxt").value; v = v.replace(/\by\/n\b|\(y\/n\)/ig, input); document.body.innerHTML = v; } // ]]>

“Wouldn't it be nice if we were older

Then we wouldn't have to wait so long

And wouldn't it be nice to live together

In the kind of world where we belong”

You sing out the lyrics to a popular song by The Beach Boys, released in 1966. You were always so fascinated by earth’s pop culture and always loved certain things about it. You have made frequent visits but were always cut short.

Michael always made sure he had angels watching your every move, he always said he didnt want demons attacking you while roaming earth and enjoying the moments you have had. But you thought he didnt want you spending so much time roaming because he was afraid you would leave him and heaven to stay on earth.

Ever since the both of you found out the both of you are true mates is when you couldnt find in yourself to leave him. You couldnt choose to stay on earth knowing your true mate is bound to heaven and you didnt want to be alone. You didnt want Michael to feel alone either, so you stayed in heaven with him. Where he rules all of heaven.

“Why is it every time I enter our realm, you are more beautiful then Virgil’s weapons chambers” Michael says as he enters the heaven you both share.

“I think Virgil would disagree” you reply as you turn to your mate and smile

“What is my beautiful mate doing?” he asks as he wraps his arms around you.

“Oh just listening to a few songs that I really love” you reply as you adoringly look into his eyes

“The Beach Boys, the most popular rock band. One of my favourites” he replies with a smile

The both of you dance to the music you both love and spend the rest of your time together in the most intimate and loving way.

If only the time spent together last a while longer.

As time went on, Michael became more busy with Heaven and all of its Angels. Most of the time you never got the chance to see him off or see him all together. You leave your heaven and search for Michael.

“Y/n where are you going?” Ion asks as he sees you walk past him

“Im looking for Michael” you reply quickly and continue walking

“He is busy with the weapons keeper, Balthazar has taken all the weapons again” Ion says as he walks beside you.

“Balthazar never learns, does he want to be locked out of heaven again” you say while getting closer to the weapons chambers

“I dont think he would mind that at all but its Balthazar. He does as he pleases” Ion says as he opens the doors to the weapons chambers

You see Michael scolding Balthazar while he rolls his eyes towards his older brother.

“Oh isnt it the lovely y/n. Can you please tame your mate?” Balthazar asks as he sees you enter the chambers

“Balthazar, as much as I love you. Why must you rebel against your brother? Not only him but also me?” you ask while trying to tame the tension thats inside the room

“I wasnt”

“Right, you must remember Michael is the ruler of Heaven and I as his mate also have a say in what happens here in Heaven” you cut him off and try to have authority as well

Michael smiles as he sees his mate take control of the situation.

“Yes darling. Michael, I hope you will accept my sincere apology and my lady” he says while sounding sincere.

“Balthazar, I love you. You are my brother and I dont like the antics you play. What if something happens to Heaven and we have no weapons to fight off the abominations and the hounds and creatures they create. That would be the end of Heaven and Angels alike. Do you want that to happen?” Michael asks as he sounds frustrated with his younger brother.

“That would be the last thing I want. I love my home. I love you and the rest of my kin I would never put Heaven in harms way” he replies as he looks to his brother.

“I dont want to cast you out of Heaven again. Not this time. It pains me to cast anyone out. I vowed I would never do that again” Michael says as he remembers the day he cast out his beloved brother out of Heaven.

That was prophecy though, it was Fathers word and as a devout son. He obeyed and that hurt him the most.

Balthazar sees the pain in Michael while remembering that hurtful day as well. He remembered it like it was yesterday, the pain still fresh and today still hurts. Didnt matter if he is the devil, he is still their brother. He is still loved no matter what.

After the Balthazar incident is when you still didnt see Michael for a long period of time. You were beginning to feel lonely until he felt your loneliness from the bond the both of you share.

“Y/n, I’ve been sent by Michael to keep you company” Hannah says as she appears before you.

“Oh, I had hoped Michael would be with me. You’re company would be greatly appreciated” you reply while trying to sound sincere as possible.

This was another way for Michael to keep you in Heaven.

“There is something different about you” she says while coming closer to you.

You couldnt figure out what was so different since you couldnt feel any different. Other then loneliness settling in.

“I dont feel any different” you reply while trying to feel for the difference but you couldnt feel anything

“Im beginning to see a difference. Im seeing a different radiance of colours coming from you, not your usual colours and from Michael. But different” she says as she couldnt take her eyes off of you.

The more she keeps her gaze on you, the more she got more acquainted in your presence and whatever is going on with you. You walk away from her and make youself busy with other things that needed to be done around Heaven.

Hannah goes to research a few things, she thought she has read about what she has witnessed with you but she couldnt remember exactly. So she begins her search through the many lores, scriptres, and so forth.

“Y/n, you look radient” an angel says as she passes by

You wanted to reply to the compliment but she disappeared so fast and didnt give you the time to say something.

You see Balthazar having a conversation with one of the angels, as he sees you approaching is when he started to look at you differently.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask as you stop in front of him

“There is something different about you. You have a radiance of different colours” he says while examining you.

You are beginning to get uncomfortable with the expressions he is giving you.

“Balthazar, the colours you are seeing is from me and Michael’s grace” you say while walking away from him.

“Yes but thats not what I mean” he says while circling around you.

“What are you insinuating?” you ask getting impatient with his short answers

“Darling, your radiance is showing me a new life is forming inside you and its beautiful really” he finally tells you the explanation while you gasp in shock.

Hannah finally finds the thing she is looking and she was right the whole time she set eyes on you. She rushes out to find you and tell you the good news. Or even Michael. No, she wont tell Michael because this is something that you would want to tell him.

“You mean?” you ask while trying to form other words but nothing else comes to mind

“Yes, you are with child and I cant put my finger on it because your child is beautiful. Who knew Mikey would make such beautiful children” he says while being smug about it

“Y/n!!” Hannah raises her voice as she has you in her sights and she sees you talking to Balthazar.

“I now know why you have such incredibly radiance” Hannah says while stopping next you.

“She is pregnant, yes we now know” Balthazar says while looking to Hannah

“How do you know?” Hannah asks looking to him

“Well unlike you, I remember my studies” he says while smirking

You walk away from them and just want to be alone for a while to wrap things around your head and just swallow all the information that has been given to you.

“Ion, will tell Michael I need to speak with him immediately. I have news for him and he needs to hear this” You tell him and he rushes off right away

You smile to yourself and coldnt believe you are with child and with the angel you love dearly. You get more happier as the news sinks in more.

“Michael, Im sorry to disturb you. Y/n needs to see you, its urgent” Ion tells him

“Im busy right now, tell her I will try to be there as soon as I am done” Michael says without even looking to Ion

He walks back but he doesnt rush like he was while getting to Michael. He knew the great news but he didnt want to be the one to tell Michael either.

“Im sorry, he says he will try to come as soon as he is done” Ion looks to you and he didnt like the long look on your face

“He has been saying that for a while now” is all you say and walk away from him

You walked throughout your heaven, looking back on the memories you had before forming your bond with Michael. You had very fun memories and as you formed your bond with Michael. Remembering all the fun adventures the both of you had and missing those moments.

You felt like you were being watched and you knew no one is with you.

“Michael, you need to be with your mate” Raphael says while getting news from another angel about your pregnancy

“She understands, I need to be here” is all he says

“Michael, you can go. I can take over” he says while nudging him away

“Are you sure?’ Michael asks making sure he is ok with him leaving

“Yes, go and be with your mate” he says and continues on what he and Michael were doing.

