#i should do the rest of the turtles…

[coalburiedinwarmashes]

First week working in the best place ever completed🤩

[meggahamicide]

Disaster Twins 2025 🐢🐢

My boys! They look so vastly different in just two and a half years!

I loved doing this redraw, not only for experiencing first hand my newer process and how I've grown, but also being able to look at both finished versions side by side and having visible proof of the evolution of my art. It really goes to show that, while progress isn't always immediate and or linear, time and practice really does equal improvement in the end.

progress pictures, comparisons, and my thoughts on this redraw below:

First thing's first, looking at my old art I feel like those poses were the extent of my skill at the time, a real challenge that I set for myself, Leo in particular. I still appreciate them, especially for the first attempt I ever made at drawing any or the turtles, so going into the new one, I really wanted to emulate that same dynamic: Leo crouched down, supporting Donnie's elbow. But I didn't want it to feel as static.

In the new one, I wanted to be more lean in Donnie's pose, as if he's really putting his weight on Leo. Leo himself stayed relatively the same pose-wise, but I felt there was a way to push the pair of them to make it more dynamic. Hence, the perspective.

The second thing I wanted to tackle was the energy of the image. In the old one, I feel it gives more fun, pop-of-color vibes. It's energy was from me trying to take on the Rise style, of attempting to take on the vibrancy of the show and translate it to my art.

Now that I've had a few years to test what works best for me, I feel as though I've improved at balancing the color palettes a bit. I've always favored more muted tones, but always fought the Rise style to find the right give and take, but over time I found a happy medium that tends to lean toward those more muted tones for the body while still adding that pop of color, usually in the eyes or a source of light.

Rim lighting might just be part of my style at this point.

And lastly, I'd like to be able to compliment the original background, but it didn't work for the poses and colors I had going on on Donnie and Leo. The idea was to have a TMNT spray painted on a wall, but since the bodies covered most of the work, it was difficult to tell what was going on.

On the new one, I really leaned into the drama of the scene. They're ready to fight, they're moving, and they're a threat. I didn't want the background to fight with the characters this time around, so starting with the dark, monotone slate helped me smooth out the rest of the ambience before attempting the mystics on Donnie's bo, Leo's portal and what ended up being the wind. And finally the text. I intentionally kept it hard to notice, a small detail that added a bit more texture without distracting and also taking some of the blues and purples throughout the drawing. That last detail, the boy's names, was what I used to mimic the original background.

This ramble turned out a lot longer than I intended, feels like I should end it with "in conclusion" XD

Overall, I'm really happy with how this went and how I've grown since I started drawing tmnt art. Thanks for sticking around to listen to me chatter endlessly, please let me know if this is something you'd wanna read more of in the future!

[delulu-julia]

Can I have headcanons for tall reader, and she is very tactile, and when she’s hugging turtles, they always bump to her chest, but she doesn’t care at all (romantic, before any confection) feel free to ignore

How boys hugging you

(romantic, before confession. female reader)

This one was in my box for soo long actually,, I just felt writing this today, so enjoy!

Leonardo

He’s so respectful it’s almost painful. Every time he bumps into your chest, he freezes like someone hit him with something sharp

“Oh—! I-I didn’t mean to— Sorry, I really—!”

He’ll immediately pull back, hands hovering awkwardly like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

Lowkey thinks you’re doing it on purpose at first. But then you stay all casual, smiling so bright, and he gets lost for a moment

“You’re very… affectionate” he says once, awkwardly, after you done this to him a couple of times

He has to meditate longer now. To “clear his mind” (calm down after your hugs.)

The thing is, he loves your hugs. Your warmth calms him down. But he’s hyper- aware of every part of the contact. His honor code is screaming

Eventually he starts preparing himself mentally before a hug. Bracing for impact. Standing straighter. Trying (and failing) to maintain eye contact.

He won’t tell you to stop. He couldn’t. But when you leave? He tries not mention it and hides in the dojo

Keeps wondering what it would feel like to hold you back —on purpose

Raphael

The tough guy who’s not tough at all around you

Instant flustered rage mode.

The first time you hugged him and he got smushed against your chest, he pushed you away like “Tch— watch it!”

But you saw the bright red on his cheeks and the way he wouldn’t look at you for the rest of the day

And if you hug him more… he’ll try to push you again. He will growl, go back slightly — because he’s embarrassed and doesn’t know what to do with the explosion in his chest

You wrap your arms around him and pull him close? His cheek is immediately squished into your chest and he just stays quiet for a little

“What the—!? D’you even notice where you’re—”

“Mhm. You’re warm...”

And then continue hugging him. He stops struggling after five seconds. Six seconds in, his arms are around you too.

From then on, every time you go in for a hug, he pretends to protest but leans into it faster every time.

He acts like he’s annoyed, but if you don’t hug him after a mission? He actually gets moody

Donatello

You once hugged him mid-rant about Kraang code. He didn’t speak again for a full 30 seconds

He becomes fully broken every time. You hug him, and his brain reboots. There’s white noise only. Static.

“H-huh? Oh. Uh—um. I—I think we’re—too—close —!”

He dropped his screwdriver three times after that

When you don’t let go, he just… stands there. Stiff as a board. Face burning. Mind racing.

His inner monologue: “This is fine. Just two friends. Hugging. Very tightly. With my face where it absolutely should not be— ”

But you’re always casual. You don’t even comment on it. And that makes it worse

He starts secretly practicing possible things to say next time you hug him. He never actually uses them

Eventually, you hug him and he finally just… melts a little. Doesn’t pull away. Lets himself enjoy it

Your hug habits become his new favorite variable. He might thinks about them a lot. Secretly

He might even rest his chin on you if he’s feeling bold

One day, you hugged him from behind and he let out a little noise. You teased him. He hasn’t recovered since

Michelangelo

He lives for it.

The first time it happened, he blinked… looked up at you… grinned like a devil, and went:

“So THIS is what heaven feels like”

Doesn’t care how flustered he gets. Hugs you back tighter. Smushes his face against you like a cat

You’d think he’d make inappropriate jokes, but surprisingly, he doesn’t. Mikey loves touch, and he knows your hugs are genuine. He just gets really soft about it

That said, he definitely teases the others about it, like:

“You guys get the forehead hugs, but I get the squishy ones”

Or…

“Aww, Raphy, what’s wrong? Didn’t get your daily booba hug?”

*Throws a beanbag at him*

He starts leaning into hugs before you even reach him. Sometimes lifts one leg like he’s being dipped in a rom-com

When you walk into a room and your arms are open, he runs into them like a happy golden retriever

Starts making excuses to get you to hug him “I’m cold” “I stubbed my toe” “I’m emotionally fragile...”

You carry him once just for fun. He let out a high-pitched giggle, practically bouncing in place

[xoxochb]

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“I decided to name them, finally.”

you laugh and take your seahorse and turtle into your hold. percy caresses your arm, a silent plea for you to return to your place next to him.

and you do. in a swift movement, you take the blankets back over your bare skin and rest against the headboard with percy.

his hand slips beneath the blankets and rests lightly on your upper thigh. you ignore the heat emitting off that specific spot and place the stuffies against you legs.

“so,” you begin. “this seahorse, he has the same name as you. so when you go back home I’ll still be able to lay with you.”

you were careful with your word choice after once mentioning ‘sleeping’ with a stuffed animal and percy had made it weird unsurprisingly.

he smirks now and taps his thumb on your skin. “it’s smaller than me.”

“it’ll suffice.”

he decides not to argue and just shrugs.

“this turtle though… I don’t know what to name it.”

“sweet girl.”

“hm?” your brows furrow.

“no, I mean that’s what you should name the turtle.”

you mouth curves into an ‘o’ in realization.

“you said when you got them that they were us as jellycats.”

you nod. “I suppose I did. I’m glad you learned how to use your brain.”

you let the stuffies fall and use your now free finger to poke percy’s head. but he takes his hand from underneath the blankets and uses it to take your hand and entwine your fingers.

his mouth finds the back of your hand and then each of your knuckles before resting it over his heart.

“I was thinking about getting another.”

“threesome?”

“what— no, percy, another jellycat.”

“wait.” with his free hand, he holds his index over your mouth. “let me buy one for you.”

you nip at his finger until he pulls it away. “you’ll just buy me a stupid one. like the peanut.”

percy’s face lights up but he doesn’t say anything.

a day later you had a peanut laying on your bed.

within this same time percy had managed to make three sexual comments about it and had engaged it in a threesome with your seahorse and turtle.

a piece of work he is.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

How do I fact-check to make sure I'm always getting true facts from quality sources? Other than just reading everything on here of course

How To Tell If A Fact Is True

by facts-i-just-made-up

Read the fact and make sure you understand what it's actually saying. Many false facts are just user error. EXAMPLE: Bobby misreads a headline that says "Sama-Gai Palace Takes In Donations" and thinks it said "Smegma Penis Tastes Of Donuts," resulting in a very bad blow-job that he blames on the newspaper.

Consider the source of the fact. EXAMPLE: Sarah reads that Jake Paul bought a 7 billion dollar yacht just to burn it down for laughs. Sarah believes it, having failed to notice that it was posted by a blog called lies-about-jake-paul on tumblr, resulting in her hating Jake Paul for the wrong reason, at the cost of all the many right reasons she should hate Jake Paul.

See if the fact has been confirmed by other reliable sources. EXAMPLE: Jacques reads that yeast can grow in human lungs resulting in the ability to spew acidic yogurt like some sort of messed up superpower. He checks several other medical sites to see if this is true and learns that while yeast can sometimes cause a lung infection, it will not give him superpowers. He spends the rest of his evening reconsidering his plans for the future, and goes into architecture and interior design instead.

Research the fact independently from the internet. EXAMPLE: Thnorg, Slayer of The Snail People is emailed a link to a video about how greasing your club with the blood of executed murderers will make it more deadly. Thnorg heads to the library, reads books about club-grease, and visits his local greaseteria to ask experts on grease. He thus learns that the blood of the damned will not make his club more deadly, and he coats the dance floor of his club in their blood knowing it will not harm his customers coming in for vampire night.

Check for possible biases from the writer of the fact. EXAMPLE: Scrotus reads a note passed to him in class that says that Jennifer is totally into Claire, and bought her a new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles backpack. Scrotus knows however that the note came from Herman, who totally got stood up by Jennifer when they went to see Cannibal Holocaust at a midnight screening. Thus Scrotus distrusts the note, and relaxes in the knowledge that Jennifer really did but the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles backpack for him, and goes forward with his plans to invite her to see the Human Centipede marathon with him on Friday. He also avenged Herman by befouling Herman's lunch donut with termites. Scrotus will never be caught, and will marry Jennifer after college.

Develop your senses to be a good judge of the likeliness of a false fact. EXAMPLE: Luke is told that Darth Vader is his father. He says that that can't be true, and that it's impossible. This is because Luke is a poor judge of factual veracity. Luke later searches his feelings and knows it to be true. He asks Obi-Wan's force ghost and Yoda about how to discern the truth, and completes his Jedi training to confront Vader and help return balance to the force. You can see this example in greater detail in George Lucas's masterpiece film, "American Graffiti."

Ask a Magic-8-Ball or other novelty divination tool. EXAMPLE: Roy is informed by a post on Reddit that women are evil and he should treat them poorly. Roy asks his Magic-8-Ball if that is true. It doesn't matter what the ball tells him because it's literally still a better source for morals and ethics than red-pill posts on Reddit. Seriously fuck that shit.

Thank you for reading this guide to fact checking by someone who has flooded tumblr with lies and nonsense for over a decade, and once posted that Texas had just executed a baby and had to delete it after an hour because half of the 10,000 notes actually fucking believed it.

[the-fanss]

Threads - Part 2

Note: omg guys thank you for liking the first part so much!! I wasn’t expecting so many people to like it lol, it’s a little self indulgent. The next update might take a few days purely because it’s one of my partner’s birthdays so I’m making this one a bit longer :>

~Reader~

I swear to god Rumi why would you release a song when your voice has been bothering you so much?? I think to myself as the girls message me about what’s going on. Last night after I got home Rumi released Huntrix’s new song Golden when they were all supposed to be on a three week break. I know for a fact Bobby must be stressed because these girls keep him on his toes.

“Rumi if you weren’t feeling well with your voice gone why would you release music. Stress isn’t going to help.” I say sitting with the three girls after a cancelled show and they wanted to get food.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t feeling bad when it happened. I think I just need some rest?” She responded looking down.

“It’s okay Bobby can handle it!” and speak of the devil right as Zoey says that Bobby calls. “Girls I can’t handle this!” Poor man sounds stressed and overwhelmed. He’s talking to the girls about next steps going forward as I observe Rumi and how tense she looks.

We weren’t always friends it was more of a forced proximity to each other that brought us to get to know one another. Zoey is easy to get to know because she loves to please people and she’s so social, Mira was harder to read but I’m so happy I got to know her, and Rumi… she always seemed like she had something to hide and sometimes things didn’t add up but eventually because of us working together a lot we just started to get closer.

“I know I’m not your manager or in charge of schedules for you but how about if you want to still promote without wearing out your voice you just do some game shows?” I say after the girls finish talking to Bobby.

“It wouldn’t be a horrible idea..” Rumi starts, “But a lot of those shows right now are focusing on newly debuted groups to get their name out there for idol awards in a few weeks.”

“True but it could help us get our new song out there and get people excited to connect with us more too.” Mira pointed out going along with my idea. Zoey just nodded along enjoying her food and seemed happy that Rumi was back after running off.

“I can see if I can send some shows for you to do to Bobby if that helps. Some of them are going to be at a few of my venues.” I say checking availability for the next few weeks on my phone.

