#okay but i never heard of turtle soup before

[turtle-ask]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turtle_soup

No wonder we all be endangered species

[thebroccolination]

hey key! since things are so tense rn could i ask you to tell me your favorite things about singto and gawin? like as people, as actors, as friends... i would love that! thanks 🙏🏻

Hey Anon. :')

So I obviously got this when things were still tense, and it's been a big comfort for the past week to know that someone did this for me. So first of all, I want to acknowledge how kind this was and thank you. <3

I wanted to wait until things died down a bit before I answered because I was so wrapped up in the thread I was making that I couldn't focus on anything else. SO! Now I can just have fun answering. :D

MY 5 FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT SINGTO AND GAWIN

OKAY starting with Singto. :D

1. First is, hands down, his relationship with his father. For anyone who doesn't know, Singto lost his mother to cancer while he was in university, so ever since, he's been making a concerted effort to spend as much time as possible with his father before he passes. Singto's said he felt guilty for the time he missed out on with his mother, and he doesn't want to regret it twice. He goes out to eat with his father, hangs out with him, built a house with the intention of living with him (that his father turned down), and just generally seems to adore his dad.

2. His struggle tweets. 90% of the time this man tweets anything, it's because he's complaining about some minor catastrophe: he put his clothes out to dry and it rained, the soup bag in his delivery order burst, the delivery guy never showed, etc. etc. etc. I just think it's a very clever way for an introverted actor to use social media in a way that gets him engagement. He made being inconvenienced a brand, and that's super cute to me.

3. His love for Linkin Park. Because I also love them. That's it. I love that he loves one of my favorite groups, and in another life before Chester passed, I would've loved to go with him to a concert as concert buddies.

4. The mood lighting in his room. It's ridiculous and pretty and I love it.

5. That he's been very open about his mental health issues. Even knowing that some people would use it against him, he still shared extremely private experiences with the public, and especially considering how closed most of Asia can be regarding depression and conditions like it, I admire him (and Krist) for speaking openly about how he's been affected and he lives with it.

And now Gawin!

1. That he threw shade at Pennsylvania in the funniest way I've ever heard. ("What do you miss about Pennsylvania?" "I can tell you what I don't miss about Pennsylvania.") I just love that Gawin's been such a recluse for years that very few had any indication outside his acting that he's funny.

2. His singing, dear god. When he dropped his Maroon 5 cover during the early days of the pandemic I genuinely thought he'd gone out and quietly gotten himself a record deal. I love his acting but I genuinely hope he makes more of a move toward singing. He's just too talented and passionate about music to keep doing OSTs forever. (GMMTV I'm scaling the side of your building.)

3. That he's historically been averse to social media in all forms but he threw himself into promotion for Be My Favorite. When Off teased him at Livehouse last autumn and Gawin teased him back, there was a beat of genuine surprise where Off didn't react, and then he said, "At least you talk now," with affection. It reminded me how much work Gawin had done with some big names and yet he'd been so reticent and shy in the promotional materials, very few had gotten to know him on a deeper level. Last year was really special. I'd already been fond of him, but to find out he's even sweeter than I thought was lovely.

4. Getting to chat with him during the fan benefit for the Be My Favorite finale and finding out how sincerely humble he is. He's genuinely just happy to be here. I don't think he knows he's famous. Someone should have told him the cameras were on.

5. He fucking took Nong Kawi (the turtle plush from Be My Favorite) on the plane with him for his first trip to Japan. T___T

I love them both. They have very different introverted energies, but they're similar enough that I am genuinely curious what they're like one-on-one. I hope they have opportunities to interact with each other publicly in the future. <3

Thank you again for the question, Anon. :') It felt nice to talk about this.

[chil-aglia]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

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Adriaen was calmly in his room doing some meditation, he would often find time to meditate if there was an ounce of quiet and peace in the lair which was rare enough as it is.

He felt himself go into a deep state of his mind, but then the sound of breaking bowls and yelling was heard, causing him to wince and open his eyes with a glare. “There goes my sanity.” He uttered to himself, standing up from his bed and making his way out the room. He heads towards the loud noise where he saw Mikey and Donnie having their face covered in noodles with Raph standing behind them.