As he has you on his sights, going through the memories and he smiles to himself but fades. As he comes closer to you is when he noticing something different about you. Finally

“You are with child” he says while

You turn around and see your mate standing behind you. You nod as you smile towards him and rush into his arms, wings wrapped around the both of you.

“Is this why you have been trying to summoning me?” he asks feeling bad about making you wait.

“I didnt know until Balthazar said something but why I have been trying to summon you is because I missed you and was beginning to feel lonely” you tell him while making your voice smaller

“I am so sorry, please forgive me” Michael says as your foreheads touch.

“I know you have responsibilities here in Heaven but you also have responsibilities with your mate. Me” you tell him while pulling away from him

“I am so sorry” he says once more

He knew he was wrong on his part and didnt know what else to say. He let the responsibilities get the best of him.

“Were you going to leave me?” he asks in a hushed tone

“I thought about it and I knew that you wouldnt notice” you honestly answer his question

“Why didnt you?” he asks out of curiosity

“Because I love you too much to leave” you answer while lowering your head

He lifts your head to get a better look at you.

“Im happy you didnt” he says as he closes the gap between you.

He way your lips molded together is something that you needed and felt as though the missing piece is finally put together.

“I cant believe I am going to be a father” he says as he smiles wide and can feel his joy through the bond the both of you share.

“Are you going to stay?” he asks in hopes you answer with the answer he wants to hear

“Yes, I am going to stay” you answer while hugging him tightly

“If Im going to stay, can you call off the guards?” You ask in hopes he will

“No, I will not. I need to make sure you are safe at all times. Even when we make our way to earth, they will be with us” he says with a smile on his face

“Really?” you as in pure excitement

“Yes, I saw how much you missed it and I want to do this for you” he says while leading you away from Ion.

You and Michael spend all the days together. In heave and on Earth. He kept his promise about making an appearance on earth and roaming through your favourite cities. You wanted to explore before the baby came along. To everyone else you and Michael looked like the happy married couple expecting your first child together, which in this case. You both are. In Heaven, Michael is the ruler and happily bonded with his true mate and happily excited for their fledgling to be born.

76 notes · View notes

tmnt-imagines · 7 years

Text

Haunting: Ghost!Mikey x Reader

WARNING: NONE

Requested by: Anonymous

Hello there!! Love everything ya write <3 Is it possible if you could write something like Ghost!Mikey x Reader ? Like he is been dead for so many years but for some reason cant move on and one day the Reader ends up in the Lair and since they are a runaway they decide to try and bring it back to life the place and it kind of goes from there? Sorry if its to much of a request -covers face-

A/N: Sorry it took a while - hope you like it :)

It was cold out on the mean streets of New York - November hit the city hard and the brisk winds were becoming more and more difficult to endure. Being homeless wasn’t a piece of cake, put it that way, and you were desperately searching for a way to get out of the cold. And, it wasn’t like you could just go home, so you had to look elsewhere.

You weren’t entirely sure how it happened, or why the idea had crossed your mind at all, but after a couple hours of wandering the streets trying to keep warm, you found yourself in the sewers. It stank - obviously - but the chill wasn’t as bitter down here as it was on the surface. Even in spite of the stench, you thought this wouldn’t be that bad, at least not for one night. You could find a place to stay tomorrow, but while it was dark, these tunnels were your best bet.

You could remember those stupid comics you and your brother used to read as kids, about weird and wonderful things that would live beneath the city in the labyrinth of it’s sewers, and you couldn’t help but distract yourself with those fanciful thoughts as you continued to trudge around corners and down pipe lines in search of a place that seemed reasonably comfortable, or as close to that as you could get down here, in which you could spend the night. Perhaps there were monsters roaming down here, perhaps there weren’t, if they let you crash at their hideout for the night you couldn’t care either way.

Another hour had passed before you found a suitable destination, where you could remain for the upcoming hours of darkness that was still looming over the city. It was a large, derelict subway station, or so it seemed. The place was littered with pizza boxes and old furniture, and so you presumed it had since become a drug den or something. It looked like it, but given it’s current state you would assume even the druggies got tired of the smell, and moved to find a better den elsewhere. This would be a good enough place to stay, if only for the night.

It was fair to say that over the upcoming fortnight, any attempt to locate a permanent location in which you could spend your cold, November evenings, had been shut down upon inquiry. There was no where for you to go, except back to the sewers. After the first week, the smell wasn’t as obnoxious anymore, and it became easier to stumble your way through the pipes to the ex-drug-den you had found before. The place was actually kinda cool. There were several rooms, which you explored, coming off of the old station, and in each of them there was an old bed and a few trinkets which you began to collect for your own entertainment. You thought it wouldn’t take much to redecorate and make this place actually inhabitable, and with nowhere else for you to go you thought that was not a bad plan.

It was only as you walked towards an old arcade machine, which had been discarded beside an open drainpipe, with a mouldy blanket thrown over it, that things began to become somewhat strange. You’d been bringing lights, and old furniture items you could find, down here for over a month - and it was starting to feel like a potential hideout - and in all the time, there hadn’t been anything unsettling about it. Ok, perhaps an old place like this in the middle of the sewers was slightly unsettling on it’s own, but besides that there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Until now...

You somehow managed to pull the arcade machine upright, and though there was no power, it still looked pretty cool. It hadn’t seen use in several decades, you thought, and odd bits of tape had been used to hold it’s walls together, but all in all it was in pretty good shape. You marvelled at the multicoloured art on it’s sides, and only as you looked closer did you find the first clue to something odd.

“Huh,” You said aloud, figuring no one was around to hear you talk to yourself. You ran your fingers over the different coloured writing on the side of the machine, and stared at it carefully. “Leonardo...” You read aloud, looking at the blue writing closely, “...Raphael...” That had been written in red sharpie; “...Donatello...” purple. And finally, in big, orange handwriting, “Michelangelo.” You recognised all of the names, they were famous Italian artists, but it seemed strange that someone had written those names on the side of an arcade machine, and abandoned it down in the sewers. You ran a finger over the last name; orange had always been your favourite character. You could understand the others being names of people, even Donatello, but Michelangelo seemed a bit far fetched.

The next day, when you awoke, you found the screen of the machine glowing bright with the name of the game displayed in bright, blocky writing. There was no electricity down here, and the machine certainly wasn’t plugged into anything that could supply power to it, so how the hell was it on?

You managed to convince yourself that the machine probably had some power stored in it from the last time it had been used, and it would soon run out and switch itself off. It was a stretch, but it was more comforting than letting your imagination come up with an explanation.

You did your best to ignore it, but over the upcoming days it became clear the machine was going to stay on. More pizza boxes accumulated around the abandoned station as well, which was incredibly creepy considering you hadn’t eaten pizza while down here. It occurred to you then that someone else had to be down here. There wasn’t any other logical explanation as to how things were moving, turning themselves on and off, and multiplying without someone else being behind it. It was possible, you told yourself, that you could go about living down here without crossing paths with someone else, and so you set about trying to find them.

“Hello?” You called out, walking through one of the multiple tunnels. The stench by now was familiar enough that you weren’t fazed by it as you walked through the pipes, in some insane attempt to discover if there was anyone else down here.

Your voice echoed around the stone labyrinth, and was the only audible sound above the squeak of rats and the rushing water. No one replied, and you couldn’t decide whether that was a good or bad thing. You continued to walk the sewers for what felt like forever, calling out in hopes of a reply, but no such luck.

It was only as you walked back to the derelict subway station that you found the source of the problem. There, stood beside the arcade machine, was a figure. It was not human, nor was it like anything you’d seen before. It seemed to be a...turtle. Only, it glowed blue and pale through the darkness. If you were the superstitious type, you might consider it being a ghost, but that was impossible as far as you were concerned, yet you had no other potential thoughts as to what it could be.