“You really don’t have to do that..” Rumi starts unsure of herself. I look up from my phone and my eyes catch some of the threads connected to her. Some have turned a golden color, a lot of red is mixed in which are more than likely fans of the group. Zoey and Mira have the same. Threads have different colors for each connection. Adoration is red, friendship can be a deep blue color, but I haven’t seen golden ones before. Sometimes specialized threads can have a specific color depending on who it’s tied to but it varies from person to person, and the weaker the connection you have to a person the less visible the thread becomes. It’s always been interesting and I don’t know why I can see these in the first place. The girls know I can see them and have asked on occasion before if I can see soulmates which made me laugh. I haven’t believed in those in years, the real world doesn’t have one set person for you and that’s something I’ve had to learn the hard way, it’s just fairytales at that point.

After a while of sitting and talking Zoey brings up how tomorrow they should go to this herbal specialist to get tonics to help Rumi’s voice and it’s not a horrible idea but honestly in my opinion a doctor sounds better suited.

“(Reader) do you want to join us? It would give you a chance to be out of your place for a bit” Zoey starts, “After we can grab snacks and hang out with each other. I have so many cute videos about turtles to show you.” I smile a bit at that but just say that I’ll let her know. I may not work but I do value my alone time. I work in a very social setting and any time off is spent decompressing and spending time with my pet.

The next day I am with the girls anyways. In sweatpants and a tank top showing off a few of my tattoos. I don’t have too many and I normally cover them up especially because of the more conservative vibe in South Korea.

“It should be right up ahead!” Zoey says looking at her phone for directions and bringing us to this hole-in-the-wall doctors office.

“Looks trustworthy to me” Rumi says caving into Zoey’s suggestion. I just look at the door and can already tell that this place is something I won’t be stepping into.

“You guys have fun with that, I’m going to go shop around a little bit.” I say already splitting off from the group. Of If I was going to be tagging along I might as well run some errands.

“Be safe and we will text you when we’re done.” Mira says waving me off and following Rumi and Zoey into the building.

I start to walk away and get to Main Street and see some yellow fliers posted talking about a street performance in about an hour. It’s not an uncommon sighting, I’ve seen so many of these street performances on YouTube and just out walking around. It helps gain popularity and any publicity is good publicity. Not paying attention fully I bump shoulders with someone a g a i n, I really need to start paying attention to people and where I’m walking. Right as I’m about to apologize it’s too late. I recognize the person I have bumped into for the second time.

“It’s you! I’m so sorry, I really do need to pay attention to where I’m going” I say taking a deep bow in apologies.

“We meet again. You really need to pay attention.” The blue haired dude says. Standing up straight I look at the blue haired guy again. Making eye contact with him he stiffens up and looks tense out of nowhere.

“Yeah I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention. I really don’t mean to run into you” I say deadpanned. He doesn’t have to be so rude about it but I guess if I was bumped into by the same person twice I would get a bit miffed. I looked at him again and noticed how despite seeing him briefly he now has a few light threads on him. Huh… okay maybe I just didn’t see them before because it was late? Probably. Finally taking in my surroundings I notice four men standing off to the side focusing on us.

“Oh uhm.. I’m sorry for taking your time” I start to say until I’m cut off by one of the pink haired guys.

“Who is this Baby?” He asks who I now assume is Baby. What a strange name..

“I don’t know, she’s bumped into me twice now.” Baby says switching into an even more uncaring tone.

“Well well. For someone so… attractive, I would think it’s fate to run into you more than once. I’m Abby.” This Abby person says taking my hand.

“Uhm… same to you I guess??” I respond taking my hand away. I swear I could see his eyes light up to something that wasn’t his eye color as he took my hand and stranger danger. Must be the outside reflections.

“We are doing a performance nearby if you want to catch it.” Someone says from the side of me and this man… he is fucking h o t. He hands me one of the fliers I saw earlier. Ohh so this is the group. “We would love to feed off your energy being there.” He says but the way he phrases it makes it sounds like there’s a joke I’m not getting there.

“I’ll try to swing by but I am with some friends who are in a store nearby. It’s up to them.” I say already ready to walk off. Something about the way these people are staring at me feels heavy and I don’t want to find out what it is.

“We would absolutely adore it if you did.” Says the other pink haired guy and grabs my hand to kiss very quickly.

“Woah back up now. I’ll try to be if I can but no promises.” I say already starting to back away from the group. There is one more and he’s been quiet the whole time. He just stares I think? I can’t tell from the hair covering his eyes.

Walking off I wipe off my hand because ew, despite how attractive they were who just randomly kisses a stranger’s hand??

~Saja Boys~

“You never said she smelled like that.” Jinu says to Baby watching the woman walk away.

“I said she has a scent. It seems to be pulling me in.” Baby responds still looking after your retreating figure.

“THAT was the person who bumped you? Damn, if it was me I wouldn’t let her leave even despite the pull I’m feeling.” Abby says definitely checking out the figure walking away.

“We can’t get distracted. We have a job to do and we need to do it quickly to rope these people in. We can worry about her later, she seems human so we can grab her in the after math.” Jinu says still looking after you.

“But her scent, she smelled so good. She’s definitely tied to us.. it’s OUR scent on her.” Romance chimes.

“It is but we can’t be concerned about it at the moment. Let’s get going.” Says Jinu forcing himself to walk away. All of the Saja boys know about Soulmates. It’s something that’s big for a demon to find. However it’s not normal to have a human soulmate. It can happen sure, there’s been times where it’s happened before, the soulmate with always smell like the other person and in this case it seems like she has the smell of all the boys.

“We need to stay focused.” Jinu says again. Whether it’s to himself or not, he has to keep the goal in mind. He cannot get distracted at this very important moment.

Note: Second part is now here yay!! I’m thinking of making a post explaining soulmates and how the reader’s powers work so there won’t be confusion but I’ll decide on that later. If you want to be tagged let me know! -Luka

Taglist: @libdarkheart @calmmell @elli4ever @lvfleur @kahoonie @inojinieeee @isabellamorettosworld

[theshadowsden]

I heavily desire Mira KPDH content

Headcanons for Mira x Tall!Fem!Reader?

Basically anything has to do with Reader(us) being taller than Mira

I'm stuck being 5'2 for the rest of my life, a user can dream unfortunately...

💫

In my opinion, and in my own headcannon, I believe that Zoey is the shortest, then Rumi, and then Mira. She got them long legs let's be honest here. Its just hidden all the time with her long as heck sleepwear when she's not in idol clothes.

And another thing, she uses a spear/polearm I believe? Let's be honest here, having extra height using that would be an advantage. Mira wouldn't be toppling over constantly and would lean into her height advantage helping herself out. A weapon with two blades at the end would be hard to use imo without knowing counter balance.

But when you suddenly show up, being taller than her? Oh boy. I feel like she would make it a competition. And you would obviously join in on it, with both of you guys putting things in the most out of reach places.

Unfortunately for Rumi and Zoey of course, poor girls. They always get caught up in the two of your antics. Rumi manages by with being the second tallest, but Zoey absolutely struggles when you guys get into a friendly height competition.

Even though she's stoic as hell, she's easy to read. Easy to tease as well, and easy to annoy (see the saja fan event LMAO)

Mira would 100%, in secret, ask for piggyback rides, even though she says she hates it. She has a big red blush on her face.

If Zoey or Rumi saw her on your shoulders, they would 100% never let you guys live it down. Rumi would also 100% be a blushing mess, and threaten them to never speak of what they saw.

You would also tease her with nicknames commonly associated with shorter people. Even though she's furious, giving you a needle like glare, she has a big giant blush on her face. And when she's like that, you can't take her seriously. Ever.

100% would surprise her by scooping her up to help her reach what she wanted by putting her on your shoulders.

"Thought you could use some help, short-stack?"

You received a pointed glare, with a blushing face, and with her hiding her face in her hands for a bit, before she gives a sigh and gets what she wanted in the first place.

100% IS THE LITTLE SPOON WITH YOU

Will also ask, with a blushing face to cuddle you as she wants to be protected by your bigger frame. Not that she would tell anyone, or even you face to face. It would be all over her face, and her ears, as Mira would be as red as a tomato.

It was the middle of the day, after the girls had finished a signing event. And all of them were tired, feeling mentally drained. Idol work was rough and tiring. Zoey was burying herself into a video of turtles, and Rumi was busy with practicing the next music score. The usual for her, the constant overworker. Meanwhile, Mira was playing nonchalant in her attitude as she scrolled on her phone laughing silently at some funny stuff she found.

When her eyes met yours when you walked through that door she almost wanted to cling to you like a koala. But she stopped herself as you sat down next to her, with your chin resting on her shoulder, watching the same videos as her. With Mira unknowingly pressing her back into your frame.

A couple of minutes later, she had shifted to where she was in your lap, head resting on your shoulder as she fought off sleep. A second later she was knocked out, falling asleep on you. Clinging to you in her sleep, stress falling away on her face, the days stress going away in a moments notice. Then you quickly fell suit, holding her in your arms as if you were protecting her in your sleep.

A little while later, Rumi and Zoey found you both passed out on the couch, holding on each other, and both of them smirked at one another.

The sound of a camera clicking woke up Mira almost instantly, and she glared, albeit sleepily at the two.

"Delete that now."

"Why should we? You two are so cute together." Zoey and Rumi said in a hushed whisper.

Ears red, and with slight annoyance she had gotten up without waking you up and snatched both of their phones and quickly deleted it.

"No one else gets to see me like this." She said simply and walked back over to you and went back to sleep in your arms.

Total tomboy attitude towards defending her image with you around, and being soft.

Even though they had taken a picture the first time around, they always manage to get more sneakily.

If Mira catches them, she ends up chasing them, with threats, (friendly of course) and sometimes gets you to chase them with her.

When sleeping in the same bed, Mira always ends up in your arms, she says its not intentional

It is very much so intentional that she ends up in your arms

Loves the fact that you can scoop her up into a big hug and just disappear in your frame for awhile.

A/N: have been working on this the entire day while at work ahaha, I definitely enjoyed writing this. And i hope you guys do to? <3

See you guys next time <3

[theninthdoor]

.⋆ pac || the focus of your next relationship ۶ৎˎˊ˗

✦ take 3 deep breaths and pick one of the 5 options below! this PAC is about the focus of your next romantic relationship (be it a full-on relationship, situationship, etc.), yet you can apply it to a current one, if you really feel called to do so. still, you should know that I channeled the messages with the intention of picking up on a future connection. ✦ take only what resonates and leave the rest! if you feel like the pile you’ve initially picked doesn’t really apply or resonate with you, it’s OK to pick another one. just really try to use your intuition + your discernment. ✦ remember that this is all for entertainment purposes and that free will still exists. don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to or to make a pile/answer fit you situation, ok? ✦ enjoy, my friends!

५ Pile 1 || 🍒 cards: the judgement, page of wands rx, ace of cups, Turtle rx, Bat rx

The first thing I heard here was Awakening, which could be suggesting a few things: First of all, it could be talking about you, the other person or even both, experiencing a few "firsts" together. Could be your first serious relationship, your first time with someone from a different or same gender, your first time doing anything sexual with a partner, etc.; But it could also be talking about you getting out of your comfort zone and experiencing, for the first time, a relationship that feels expansive, challenging, exciting. Maybe not the most comfortable, as this Page of Wands reversed gives me the idea of someone who's not sure of what to say or what to do - there's almost a nervous energy to them, like they're a little afraid of embarassing themselves -, but then the Ace of Cups coming after makes it feel like they are still very positive and are looking forward to the good things to come out of this.

Initially I had only pulled out the Turtle oracle card, but then behind it came the Bat one without me realizing it. This makes me feel like this next partner of yours, regardless of whether they're an ex or a new person, they may come quite unexpectedly, or the relationship feels unexpected, for some reason. For some of you, it may happen that your friends or family will find out about it and be like "Oh, I could've never guessed you two would end up together!" or you, too, are a little shocked that things turned out that way for you. Some may actually be a little hesitant to jump into this at first, as you're doubting its potential, and as the Turtle is at home in/with themselves, you may also feel like being alone is just way easier than trying your hand at this relationship (not necessrily out of fear of failure, but more so because you genuinely aren't seeing how this could be a worthwhile experience).

With the Bat coming out in reversed, too, I feel like either you or this person have been carrying some baggage from past relationships or attempts to get into actual relationships, and that has been weighing you down a lot. For some others, it could actually be an ex, and this baggage is just your shared past. With it coming behind the Turtle, as well, I feel like whatever is left from that may only come in whispers in this new relationship. It's not something that will blow up in your face, but it may just manifest itself as little thoughts and doubts you have every now and then.

So, all in all, the focus is some kind of Awakening, as I said. It's waking up from a deep sleep, almost, and getting out there; get moving; get to feel. Whether that is because you have been single for a long time or because you have only been with ine type of person before, and this new partner is completely different. After this, I believe you will be moving forward with a new mindset and renewed energy, and so ending a period of frustration and stagnation.

⋆ extra messages: Water and Earth signs are relevant here. Prominent Jupiter and Sagittarius placements, too. Different languages and/or cultures, religions, etc. Group activities/projects. University. H- names. Long surnames or first names. H- town/city names.