Behind Raph was a projector of a movie scene from Lou Jitsu. Adriaen never really saw the excitement or amazement of these Lou Jitsu movies that everyone else also loved. It was the same for the Jupiter Jim franchise. "Man, Teriyaki Shakedown always gets me so…jazzed!" Donnie inhales with a dazed mind.

“Yeah, Lou Jitsu’s the business!" Raph pumps his hand in the air, but then a remote goes flying through the air and hits Raph in the face, knocking him down. Adriaen sighs and walks on over to them; he may as well stay.

“Then why do you insult the master with your poor technique?” Splinter scolded before leaping off the chair and spinning in the air, he gets behind his three sons and three them all into the bowls.

“Hot soup!”

Adriaen swiftly moved his head to the side when a stray bowl of noodles was flown in his direction. He then saw how the chair was unoccupied and sat down comfortably.

“Do not worry. Someday you will be great ninjas with a little practice…is something I would say if I were a liar." Splinter commented, making Mikey smile eagerly at his rat father. “That’s nice of you to say, Pop, but I’m tired of practicing." He complains which of course automatically had Raph perk up and agree with his younger brother.

“Yeah, we can be heroes like Lou Jitsu!"

Splinter upon hearing Raph’s declaration laughs and walks away, ���Nice try." He sassed under his breath, leaving the turtles be. Adriaen leans his arm against the armchair as he deadpans at the trio in front of him.

“We got the squillz, we got the tight colour-coordinated team look." Mikey stated, getting him and Raph hyped up for being heroes, both the orange and red masked brothers bump fists.

“Let’s do it!  Let’s go out and bust some bad guys!"

“Oh boy….” Adriaen rolls his eyes and shakes his head; he had a feeling of what was coming. Donnie quips in with his tablet in hand. “Yeah. I just feel like, you know, we need a case to get the juices flowing a little bit. You know, let’s see what the internet has to say about it, shall we…?” He informs before typing away on the tablet, while he was doing that, Raph and Mikey were overlooking the electronic device, curious to see what was happening on the screen.

Leo had quietly made his way into the room and when he saw Adriaen sitting down on the chair, he smirks to himself before making his way over and flopped himself over Adriaen’s lap.

”Huh? Leo, get off me.” The black masked turtle ordered, but Leo ignores him and sighs. “No way, you’re so comfortable. Plus, the view is amazing.” He grins, staring up at the confused turtle.

Leo winks as Mikey noticed the two and waved them to get their attention, which had worked. “Yo, Leo, Adriaen, we’re gonna be heroes!" He exclaims excitedly, “I don’t know. We don’t even know how to use our new weapons-“ Adriaen tried to reason but was interrupted when Leo pointed at Mikey lazily.

“Okay, what’s the plan? Solve the city’s rat problem?"

Splinter’s rat tail lashes out as he smacks Leo in the face, knocking the blue masked turtle off of Adriaen who couldn’t help smile in amusement as he stared down at him.

“Hey now. I am standing right here." Splinter warns when he heard the rat comment from Leo who groans and sat up, rubbing his head.

“Pfft, no way. We’re crime fighters!"

“Okay, check this out. The Spine Breaking Bandit!" Donnie announces, showing the others his tablet of crime throughout the city of New York. Raph immediately chuckles and nods.

“Yeah. Go big or go home!"

Leo quickly slides in between Mikey and Donnie, not looking amused by these criminals. “Yeah, go home on a stretcher. What else you got?" He questions making Donnie scroll through the media.

”Uh, okay, here’s something. The Long Island Mangler!"

Leo once again didn’t like the sound of that, this time he sets his hands on the screen and lowered it down so that Donnie and the others could look at him.

“Okay, Donnie. I appreciate you giving your best effort, but maybe we should save mangling and spine breaking for, I don’t know, our second day?"

His brothers stare at him for a moment as Adriaen crossed his arms listens. He knew that whatever he had to say about how bad of an idea this was going to be would go unheard.

“Mm, well, this one’s kind of lame. Someone stole paper from a delivery truck."

Adriaen raised an invisible brow at this strange crime, “Paper? Why would that be something to steal?” He questions, noticing how Leo snatches the tablet out of Donnie’s hands and strikes a pose.