“YES!” It cheered aloud, in an almost childish voice, as it raised both it’s arms into the air in celebration. “MIKEY WINS AGAIN!” It proceeded to do some sort of excited dance while it celebrated whatever it had just achieved on the arcade machine. It seemed cute, from where you were standing, in a mutated and abnormal way, and you wondered what exactly it was and why it was here, of all places.

“Uh...hello?” You said loud enough for it to hear you, and stepped forward so that it could see you. It froze where it stood and didn’t say a word, as though if it stayed still you might no longer see it. “Don’t worry I’m...” You weren’t really sure what to say that could be reassuring, mostly because you didn’t know why it was the one afraid of you, it seemed only likely for it to be the other way around.

You took another step forward, and this time it looked at you. It had a bandanna/mask across his eyes that looked grey in it’s pale blue glow, and on it’s belt was a pair of nunchucks, though you could not be sure they, or him, were real at all.

“Who are you?” You inquired, holding your hands up in some feeble attempt to show you meant no harm. Why, you didn’t know, but then none of what was currently happening made any sense to you.

It’s blue eyes grew slightly, but then it simply smiled. “My name is Michelangelo.” It’s - his smile was almost cute, and looked harmless enough, so you edged further into the room. “You...You can see me?” He asked with a slight frown, seemingly confused by this just as much as you were.

“Well, yeah; unless I’m hallucinating. Which is highly likely.” You chuckled nervously, and watched as the ghost-turtle’s smile formed into a grin. “What...are you?” You asked meekly, hoping not to offend him. You didn’t now why you cared about his feelings, it was just that he seemed too friendly to upset.

“I’m a ninja turtle.” He said with pride, and placed both of his hands on his hips. “a mutant ninja turtle.” he emphasised the ‘mutant’ and gestured to himself. You stared, wide eyed, at him for a moment, and acknowledged how seemingly unfazed he was by that sentence. “Oh, and I’m dead.” He added with a priceless grin.

This was slightly too much to take in, and so you simply stood there, most probably with a blank expression, waiting for it all to sink in. You didn’t understand how this was at all possible, or what this even was, but for some reason you weren’t nearly as terrified as you probably should have been.

“Don’t be scared.” Michelangelo exclaimed quickly, probably sensing your hesitation toward him, “I’m a ghost, I won’t - can’t hurt you.” He smiled innocently and titled his head at you. For some completely foreign and insane reason, you believed him.

“Michelangelo.” You said it slower, remembering now why that was so familiar. It had been on of the names written on the side of the very same machine you were stood next to, the one written in orange. You supposed that the bandanna on his face would have probably been that colour too if he wasn’t all...ghostly.

“My brother’s call me Mikey.” He shrugged, still smiling widely at you, as if trying to seem as harmless as possible.

“Brothers?” You rose an eyebrow, “there are more of you?”

“There were,” Suddenly, Michelangelo’s voice sounded sad. You gathered that seeings as he was dead, his brother’s probably were too. “Their gone now.”

“So why are you still here?” You ask curiously, not entirely understanding how the whole dead thing was working.

“Haven’t got a clue.” Michelangelo smiled lopsidedly, and lent against the arcade machine casually. “I’ve seen you around here, for a while. You moved in?”

“Suppose so.” You said sheepishly, not unnerved by the fact he’d been watching over you the entire time. As harmless as he may be, it was still unsettling. “Kind of...ran away, a couple weeks ago. I found this place and figured it would be better than the streets.” You felt the need to explain, wondering if this was in fact Michelangelo’s home before he bit the dust. You guessed a group of mutant ninja turtles couldn’t just live in a house in the middle of New York City.

“Fine by me, it’s nice to have some company for a chance.” He smiled, and to be honest you agreed.

Michelangelo was cool, he was funny and entertaining and it was somewhat comforting to have someone to spend your time with these days, even if he was a dead, mutant ninja turtle.

#tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt imagine #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #teenage mutant ninja turtles

127 notes · View notes

mollykittykat · 7 years

Text

The Cupboard Game Pt. 2

AU in which Splinter evaded the contents of the mutagen canister and ended up raising the turtles as a human. No real warnings apply. Mostly family fluff with a teeny hint of angst. (Also available on A03: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10471893/chapters/23136108)

[If sum won coms wat do we do?]

Splinter got the fist text message a mere few minutes after he clocked in, when he was gathering his cleaning supplies and heading off to mop up the coffee spill in the recreation room.

He allowed his sons to send him text messages so long as it was important, although to four year olds “important” easily ranged from ‘I’m feeling lonely’ to ‘the stove was left on’ and everything in between. Though the turtles always forgot to say who was speaking before sending a message, Splinter could usually tell who it was simply by their writing pattern.

This one was from Leonardo. He had an average vocabulary for someone his age, misspelling things and sometimes allowing autocorrect to fill in the wrong word, but that aside he used the phone properly, and was typically clear and concise about his messages.

[Is there a stranger in the apartment?] Splinter’s return text was sent immediately. Normally he waited at least a thirty minutes before replying, not wanting to be caught shirking his duties to pour over his phone messages, but after yesterday’s encounter he was fearful that he had been too quick to deem Michelangelo’s slipup inconsequential.

There was an extensive pause, eventually followed by the long slow “typing…” message that lingered for a while. Though this was status quo for a barely literate preschooler Splinter’s heart hardly beat the entire time.

[No] [Mike want to no just in cays] Splinter let out a heavy sigh of relief, then returned with his own text.

[Remember the fire escape on the fifth floor? It leads to an alley where there is a drainage pipe leading into the sewers. If you can’t hide and must run, go there.]

He knew this would strike a familiar chord with his oldest son. They had gone over a similar escape plan when discussing what they should do if a fire should break out in their small dingy apartment, a news story about such an accident striking justified anxiety into the hearts of his four children.

[The sewers are infested with bacteria, won’t we get sick?] The next text came two hours later, this one obviously from Donatello. The turtle was very intelligent for his age, sending full sentences with proper grammar and vocabulary words that most parents could only dream of getting from a four year old. Splinter finished scrubbing down the sinks, and once they were shiny and clean he took a moment to exchange his supplies in the janitorial closet and reply to the text.

[We won’t have to stay there forever. It’ll just have to do as our hiding spot until we find a new home]

Another two hours and there was a new text. The timing for this one apropos, as Splinter had just settled down for a lunch break.

[I don want to hid in sewer thats dum this were the toylet water goos we shelled not had to hid] [Wy cant we moov to a big tenthose like peepol on tv] Raphael was clearly less patient in his texts, writing runnon sentences interspersed with nonsense words, the meaning behind his statements sometimes a struggle to understand. In some ways he was similar to his older brother, thought there was a tone to his wording that certainly set him apart from the others. It took Splinter a solid minute to realize that “tenthose” was bad spellcheck child speak for “penthouse”

[You mean penthouse? the big glass fancy rooms at the tops of skyscrapers? Penthouses take a lot of money, more than I can make.]

There was a pause. He took a bite of his sandwich as he waited for the child to finish reading the hefty sentence. [Even if u werk 198490829 ours?]

[Even if I work all the hours in the world]

Splinter finished his lunch break and was retrieving the floor buffer and a few fresh rags when another text came in…. though this one was ambiguous whether it was from Leonardo or Raphael. [I do not want u to work all the ours in the world] Splinter couldn’t help but smile at this one, taking a moment to send back an immediate reply.

[Neither do I]

Four hours passed, the phone remaining silent until Splinter clocked out. Putting on a jacket to shield him from the brisk humid wind he tore into the New York streets toward the location of his next job. The overhead sky was beginning to darken, the air thick with the smell of condensation as the forecasted rainstorm rolled in a day earlier than predicted. Splinter sighed, wondering whether or not he should ask for a ride from one of the acquaintances at the docks rather than risk returning to the apartment on foot.