७ Pile 2 || 🍋 cards: the high priestess, three of swords, knight of wands, Nightingale, Fox

The people who have chosen this pile, I think, will have a few options before settling for a partner to get into this relationship with. It could be a case of you having a few serious crushes or flirts, which lead nowhere, or there actually being a few other people fighting for your attention. Someone here has been or will be a heartbreaker, I feel like, too. There will be rejections and hurt feelings. Either you or your person may get a reputation for being a little rude or thinking too highly of yourselves, but that just seems to be a big misunderstanding, as all you did/do is stand by your values and make your boundaries clear. Prior to this, you could have been going through a period when everyone and everything gets on your nerves. Either anyone you're interested in gives you the biggest ick after a while, or things just never seem to work out, and that pisses you off. When it comes this relationship, it could also start a little like that - with some annoyance. Not necessarily towards one another, but in general. For some, it could be the case of you connecting over your shared dislike towards someone, some gossip or random shittalking. I also get that you and this person have a very similar sense of humor, and that that will be a major thing in this relationship. The Nightingale with the Knight of Wands does give me that idea of a connection where you just can't shut up. You're always talking, laughing; it's very active and fun. Now, when it comes to the focus, itself, I actually feel like Fun is the focus. Having fun without a care; letting loose and taking some risks. I don't see either of you being too serious about this in the beginning or at all. There are little to no expectations, and each day as lived as it is. There's some mischief here and also secets, which makes me feel like this relationship may be kept a secret for a while, either because it has to, or because most of what you do is better off being kept to yourselves. So all of the little risky things you do are only for you to know, and no one else… (take that as you will… lol) Definitely a spicy one, I'll tell you that… lol. If you're not someone who's into PDA or physical intimacy doesn't come easy to you, this relationship might change that.

⋆ extra messages: Air and Fire signs. Libra, Leo and Aries seem relevant. Meeting through social media or at night, during some sort of get-together with friends, family, coworkers or classmates. A- names. Andrew. Adriana. Piercings, lots or very prominent ones.

ৎ Pile 3 || 🫐 cards: justice, eight of cups, ten of pentacles rx, Tiger rx

Someone (you or the other person) here is definitely seriously looking for a solid, long term relationship - that is the main thing I am feeling. The thing is… there seem to be some big obscales between you, them (this next person) and that goal. For some, it could be that someone's family or culture doesn't allow for this relationship to move forward, or life, itself, is working against it. Some could be moving away from the other, or there are just so many responsibilities and or a chaotic schedules that keeps you from one another for long periods of time.

So, the focus of this, I believe, is Resilience. Besides that, I also feel like it will force you to reevaluate how you go about things (regarding your love life, specially), the company you keep, people you are pursuing or what you really value in life and in relationship. As it is, if you want a serious relationship, you now realize that certain things in your life have to change, and that could be your habits, expectations or even the type of person you are trying to build these relationships with. And I must mention: the Shark card keep peaking out as I was shuffling, but it never actually came out of the deck. That lead me to think of "shark infested waters", which could then be relating to people around you not helping your situation or you, yourself, being either too anxious about this, and desperate to settle with someone without thinking logically about it, so you're just simply sabotaging all of your opportunities.

Acceptance also seems to be a relevant thing here. Accepting that some things are out of your control, but also accepting that 1. we have to take responsibility for some things in our lives, and 2. we actually, do have control. We get a say in how our life goes, and if our wishes don't align with of those around us, we don't have to sit quietly and let them decide how we live. For those who are part of conservative communities, it could be a time where you are evaluating your own view of it all. Now you may be actually figuring out what resonates and doesn't resonate with you - and that is not to say that you are abandoning said community. You are just finding clarity and looking at things from another perspective. Your OWN perspective - not someone else's.

⋆ extra messages: Fire and Water signs. Family and neighbours. This person could live near you or near someone you know very well. Your workplace and/or school may also be relevant here as a place of meeting or a point of connection between you two. F- names. Fabian. Ferdinand. Fred. France. Francine.

೨ Pile 4 || 🍓 cards: three of wands reversed, ace of cups, five of wands, Gazelle, Shark

The first thing I got here was that, for some (and maybe most of you), this is some sort of long-distance relationship. It could have started online or most of the "getting to know each other" phase was done through social media, phone calls, text messages etc. For some, this might be someone whom you already know, are currently interested in or have messaged previously. One or both could be lurking on the other person's social media or looking for them online to find out more about them. I do feel like for some people this "lurking" may become bordeline obsessive and a little bit creepy, with you/them going full on stalker and looking through every account and every platform to get whatever crumbs of information they can get.

The focus here, I believe, is a mix of Patience and Trust. One or both could have some trust issues in the relationship (or in relationships, in general), and the distance and heavy focus on online activity won't help. You could be overthinking every conversation, every like and follow, making assumptions about the people around them + their true feelings and intentions… At the end of the day, though, it's not that serious - that's really what I feel like you need to remind yourself og. You two need to keep a good line of communication and a clear mind, always. Do express your concerns and establish your boundaries, but please try not to lose your cool. If you feel like your person isn't listening, then there's always a way out. No matter how much we like someone, it's not OK to be disrespected or dimissed, specially when we are being vulnerable and honest. Still, I don't get a feeling that this person, or you (flip it as it applies), means to hurt you in any way. I actually think that they're the sort of individual who's more easygoing and doesn't have as much of a hard time trusting people, so they're not seeing things the same way you do. As the Shark card is here suggesting, too, honesty is the only way you can find balance and harmony. Otherwise, there's only uneasiness and confusion.

⋆ extra messages: Libra and Sagittarius placements. Leo placements. Prominent Venus. Art classes or artists - painters and sculptors, in particular. You might meet near at a beach or near it. Or, alternatively, through someone and something that somehow you would associate with the beach or water (as in the ocean, rivers, etc.) Mare. Mar- names. S- names.

১ Pile 5 || 🍎 cards: ten of cups rx, four of wands rx, wheel of fortune rx, Golden Egg, Deer, Spider

While for some of you this might be an ex, for others this is someone you have rejected, have been rejecting or will reject at first. The focus here, I think, relates to Decisiveness and Boundaries, too. It's about you deciding what you really want or don't want, and forcing yourself to act on it. With this Wheel of Fortune reversed, I get a feeling that for some people this is a connection that has been going in ups and downs for ages. Your feelings for one another may also go from love to hate a lot, yet the interest still remains. This might be a relationship that your friends don't show much support towards, as they may feel like you're above connections like these. This other person may be quite misunderstood, or you feel that way, and so there's always that thought of "Oh, they don't get it!" or "Only I understand them. They don't know who they really are or what our connection is really like.". At the back of your mind, though, you do question if your friends are right or not, as the cons of this relationship do seem a little heavier than the pros, and even though you think you know your person, or you feel like you have what it takes to change them "for the better" or help them change, nothing ever really changes, and you've been going around in circles for a long time. For those who reject this person at first, and you're only just meeting them or this is the first time you're trying to build a relationship with one another, the reason you might give them an opportunity is exactly that: you feeling like there's more to them than what it appears, or that you can "fix them". "I can fix them" is really the big theme here, it seems… lol

Although I can't say for sure how far this relationship will go, I definitely sense that this is a very transformative one for both of you. You may really connect on a deeper level, and feel like you understand each other in ways that other people don't.

And as I was writing this, I touched the Spider card with the sleeve of my jacket and it turned to the Reversed. The keywords for it are "discouraged", "tired" and "forlorn", which I think refers to both of you in regard to this connection. It may really get to a point where that's how you feel about it, as nothing seems to work out as you want it or you can't make the changes you wish, and so you're just stuck in this little negative cycle. My advice here is to accept that some things are out of our control, and that we should really try to find the silver lining in every situation. Right now might not be the right timing for this, so don't force it. If you really care about one another, there are other ways that you can express that without trying to push for a romantic relationship when it is not the time for it to happen, or either or both of you aren't in the right mindset for it. If it's meant to be, it should happen. If it's not, then let it go. Just try to be good towards one another without disrespecting yourselves.

⋆ extra messages: Music in general seems relevant. Maybe you connect over your shared music taste or they are somehow known for being big music fan or an actual musician. Grunge. Black hair dye. D- names. Diane. Don. Libra and Taurus. Aries. Mars.

decks used || Tarot of the New Vision + The Wild Unknown Spirit Animal

(Disclaimer: Based on current energies. All is alleged and for entertainment purposes only. None of the original images are my own - only the edits!)

[act-nat-ural]

You yawn and stretch as you restock the shelves, huffing as you lug heavy bags of pet food onto the shelf and wiping your forehead. “Jeez, I’m gonna get biceps after this.”

“Um, excuse me.”

You jump and whirl around. “Oh! Um, hi! Do you, uh, need something?”

It’s a tall man with no eyebrows. Despite his stature, he seems kind of… cute?

Aone gives a shy nod. “…Turtle food. Please.”

“Of course! Um… sorry, I’m new. Just—follow me.” He nods again and follows you. You try to remember the exact aisle, but you can’t seem to find it. “Umm… oh shoot. It should be here. I’m so sorry.” You turn to him and apologize profusely.

“It’s okay.” He steps close to you and reaches up. Your eyes widen, and you’re about to sputter when he pulls a container of turtle food off the very top shelf. He takes a step back and bows, his face slightly flushed. You blink and crane your neck up at the shelf. “Oh. Up there. Oops.”

He gives you a small smile and mumbles a thank you. You awkwardly walk him to the front counter where your coworker is working the register. She rings him up, eyeing him up and down, then glancing at you. He mumbles a goodbye, then leaves, the bell ringing as he exits the shop.

“So. Aone needed help, huh?”

“Eh?” You turn to her. “Was that his name? Yeah, he couldn’t find the turtle food.”

“Riiiight… that’s weird because he comes in here every two weeks and finds it just fine. Hmm.”

You blink. “Did you move it to a different spot?”

She gives a knowing smile. “No. I think he just wanted some… assistance.”

You shrug and go back to restocking as she chuckles and shakes her head. “Real smooth, Aone,” she mutters.

–

A week later, you’re working the counter. You hum to the radio, resting your head in your hands. The past week, your thoughts have been with the cute guy who came in. She said his name was Aone. You sigh and lay your head on the cool counter as the door opens in the distance. You hear someone quietly clear their throat. Your head snaps up—and there he is.

You try to suppress your smile as you straighten up. “Hello! How can I help you today?”

He gives a small smile and hesitates. “Would—sorry—hi. I’m—” He takes a deep breath, trying to gather himself. You bite back a smile; he’s just as flustered as you are.

“Hi. I’m Takanobu. Would you want to get a coffee with me?” he asks, ears red.

You glance at the clock—ten minutes until your break. “Suppose you wouldn’t change your mind in ten minutes?”

He’s still waiting outside when your coworker comes to relieve you, five minutes late.

[dollyswishingwell]

Love your work 💖💖💖

Can I ask for a scenario with the lads boys, wherein reader goes on a vacation trip with them and her family. Like reader planned the whole trip, but midway through, she gets sick (nothing major, but she need to stay in the hotel to rest) and just ask the boys to take her family sightseeing without them? Like how would the boys react and what would they do?

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Mama’s Princess P.10

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluffff, just fluff as always, i’m really liking my new formatting, it’s fun

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You’re sick during vacation

Masterlist

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You’d planned a dream coastal getaway to a pastel seaside town, coral buildings, lazy beaches, ice cream stands, shell markets. You coordinated the suite, the matching outfits, the daily itinerary. Rafayel only had to show up pretty and love you (and obviously fund the trip and the thousands of new outfits for you and your baby). Easy.

- It starts with a sore throat and light fever. You try to hide it. Rafayel immediately notices.

- “You didn’t laugh at my shell pun,” he says flatly, touching your forehead. “You’re dying.”

- You wave him off from under your floral bedsheets, cheeks flushed. “I just need sleep. Please take our babygirl sightseeing like I planned.”

- He was devastated.

- “But I don’t wanna go without you.” Big watery eyes, frowning at you like you’ve personally abandoned him on the battlefield.

- Clings to the edge of the bed like a sad puppy. Starts drawing a get-well card with crayons with your daughter.

- The card reads: “MAMA GET BETTER OR ELSE!!! 💜💖” (he helped her spell it).

- Offers to cancel everything. “We can just stay in and snuggle and I’ll get room service and braid your hair and spoon-feed you mango pudding.”

- But when you insist that he should take your baby girl out, so she doesn’t miss the fun (even though she doesn’t wanna leave mommy), he finally relents.

⸻

On the outing:

- Straps your babygirl into her cutest pink seashell romper and massive sunhat (“It’s bigger than her body, Raffy!” “And yet she still looks small and perfect like her mama.”)

- Wears the shirt you packed for him, because he’s dramatic like that. He FaceTimes you before leaving. “Are you sure? Blink twice if you need me to smuggle back a pharmacist.”

- Takes your daughter to all your planned spots: the turtle sanctuary, the jellyfish cafe, the handmade tiara stall. He follows your itinerary religiously.

- Sends constant updates:

- Photo of her feeding a turtle: “She said it looks like you when you’re sleepy.”

- Clip of her dancing with local performers: “Your child is a menace. She just stole a tambourine.”

- Pic of her holding two massive ice creams: “One for you. She said she’ll save it in her tummy.”

⸻

Back at the hotel:

- Your daughter runs in, yells “MAMAAA!!!” and climbs right into bed with you.

- She tells you everything she saw in frantic baby babble while Rafayel unpacks shell souvenirs and hands you the ugly-cute necklace she “bought” for you (Raf did).

- Rafayel gets under the covers, arms around both of you.

- “I hated every second of it without you.”

- But he’s smiling because your daughter was laughing all day. And now his two favorite girls are cuddled up next to him.

- Kisses your temple and whispers, “Next vacation, you’re not allowed to get sick. I’m bringing a doctor in our suitcase.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

You meticulously planned a serene countryside retreat, luxurious villa, lavender fields, little horse rides for your babygirl, a spa for you, and gourmet dinners. Zayne cleared his schedule for the first time in months just for you. All you had to do was relax… until you got sick.

- Zayne notices before you do.

- He hears the rasp in your voice, sees the flush on your cheeks, and presses the back of his hand to your forehead while you’re busy packing your daughter’s little woven picnic basket.

- “Lie down. Now.” Calm. Stern. Already reaching for the thermometer.

- You pout and beg him to take your babygirl out to the little garden tour you’d planned. “She was so excited, Zayne, just go without me this time.”

- He hesitates. He hates leaving you, especially when you’re unwell. But he sees the guilt in your eyes and nods. “You rest. I’ll take care of everything.”