“Not on my watch! That’s exactly the kind of junior level mischief we can put an end to."

“Really? That’ll make us heroes? But it’s only paper." Raph furrowed his eyes, unsure of this particular crime spree that Leo wanted to put to an end. Leo stiffens before muttering under his breath, turning away from Raph.

“It’s only paper?”

He starts laughing and repeats himself louder, “I’m so sorry. Adriaen, what did he just say? Did he say it’s only paper?" He inquired to the unamused and monotonous turtle who sat at the chair watching this ordeal happen.

“Yes he did.” Adriaen replies, knowing that Leo would just continued to hassle him if he didn’t answer him for this little dramatic moment.

“Did he say it’s only paper?"

“Yes, he did."

“Okay! That’s what they all say. You think the road to hero town is paved with real crime? No! It’s paved with the tears of the poor paper man. And who helps that guy? I’ll tell you who; we are who." Leo announces in dramatics before pacing back and forth in front of his brothers. Somehow, there was wind blowing by him, making him look even more unnecessary serious.

“Yes!"

Adriaen stands up to leave, maybe if he was quick enough, he could save himself from going on this wild goose chase. But he didn’t get out on time when Leo grabs his arm and twirled him into his chest, holding him close so he wouldn’t run off.

”Let us make haste my brethren! For we shall put a stop to these paper thieves!” He announces, raising a fist in the air as his three brothers cheer and run off to leave the lair.

”Do I seriously need to come along?” Adriaen puzzled, glancing up at Leo who lets him go and smiles charmingly. “Of course you do! I need you.” He informs, but the last part of his comment confused Adriaen who slightly tilts his head at him.

”What was that?”

”We need you! Yes, that’s what I…it’s uh, we…l-let’s just go!” Leo quickly tried to cover up his little slip up, but he was now aware and therefore stuttering and stumbling over his own words, so he starts heading out, following his brothers. 

Adriaen was just even more confused but didn’t question him about his strange behaviour and jogged after the others.

The turtles who were all now outside in the night of New York City were running across the city's rooftops, heading towards a paper shop that Donnie looked up directions for earlier. They finally stop on one roof to look down. Donnie using his goggles to look around for any signs of thieves.

“What kind of weirdo steals paper?"

“A dreamer. You look at a blank sheet and see nothing. They see possibilities…” Mikey dreamily sighs but was elbowed by Raph to stop him from talking as Donnie concentrated on finding this paper shop.

"There’s only one store they haven’t hit yet, and it is right over there…oh, convenient."

Raph grins and stands tall, “How ‘bout we go stealth and make ‘em wish they stole toilet paper?" He muses, jumping down to the streets. His brothers and even Adriaen gave a chuckle at his little comment, as they follow him down. 

The five mutants use the narrow alleyways to hold themselves up, noticing the two thieves holding stacks of paper and placing it in their van.

Those two look off…is that flames on their head?

Mikey lands on Raph’s shell which had him lose his grip and falls, making loud noise which caught the attention of the two thieves.

“Hmm?"

“Huh?"

Donnie, Leo and Adriaen jump down after Raph and Mikey, before charging at the thieves who were quick to make scarce.

"You two go left. Mikey and Adriaen, go right. I’ll take the roof and swoop down like a boss!"

Given their orders the gang splits up, Mikey and Adriaen taking the right direction. “There he is!” Adriaen announces, pointing at the larger man who was running away from them.

The large man turns a corner, Mikey throws his Kusari-fundo but it wraps around a fire hydrant and Mikey goes flying, still caught on the fire hydrant.

“Mikey!” Adriaen calls out to him, running on foot, he witnessed Mikey fly around the corner followed by him shouting and crashing into someone.

Adriaen turns the corner and was bewildered when he saw that Mikey crashed into Leo and Donnie, but what was surprising for him was the fact that there was no sign of these thieves.

"Where did they go…?"

Before anyone could get off of anyone in the pile, Raph who was on the rooftop had suddenly jumped off the top of a building directly above them.

“Swoopin’ like a boss!"