His phone buzzed, the arrival of another text pulling him out of his thoughts.

[Papa heanrm forkn sjklj isnuwant abcdefgabc Mikey] Even if the turtle hadn’t put his name at the end it would have been obvious who had sent the undecipherable key smashing. Luckily, Splinter often found that messages from his youngest son, though impossible to comprehend, were immensely easy to appease.

[I love you too]

He let out a sigh, contentment and exhaustion fogging together into a single undecipherable emotion as he put the phone back in his pocket and continued his way toward the docks, where heavy crates of imports and exports would be waiting for him. It was hard work, but it had an aura of adventure to it and was worth the extra money. This time, however, he knew who would be waiting there. He felt it in his gut; certainty that the moment he was done loading crates Nezumi would bump into him, claim it was a coincidence, then push and prod with his offer once again, and worst of all… Hamato Yoshi was actually beginning to reconsider.

The night Splinter got the turtles, for all of the positive changes it had brought to his life, was a long exhausting night of many conflicting thoughts. The idea of calling the police or notifying a neighbor came to mind more times than he’d ever like to admit, the sight of four reptiles the size of infants, acting like infants, initially striking him as wrong… horrific even. But they weren’t merely acting like infants, they were infants. With every passing second the genetic mishaps showed themselves to be nothing more than helpless children, who would likely be hurt or even killed if word got out about their existence. Not knowing where else to go Yoshi brought them to his apartment. He panicked at every crying fit, he panicked over whether to feed them warm milk or insects from the windowsill, he turned up the television in order to cover up the sound of their fits until the neighbors complained, and then he panicked when the tenants knocked on his door. All night, for many nights, he made the changes necessary to carry on with the secret existence of four infants, soundproofing cupboards and stockpiling supplies. He moved on instinct, an unexpected family in dire need of protection filling his life with a sudden unexpected vigor that he hadn’t felt since his days with Shen and Miwa. Of course it couldn’t last forever. He could only be absent from his waitering job for so long before he met an ultimatum: earn a living, or leave four squirming infants all alone for eight hours on end.

He knew he couldn’t choose the latter, it would put his newfound family in a position of terrible neglect even if he dedicated every hour he had apart from work to tending to their needs. He needed a miracle, and the universe followed through, though not without it’s price.

It was by sheer luck that one day, when he was walking to the convenience store, he discovered Nezumi being thrashed by gangsters who were demanding some sort of overdue payment. Splinter didn’t know much about the situation, but he did recognize when a lone unarmed man was being threatened by hoard of thugs wielding blunt weapons. To this day he still didn’t know whether it was intuition or simple stupidity that inspired him to interfere, but in the end Nezumi got a good glimpse of what he was capable of. As a show of gratitude Splinter was given an offer, an offer that would have him working for only two hours in the dead of night, filling his pockets with more than enough to pay the rent while leaving him full days to take care of his infants sons and ensure they got a decent upbringing.

Underground fights. Serious underground fights settling bloody feuds under the gazes of vicious gamblers. It was illegal and dishonorable and extremely dangerous and yet, so long as he wouldn’t be hurting anyone innocent, Splinter knew he couldn’t refuse. After that, his sense of being was constantly jumping back and forth from opposite sides of the spectrum. During the day he was a father, a good father, watching small children slowly learn to talk, teaching him what he could about language and history and how to keep out of sight. However, when he was in the fighting ring, he was a submissive attack dog beating men that were all muscle and meat into unconsciousness while surrounding crowds shrieked and hollered. It reached a point to where even the simplest fights turned into behemothic bet-hedging schemes, Nezumi leeching off of the ‘“street cred” Splinter never wanted to make a name for himself in areas that Splinter wanted nothing to do with.

Those months contained some of the best and worst moments of his life. Overall, however, he couldn’t say he had any regrets. All it took was one memory of the quartet of two year olds falling asleep in his lap while he read about the antics of The Cat in The Hat, and he could contentedly affirm that… despite everything… he had done the right thing.

Would it be the right thing if he went through with it one more time? It was just a couple of nights in the ring, maybe only one night judging by the purse Nezumi had mentioned yesterday. With money like that he would be able move his family to a small place outside the city limits, somewhere far away from the constant prying eyes of strangers where the turtles could run around carefree like boys should... …. like they deserved to.

When Splinter arrived at his destination he found his suspicions confirmed. There was Nezumi, sitting in a dingy little sports car just off from the docks, windows rolled down a crack to release the smog of a half-smoked cigarette. The moment their eyes met the skinny tattooed scarecrow jumped, startled to see that not only had his target arrived, but he was walking directly toward him. There was the sound fumbling as Nezumi let his cigarette drop to the floor and rummaged around the glove compartment, probably in search for some hidden weapon. When Splinter yanked him out of the vehicle by his wrists it became clear Nezumi probably should have dedicated more time to locking his door than locating his switchblade, and before he could so much as blink he was pinned to the concrete, foot on his back, arm twisted until pain forced him to unhand his weapon.

“Hey hey hey hey!!! Cool it! This trip had nothing to do with you! I’m out here meeting some old friends!” he squealed as Splinter took the switchblade “Coincidence! Pure coincidence! I’m not-“

“How much did you say that purse was?”

Nezumi suddenly stopped, rubbing his sore shoulder as he found himself released from the painful hold. He rose back to his feet, watching his attacker casually toss the swiped blade to himself, a look of calm earnestness on his face.

“You… you’re serious?” “I don’t know yet” Splinter muttered, “Tell me how much I’ll win if I take part in this fight you talked about.”

“Th-… thirty grand if you win the final round. Twenty grand if you get second place and-” “Fine.” Splinter closed the switchblade and pocketed it while giving his answer. Forgetting his swiped weapon, Nezumi took a moment to come to grips with what was happening, a look of idiotic glee on his face when he realized his hopes were confirmed. “The Splinter is back in action?”

“‘Mister Takara.’ Or Daiki if you want to be informal.” Splinter knew he’d regret accepting that “stage name” the moment it caught on. His old self laid across ocean, lost in the passing years, but making his lifelong nickname into a tacky “extreme warrior” title served to twist the knife rather than help him move on. But of course, Nezumi took the correction as a signal to keep their plans on the down low, and still wearing that stupid smile the scrawny little thug placed a finger against his own lips in a gesture of silence and winked.

Decision made and instincts already telling him this was a terrible idea, Splinter turned away and began heading back toward the loading docks. “I’ve got to go. I’m already late.”

“Wait wait wait!” Nezumi rushed ahead, blocking Splinter’s path with outstretched arms. “Tell me when you get off work! I’ll come by and pick you up!”

Splinter shot him a doubtful glare.

“I’m taking you to dinner!” Nezumi explained “It’s on me. You can ask for all the details you want over some hot grub and some wine. Huh? What do you say?”

Splinter’s glare softened. He would have to skip out on the wine, he had a notoriously low alcohol tolerance, but the idea of a good meal swayed him. That, plus a ride home that would keep him safe from the rain, and he couldn’t find the will to protest.

[I’ll be home late] Raphael saw the text at about six, an hour before their father was scheduled to get home. The small turtle slowly mouthed the syllables, getting through the sentence at an agonizing pace before Donatello swiped the phone and read the sentence at his preferred speed.

“Papa’s gonna be home late Leo!” Big dark blue eyes looked up just in time to see the brainiest of his brothers get tackled to the ground, Raphael wrestling to regain possession of the blackberry cellphone. Leonardo, remembering how angry Splinter had been the last time they’d broken a phone by fighting over it, trotted over and took the device from his feuding siblings before texting back.