- Immediately shifts into full physician-husband mode.

- Checks your vitals, leaves chilled lemon water on the nightstand, adjusts the AC, and gives you strict instructions to nap.

- “Text me if you feel even slightly worse. I’ll be back in ten seconds flat.”

- Dresses your babygirl in the little linen romper you picked. Her hair is tied back in tiny braids (Zayne’s skilled at this by now from all those years of doing your hair).

- “You’ll take care of Mama later, alright? For now, let’s go pick her some lavender.”

⸻

On the outing:

- Carries your daughter everywhere. She’s tiny, but Zayne acts like she’s 2.5kg of gold bricks, irreplaceable and precious (because she is to you)

- They go to all your planned stops, right on schedule. He quietly takes mental notes of every moment you would’ve loved.

- Sends you short video clips:

- Your daughter petting a white pony “She asked if this one can live in our backyard.”

- Her holding a fresh bouquet “She says it smells like Mama’s hair.”

- Her pointing at the spa “She said ‘Mama here? Where Mama?’”

- Zayne responds “Mama’s resting so she can be even prettier tomorrow.”

- Buys you a handcrafted necklace with a pressed flower inside. “For your memory box,” he tells you later. He knows you keep every memento.

⸻

Back at the villa:

- Babygirl climbs straight into bed, curls up against you with a sleepy whimper of “Mamaaaa.” She falls asleep instantly, exhausted but happy.

- Zayne sets everything down, peels off his coat, and slides in behind you both, his arm wrapping gently around your waist.

- “We missed you,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

- His voice lowers “Please don’t get sick on vacation again. You scared me.”

- You joke that it was just a fever, and he tuts. “Doesn’t matter. You’re mine, even a cough is a threat.”

- Spends the night checking your temperature, massaging your back, and spooning you and your daughter like you’re the most fragile thing in the universe.

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You planned a galaxy-themed retreat on a floating island resort, crystal lagoons, deep space observatory, themed dinners, and private stargazing decks. It’s lowkey and luxurious, perfect for your little family. You did all the organizing, and Xavier was just happy to follow your lead, quietly watching you from behind his sunglasses while carrying all your bags.

- It starts as a quiet headache and fatigue. You shrug it off, still slipping into your silky dress for the resort dinner. Xavier blinks at you once.

- “…You don’t look well.” His voice is low, distant, but his eyes are sharp on you.

- You try to wave him off, smiling gently. “Just tired. You should take her out, okay? She really wants to see the glow pool.”

- He freezes.

- “Without you?”

- His brows furrow slightly like you just asked him to walk into war unarmed.

- “No. We stay here.”

- You coax him gently, fingers brushing his cool cheek. “It’s just a fever. She’ll be sad if she misses it. Please?”

- After ten full seconds of internal struggle, he finally nods slowly.

- “You’ll rest. I’ll take her. But you must stay in bed. Promise me.”

- Carries your babygirl like she’s made of stardust. She keeps asking “Where Mama?” and Xavier keeps saying, “Resting. Mama’s tired. But we’ll tell her everything.”

- He doesn’t like being separated from you. He sends you grainy, shaky photos of your daughter by the lagoon. You can tell he took them awkwardly with one hand while holding her with the other.

- Photo: your babygirl pointing at stars. “She said ‘that one is Mama star.’”

- Photo: Her sticking her feet into glowing water. “She asked if you’d like it.”

⸻

On the outing:

- He’s quiet and gentle, answering her every question seriously like it’s a diplomatic meeting.

- “Can we take the stars home?”

- “…I will ask the staff.”

- Buys her a tiny star crown, and when she says “Mama will look sooooo pretty,” he quietly buys a full-sized one for you too.

- She throws glitter in the air and yells “WISH!” and he just sits beside her, head tilted, letting it fall on his silver hair without comment.

⸻

Back at the resort:

- Your babygirl crashes into your bed in her tiny silver cloak and yells “MAMA I LOVE UUUU” before conking out on your chest like a baby koala.

- Xavier enters after. Silent. Then kneels at the edge of the bed and rests his forehead against your thigh. Just stays there.

- “I don’t like being without you,” he murmurs against your skin. “It feels wrong.”

- Crawls into bed and wraps around both of you, long arms like a sleepy octopus, head resting on your belly.

- “We’ll do the stargazing again tomorrow. Together this time.”

- Kisses your warm wrist with worry still lingering in his eyes. “Don’t get sick again. Or I’ll cancel the universe.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

You booked an exclusive luxury island where each guest gets their own private villa suspended over crystal water, with a glass floor, gold-plated breakfast trays, and private yacht excursions. You chose the itinerary, ordered the outfits, even arranged custom sunhats for you and your baby. He let you have your princess fun. Of course he did.

- It starts as a sore throat and dizziness during breakfast. You try to hide it and keep moving.

- Sylus doesn’t even look up from his tablet.

- “You’re sick.”

- “No I’m not—”

- “You are. Your voice cracked and you buttered your pancakes twice.”

- Tosses the tablet aside and walks over to feel your forehead. His cool palm lingers for too long. His brows lower.

- “Unacceptable. I brought you here to be spoiled, not to expire like milk.”

- You try to convince him to still take your babygirl to the reef tour you had planned. “Don’t let her miss it just because I need a nap, please?”

- He sighs like you’re personally causing him emotional distress.

- “You’re lucky I’d kill for you. Fine. I’ll take her.”

- But before he goes, he completely baby-proofs your suite like he’s preparing for battle:

- “You don’t get out of bed. Everything you need is within reach. I will know if you stand.”

- Brings in a physician from the mainland just in case.

- Dresses your babygirl in her little black designer swimsuit and oversized sunglasses. She looks like a miniature version of him. Total menace.

- “Say goodbye to Mama. She’s in exile until further notice.”

⸻

On the outing:

- He charters a private yacht instead of the tour boat. (“I’m not letting her touch public railings.”)

- He holds her hand as she throws flower petals into the water and names fish after you: “That’s Mama-fish! She’s prettyyy~!”

- Sends you videos with dry commentary:

- Video: her trying to touch the water. “She said she wants to bring some back for you in her bottle.”

- Selfie of them in front of a reef. “She demanded to take a picture for Mama. I look like a hostage.”

- Buys you a matching swimsuit you didn’t even ask for. (“You’ll wear it tomorrow. No objections.”)

⸻

Back at the villa:

- Your babygirl bursts in with sparkly seashells and leaps into bed to cuddle you. She shows you every souvenir.

- Sylus follows quietly behind, places a velvet box beside your pillow.

- Inside: a necklace shaped like a seashell, studded with tiny diamonds. “I had them make this today. Told the designer you liked the spiral ones. If you hate it, I’ll burn the store.”

- Slips off his coat and climbs into bed beside you, letting your daughter snuggle between you.

- Kisses your temple.

- “Next time we vacation, I’m wrapping you in silk and putting you in a glass case until you’re medically cleared.”

- But his arm curls under your neck and he lets your daughter nap on his chest, eyes drifting closed with a rare, genuine smile.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

You planned a paradise escape to Skyhaven Dome Resort’s, moonlit pools, and soft artificial weather calibrated to the exact temperature you like. You even packed coordinating outfits for the whole family. Caleb just followed your lists like an obedient military husband, pretending to be grumpy while clearly loving every second of it.

- It’s just a little fever and fatigue from the flight, but you know the moment Caleb notices.

- “Pipsqueak.” His voice drops low and serious. “You’re warm. Sit. Now.”

- He’s already grabbing the hotel medkit and hovering like you’re a fallen soldier.

- You protest weakly: “Take our baby out, please? I planned everything… she really wants to see the butterflies…”

- His entire body stiffens at the idea of going out without you.

- “You want me to take her…alone?”

- “Yes. You’re her father, Caleb.”

- “I know. But you’re the sun. I’m just a satellite, Pipsqueak.”

- Finally agrees, but the moment you give him the green light, he switches into extreme colonel-protection-overkill-mode.

- Dresses your babygirl in three layers of sun-protective fabric, a hat the size of Saturn’s rings, and SPF 1000000 even though they’re indoors. (“I don’t care. The photons might glitch.”)

- Sends you hourly check-ins like he’s on a critical mission:

- Photo of her in her stroller, shaded by three umbrellas. “Sunlight level: minimal. No damage incurred.”

- Voice memo: “She touched a flower. It was pre-cleared. No allergic reaction observed. Returning with souvenir.”

⸻

On the outing:

- He has his arm around her or carries her the whole time. She has full authority over him and he’s scared to disappoint her.

- At the hover-butterfly dome, she shrieks “LOOK MAMA’S FAVORITE COLOR!!” and he nearly cries.

- “She said she’s gonna show you every butterfly later. I recorded 200 videos. I can make a PowerPoint.”

- Buys you every item your daughter even glances at, trinkets, treats, plushies.

- “She pointed at this scarf for 0.4 seconds. It’s yours now.”

⸻

Back at the hotel:

- Bursts through the door like he’s returning from war.

- “Pipsqueak. Mission successful. I have her. She was perfect. Nothing harmed her. She only tripped twice and I caught her both times before she even noticed.”

- Your babygirl launches herself into bed next to you. “Mamaaaaaaa!!! We saw butterflies and Daddy said I was glowing like a nebula!!!”

- Caleb kneels beside the bed like you’re a queen and he’s the knight returning your princess.

- “Never again. Don’t ever get sick again. My heart can’t take being alone with her for more than four hours.”

- But his arms wrap tightly around both of you. He kisses your cheek. Then your forehead. Then gently brushes your hair behind your ear.

- He whispers “You planned the perfect trip. You always do. But next time, I’m carrying you the whole way. Just to be sure.”

[chadobi]

Hey! Someone sent me an ask about writing this, but I can’t seem to find it anymore 😭😭

Either way, thank you to whoever suggested it

I hope you like how it turned out!

Mirror Talk

Bayverse Michelangelo x fem!reader

You’d never been very good at falling asleep when he was around.

Not because he was loud, though to be fair, he absolutely was but because having Michelangelo in your apartment meant having the human (or rather, turtle) equivalent of a party popper beside you. Even in silence, even wrapped up in your blanket watching old cartoons on mute, he vibrated with energy. Big, messy, alive energy.

You weren’t sure how he managed to take up so much space without actually doing anything. But it wasn’t a complaint.

Right now, he was lying on your floor, feet up on the couch, hoodie sleeves rolled to his elbows. The light from your TV flickered across his plastron. You were half-asleep on the couch cushions above him, head resting against a throw pillow that still smelled like laundry detergent and takeout.

“I’m bored,” he announced suddenly, kicking his feet up and down like a kid at a sleepover.

“You’re watching a movie,” you said, eyes closed. “You chose the movie.”

“Yeah, but now I’m watching you sleep instead and that’s not technically entertainment unless you start snoring.”

You cracked one eye open and gave him a look. “Do I snore?”

He grinned. “Nah. You make these little pfft noises with your nose like a sleepy baby hedgehog. It’s adorable.”

“Should I be flattered or mildly concerned that you know this?”

“Yes.”

You groaned, dragging a pillow over your face. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet.” He wiggled his fingers in the air. “You’re still dating me.”

“Remind me why?”

“Because I’m the total package, babe. Brains, beauty, biceps.” He flexed one arm, which promptly hit your coffee table with a thunk. “Also, I do great impressions.”

You peeked at him from under the pillow. “Impressions?”

He cleared his throat, sat up slightly, and in a high, nervous voice, said:

“Hi, uh, you probably don’t wanna go out with me, but if you maybe did, like, want to get pizza or something sometime… I mean, unless you hate pizza, then we could get, like, tofu. Or air. Or I could just cry into my pillow—”

You were laughing before he finished the sentence.

“What was that?”

“That,” he said dramatically, resting a hand over his chest, “was me. Two weeks ago. In the mirror. For like forty-five minutes.”

You blinked. “…You practiced asking me out in the mirror?”

“Bro, so much.” He flopped back down with a groan. “You have no idea. I stood in Donnie’s lab with a broom and a helmet on top and practiced every version of asking you out that a person could possibly imagine. Smooth guy Mikey. Sensitive poet Mikey. Straight-up ‘I wrote you a rap’ Mikey.”

“Please tell me you didn’t write a rap.”

“Oh, I did. I deleted it. But it rhymed ‘booyakasha’ with ‘your aura’s like matcha.’ I was proud.”

You buried your face in the blanket, laughing so hard your ribs hurt. “That’s terrible.”

“I know! That’s why I deleted it! But you were so cool and chill and smart and pretty and I was like “oh no, she has actual standards, I need to rehearse or I’ll ruin everything”.”

You turned toward him, still laughing, but softer now.

“You didn’t need to rehearse, Mikey. I liked you already.”

“Yeah, but like… you’re you,” he said, half-laughing, half-sincere, sitting up now, cross-legged and looking a little pink beneath the orange. “I didn’t wanna mess it up by being, y’know, me.”

You leaned down and kissed the top of his head, resting your forehead against his.

“You didn’t mess it up.”

“I didn’t?”

“Not even with the matcha rhyme.”

He grinned, wide and boyish. “Then I guess the mirror speech worked after all.”

“Oh my god.” You pushed his shoulder. “I’m dating a dork.”

“I’m your dork.” He tackled you back onto the couch, dramatically, like a Broadway fall, arms flailing. “And this dork wants cuddles, please and thank you.”

You squealed as he flopped half on top of you, a giant living weighted blanket in a hoodie, all warm muscle and ridiculous affection.

“You’re crushing me!”

“I contain multitudes,” he mumbled, face buried in your neck. “I contain love. And also dumpling farts. But mostly love.”

And somehow, despite the chaos, the noise, and the sheer amount of shell currently pressing into your ribs, you felt completely at peace.