Adriaen widens his as he took a step back in order to not get caught in the crossfire, the others however were unsuccessful as Raph landed on the pile of his brothers. Even Adriaen winced a little as he felt a little bad for the ones under Raph.

The four go flying everywhere and the van that was being driven by the two strange looking thieves goes screeching around a corner, back door open and paper flying all over before disappearing into the streets.

"Uh, quick question. Did we seriously just get schooled by paper thieves?" Donnie spoke up with embarrassment and disbelief in his tone, "I don’t swoop like a boss. I swoop like a noob." Raph pouted at himself, and Mikey sits up looking defeated.

"Man, this seemed like a really cool idea until we didn’t succeed at it."

Adriaen who was standing by, walks over to check over everyone. “Tell me about it.” He agrees, helping Donnie sit up.

Leo was the first to stand up with magical sword resting over shoulder, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Where’d everyone go?” He quizzed, pointing towards Mikey with the pommel of his sword.

“Mikey, where’s your…legendary optimism?”

Mikey groans in response as Leo then turns to point at Raph who was sulking, “Raph, where’s your, ya know, your go-getter attitude?” Leo shakes him by the shoulder before heading over to Donnie and Adriaen.

“And Donnie, where’s your…your thing, your – emotionless passion?"

The purple masked turtle had his head down and replied very quietly and emotionless. 

“Here."

Leo pouts and glanced to Adriaen who shook his head at him, quietly telling him that these guys were discouraged at the moment. So Leo decided to brighten up the others by getting them hyped up once more.

"We can still catch these lame old paper crooks and be heroes!"

“Yeah, that’s gonna be hard. This was the last paper store in town." Donnie concluded but Adriaen saw the devious smile plastered on Leon’s face, indicating he came up with an idea. No doubt a dumb one at that.

"Hmm…or was it?"

“Yeah, I…I literally just said that."

”Guys I have an idea. But we need supplies.” Leo briefly informs before running off to gather the supplies, the other turtles blink but follow after Leo, watching him find some cardboard in the streets.

”Okay, we need tape, markers and….oh, a bunch of salami!” Leo orders, looking proud of his idea that he was wanting to create.

”A bunch of what now?” Adriaen repeats slightly, his mind puzzled at whatever Leo was coming up with. But the others didn’t seem to question it and went off to grab the equipment they needed.

“Adriaen, you and I are gonna collect some more cardboard.” Leo informs, smiling before grabbing the black masked turtles hand and dragging him along the streets.

After a while of collecting what they needed and slicing the salami that Donnie had somehow managed to get in such a short time, the five built their very own 'paper' store in hopes of tricking these thieves.

A sign on cardboard wall entrance wall outside, reads ‘Leo’s Paper Hut’. Which had Leo smile broadly in proudness as Adriaen stared in unimpressed silence.

”Is this even going to work…?” He muttered, having Leo chuckle and pat his shoulder to walk on by and into the hut. Donnie pops partway out of the makeshift door and slides the advertisement board into place on the sidewalk before turning to Leo who was tying up the last stack of salami.

“Do you really think that this is going to hook the thieves?  The only paper we have is made from salami which is round. Paper is not round." 

“Yes, it’ll work. You and Adriaen need to relax.” He assured before narrowing his eyes at Raph who was busy eating the stack of salami.

”Raph stop eating the plan!"

Raph grunts as he chews off a chunk of salami, “This isn’t gonna work.” Adriaen noted out loud to himself, watching Raph chewing on the food. The door to their “business” opens up, finding out to be April walking in with a smile.

“Hi, I’m here for the job interview…aw no.”

She looks ahead and groans upon seeing her turtle mutant friends. Mikey pops up from behind the cash register wearing a fake nose and waves at her.

“Man, I thought it was weird to have a job interview at midnight."

“Who the heck even called her?” Adriaen asks, looking at Donnie who whistles and makes himself busy.

“Ah, Miss…O’Neil.” Mikey greeted, clipboard in hand but the sound of a car approaching and then car lights flash across them makes Mikey quickly duck behind the counter.

“Ah, customers!"

Mikey quickly pops out from under counter and startles April who had no idea what was happening.

“April, you’re hired! Just follow the sales script and remember the customer is always right unless they’re a psychotic paper thief."