[time?] [Very late. There is apple sauce and cheese sticks in the fridge. Nuts raisins and crackers in the cabinet. Be in bed by 8.] [Ok] [Make sure everyone brushes their teeth and washes their face too] [Ok]

“What is it?” Leonardo had just sent out the last text before his youngest sibling snatched the phone from his hands, squinting at the letters with his tongue hanging out of his mouth in concentration. “Papa’s gonna be late” Leonardo explained before his brother could finish reading the first word, snatching the cell right back much to Mikey’s displeasure. “We’re gonna eat and get ready for bed without him” “No bedtime story?” Leo shook his head no, a dutiful look on his face as he trotted to the kitchen and opened the fridge door, standing on his tiptoes in order to reach the assigned snacks.

“Don’t worry though! Papa usually makes up for this stuff. He’ll prob’ly bring pizza tomorrow!” Though this reassurance seemed to please the youngest turtle, Donatello and Raphael didn’t look all too happy.

“He shouldn’t be out longer! He needs to sleep more! Thas’ the opposite of what I told him to do!” Donatello said, sounding close to tears as he gave a little stomp of his foot. “Whadya mean he’s not going to be home?!” Raph added, joining in with his sibling’s protests “He’s never home and I miss him!” “He misses us too!” Mikey whined in turn, now crying for reasons he himself didn’t quite understand until Leonardo and shoved an unwrapped cheese stick into his mouth, satiating him.

“We just gotta be patient. We’ll watch TV” Leonardo reassured, as if watching television wasn’t something they’d already done all day to pass the time waiting for their father to get back. Already bored by his brother’s suggestion Donatello peeled back the translucent foil on the window, big ruddy brown eye peering up at the sky.

“Turn it to the weather channel. I don’ like the look of those clouds. Papa really should’ve looked at them before deciding to stay out longer” Raphael wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and found the remote, slowly clicking his way toward channel six. Mikey chewed contentedly on his cheese stick as he yanked some blankets down from the back of the couch, curling up on the floor in front of the screen as his eldest brother delivered the food and began dividing it out between his siblings.

#the cupboard game #tmnt fanfiction #splinter #hamato yoshi

13 notes · View notes

djgodcalvinharris · 8 years

Text

La sangre llama pt. 2

Here’s the second part. It includes a sex scene so guys, read this carefully lol. I hope you like it. More to come. While reading to this, I heard Beyoncé’s “All night long” ❤️

He was on the other side of the road, not taking his eyes off of her. save on the pavements, a road between them. traffic making it impossible for either of them to cross the road. they couldn't see the drivers, but more cars kept coming. taylor scared kept back on the edge of her pavement, as she was yelling to adam for help. "Adam...i'm scared...Adam" but he couldn't hear her and although he tried, he couldn't cross the road. he couldn't reach for her. and just when he stepped his feet on the street, a car viciously came from his left and hit him.

"Adam! - she called his name, in a frightened voice as if she was seeking for help. covered in sweat, Taylor woke up with her heart racing. 'It was just a nightmare, god' she thought, closing her eyes in relief and going her hand through her hair as she was trying to normalize her breath. Instinctively, she looked on her left. Her fiancée of almost 9 months now, was still sleeping peacefully. 'Thank god he didn't hear me'. Getting out of the bed as slowly as she could, Taylor couldn't understand whether it was from the cold or the fact that after months of barely even hearing his name, she had had a scary and weird dream about him, but she was trembling.

Making her way to the bathroom, she knew she had to get herself together. Her brother was getting married today, she couldn't think of Adam. thankfully, he had informed that he wouldn't be attending the wedding. Taylor wouldn't know how she could handle the weight of his gaze on her after all of these months of successfully managing to avoid his eyes. But, she was sure he'd be fine. He seemed to have erased her from his memory completely. That one time when he was standing just a few feet next to her and she decided to go and say hi, and he completely ditched her walking away from her. A part of her always thought that he never saw her, but some other times she wondered why he never even texted her. She had tried it several times, and he never showed her, even if one single time that he wanted to try and have a friendly relationship with her. Well, besides that one time her mom was 100% cancer free and she texted him a very heart felt message. Her memory didn't let her down as she remembered perfectly what was written:

"Taylor, I heard your mum is now, finally, cancer free. And please let me tell you that this made my day. She's an amazing woman, a woman whomI consider close to my heart and whom I dearly respect, just like my own mum. I'm sure this is one of the happiest days of your life, rightfully so. And i'm happy for you, you deserve it. Take care xxx"

It was short, but she loved every sentence, every word, every letter. It meant the world to her and the fact that deep down, somehow, he still cared warmed her heart. But besides that? Nothing at all. Just cold answers to her attempts. Eventually she gave up.

Opening the water, letting it run wild, Taylor started slowly stripping down. As she got into the tube, the water was falling down on her owning every part of her skin. He was all she was thinking that morning and it was pointless trying to fight it anymore. A quick flashback invaded her mind, of those countless times he'd join her in while she was showering. She could swear she was feeling his hand on her waist, gripping just like only he would. Opening her eyes quickly, she pressed her lips together. "You're an idiot Taylor", she thought to herself, as she went on with her shower.

She was done, but she loved staying there and just feeling the warm water fall down on body. And she'd just stand her, feel it caresses her skin gently. And for one split second, she relived her dream. Adam being hit by a car as she was screaming on top of her lungs. And her heart dropped down to her stomach, as she sat down on the tube hugging her knees on her chest, a few tears coming down of her cheeks. "Are you Adam? Are you okay , my lo... -silence, he wasn't her love anymore. He was Lauren's love. to her now, he just was - Adam." she said slowly, defeated almost.

After wiping herself, she put on just a dress. Walking into her room, she saw her fiancée was still sleeping peacefully. She sat on bed and gently caressed his cheek, making sure she would not wake him up. It was still early, just 7 am. They'd have a long day ahead. He had been so helpful to her during this time, despite having a hectic schedule himself. He postponed everything just to be here for her. And that meant the world to her. This man really loved her and cherished her, and she was eternally grateful she had such an incredible man in her life.

Taylor had met Mikey through Karlie and Joshua. He had captured her attention right away. His tall figure, black hair and his hazel eyes seemed very attractive to Taylor. The more they'd talk, the more she'd find they had so many things in common. He played the guitar, well he tried. He loved poetry and arts, he enjoyed cooking and loved hiking too. He had been quite a major shoulder Taylor had found herself counting on for the past almost 2 years. He had been so supportive and understanding of Addison and Taylor's career and all the craziness that revolved around her lifestyle. He showed Taylor that sometimes love doesn't come in big waves, but in gentle swings. And she loved that. More like she got used to loving that.

Taylor always was the girl to dream of love to come in loud booms. Echoing thuds that drown out the entire world. She always dreamt of someone to make my heart melt, her eyes twinkle, the butterflies in her stomach tracing the words from inside her saying "He’s the one”. But in reality, since Mikey walked in her life, she understood that love is quiet gestures. Love is respect. And this type of love is the love she never knew she needed. She couldn't believe herself that Mikey had brought so much peace in her life, when she had lost hope someone ever would. Maybe because she got burned too bright by that kind of love she always dreamt of and finally got. Or maybe, just maybe, because no one could ever compare to Adam.

After getting the breakfast almost done, Taylor was walking back towards her room, It was almost 10 am, she had to wake up her two sleepyheads. Still trying to get her thoughts in order, talking to Abigail just made her feeling worse. As soon as she walked in the room, for a brief moment she forgot about Adam and instead she smiled at herself seeing how soundly Mikey was still sleeping. Planting gentle kisses on his forehead and cheek, she softly spoke.