Two weeks in, and already, you couldn’t imagine anything else.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Dirty Secret (18+)

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader x Bayverse!Michelangelo

A/N: Just a little something I’ve had in my Docs for months, so I thought it was time to get it out there for you. Hope you’ll enjoy💙🧡

All characters are aged up.

Warning: Voyeurism, masturbation, groping.

It was not something Mikey was proud of, but at this point, he had stopped trying to restrain himself. If it stood to him, he would never let anybody know what he was doing, especially neither you or Leonardo.

It started by total accident. Mikey had gotten out of bed one night, and decided to go to the kitchen in order to get something to eat, while the rest of his family was sound asleep - or so he thought. Had he known, Mikey might not even have gotten out of bed, staying in his room until his snack hunger was over. But of course, Mikey did not know. He could not tell the future, and he did really want a snack. So to the kitchen he went.

There Mikey stood there in the kitchen, enjoying a poptart that Donnie hadn’t yet gotten a hold of - one of the simple pleasures in life, when you lived in a sewer - when he suddenly heard it. A low stream of sounds coming from Leo’s room. Looking back, Mikey should have known what he was hearing, but his curiosity and innocence got the better of him, and soon he found himself in front of his oldest brother’s bedroom door, looking through the keyhole, wondering what weird kind of training his oldest brother had gotten himself into.

There he saw you and Leo naked on Leo’s bed, your legs as far over his shoulders as they would go, while he slowly buckled his hips against yours, watching your face, studying your reactions, taking in your small sounds with each and every move he did against you.

Mikey almost dropped his poptart, stopping his chewing with wide eyes, feeling himself getting flustered. He was not supposed to see that. He was definitely not supposed to see that. Never in his life had he ever thought he would accidently get a view of his big brother, fucking his own girlfriend in the comfort og his room.

Mikey knew it was wrong. This was just not a thing you did. It was wrong. So wrong. Mikey told himself to get a hold of his poptarts, and turn around and leave for his bedroom, and not come out until he was sure you were gone. Yet Mikey kept standing there in front of Leo’s door, watching through the keyhole, even taking a bite of his poptart as he did so.

Slowly chewing his poptart, he watched how you held onto Leo’s arms for dear life, as Leo started to speed up his thrusts into you. It didn’t take long before the sound of your hips slapping together started echoing throughout Leo’s room, and just through the keyhole Mikey was still looking through. At first, Mikey kept watching, stickley out of fascination. He had never had sex before, and this was definitely not something you would get to see very often. Sure, Mikey had seen porn several times, but never before had he seen a mutant turtle go to town on a human woman. It had always been hard, imagining himself in the place of all those human men, on that orange and black website, but this made it a lot easier…

Mikey stayed outside of Leo’s bedroom, until the two of you were finished (at least with that round), where the two of you started to engage in some soft and sweet aftercare. At that point Mikey really felt like he was pushing it, and made a quick dash back to his bedroom with the poptarts he still had left. But unfortunately for Mikey, he had a very hard time falling asleep after what he had witnessed. It did not matter how many poptarts he tried to eat, hoping that they could take his mind off of it, or somehow make him sleepy. And he just couldn’t stop thinking about it. And the more he thought about it, the more did Leo seem to disappear from that memory. It didn’t take long before Mikey’s mind had replaced the leader in blue, with the thought of himself, being the one ramming into you, causing you to moan out in pleasure and ecstasy.

And as the thought of Mikey being the one, fucking you into the matterass underneath you, he could not fight the effect that it started to have on him. He felt his senses grow stronger, along with a pressing feeling in his nether region. But Mikey did not want to admit his body’s own reactions to himself. Not even has he felt his member, slowly make its way out of the slit of his cloaca. It wasn’t until he dropped straight into his own pants, that Mikey allowed himself to pull his shorts down, letting his hard member spring furth, already leaking with pre-cum, begging for him to give it some attention. And so, that night Mikey wrapped his hand around himself, to the thought of you being the one enclosing him with your warm and wet cunt.

The next day, Mikey did everything in his power not to look at either you or Leo. He simply couldn’t face you, knowing that he hadn't just shot one load, while thinking of you moaning and whimpering with joy beneath him, but two. Mikey had two, toe curling, eye rolling and hip thrusting orgasms, at the mercy of his own hand while thinking of you. And for just a moment, last night, Mikey had forgotten that you weren’t his, and that you were in fact together with Leo. So to see you and Leo emerge from Leo’s bedroom together, before heading for the kitchen for something to eat, was like a slap of reality to Mikey’s face. It reminded Mikey of just how wrong his own actions in his own bedroom were. What a betrayal it was to his brother, to think of his girlfriend in such a way.

As Mikey sat there at the kitchen table, deep in thought, trying his best not to look in you and Leo’s direction, mentally berating himself for what he did, he suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye. You and Leo stood at the kitchen counter with your backs turned to him, and you cooking something, with one of Leo’s arms wrapped around your shoulder, talking about something Mikey didn’t fully understand. But it was here that Leo’s arm slowly dropped from your shoulder, his hand slowly sliding down the curve of your back, before coming to a rest on your pants-covered ass. There Leo’s hand did a groping motion, before slowly grabbing a fistfull, causing you to giggle and shake your head with a smile, before leaning in against him, saying something along the lines of; “you can’t wait for tonight, can you?”

Mikey froze for a moment, realizing what your words to Leo meant. And with that, Mikey realized that you and Leo most likely were going at it again that night. And it was at that moment - no matter how wrong Mikey knew it was - that Mikey decided that he was going to get another pack of poptarts, and see if he could get some more material of you to enjoy himself with.

[hellinistical]

12:01 more dilf caleb, the people whisper

Caleb looks up from his book the moment you waddle through the doorway, his gaze immediately softening. His lips twitch, like he’s holding back a smile, but there’s no mistaking the warmth in his eyes.

“You all right there, sweetheart?” His voice is low, laced with amusement and something else—something fond.

You huff dramatically, one hand bracing against the curve of your belly as you shuffle toward the bed. “No. I’m round, I’m tired, and my feet feel like they’ve walked across the entire damn continent.”

Caleb shuts his book, setting it on the nightstand as he shifts to sit up straighter. “C’mere,” he murmurs, already reaching for you.

You sigh, dramatically flopping onto the bed—well, as much as you can flop at this stage. It’s more of a slow, careful descent, and Caleb is right there, hands steadying you, adjusting pillows before his palm finds its way to your belly, rubbing slow, lazy circles.

“You’re doing a lot of complaining for someone who keeps insisting you wanted snacks at two in the morning,” he teases, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You turn your head just enough to glare at him. “First of all, I did want snacks. Second of all, I seem to remember a certain someone also enjoying those snacks.”

Caleb chuckles, his fingers still tracing slow, soothing patterns against your skin. “Can’t let you suffer alone.”

You close your eyes, exhaling as you sink into the warmth of him. "You should be suffering. This is half your fault."

Caleb grins against your temple, completely unbothered. "You're right," he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your skin.

Not even a minute passes.

Caleb watches in amusement as you turn. And adjust. And turn again. His hand is still resting on your belly, moving with you, until finally, you let out a long, exasperated huff.

Without missing a beat, he smirks. “Comfy?”

You shoot him a glare. “No.”

He chuckles, already reaching to help reposition a pillow behind your back. “Didn’t think so.”

You wiggle, sigh, then groan. “I feel like a turtle flipped on its back.”

Caleb grins, shifting closer so he can tuck an arm beneath you, his other hand smoothing over your hip. “Awww, poor baby.”

"I'm not a baby.."

Caleb leans in, his breath warm against your skin, and he flashes you a grin full of playful mischief. "Aww, poor mama," he drawls, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Caleb gently lifts your stomach, his hands strong and steady, supporting the weight as he settles you more comfortably against the pillows. The moment his hands find their spot, you feel the pressure lift and a wave of relief wash over you.

You let out a soft sigh, your body visibly relaxing as the weight is taken off, the tension melting from your shoulders. “God, that’s... so much better,” you murmur, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

He smiles, his voice low and warm. “I got you.”

With a gentle touch, he runs his hand across your belly again, easing the last bit of discomfort. His gaze softens as he watches you relax, as if soaking in the moment. “How’s that? Better, pretty mama?”

You nod, a content smile finally breaking across your face. "Yeah... that’s perfect."

“Thought so. Gotta take care of my girls."

[godmadeaterribleerror]

The Best Thing - A No Love Lost Bonus Chapter

Main Masterlist - Series Masterlist

Read on A03!

Author's Note: This was so much fun for me. I love writing the chapters where they're just livin' life. Enjoy!

Chapter Title from Mine by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 7.1k

Summary/Warnings: Sorta-Request from @myladyship! You, Ben, and Ryan get a cat. Takes place ten months post-series.

That thing hadn’t been there, when Ben left the house this morning.

He was pretty goddamn certain it hadn’t.

But, as the mangy little creature stared at him from the couch, Ben ran back through the day in his head. Just in case.

He’d gotten up, fucked Her until she burst into flames, then made breakfast while She got ready for work. Normal morning. Perfect morning. Ryan had gotten on the bus—She’d be hesitant about him using that thing, worried about bullying, but it was working out pretty damn fine—and She’d come downstairs in a skirt that Ben had wasted no time in ripping off Her body. He’d buried himself between her thighs and tongue-fucked Her until she squirted all over his face, then he’d pulled out his cock and bent Her over the counter until she was screaming his name.

Normal morning.

He needed to buy Her a new skirt. She’d liked that one, and She liked Ben more, but he should still make sure She was a happy as fucking possible, all the damn time, because She was perfect and he fucking loved Her and there was nothing better in the world than taking care of Her and-

The creature yowled at him, and Ben scowled. It was looking at Ben like he was intruder, when this was his goddamn house, that had been bought with his fucking money—technically Her money, but as She frequently reminded him, the thing about marriage was that it was Ben’s money as well—and this thing didn’t have a single fucking say about where Ben did and didn’t go. 

It hadn’t been here when he’d left this morning. He was fucking positive. After the kitchen sex, he’d made Her eat, then driven Her to work. She’d given him a blowjob in the car—Christ, he was the luckiest man alive—and he’d had to go back to the house to change his pants, because of what Frenchie was calling the No Cum near the Chemicals rule. Apparently it was dangerous, and not the fun kind of dangerous. The that’s how Homelander happened kind of dangerous. 

So he’d changed his pants. 

Everything had been good. She’d been humming and peaceful in Ben’s body, Ryan’s turtle had been in its tank, and when he’d left the house, that had been it. Nothing else.

This place was supposed to be fucking secure. More secure than the fucking White House, because Singer was replaceable, and She and Ryan weren’t. Hughie had promised this place was fucking secure, and She’d pointed out that even if it wasn’t, none of them could be killed, and there wasn’t a single place in the world someone could take Her that Ben couldn’t find, but She shouldn’t have to be taken. She should get to fucking rest, and if this place could be broken into, even by an animal, Ben was going to brutally maul a lot of people. 

He couldn’t even be sure it was an animal. It might be a supe. Or a supes pet, sent to do something to them, and- 

What’s wrong with you.

He scowled into the air. I’m fine, Sunshine, go-

I can feel you, Benjamin. Your throat is getting tight, and it feels like the world is spinning. There was a brief pause. You’re home for the day, right? I know Butcher’s been trying to put together that clean-up mission for some of the stray Vought scientists, but he promised to give me a week heads up before you left-

I’m home. Ben needed to cut Her off there. She’d hurt herself. And Butcher’s still flailing around like a fucking pussy with that mission, cuckfuck can’t do paperwork to save his life.

Then what’s wrong.

Nothing’s- He let out a long breath, glaring at the cat. He couldn’t lie to Her. Don’t lose your damn mind, beautiful. I’m going to handle it.

He could hear Her frown. Handle what?

Intruder. In the house. Ben’s fists curled, and the creature yawned. Like Ben was fucking nothing. Calling him a coward, in his goddamn house, sitting of his fucking couch-

Ben, there are no intruders, I was home an hour- There was another second of silence, then She snorted. You’re talking about Maeve, aren’t you.

Ben frowned. I thought you said that lady went to fucking Florida or some shit-

California. And she did. I’m talking about the cat.

It stretched, then curled into a tiny ball in the pillows. 

Ben-

Ben grunted Her name down the connection. When the fuck did we get a cat. 

Um, about two hours ago. And before you get mad-

His eyes narrowed at the air. He had to shut that shit down, now. I’m not mad. I don’t get fucking mad at you, I just didn’t expect a goddamn cat. 

But-

No. I love you, and I’m not mad. 

She sighed in the silence. I know. I love you, too. 

Good. Explain.

Remember last month, when I said that I wanted a cat, and you said I could have ‘whatever the fuck I wanted’, and I said that I love you, and that’s very sweet, but if you don’t want a cat, you could just tell me?

Ben didn’t remember that. When did-

After Parent night, at school. Another Dad was talking about how hard it was to get gifts for his wife, and you got, um- She swallowed down the silent line, and Ben smirked. Her tone was growing softer, the way it only ever did for him. She was flushing, probably tapping Her fingers on her desk, and thinking about Ben with an infinite love he could feel, through his whole body.

Sunshine-

You told everyone that gift giving wasn’t hard at all, when your wife made you harder than anything else.

Ben remembered that. He specifically remembered how She’d wrinkled Her pretty nose and whacked his chest, and how all the dumbfuck parents had looked mortified—good word, maybe MM was onto something with this word of the week shit—at his words, like they hadn’t already all fucked at least once to get their stupid fucking kids. 

She sighed in Ben’s ear. After that, when that bitch of a mom-

Fake Face-

Yeah. She asked you exactly how you were such a perfect husband, you told her that I was a perfect wife, and after she left I asked you the same thing, and you said that it was what I deserved, and you’d shoot yourself before you didn’t take care of me right, and taking care of me right meant fucking me right and getting me whatever I wanted and-

I ate you out in a supply closet. Ben grinned into the air, and the cat gave him an odd look. You nearly made the damn building burn down-

Yeah, because you decided that three orgasms ‘wasn’t enough’- 

And I was right, brat. I remember you begging to cum for me one more time, saying please and taking it like a good girl-

Fucking- I’m at work, Ben- 

Lock the door. 