"Ah, okay."

The turtles were quick to retreat in a box, much to Adriaen’s dismay as it was claustrophobic in this tight box, Leo pressing up behind him, making the blue masked turtle blush and internally panic at his closeness.

“We’ll be in the back."

Adriaen tried to see through the poked out holes to keep an eye on April but it was too tiny to make out what was happening, so he and the others had to listen.

"Welcome to Leo’s Paper Hut. Can I interest you in our…ah! Mm-mm-mm!"

Well that can’t be good.

“What is ‘mm-mm-mm’?” Mikey huffs out, looking down at the card in his hand, “She’s supposed to say…paper!" He informs, and Adriaen could in this tight space he would face palm.

The turtles grunt and finally Raph broke the cardboard box, and everyone was able to breathe, Adriaen landed on the ground after being shoved and pushed around by Raph and the others when they were trying to find a way out of the small box.

“Ugh…”

Leo quickly helped him up and dusted him off from any dirt. “Thanks.” Adriaen grumbled but nods to Leo in appreciation who gave a warm smile back.

They all heard muffling and look up to find April tied up and suspended from the ceiling. “April! The salami paper!  It’s gone!" Mikey exclaims in shock and concern; Adriaen perks up at the sound of an engine starting. He opens the makeshift door to see the van from earlier backing up, turning around and driving away with the tires screeching.

"No way!"

Leo yells in annoyance, he grunts and kicks the advertising board, which then had the cardboard exterior fall down.

“Mm! Mm!” April thrashed around in the air before the binding comes undone and she drops to the ground, letting out a monotone “ow.”

"This was supposed to be easy. How do we keep losing these clowns?” Leo grumbles, hands on hip in thought, but Donnie then laughs briefly, “Leo, do you really think I would have let you make salami paper without putting a tracer in it?" He muses, pressing a button on his gauntlet.  

Something starts beeping in Raph’s stomach, making his stomach growl. Raph gasps and looks down in shock and embarrassment, even the others were surprised by the beeping noise coming from Raph.

“It’s okay. I put two."

“Of course you did.” Adriaen blinks at Donnie’s smart mind of putting in two tracking devices in the salami. Upon knowing the thieves location, the turtles were quick to act and chase after the van.

They arrive at a shipyard, watching the van pull up as the thieves unload their cargo. Adriaen looks through the binoculars to keep an eye on them.

"Okay guys, this is our moment. They may have given us the slip before…” Leo admits but was corrected by Mikey, “Twice before!” He jumps up, causing Leo to slightly frown on brief annoyance at the correction.

“Thank you, Mikey. Twice before, but now we’ve got them cornered and there’s nothing that can stop us."

Adriaen hums, focusing on the two strangers who place the paper via conveyor belt to put them in the ship. “Let’s go before they’re done unloading.” Adriaen suggests, standing tall and giving back the binoculars to Leo who puts them back into his pouch. The turtles swiftly made their way unseen, going to a door on the side of the ship, Raph spins the hatched wheel on the door before opening it and rolling in first, thudding into a wall. Then Leo cartwheels inside and Raph rolls past him, slamming into something before rising.  

Adriaen shakes his head with a soft sigh as he casually walks in. Once everyone was inside, they stare down through an open hatch into the hull of the ship. Below them, the two thieves stand amongst piles and piles of stolen paper. 

Leo leaps into the hull first, followed by everyone else who stood in fighting stances.

“Okay, twerp and…” 

Leo paused when the larger man turns around to face him, “…surprisingly big man. It’s five against two, so what say we just call it a day, right?" Leo suggested with slight sarcasm in his tone.

"Whoa! They’ve got footprints on their faces!" Mikey points out, and he wasn’t wrong, these people had large red foot marks on their faces and on top of their heads were flames.

"Uh, are those flames on their heads?"

“Feels like a real hazard for a paper thief."

Adriaen narrowed his orbs and nudged Leo lightly to get his attention, “I think they’re from that hidden city. Or something like those two demon guys from the construction site.” He informs in which Leo blinks and smiled as he nods in agreement.

”Say, you’re right. And that is why you are needed with us on these adventures.”

The large man suddenly points at them, before he threatens them.