"Babe...babe...wake up. It's almost 10 am, you silly - laughing, as he was covering his head with the blanket. - breakfast is ready."

Stretching out in bed and rubbing his eyes, he looked at her "good morning beautiful."

She blushed. "good morning, my love" leaning down and finally planting a kiss on his lips. He kissed her back a couple of more times. That caused her to laugh once more, "Go now have a shower silly, i'll go wake Addison up".

"Alright alright" getting out of the bed, he looked back at her once again. "We're next, though"

"Next? for what?"

"We're the ones getting married next" winking at her, then made his way to the bath.

Looking at him, something just didn't feel right. Did she love him? Yes, she did. Did he make her feel good? Of course he did. Was she excited to get married to him? Excited wouldn't be the word she'd use to describe what she was feeling but yes, she was looking forward to getting married to him. And that's when she got confused.

The key to a happy relationship is to never compare. But she couldn't help but think how different Mikey and Adam were. If it were Adam, she was sure he'd pull her in and make love to her. That's how their day always started. While Mikey was more mature, she missed that reckless life...just a little bit. Hearing the water's noise she couldn't help but ask herself again, do you really love him? and a quiet voice, almost scared whispered in the back of her mind "I hope i do".

Getting out of the bed and walking towards her son's room this time, she couldn't stop thinking of what Abigail had just told her. She couldn't shrug off the thought that maybe she was right. Maybe that's why it hurt that much, because they both were trying to give but noone was actually receiving.

"Hiiiiiii, good morning. how are you feeling? Excited for today, your baby bro is getting married. Woohooo , - Abigail's enthusiasm made Taylor smile. She was happy, of course she was happy. Her brother was getting married to someone she respected and loved, how could she not be happy? But, she just couldn't understand why she was that nervous, almost anxious. Probably it was because of the dream she had of him, but deep down she knew it was something more.

"Well i'm excited and nervous, like soooo nervous I cant even put it into words" Taylor said as she was getting ready her orange juice.

"Are you okay? Something seems off" Abigail knew her just as good as her mom. They had spent an entire life together, so she could tell every slight difference in Taylor's tone and expression.

"I'm not really okay - almost thankful Abigail asked, she needed to get it out of her chest. - I had this dream about Adam and I swear it had me almost paralyzed and freaking out"

"Wow, that seems serious. Tell me, how was it?"

Taylor sat down and took a deep breath. "As if we were standing on the pavements, on the sides of the road and in front of each other. I was talking and he couldn't hear me and he was talking and i couldn't hear him. And when the cars kept coming and becoming more and more, he tried stepping on the road to make his way to me and he - she held her breath, just the thought of it would make her lose her mind. taylor cleared her throat and spoke in one breath - and he got hit by a car."

"Oh man, that's pretty sad isn't it? Well i believe it was pretty much yall ending i guess"

"Our ending? what do you mean?

"Well Taylor, you know i think he's an asshole but i believe he loved you and in his way, he tried. But the worst thing is when you try to give but the other isn't receiving. Hence the talking but not being able to listen each other. The cars could represent your problems and how they kept getting bigger because of the lack of communication. And the end...well didn't you tell me you decided to call it quits because you felt as if he had lost himself? Maybe that's what it represents, that he tried to save your relationship but it ended up killing him."

Sitting gently besides Addison, she would always find herself wondering what their life would be like if she had told Adam about his existence. Now she knew he would never find out, otherwise all hell would loose break. She had tried to tell him. The first time. After she came back from Australia, where she was with Tom, she had been throwing up for a couple of days. The first times she blamed the jetlag and lack of sleep and constant traveling and the stress, but then when they kept going she decided to run some tests. And when the results came, she was shocked. She found out she was almost 6 weeks pregnant. And she hadn't suspected a thing. She hadn't gotten her periods, but she blamed the stress and anxiety she was going through during the past weeks. And in the vulnerability of the moment, she had called him, shaking and crying, almost forgetting everything else that had happened between them.

"Adam...Adam it's me Taylor" walking around her room in LA, with the results paper in her hands crying and smiling at the same time.

"What do you want?" he answered coldly, that brought her back to reality. Gulping, she couldn't find the right words. "I..hmm...have something quite important to tell you."

"Me? You and i are through i don't understand what the hell could be that important that u need to tell me"

She sat on her bed, biting her lips. 'We're not through,We're expecting a baby.' she wanted to yell. "Could you come over my place? I really need to say this face to face"

He started laughing, but not his normal ones. His sarcastic laugh which she hated. "You think im a dumb ass motherfucker or what? You want to invite me there for what? To see in person how beautifully he kisses you and grabs your ass?"

"No, no, no I swear he's not here. Adam i'm expecting.."

He interrupted her. "Yeah expecting him to come just in time so i wont fucking miss a fucking thing. Fuck off Taylor, why the fuck u doing this woman?"

"Adam please don't think like that, I swear to god it's not like that. I really have an important news to share with you and i don't wanna say it through the phone"

"Dont worry Taylor say it here Im not coming.. come on, i'm not recording you"

Awkward silence. Once again, he dared to use her biggest insecurity against her. That pissed her off so bad. "You know what? You're such an asshole and you don't even deserve to know it. I'm such an idiot for thinking you would have some good sense inside of you"

"You made sure you killed that by the way you left Taylor and dont fucking bullshit around. One more thing, don't ever fucking call me again, I dont have time for your bullshits." he said and then hung up on her.

Later she had broken up with Tom. She hadn't told him why, but she didn't want to be with him anymore. She didn't love him in the first place, but now that she was expecting someone else's child it would make their relationship even more complicated and she was tired of that.

Addison decided to come 5 days before christmas. December 20th 2016. He was the perfect baby she had ever seen. So tiny and chubby, she fell in love with him within the first second they laid him on her chest, just a few minutes after he was born. He was the perfect christmas gift she had ever received and given. Immediately he became the center of her attention and everyone else's. Taylor would see so much of Adam in him. Addison had Adam's eyes, his nose and his attitude. He was calm and a very cuddle child. He was quite stubborn and would always furrow his eyebrows, with anger in his eyes which would never fail to make Taylor laugh. But mostly she could feel Adam. Addison would always be the reason why she would forget him.

Taylor never wanted to give Addison a broken family, this wasn't her concept of a happy family. That's why she tried to tell him one more time, but failed because in the heat of the moment, she lost her words and logic and just followed her heart.

When she got the invitation to Charlie's and Nicole's wedding, Taylor was shocked. She wasn't expecting it. On the last minute, she decided to go. Her mother convinced her that it'd be rude of her not to attend, after they had been thoughtful enough to invite her and put everything behind.

Adam was DJ-ing when she walked into the lounge. His tight, while shirt would show off his muscles and would suit him. He looked so good and Taylor just couldn't take her eyes off of him. She loved how attentive he was, how focused. The way he'd lick his lips from time to time, was a major turn on for Taylor.

Roughly 4 months pregnant, she barely could show but her hormones were all over the place. She sat on the corner trying to avoid everyone. She knew eventually she had to go and congratulate the new marrieds, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Adam's friends were all so supportive of him and she knew she was no longer welcomed by them. Bringing her guts together, Taylor finally went and shook Charlie and Nicole's hands. She, truthfully, wished them the best. They had the kind of bizarre but rock solid kind of relationship, Taylor loved hanging out with them. It would give her hope that love can conquer every difference and sort of incompatibility. After that she pretty much sat there and watched as everyone danced and had a good time. Her eyes were looking for a sight of Adam but he was nowhere. Eventually, she gave up.