I can’t, I’m in a meeting-

Then why the fuck are you talking to me-

Because I’m trying to explain the cat, you horny old cunt.

Smartass.

You love it. The point I was trying to make is that, after the, um, supply closet sex, I made a joke that you’d never need to get me anything at all, as long I had you and your, um- She coughed between their heads, Her voice suddenly a little breathy, and Ben could really see that flush over Her cheeks. Cock. And you took that very seriously and told me that I’d always have your cock, but you’d also give me the goddamn moon, if I asked. And I said that I’d settle for a cat, and, yeah. 

Right. Ben grunted down the connection. That tracked, and even if it didn’t, he didn’t really give a shit. If She wanted the cat, the thing could stay. Are you wet, Sunshine?

Benjamin- She sighed in his head. Meeting. We can’t have mind sex during another meeting. 

Nobody fucking caught you last time-

Yeah, but I have to stand up and talk this time- She cut Herself off, and Ben could almost see Her pretty frown. Is that it? About Maeve?

Ben shrugged. You want to keep the thing?

Yes, but-

Then that’s it. He shot the animal another glare. It was really fucking ugly. Why the fuck did you name it Maeve-

I don’t know, it looked like a Maeve-

It looks like a fucking Frankenstein-

That’s rude, Ben. Apologize to her. 

No. 

Benjamin-

It’s a fucking cat. It can’t even hear our conversation-

Yeah, but you’re probably glaring at her and making her feel nervous. Calm down and apologize. 

Ben let out a long, slow breath. For Her, he’d apologize to the fucking cat, because She wasn’t doing it to make fun of him. She was just perfect and kind and good, and genuinely wanted Ben to get along with this ugly creature on his couch. 

“Sorry.” He grunted to the thing, and it just blinked at him. I apologized.

Thank you, my love. There’s food for her in the kitchen-

I’ll handle it, darling. Have a good meeting. Kick all their fucking asses up their heads. 

She giggled down the connection. Gross.

You love it.

I do. I love you.

She did. And Ben could always feel it.

I love you too, Sunshine. 

She hummed, and faded back into only love, deep and permanent in Ben’s body. 

He’d feed the cat. For Her. 

But he’d also do fucking anything for Her, so a cat really wasn’t that bad at all.

——————

“Where did you find her?”

Ben didn’t have to look up to the wonder in Ryan’s voice. The kid loved the damn cat. He’d come home and his jaw had dropped, his eyes lighting up the moment he’d seen the ugly thing sitting in the middle of the fucking hallway. 

She’d shot Ben a smug grin, and he’d rolled his eyes, planting firm kiss on the top of Her head before stomping into the kitchen. 

They could fawn over the damn thing all they fucking wanted. Ben would not fall into line like a fucking pussy for an animal. Over the weekend it had eaten all its damn food in a second, jumped up on their bed twice, and—worst of all—managed to distract Her from sex. 

And after She’d let the fucker out into the yard, She’d come right back. Returned to their bed and crawled over Ben’s chest with a sweet, happy smile, laughing when he’d flipped Her over and pinned Her between his body and the mattress, then moaned his name when he’d fucked Her stupid.

“You’re jealous of the cat.” She’d whispered onto his lips, when he was still buried deep in Her cunt, and he’d scowled.

“Shut up.”

She’d laughed, holding Ben’s face between Her hands and looking perfect and beautiful and thoroughly, properly wrecked below him, and Ben had shut Her up with a long, deep kiss.

“I love you.” He’d muttered against Her still-parted lips. “Next time, let the damn cat out before you suck my cock.”

“Jealous-“

“I’m not jealous of the fucking cat,” he’d drawled Her name, pushing up on his elbows to give her a pointed look. “I just don’t want our fucking neighbors to see all my cum on your face, beautiful.”

She’d flushed, Ben had laughed and hauled Her up into his arms, and they’d taken a long, warm, uninterrupted shower.

But now the cat was back. She’d said it was an outdoor cat, and that it would do that, but still.

Now Ben had to listen to Her and Ryan fawn over it for doing nothing, while he cooked their fucking dinner.

“She was in the alley, outside my office.” Ben glanced over to see Her scratching the cat’s ear, and tried not to let it knock the breath out of his fucking chest. How beautiful She was. How fucking perfect She was.

He didn’t succeed.

He didn’t really fucking care, either. 

“We’d all been feeding her, for a few months. And Ben and I had been talking about getting a cat-“

Ryan looked over to Ben with wide eyes. “You have?”

“Yes.” Ben grunted. “Listen to your mother talk.”

There was a brief moment of silence that Ben didn’t understand, and then—like nothing had happened at all—She continued. Explaining to Ryan how rescues were always better than breeders, and She’d been able to feel the cat’s joy when She’d held it, so she figured giving it a good home with them was the best possible option. 

Ryan was asking a lot of questions about cat care, and the apparent fact that She could feel animal’s emotions—She’d explained that one before, something about them being slightly muted, but mostly through a barrier that was about biology or some shit—when the reason for the silence hit him.

He’d called Her Ryan’s mom. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d done that in his head, or at school meetings or senate hearings. But he’d never done it at home. 

He wasn’t fucking wrong. She was, in every fucking sense but biological, Ryan’s mother. And the kid’s biological mother was long fucking dead, so as long as Ryan didn’t hate it, he’d keep doing it. 

“You made Ryan really happy.” She told him later that night, and Ben frowned at Her from the dresser.

She was wearing one of his shirts, sitting cross legged on their bed. After they had this conversation, Ben needed to rip it off Her perfect body.

“I didn’t fucking do anything.”

“You accepted Maeve.” She hummed, smiling at him as he got changed. “And you called me his mom.”

Ben pauses, scanning over Her carefully. Her heart was at its normal rhythm, and she was happy and easy in his body but-

“I don’t mind that you called me that, Ben.” She whispered, tapping Her fingers on her knee. “I- It’s nice. Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing a good job with him, and I’ve been really worried that Ryan’s going to think we’ll love him less, now that we’re thinking of having another kid-“

“That’s fucking insane-“

She shook Her head. “It happens a lot, when someone gets a divorce and remarries, then has kids in the new marriage. And this isn’t that, but it’s adjacent, and I know he still worries about us waking up one day and deciding he’s too much like-“ 

She swallowed, Her heart picked up slightly, and Ben didn’t need Her to finish the sentence. There was only one pussy fuck in the universe who was able to make Her fearful and quiet like that, even when he was long gone.

So Ben moved to kneel before Her, brushing her hair out of Her face and muttering Her name until she met his gaze. 

“I’ll talk to Ryan.” He muttered. “Make sure he knows we’re never fucking replacing him, get that just like his father shit out of his head. And you are doing the best fucking job. You’re a goddamn marvel, Sunshine, and Ryan fucking knows it.”

She nodded, leaning down to press Her brow to Ben’s, soft tears falling from Her eyes.

Ben had long learned that he couldn’t stop it. That these were the storms that She just needed him to be there for, to ride out at Her side and then hold Her for as long as She asked after.

That didn’t mean he didn’t want to bring Homelander back to life, punch the fuckhead into the goddamn sun, then chop him up and feed him to sharks. 

“He’s dead.” Ben muttered. “Gone. Ryan’s safe, because you fucking killed him-“

“Technically Butcher killed him-“

“Technically Butcher can gargle my balls. You did all the damn work.” Ben wiped Her tears off her cheeks, holding her gaze as he continued. “Ryan wouldn’t want another mom. You’re fucking perfect, Sunshine, so stop losing your damn mind.”

She gave him a soft smile, nodded, and kissed Ben gently. Like they had time.

And they really fucking did. This was going to be forever, so Ben could unravel Her slowly when she started to almost fall over him and scratch at his back, ripping his shirt off Her body just like he’d promised, taking Her nipple into her mouth until she was moaning his name-

The cat yowled. Outside the door. 

It wanted to go outside again. And there wasn’t a fucking chance Ben was letting Her leave the bed, so pressed on last kiss to her brow, stomped outside, and opened the back door.

The cat trotted up behind him, looked between Ben and the yard, and sat down.

“Go.” Ben grunted, and it didn’t. It started licking its ass.

He gave up fast. His wife was waiting for him in bed, and She was far more important than the fickle animal—fickle, another good word, he was going to shove that one in MM’s face—so Ben slammed the door closed and returned to his bedroom with a scowl.

She slept easy that night. Wrapped in Ben’s arms, breathing even and heartbeat in perfect time with his. 

When he woke up, he peeled Her off his body with a kiss to the top of Her head, gave himself plenty of time to admire how fucking beautiful she looked—happy, peaceful, almost glowing in the morning light—and forced himself out of bed.

She needed coffee. And Ben could give that Her, easily.

But he opened the door, and the fucking cat was waiting for him. Circled up outside their bedroom door, so comfortably settled that Ben would bet a lot of damn money it had been there all night.

“Fucking pervert.” He grumbled, stepping over its tail and walking to the stairs. 

The cat only stretched, yawned, and followed Ben down the hall.

—————

Ben had the house to himself for the night. She was out with Annie and Kimiko doing whatever women did to have fun—crime? probably crime—and Ryan was back at Butcher’s, so Ben had the whole fucking house to himself.

He hated it.

It was empty. Quiet. Too damn much like life before the Russian’s got him—when the world had been boring and flat and he’d hated every single fucking pussy he had to talk to—and Ben fucking despised it. He’d agreed to a nice, big house in the suburbs because that’s what She wanted. Something simple, and normal, because the rest of their lives would always remain in pure fucking chaos. Ben would’ve lived anywhere She told him to, as long as She was there.

And She’d be back tonight. Ben knew She’d be back tonight, and he could feel Her halfway across the city—and there was no danger or distress down the connection, so everything was good—but he still fucking missed Her.

He should’ve damned the custody agreement and taken Ryan back for the night. It wasn’t even a legal thing, it was just Her being too kind, too good, and giving Butcher alternate weekends. Ben could’ve told Butcher to suck his fucking dick, because he wanted to take Ryan to an arcade, or watch a movie, or just go out in the yard and do some baseball-

But Ryan liked going to Butcher’s. 

And Ben was a grown fucking man. He’d fought in a war. Two, if he counted all the shit with Homelander. He could survive for a goddamn night while his son and wife were gone, and then they’d come home, and everything would be good again. 

Bonus, when he tackled Her to the floor and fucked Her dumb in the hallway, then on the stairs, then anywhere in their bedroom that She asked, Ben be able to grumble all the praise and teasing comments he wanted, and She’d be twice as perfect and needy for him than usual. Which was fucking saying something, because She’d already been an hour late to Her dinner, after a hand job, Ben ruining Her first outfit to fuck Her against the door, and fingering in the shower. 

He fucking loved Her. 

He could survive the night.

Dinner was steak, but he made too much and put some in the fridge for Her later. He did some training, and showered, and ended up on the couch, flipping through the shows to try and find something that he could watch alone.

Everything was better when She watched it with him. When they watched documentaries, She’d make little smart mouthed jokes that were funnier than the program, and when they watched dramas, She’d curl right up into his side, where She fucking belonged. If it was something She loved, She’d spend half the time talking over it—telling Ben a million little facts and opinions—and he didn’t care that he couldn’t hear the show, because She was more fucking important by a mile.

The best was when Ben would watch baseball and She’d pretend to know what the hell was happening. She was fucking adorable—trying to act like She understood the rules—and She’d get all damn riled up on his behalf when the ref made a shit call. Then Ben would explain it to Her, she’d stare up at him with parted lips and a slack, wanting expression, and he’d just chuckle, pull Her further into his lap, and kiss Her until she was writhing in his hold-

Ben started with a grunt as the cat jumped up onto his lap. A month living with them instead of the alley had done it well—smoother, cleaner fur, a lighter step, a proper stomach—but it had also seemed to grow, annoyingly, fond of Ben.

Fucking Ben.

He fed it the most. It was the only explanation. Ben was usually up first, so he fed the thing more than She or Ryan did, and that’s why it liked him. 

He also let it outside the most, but that was just so She wouldn’t flash the neighbors. She cleaned its litterbox, and pet it more, and it should fucking love Her because everything should love Her, and Ben was not the one who had rescued it from a damn alley.

“I don’t know, Pretty Boy.” She’d smiled at him yesterday, when he’d grumbled about this over dinner. “I think you’re very lovable.”

“You’re fucking bias, Sunshine, you don’t count-“

She’d shrugged. “Agree to disagree. If I was a cat, I’d follow you around all the time.”

“Because you goddamn love me-“

“Maybe Maeve loves you.”

“It’s a fucking cat,” He’d grumbled Her name, and the cat walked into the kitchen, rubbing against Ben’s ankles and looking up at his like it fucking expected something. “See, it just wants my food-“

“I’m eating the same thing.” She’d hummed, giving him an amused look. “Why isn’t she trying to get my attention?”

That had been a good point. She was so fucking beautiful and smart—Her wedding ring shining on Her finger and all of Ben’s love radiant in his chest—and that had been a damn good point.

So Ben had just rolled his eyes. “Brat.”

“Cunt.”

“This a fucking calamity,” He’d grumbled Her name, and Her smile had widened.

“Word of the week?”

He’d grunted, and She’d giggled, leaning Her head on his shoulder. “You used it wrong, my love.”

“The website-“

“The website was wrong. I sent MM a new one to use a few days ago. Calamity is for disasters, it’s not intangible with just a bad thing. Like- A hurricane, or a war. Those are calamities. Not our cat loving you.”

“It doesn’t love me.”

“Yes, it does.”

She’d smiled up at him, pressed a kiss right over his beard, and Ben had let it go.