”You! I’m gonna grind your bones with my fists."

The smaller and scrawny looking guy perked up at his comrade in interest. "Ooh, that’s inspired. We’re both gonna grind your bones." He declares out, his voice sounding very hoarse and dry.

”Do you need a lozenge?” Adriaen lightly sassed out, making Leo and Donnie snort at his comment, it was a bit rare for Adriaen to make jokes in a fight. "Right. Listen, bubs. Before we put our footprints on your faces, we gotta ask, what’s with all the paper?" Raph changed the attention onto him, but the two strange men didn’t respond to him in words. Instead, the smaller guy grabs a sheet of paper and quickly begins folding it, when he was done, he holds up a paper origami of a ninja.

"Yay, arts and crafts!" Mikey squeaks in excitement, but Adriaen tilts his head in puzzlement when he then saw the paper ninja being thrown at them.

It transforms in midair, becoming alive and as large as Raph.

“Whoa!"

“What the heck?” Adriaen hissed out, watching the paper ninja rush at them. They all dive out of the way, leaving Raph behind to defend for himself.

"Huh?"

The ninja slams into him, knocking Raph back against a wall and leaving a crater behind him.

“Uh, hey, maybe we should fight now and register our amazement later?" Donnie suggested out loud as Adriaen nods in agreement, “I’m with him on that.” He informed, taking out his magic based kama’s.

Leo was the first to charge at the ninja. Swinging his sword at it with a powerful strike but to his surprise it explodes into confetti.

"What?"

It took a second for the others to realise that also slashed the laker guy and the confetti was falling down on them, scared that they thought the confetti was blood, they all began groaning and spitting and swinging their arms as the particles rain down on them.

Adriaen stood there, knowing that it was just paper as he deadpans at the four brothers who were freaking out.

"Guys…guys!"

Adriaen yells at them, which they stop and turn to him. “It’s only confetti.” The black masked turtle assured, placing his hands that held his kama's on his hip.

"Huh. Oh yeah."

"Paper viscera."

The strange thieves start forming more paper ninjas in a quick fashion, throwing  a handful at the turtles, in which they all poof in midair to become full sized. Raph leaps at them, jumping and kicking and destroying them. 

Mikey, who found his way to the balcony, swings his own weapon and destroys a ninja. But one other paper ninja grabs the cord and yanks Mikey towards it.

"Whoa!”

Mikey get hits to the ground with a groan, two more ninjas come at him, and he swings the Kusari-fundo upwards. It wraps around a pipe and lifts him up. He managed to spin around and shreds the ninjas, then shoots an okay symbol with his hand. 

Leo on the balcony also, was fighting his own ninjas, going backwards as he slices the ninjas coming at him. 

Leo jumps down on a stack of papers as a landing pad before noticing Adriaen fighting two paper ninjas that were trying to take a hit at him, but he was agile and fast, jumping and flipping around them, as he crossed his Kama's in a “X” position before pouncing at the ninja and slicing them apart.

“We’re getting nowhere fighting these guys.  We gotta take out the source." Leo calls out, gesturing to the two thieves who observed the chaos.

Leo leaps towards the larger one, who also has a sword. Their swords clash as they both try to slice the other, but Leo slides away in time.

“Okay. You think you’re pretty good, huh?"

"Indeed."

Leo narrowed his eyes as he performs a roundhouse kick at his opponents face. But unfortunately, the brute grabs his ankle, shoves it down, and then kicks Leo across the room and into a stack of paper.

“You are good…”

Adriaen who witnessed the attack, shouts out to him in concern, “Leo!” He yells before running over to protect him from incoming attacks since he was vulnerable.

He comes to a halt and kneels down to Leo, putting down his kamas to help Leo sit up, he groans and rubs his head. “I’m going to feel that tomorrow.” He grumbled to himself under his breath.

Paper begins whirling in a cyclone around the two thieves, causing the turtles to watch on in shock and puzzlement.

"What?"

The paper forms into a huge ninja that growls at them.

"Uh..."

The ninja reaches down towards Leo and Adriaen who stare in surprise. Adriaen scooped up his kama's that he left on the ground to defend him and Leo, but he was too slow as he and Leo were scooped up together in one hand.