Until, a very familiar voice whispered behind her. "Wanna dance?" his breath hitting her bare neck, sent chills down her spine and she held her breath. Feeling her stomach getting tight, she looked back. Bravely facing his eyes, her lips slightly parted as he eventually stood tall, looking down on her. His tall figure would never cease to bring her to her knees. Standing up herself, she bravely locked their eyes.

"I...mmm...I thought you don't like dancing" trying to keep herself together, she didn't want to give in easily.

"I guess you can say a lot of things have changed recently" he said, blocking everyone else and not taking his eyes off of her. Usually, she'd be good reading him but tonight, she just couldn't. Unwillingly, almost as if she couldn't control her body anymore, she nodded. He grabbed her hand , walking to the dance floor and her breath become unsteady. Matt was the DJ and ironically, he started playing Hello by Adele. Taylor couldn't understand how in a matter of secs, she found her body pressed against his , swinging gently following his lead. She was sure he could tell how fast her heart was beating, she was sure he could feel it too. Running his hand down her spine, she looked up at him but her eyes fixated on his lips. When she bit hers, he dropped his hand just below her waist line. Gently gripping on his shoulders, he took that as an affirmative action to proceed and firmly, grab on her ass. Lost in the moment, she could see noone else but him.

He loved knowing she couldn't control herself, loved knowing he had this effect on her. And being well aware of that, he tried to run the situation without giving himself in that in fact, she had the same mesmerizing effect on him. It was pathetic at this point to deny he still loved him and that she still had him tattooed deep into her skin and heart. When he had her almost trembling in his arms again, gripping on him for dear life, he wanted to run away with her and forget about the world. As she closed her eyes with her lips slightly parted, he didn't think twice and attacked her lips.

She wasn't expecting him to do it, but she was dying to feel his lips on hers again. Almost sure he would never, she closed her eyes getting drunk by his perfume and body, remembering how it feels to taste his lips. When he kissed her, she wasn't sure if she was dreaming or if it was really happening, but she didn't care. Wrapping her arms around his neck tight, she kissed him with everything she had inside and she could feel how he was kissing her back, with everything he was. Whispering against her lips, not letting go of her, he said "Lets get out of here"

Opening her eyes, and meeting his, she knew she was completely under his spell. Nodding and kissing his bottom lip, she said "your place...now...please" she couldn't control his need for him, that was driving her insane.

Next thing she knew, they were kissing with everything they had in his living room, with her up against the wall and him gripping hard on her thighs. His jacket on the floor, and most of his buttons were ripped open, her dress pushed up just enough to expose her long legs wrapped around his waist. Sweet whispers in between her hardened breaths "Our room baby...take us to our room", in which he happily obeyed.

Laying her gently, yet eagerly on bed as she still had her legs wrapped his waist tightly, not letting go. He kneeled in between in her legs, not taking his eyes off of her, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor. Taylor ran her hands on his chest and toned abs, biting her lips almost paralyzed by the passion of his gaze. In a moment of carnal love for the flesh, he ripped off her dress leaving her almost breathless and bare skinned under him. Leaning down, Adam started playing with her hard nipples as he gently started rubbing the side of the clit, almost teasing her with just one finger. Running her hands through his hair, Taylor's eyes fluttered closed and gently moaned. That was the answer he needed to go harder. Applying more pressure , with his 4 fingers this time, stimulating her clit more. He knew her body, he knew what she loved. Sucking on his nipple, he was moving his fingers side to side, one after the other in a hard and fast motion. Gripping harder on his hair, Taylor arched her back as her breaths got shorter and harder.

Licking all the way down her stomach, Adam pressed his tongue on the hood of the clit and penetrated two of his fingers inside. Taylor got both of her hands on his hair, totally lost in pleasure as she kept moaning and twirling her waist. Playing with her lips, sucking on them, biting softly as he kept fingering her, she knew she couldn't hold back for long. Moaning his name in sweet moans that would drive him crazy, "Come on kitty, give it to the daddy" was all he said , in his raspy, scottish accent, before penetrating his tongue and spreading the fingers apart making the V sign, she knew she couldn't hold anymore. Exploding as she pushed his head deep on the flower and twirling uncontrollably with her legs shaking, she almost screamed in pure bliss with her back arched as most as she could. Gripping on her cheeks, he kept sucking firmly hard causing her to try to escape his attacks yet keeping his head pressed against her "Fuck, FUCK I need you." cursing as she couldn't even open her eyes, she pleaded. She wanted him inside of him.

Standing on top of her licking his lips, he was smirking evilly. Kissing up her sweaty body, as his hands were running wild all over her body owning it, he was whispering words just for them to hear " your scent drives me crazy kitty, your curves...your little boobs...your slender neck...mhm i love every inch of you baby. " pressing himself to her firmly as she instinctively made space for him, allowing him to press his hardened bulge against the meeting of her thighs. Pushing down his pants, almost hungrily dying to have him inside of her, his words were arousing her and she was no longer owner of her body. Digging her nails on his toned, wide shoulders as they started kissing again with a lustful appetite for each other, he started grinding her wet self up and down with his hardened length. Taylor gripped hard on his ass, almost guiding him but she led him take the lead, he hadn't forgotten the speed and motion she loved. Not even breaking the kiss, just whispering against his lips, she plead one more time "please I can't take it anymore Adam, i need you."

He obeyed. Of course he would. He knew he couldn't resist any longer himself. Penetrating his length inside of her, she gasped. With his hands on her thighs, he kept thrusting inside of her in streamy thrusts, speeding up and getting deeper each time as her messy, ever getting louder moans were filling the room. Once he reached almost his full speed, he kept pounding frequently non stop. When he felt, she was close to come again, he slowed down. Just when she opened her eyes, she caught him looking at her. Not stopping, moving in and out of her in slow but ever hardening thrusts, she was feeling owned. He was revitalizing her, when he started kissing her hungrily, she felt almost reconnecting him as his thrusts were taking her to a state of serenity..again. Feeling the lust and passion build up, he found himself speeding up again, in a hungry beast like motion gripping on her hips harshly and keeping her still as he was pounding her in oblivion. Ripping his back and her lips apart, Taylor was lost in the passion. Not being able to stop her messy moans, he kept pounding faster and harder.

He knew he wouldn't last longer, so he thought to spicy things up. Putting one hand on the bedposts, lifting himself up but keeping their torsos pressed, he began pounding in a savagely like motion but pleasantly, thrusting and grinding her slit as he was deep inside of her. Then slowly he began thrusting diagonally and other times swirling his hips while being deep inside of her, stimulating her and bringing out what's been inside of her for too long. With her fingers dug on the bottom on his back and her own arched, she was moaning and it was until he started alternating his thrusts and his movements, that she couldn't even control her screams anymore. Cursing his name and feeling herself get tighter around his length, she let go and found herself experiencing one of the most intense orgasms ever. Taylor felt as she was being carried on a soft wave of pure pleasure.

And maybe it was as strong as it was because as lost as she was in her ecstasy, she could never miss the feeling on his throbbing hardened length inside of her, or not hear his groans fill the room to the point where his voice was she could hear. Maybe it was as intense as it was because she realized he graved and loved her still, just as much as she did.

Laying gently on top of her, she was playing with his hair. She didn't remember for how long they were laid there, vulnerable and belonging to each other. Until he broke the silence, not that he said a word but he kissed her stomach. Taylor froze and bit her lips, fighting back her tears. What if he had understood inside of her a life they had both created was growing up? She wondered if she had to talk now but all that came out of her mouth were sobs with tears rolling down her cheeks, as he started gently rubbing it.