But now the cat was on his fucking lap.

Looking at him with big, shining eyes in the dark, starting to kneed on his leg like it was going to-

Christ on a fucking cross, the thing sat down.

He should shove it off. Stand up. Get it away. 

But it was Her fucking cat. She adored this thing, and harming it would be, in a way, harming Her-

Ben narrowed his eyes at it. “One-time thing, you fucking pussy, got it?”

The cat blinked at him. Ben decided it understood. 

It fell asleep on his lap. Ben fell asleep on the couch. And when he woke up in the morning they’d been joined by Her, tucked into Ben’s side with her arms wrapped around his torso. Still in Her dress from last night.

Ben grinned, running his fingers through Her hair until she let out a soft, happy sound, and still didn’t move. 

There were much fucking worse places to be trapped.

———

Butcher’s days were fucking numbered. 

The cuckass had said four days. This mission would take four days. They’d fly out, finish it in two, clean up whatever mess they left behind, then fly back home. The pussy scientists wouldn’t know something was wrong until Ben was punching them square in the face, they might catch a rogue supe or two in the process, and then Ben could go the fuck home.

But then the FSAB agents got fucking cocky, and tried to join in, and they’d had to spend a whole fucking day reworking the plan. Then they’d gotten into the lab, but one of the head scientists had seen them coming—none of the team had said it aloud, but they’d exchanged sharp looks of we did our damn jobs, this is the government’s fault—so they needed to track the pussy down. And the scientist had hid all his research, so they had to fucking find that as well, and if one more pussy suit from the FBAA asked Ben about a single goddamn thing, he was going to start throwing nukes out and crushing fucking skulls-

“That’s not very nice, Pretty Boy.”

Ben rolled his eyes, glaring at Her pretty face on the tiny screen of his phone. “I’m not trying to be fucking nice, I’m trying to come home-“

“I know, but I’d still appreciate not having to visit you in prison.”

“Prisons can’t fucking hold me-“

She sighed, giving him a flat look. “Ben, you know they’ve been developing things to hold all of us down if they need to, right?”

He sat taller in his chair, and the radiance in his chest growing white-hot, because nobody was allowed to fucking touch Her, not a single fucking pussy in the universe, Ben didn’t give a shit about them trying to put him back under, but She’d been held and broken too many fucking times, and Ben would be damned if he let it happen again-

“I’m fine, now, Ben.” She gave him a soft smile through the screen, and Ben really wished he could touch Her. Hold Her. Kiss Her and let Her melt into his arms, where She was fucking safe. “You’d feel it if I wasn’t.”

He would. That was true. 

It didn’t make him relax, though.

“What the fuck do you mean, hold us down.”

“I-“ She let out a long breath, and Ben could see Her fingers tapping on the table. “We’re the most dangerous group of people on the planet, Ben. And we’re all friends and co-workers and it’s been established based on previous patterns that we’d do anything for each other. To the government, that’s a threat, especially because we haven’t exactly played nice with them historically.”

“We would’ve played nice if they weren’t fucking idiots.” Ben grumbled, and it got an adoring smile and easy laugh, so now he was mostly sitting tall with a glowing pride in his chest.

She continued, Her voice a little lighter than before. “Yeah, but to them it’s just not playing nice. It’s the threat thing. Butcher’s a known loose cannon, and now he can shoot laser out of his eyes. Annie’s sweet, but she can still fly and create electrical storms, and she killed the Deep. Kimiko can’t be killed, and she does have a terrorist background, and they-“ She cut Herself off with a long sigh. “I know for a fact that a lot of top officials in Singer’s cabinet are still trying to get Ryan taken away from us and locked up.”

“I won’t fucking let that happen, Sunshine.” Ben muttered, his hands moving forward on a useless fucking instinct to touch Her, but She was just an image in a screen. He did the second-best thing instead. I’ll fucking kill them, all of them, before they lay a single goddamn finger on you or Ryan-

I know. She gave him a small, sad smile. But they know that. We’re the biggest threat, Ben. They know what you’ll do for Ryan and I, they know Ryan’s attached to us and won’t voluntarily leave, and they- I’m the problem. The big one.

Ben scowled. She could be a problem, but only in the way where She’d get on Her knees and beg Ben to suck his cock, or become a pleading, needy mess below him. She gave him a million fucking problems every goddamn day, and he fucking loved it, but the goddamn government didn’t know that, so-

They haven’t gotten anything for me. She sighed. There’s literally no way to incapacitate me. 

Good. 

No, Ben, it’s- They’re well aware that if they knocked you down, I’d come get you in ten fucking seconds, and all bets would be off. 

He grinned at Her. You’d break me out of prison, darling? 

Of course I would, you smug ass-

You love me.

I do, but-

Ben said Her name, firm and strong down the bond, and She blinked at him through the screen. Nothing’s going to fucking hurt us again. Ever. Or Ryan, or any of our other kids.

She raised Her brows. Other kids?

He rolled his eyes. I fucked you full of my cum last week, smartass.

Yeah, but I like hearing you say it.

What, that I’m going to fuck you so good you’re never going to empty of me? Ben smirked, leaning a little closer to the phone so he could see Her flush. That I’m going to make you so cockdrunk you never come down, that I’m going to take such good fucking care of you while you’re carrying our kid that they’ll come out fucking glowing-

Babies don’t glow. She mumbled, but Ben knew that voice. And that flush. 

He’d won. She was distracted from thoughts of the government, and looking at him with dazed, adoring eyes through the phone, and nothing was wrong in the entire world. Our babies could glow. Frenchie said they’d be supes-

Yeah, but- Actually, that’s a good point. This would be the first completely supe baby in history, and the first one with our V-

So it would glow.

We don’t know that it wouldn’t, but I doubt-

It’ll glow. Ben grinned at Her. It’s your baby, beautiful. It’ll glow.

She rolled Her eyes, the flush deepening. Kiss ass.

Brat. I’m going to fuck you so good when I get home, He drawled Her name between their heads, and could fucking feel Her want for him through his whole goddamn body. Make you fucking stupid on my cock-

Ben, please-

Save it, Sunshine. He winked at Her in the phone. Need to hear it when I’m buried in that perfect fucking pussy-

Ryan’s home, you asshole-

He laughed. Kid’s used to it.

Yeah, but- She cut Herself off, her gaze dropping away from the phone to something on the floor. “Hi, baby, do you wanna say hi?”

Ben frowned. “I didn’t give you a baby yet-“

She laughed, shooting Ben an amused look. “It’s Maeve. She heard your voice.”

“I was talking on the- How the fuck did she hear me.”

“I’m sorry, Pretty Boy, you were talking on the what?”

“The Ben’o’phone.” He grunted, leaning forward in his chair to see what she was looking at, Her attention remaining on the floor. The movement wasn’t helping. The image wasn’t moving. “Answer my damn question-“

“We were talking aloud earlier,” She shrugged. “And I’m wearing one of your shirts, so maybe she can just smell you.”

“Why the fuck would that matter-“

“Because she loves you. I get it.” She smiled down at the floor. “Come here, you can talk to him as well.”

Ben grunted Her name, and half a second later he was staring at a cat ass instead of his wife. 

Then Maeve turned and started head-butting the camera, and Ben would be pissed if he couldn’t also hear Her laughing in the background. 

The point of the call had been to fucking see Her. And, because She was perfect, she did pull Maeve into Her lap after a few seconds, continuing as if nothing had happened. 

It kept looking at him, the whole call. She was petting Maeve’s ears as they talked, and it kept fucking staring at him-

“She misses you, Ben.”

He shook his head. “It’s a fucking cat, Sunshine, it’s forgotten I exist-“

“No, she misses you. Yesterday she was yowling at the door, and then she was disappointed when I opened it instead of you.”

“How the fuck-“

“I can feel it. She misses you.” She paused, and gave him a small smile. “I miss you. Tell Butcher to hurry up, or I’ll punch him.”

Ben snorted. “I don’t think he’s going to be that perturbed by that, beautiful.”

“Then let’s fucking test the theory-“ She paused, Her smile growing. “Perturbed. That’s good. Do you want me to tell you if MM uses it?”

“He fucking has to, that’s how word of the week works-“

She laughed. “It’s Thursday, my love, have you used it multiple times?”

“No.” Ben grunted. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Her smile could build new universes, and the love in Ben’s chest was so fucking powerful, he was convinced it might. 

“I love you, Benjamin.” She whispered, and Maeve made a little sound on Her lap. “We both do.”

Ben grunted. “I love you too, Sunshine. Just you.”

She wrinkled Her nose at him, dropping Her voice to a mocking, fake whisper. “He loves you, Maeve, he’s just grumpy.”

He didn’t.

But he did love how fucking happy She was, wearing his shirt and being beautiful and sitting, safe and easy in their home. 

If he didn’t get home soon, Butcher was going to have to die.

———

The flight had been too fucking long. Too many goddamn hours stuck on a plane sitting next to fucking Butcher, because the pussy was somehow the only person on the whole goddamn plane that wasn’t either talking shit about how dumb those scientists had been—Frenchie and Kimiko had holed up in the corner, and Ben wasn’t good enough at that sign language shit to keep up, so he couldn’t participate in the conversation if he wanted to—or trying to hit on him.

All these dumbfuck BSFA agents kept hitting on him. 

“You look like you got a stick up your fuckin’ ass, gov-“

“Shut up.” Ben grunted, shooting Butcher a glare. “I want to get the fuck home, not have a conversation.”

Butcher just shrugged. “I ain’t tryin’ to talk to you either, but it’s lookin’ like it’s either that or leavin’ you to the bloody wolves over there.”

Ben didn’t have to follow Butcher’s gaze to know that he was talking about the giggly FSSB agents in the corner of the jet. He could fucking hear them, hear them talking about him like he was fucking meat, and he missed Her-

“Don’t know why they’re botherin’.” Butcher drawled, leaning back in his seat. “Half the shit you’ve said the whole mission is about how fuckin’ perfect your girl is-“

“Because she is perfect-“

“I know that, Gov, but I ain’t tryin’ to ride your dick, either-“

“Nobody rides my dick but-“

Butcher cut him off with Her name, giving Ben a flat look. “I told you. I know. We all fuckin’ know.”

Ben scowled, jerking his head to the agents. “They don’t.”

“Well, that’s their fuckin’ heads, ain’t it. She’d kill ‘em if she heard.”

It was impossible to stop the grin on Ben’s face. She would kill them. She was a lot more fucking possessive than people gave Her credit for, and She’d burn them all to ash, looking fucking beautiful doing it, then jump into Ben’s arms and ride him until She was moaning his name and cumming all over his cock-

“Bloody Christ, Mate.” Butcher grumbled. “I can see your fuckin’ hard-on.”

Ben didn’t really give a fuck. The conversation moved on to Ryan, and some book the kid was reading, and he got boners about Her around the team all the damn time. This was a lot better than when they had brain sex in front of everyone, so Butcher could fucking deal.

It only became a problem when one of the FFAA agents got real fucking bold, stood up, walked in front of Ben and Butcher, and cleared her throat. 

“Mr. Soldier Boy-“

Ben grunted, shooting her a glare. “What.”

“I just wanted to tell you that you were really brave out in the field today.” The agent batted her lashes at him, and Ben almost felt fucking bad for her. She wasn’t ugly, but compared to his wife—more beautiful than all the fucking stars and planets and works of art in the universe, holy and sacred and fucking perfect—she was nothing. 

“Well, I’m good at my fucking job.” He muttered, turning back to Butcher, and the asshat looked like he was going to start laughing. 

The woman didn’t give up. “Yeah, you- you really are. I was just wondering, if you have any post-mission rituals to help us-“

“Gov’s gonna go home, ain’t he. Gettin’ his dick wet.” Butcher was grinning as the agent blushed, and the pussy was looking far too fucking amused for Ben’s liking. “Or he’s just knockin’ right out to bloody hell-“

“Shut the fuck up, Butcher.”

“Sorry, agent.” Butcher winked at the woman, and Ben was going to throw him out of the plane. “Old men ain’t good to sleep well when they don’t got their own bed.”

The woman sighed, giving Ben a look of fucking pity. “I’m so sorry, is it-“ She looked around, dropping her voice to a whisper. “Nightmares?”

It was. Without Her there, the nightmares about Homelander rising up from the dead, locking Ben in a box, and fucking hurting Her always returned.

“I miss my wife.” He grumbled, and Butcher snorted.

“Your-“ The woman’s eyes widened. “I- I’m sorry, I just heard that your marriage was a front for, um, for the-“

“Sweetheart.” Butcher cut the woman off with a bored, amused tone. “I’m tellin’ you from firsthand experience, they’re the two horniest cunts alive, that marriage is a sham just as much as my tits ain’t real.”

Ben rolled his eyes, and the woman swallowed.

“But- I’ve heard the Anomaly’s story, with Homelan-“

“Don’t fucking call her that.” Ben snapped. “And you don’t know goddamn shit about her. I fucking-“

“You love her, Gov. We’ve heard.”

Ben scowled. “I do. I’m fucking rife with it. Love.”

Butcher raised his brows. “Word of the week?”

Ben nodded, and he was only vaguely aware of the agent, shuffling back to her friends with loud whisper about how, apparently, Soldier Boy and the Anomaly were really married.

Butcher hummed. “That’s a good one. You beatin’ MM?”

“It’s not a fucking competition-“

“Not with that shit attitude, it ain’t.”

Ben snorted, and he was almost home. So fucking close, Her presence over his skull calling him closer, because he was almost fucking home, and it didn’t goddamn matter what some pussy agents thought, nothing in the world was fucking better than going home, to Her.

Although he might have to start fucking Her in public more. Or at least kissing Her stupid and dizzy where the world could see it. That agent wasn’t the first to doubt, for some stupid fucking reason, that She and Ben weren’t really together. It was one of the hundred reasons why he never took his ring off, so everyone fucking knew, just a little more, that Ben was Her’s. That the tabloids and useless fucking gossip websites could talk all they fucking wanted about how She and Ben were just a front marriage, and Ryan was actually Her biological son with Homelander—that timeline didn’t fucking add up at all, but none of the damn idiots seemed to care—or that Ben was Homelander, in fucking disguise or some shit, but the truth was pretty damn plain and obvious.

She was perfect. Ben loved Her. And he’d launch himself into the fucking sun before he even thought about looking away from Her for a fucking second.

And when he got home, Ben knew She was already asleep. Ryan was as well, when Ben poked his head in the kid’s room, and Ben was a little fucking thankful about it. He’d hug Ryan and make him breakfast in the morning, but it was late. They needed sleep. 

Ben needed sleep. He needed to sleep next to his wife, in his bed, and never fucking let Butcher take him on one of those mission again,

But when he got to their room, half tearing off his clothing as he walked to the mattress, his spot was fucking taken.

The cat was on his side of the bed, sitting tall and vigilant over Her body, eyeing Ben carefully as he glared at it. 

“Move.” He grunted.

Maeve looked back to Her, stood up, and walked over to Ben, rubbing his hand with sudden purrs. 

She rolled over in Her sleep, and Ben grinned. Christ, She was beautiful. A little drool falling out of Her pretty mouth, wearing his fucking shirt, a little makeup still on Her face that told Ben she’d been waiting for him. To come home.

Back to Her. 

Something nipped at his hand. The cat.

He’d started petting the cat without thought, and it had fucking bit him-

Because he was staring at Her. 

Maeve had been watching over Her, while Ben was gone. 

And he could deal with that. Work with it. 

When Ben crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around Her, Maeve was still letting out soft hisses. Right up until She rolled over and buried her perfect face in Ben’s chest with a small, happy sigh.

And Maeve backed off, stretching and laying back down near Her legs, tangled in with Ben’s.

The thing was obviously damn smart, and it was still fucking ugly, but so was a lot of Ben’s life. 

The best, most beautiful thing was Her. The most important thing was protecting Her, caring for Her, making sure She was happy all the fucking time.

So as long as the cat got that She was the whole fucking world, Ben was good.

End Note: Btw the cat is names Maeve because I miss her. Shoutout Maeve, none of this would've happened if she didn't tip Butcher off about Sunshine's existence. Our unsung hero.

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✮⋆˙ giyu learns to crochet

𝘀𝘆𝗻. ━ giyuu decides its time to tell you how he feels.

⟡ 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 .ᐟ this is part two. or not, it really doesn’t matter if you read the first part. loved this idea bc i love crochet :)

⟡ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 .ᐟ fluff. use of swear words (not a lot, but they are there). giyuu-centric. modern reader in kny. mentions of crochet and amigurumi. gender-neutral reader. also very poor dialogue probably, i avoid talking irl so yk. 1.9k words.

─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───  ─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───  ─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───

first part (optional); giyuu has a crush

Giyuu is about to have a stroke. He’s alone in his room late at night. He should be sleeping, but he can't imagine doing so. The moon light is coming through his window and all he can do is stare at the crochet hook in his hand as his fingers remain still. He is hunched, hovering over a ball of yarn in his lap. He can't shake the feeling of inadequacy that heavily weighed on him because he really has no idea what he’s doing.

You had this habit of making him gifts. Cute little amigurumi things and it had become a habit of his waiting when you’ll show up with one just for him. They’re almost always an animal or some sea creature, maybe even a small plant that he has sitting on display in his room somewhere. They are always so adorable and tiny, always fitting in the palm of his hand. It's almost like clockwork at this point, and Giyuu is always so flattered to receive them.

He remembers the little tiny baby sea turtle you have made for him. Its flippers rested against the palms of his cupped hands; its eyes and lids sewed on so perfectly along with the rest of it. It’s so intricate, he almost thought it was real. He remembers bringing it up to his face, staring at it in its tiny face, because for some reason this time he really didn’t know how to act.

He remembers you giggling, quickly explaining that you really didn’t know what to make him this time – lies, you have so many patterns. You just care too much about his opinion and his likes. Honestly, you could make him anything you wanted and he would be happy.

❛ And then I thought, ‘well you are the Water Pillar after all’. And I thought the sea turtle was kinda cute too, so I wanted to make it for you. Now you have a little friend to keep you company on your mission! ❜

Now here he was, with little idea of what he was doing. A frustrated sigh left his lips. He began working the yarn along with the hook – all his movement completely hesitant and fumbling. It would be a lie to say that he had never been skillful with his hands; he is a swordsman after all. However, it was clear that he wasn’t as skillful as you regarding this, and it makes sense. He had never picked up any knitting or crochet hooks until tonight at this ungodly hour.

Sure, he could have just crafted a wooden figurine. It is something he vaguely knows how to do, and seems like a more appealing thought now, plus, he knows that you would love it either way. But all he wanted to do was something special. He wanted to convey his feelings to you through what you love doing the most and give you something that he knows you would like. And for about a moment he wonders if this is a good idea. Then decides that he doesn’t care anymore. This is going to make or break him. He procrastinated this long enough.

Though hours passed and Giyuu is shocked to consider it done. He hoped it was. He glances over at his window and the sun is barely over the horizon. And as much as Giyuu loves you, he can't do this again. No, that is also a lie. He would if you asked. But he couldn’t help but feel disgruntled. He didn’t even know what he made. It is some type of plushie. It has a big body with some stubby legs. Its arms are almost the length of it too, if not longer, making them seem like large floppy paws. Its head; he is unsure if it's too big as it’s the same size as the body, but it’s a bit too late now to do anything about it. He made small ears on the top, and added some type of embroidery to make the eyes – as no buttons seemed to look right to him. There was no nose or mouth either, because Giyuu couldn’t figure out how to add them without making it look worse than it already does.

He frowned at the finished product, before hanging his head. It was done, yes. But to him, he knows that he could have done a much better job. And the pang of disappointment didn’t help. Because surely you deserve something better than this crude attempt at a gift.

However, for some reason Giyuu was oddly excited. Maybe it was the ice cold water he almost drowned himself awake to. But he really didn’t pay it any mind. Maybe he just didn’t care anymore. Maybe he just wanted to get it over with. He was afraid, so very afraid because this was the first time he was outwardly seeking your validation. But he was also anticipating the interaction. Because you were so nice. And he shouldn’t be afraid.

So here he was now, standing in front of you. And suddenly, he can't remember why he was so afraid in the first place. You looked so delightfully happy just like he had hoped. He watched as you took the plush from his hand, your fingers just barely brushing against his. And he felt his palms get clammy again. You were so delicate with it, and honestly, if you had asked Giyuu, perhaps you were a bit too delicate. He didn’t think that it deserved such care. He watched as you brushed your thumb over the soft yarn. Your eyes staring intently at it, and Giyuu couldn’t place the look you were giving.

“Giyuu, it’s adorable!” Your eyes sparked just a little bit when you looked back up at him. The plush is pressed against your chest right now. So softly, almost protectively and Giyuu actually can't believe it. Truly, he is in disbelief. You actually liked it? You really must’ve, because you’re going on about the plush; gushing over it and completely unfazed by any of its imperfections. You asked how he made it and when he had the time. It was nice, until you asked him why. And he got all nervous again.

Well… He responds. “You make me such nice things all the time. And I wanted to make you something as well. To show my appreciation.”

Oh! You are a little taken aback by that as a light blush starts to burn on your cheeks. You were definitely feeling the appreciation. You just never really anticipated Giyuu to make you something. Not because you thought he was incapable, or anything like that. You just… liked making things, and if that happened to be for Giyuu more than others you weren’t going to deny it. It made you happy to do so. And you never really expected anything in return. But for him to make you something, the gesture kind of made you feel special. It was so sweet!

“Of course, I’m glad you like it. You… mean a lot to me you know. Um…” He stops because he's a bit flush. He wants to confess so badly and he doesn’t understand; why is it so hard. Just say it. It's like you are waiting for him to – and you are – but you are so completely and utterly patient with him that sometimes he wished you weren’t. “Ngh, don’t look at me like that.”

You giggle softly. You can’t help it. Why is he so cute? “I’m sorry,” You say sincerely, still hugging the plush to your chest. “Please continue.”

His heart is beating out of his rib cage. He feels like he is going to die. He has never expressed his feelings so openly before and as much as he wants to say that he is uncomfortable, he's only half way there and he only needs to get the words out. He's been afraid of rejection for so long that, even deep down knowing the possibility of you loving him exists, he can’t help but worry about it. The words are on his tongue and at some point, he has to come out and say it.

“I… I love you.” Finally. “I’ve loved you for a while now. I just didn’t know how to tell you. You don’t have to say or do anything, I just… I just wanted you to know.”

“You love me?” You had a big, stupid smile on your face, which made the question you had asked seem hopeful to him. If you had been home, you might have thought he was pulling a joke on you, not that he would know to assume that. And you, yourself are having a good time telling the small voice in the back of your head to fuck off because – yes, Giyuu Tomioka just confessed his love for you and you were not going to let the universe take it back.

He nodded, silent. The smallest, timid, smile pulled at his lips as he waited for you to continue. “Giyuu, I love you too. Actually, I..” you stopped before you started tripping over your words and let out a deep breath. Your grasp on the plush tightened, clutching it closer to your body in an attempt to ground yourself. “I… may have been in love with you for a while, too.”

He stares at you for a moment, another dumb look on his face. It's like the gears are turning in his mind. That yes, just like you had, are realizing this is all actually happening. And if he promptly pulls you into the softest, brain melting kiss you've ever had – that's between the two of you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡° ✩

Of course, now it’s later and Giyuu is watching you show off the plush to the rest of the Hashira. You had grabbed his hand in a rush, so excited and happy. He let you tug him along, squeezing his hand so tight; never minding the clamminess. He watched as you shoved the crochet piece in Rengokus face, telling him with pride that Giyuu was the one that made it for you. ‘I see that,’ he says and lets out one of those joyous laughs, almost amused.

You tug him along, going from Hashira to Hashira. Giyuu vividly remembers you shouting at Shinazugawa from across the training grounds about ‘Look at what Giyuu made me! Suck it you fuck face’ before running off and taking him with you again. He remembers in the background the Wind Pillar shouting, something about how it was ‘Ugly as fuck’ and a few other things but Giyuu ignored it.

Others recognized the effort Giyuu put into it, much like Rengoku. He gets a ‘That's kinda flashy’ from Tengen, and surprisingly Shinobu didn’t really poke at him too much, but maybe that was because you were there. Mitsuri squeals about it. She thinks it’s the cutest thing she's ever seen, and Giyuu makes sure not to look at Obanai at all. Otherwise, the man might force Giyuu to teach him. Or force himself in between you and him to teach him, and Giyuu doesn’t know if he can handle that.

The afternoon passed by after that and you both ended up back at his estate, just like always. This time, you were much closer to him than usual, not that Giyuu minded. He watched from over your shoulder as you continued your own little crochet project. He had half a mind to join you, but instead opted to enjoy just being with you; resting his head near yours and wrapping his arms around your waist. Though, somewhere close by the little turtle and the plush were laying together where you had placed them. It was almost like they were watching you, like they were proud of him.

⟡ .ᐟ thank you once again for reading!! ໒꒰ྀི ˃ ∩∩ ˂ ꒱ྀིა

[hotheadedhero]

hey, can I ask for hsc tmnt 2012 ( leo sonnie mikey raph) how do they behave around your boobs, how do they react to you shaking them, touching them, random situations, e.g. when they hug to greet you and I feel your breasts pressing against his plastron

AN: I got iddy biddy tiddies so I had to think real good on this one XD

Boob Behaviour

All characters are aged up

Warnings: slightly suggestive but mostly safe by "typical" NSFW standards

2012 Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Not something to initially cross his mind or retract his attention from something in a typical day-to-day. That isn't to say that he doesn't love them but most of his adoration for you is centred around who you are as a person. He never wants to come across as the type of guy who shamelessly oggles you. Perhaps that's because he has an overly adjusted sense of being respectful.

However, low-cut tops are a different story entirely. It takes him off guard when you walk into the lair and he catches a glimpse of cleavage. His cheeks will surely burn and he has to try his best to keep his cool for the rest of the day. Matters aren't helped if you decide to train with him and they jiggle about with your movements. You look amazing.

Raphael

He'll look for excuses to touch them and sometimes it's just to annoy you. At random points in the day, he will just jab the side of your boob and walk off as if he didn't do anything, playing coy. He isn't past poking you right in the nipple either because it just gets the best jolts out of you. You love him but you can't always say you appreciate it.

Although, you can proudly say that you threw a curve ball when you stuck your chest in his face during one of your impromptu wrestling matches. You can only imagine the stars he must have been seen. The look on his face was priceless and you definitely paid for it later. Worth it, though.

Donatello

Easily flustered when it comes to your chest. He isn't the type to gawk or even make a big deal out of them but it's the moments when you hug his arm and they press into him that really make him short-circuit. It doesn't matter how long you've been together, you still make him nervous.

It especially doesn't help when you become lost in thought or space out and absentmindedly hold your breasts. You could be working on your computer and one of your hands will just cup them as you type. He can't hold a conversation with you very well when you naively squeeze them like that. Maybe one day he'll get used to it.

Michelangelo

Almost an innocent fascination when he realises how squishy they are. He manages to not be as bashful as one might think him to be. They're a part of your body and another part of you that he loves just as much as the rest of you. Why should he get so shy around a body part? That's all it is at the end of the day.

When he's lying on top of you, he likes to wrap his arms around your waist and rub his face in them. Sometimes it's to get a laugh out of you, which it does, and other times it's just because he finds them comfortable. Either way, you never have any complaints considering how sweet he is. Boy, neither does he.