Looking up at her, he thought he knew why she was crying. As he moved himself up on her, locking their eyes he held her face in his hands. "It didn't have to go this way, did it? a love like ours didn't have to have an end in the first" he said and she could hear in his voice sadness, regret, vulnerability. She knew his heart was talking and god, she loved this man.

"Baby...i'm...." she wanted to tell him, right there, at that exact moment. "Shhh, you don't have to say a word my love. I'm the one who's sorry, i'm the one who should of let you in, held you tighter, trusted you more and loved you deeper. I love you so much, i'm sorry" was all he said before attacking his lips, as if he hadn't known that kissing someone would mean someone until he tasted her lips.

And he made love to her, over and over again that night as if he would never love someone like her again. He owned her and did her like he had never done anyone before. Because, he knew she'd be gone with the moonlight. He knew once the sun would come up he'd be left with nothing but her perfume lingering on his sheets.

Blinking her eyes twice, she gulped and brought herself together. Looking down on her son sleeping like a little angel beside her, so peacefully with his messy curls covering his face. Taylor had never cut his hair since he was born. How could she when he so adorable? Kissing his forehead, she was rubbing his back softly. "Baby...time to wake up" she smiled as he opened his eyes and smiled at her and opened his arms. "Awh my sweet boy" placing his head on his little chest, she hugged him tight as he wrapped his tiny arms around her head.

"Mummy, can i please go to the lake?" in a matter of secs, Addison was on his feet on top of his bed. Taylor laughed at his energy.

"Baby, you know your uncle Austin is getting married today..."

"I promise i won't be late mummy...please...please"

Could she even say no to this adorable human being. Impossible. "Alright, but uncle Brandon will come with you and you'll be careful. Don't go too far. Promise?"

"I promise mummy." jumping on bed, she shook her head.

"Go wash your teeth now, we'll have breakfast ,angel of mine."

Adam missed the ceremony, but made sure he attended the reception before most of the other invitees. And sat on the darkest corner, where people could not easily spot him, but he could see everyone. He'd just congratulate the newly weds and then leave, avoiding all of those questing gazed he knew they'd be all on him.

He thought noone had spotted him entering, at least not someone who'd notice him with the untrimmed beard and this new haircut. But, he was wrong. Este had recognized him perfectly. Her jaw dropped. He was here. He'd find out the truth, in the most shocking way and maybe think of the worse. She tried calling Taylor once and twice, but she wasn't picking up. Then she thought to herself, maybe time had come for all secrets to be revealed. Maybe it's what God's will and no human on earth could stop it from happening.

The place starting slowly filling up, but he stayed there, on his own. With the glass of wine untouched, he patting his foot on the floor nervously. Although he had convinced himself he didn't care and he'd act cool, Adam found himself looking for every single person who would get in, in hopes she'd be next. Until there she was.

Taylor walked inside the avenue and stole everyone's attention. Wearing a beautiful royal blue gown, tight showing off her curves and short showing off her toned legs. She stoled his breathe away. Looking absolutely radiant, he couldn't bring himself to look away. She took a few steps inside, smiling and waving at a few relatives and then looked back. And there he was, her fiancée. He walked towards her, grabbed her by the waist and together they made their way to their seats, all smiled and loved up. And Adam could feel his throat getting tighter and his heart fall down his stomach. He couldn't unsee what he had just seen. His hand gripped on her waist. Her being his woman. At that moment he knew, the night ahead would be a hell .

Like a gravitational pull, Taylor felt she was being observed by someone. Looking back towards that direction, she could just see his physique. Sat, with his legs spread and one hand holding his full glass, she couldn't see his face. But she could feel his gaze on her. The wide shoulders and very long legs reminded her of someone, she couldn't bring herself to remember. No matter how much she tried to shrug it off, she could feel that strangers eyes on her and for some reason, she wasn't feeling uncomfortable. She couldn't understand what was going on, but she was completely enthralled.

As Mikey pulled her in by her waist in the dance floor, she made sure they'd be somewhere the stranger could see them. She couldn't even see his eye, but Taylor could swear she could feel furious fire shooting out of them as Mikey was running his hands up and down her back freely. Trying to focus on her fiancée, Taylor caught herself looking back at that stranger every once in a while making sure he was still staring. And he was still there, not moving a bit. Anonymous, enigmatic, undeniably charming to Taylor.

Adam felt himself getting paralyzed when Taylor wrapped her arms around his neck and started swinging, grinding their bodies. And Adam couldn't stop himself from staring and feeling his blood start boiling when he was running his hands wild all over her body. He couldn't understand what was going on. He couldn't be jealous. And when he looked into her eyes, that's when Adam looked away for a minute. But, then instinctively, he got his eyes on her again. He was hypnotized. She was someone else's angel and there was nothing he could do about it.

"What does love look like?" Adam asked with her naked, laid next to him and her head on his chest as he playing with her hair.

"Like everything i've lost come back to me, in a different way and different form. It came back to me in a ... you" Taylor smiled, looking up at him locking their gazes.

That flashblack hit him as she was just a few feet away from him, yet untouchable, unreachable. He was once all she ever wanted and loved, and today it was someone else.

They say it takes 7 years for all the cells of our body to get renewed. After hours watching her dance in his arms, as the air brought in her perfume he breathed deep, causing his eldest cells come back to life and mingle, telling the news one about once a love that thought that would make it through whatever, telling the news cells how they could never experience the real steamy passion running through his veins when it was him holding her in his arms and he felt sorry. After hours watching her dance in his arms, he realized he had surrendered to a mediocre love he always swore he would never. He realized that although he loved the idea of him just a human being in charge of his own destiny, he loved the unknown and unpredictability of their love story. When the cake was brought in middle of the dance floor, Adam told himself right after they'd cut it, he'd leave. He could feel his lungs were running out of air, everytime he witnessed her eyes close and lock her lips gently with his.

Everyone on their feet, as Austin was talking, holding a heartfelt speech for his wife. But Taylor couldn't hear a thing. Her eyes were on the mysterious man. He was standing too and he was taller than she had expected. His shoulders were wide and his biceps was showing off through his jacket. Fighting back the need and unexplainable desire to look at him, she tried to focus on Austin. When her father brought in Addison that's when for a moment she forgot about him. He had been taking a nap, after spending the entire afternoon playing in the park with a friend. Taking her baby in her arms, she kissed her head. "Would u like to help your uncle cut the cake, Addison? Maybe a soul as pure as yours would be our good luck charm". Austin's voice echoed through the room. Addison nodded but refused to let go of Taylor.

"Of course uncle, but we're a bit sleepy because we spent the whole afternoon playing in the park so we're not letting go of mommy" Taylor said as she got closer to the mic Austin was holding.

Adam spotted the familiar curls, but when he heard Taylor speak he took a few steps near the center. Taylor...was a mother? He couldn't believe his ears. When he was just right in front of them, he froze.

Addison's little hand wrapped around the knife as Austin's and his wife's hands were wrapped above his as they cut the first piece of cake. Taylor took Addison right back in her arms and looked in front of her, and her heart stopped.

"Mommy...mommy..that's my friend i was telling you about, that I was playing in the park with" Addison pointing at someone Taylor knew very well. Tears forming at her eyes as she was seeing anger and pain and hate in his.

Locked gazes.

Broken hearts.

Revealed secrets.

What Taylor feared the most, had already happened way before she was even aware of it or could do something to stop it from happening and that's when she understood, bloods really is thicker than water.

All the mixed feelings Adam had experienced when he was playing and holding that baby, got their answers. But a lot of more questions were formed in his head, as he fuming. That kid was undoubtedly his. And that kid was the stronger force that had pulled Adam to attend this wedding in the first place, he figured. Because, blood calls.

#tayvin fanfiction #kristina #blood calls #calvin harris #taylor swift

68 notes · View notes