The two strain themselves, grunting when the ninja grips them tighter.

"Leo! Adriaen! Donnie, it’s pinata time!" Raph yells in concern for his two mutant comrades before glancing at Donnie who nods in agreement.

All three charge at the paper ninja, who hits the floor with its free hand, trying to punch them, but they dodge. When the fist that’s holding Leo and Adriaen comes down, Donnie and Mikey pounce on it. 

They strain to hold on as the large paper ninja growls and grabs them in its other hand.

"Uh. Huh?"

“I should’ve stayed in my room.” Adriaen grunts, sweating slightly at how tight the ninja was holding him. 

Raph looks from the ninja to the two thieves, seeing the smaller man chuckling and smashing his fists together. When he does that so does the huge ninja, copying his movements.

The four trapped turtles are all groaning as Raph runs in headstrong.

The brute jumps in front of his smaller comrade to protect as Raph plows into them, activating his force field. He grabs both of them and swings them around several times before releasing them. They fly, screaming across the ship and hit a wall, both out cold. Raph was stunned at the magic he activated, looking with surprise at his tonfa, then looks up.

“Huh. Ah!"

The huge paper ninja starts to fall, releasing the five mutants. It crashes and paper goes whooshing in all directions, much of it spilling off the ship. Adriaen groans when he landed inside the paper on the ship, before wincing when the ships horn blasts. 

“Huh?"

The two strangers grunt as they push up through the paper pile, as the larger guy quickly forms an origami swan, realising his mistake, he begins manipulating the paper again.

Adriaen narrowed his eyes and quickly scanned the area, he looks up and an idea came to his head. “That’s it…water!” He exclaims to himself as he looks to Mikey.

“Mikey, the sprinklers!"

“I’m on it!"

The youngest turtle flings his weapon at a sprinkler head, the sphere flames on and causes the sprinkler to activate. Alarms sound and water rains down on the paper to make it soggy and unusable.

"You may have shredded our plans for now. But next time, you will feel the fury of a thousand feet!"

"Ooh, you’re on fire today!"

Chuckling, he makes a form with the salami and tosses it at the turtles. A dripping, sloppy form stalks towards them.

”That’s gross…” Adriaen commented, looking away slightly as the others also complain.

“Ew! That’s nightmare fuel, man!"

Suddenly it splats to the ground into hundreds of individual salami slices.

"Okay, salami origami doesn’t work."

Raph blinks before looking up and flinching in surprise when he saw the two strangers no longer in the ship anymore.

"Hey, look. They vanished."

“Then what are we looking at?"

It was silence afterwards, as the boys sigh and try to find themselves a way out of this salami and paper infested room.

Raph had other plans since he was eyeballing at the pile of salami.

“Oh. What is that? Don’t do it." Leo mumbles as he and the others notice Raph getting closer to the meat. Leo, Donnie and Adriaen were the main three to voice out their disgust and try to Raph.

"No…”

“Don’t do it. Don’t do it."

“That’s just nasty…”

“Don’t do it."

“No. Raph, no!"

“Oh!"

Raph scoops up a handful of salami, ready to eat it. Donnie tried getting his attention, "Look at me. No!” He scolds but it was too late as Raph stuffs the salami in his mouth.

“No!"

Mikey stuck his tongue out in disgust, "Ugh! Gross! Ugh. Oh." He complains, Raph looked at the others in confusion.

"What? Five-second rule!"

Adriaen shakes his head and his face scrunched up slightly in disgust. “That’s just disgusting…” He noted, but soon Mikey changed the conversation and looked at the others.

"So…does this count as a win?"

"Well, I don’t know. Let’s think about it. Did the bad guys get their big supply of paper? Uh, no. Did they build their army of soldiers?” Leo replies with confidence as he shakes his head and continued to finish his little speech.

“No. No, they didn’t. Are they otherwise thwarted, and we unscathed?"

“Yes!" The brothers cheer as Adriaen crossed his arms in amusement and had a little smile on his face, sure it was a weird mission but Leo was right that they managed to put a stop to it.

“Hero mission accomplished, my friends!"

“Yeah!"

The brothers all start rolling around on the paper together, cheering for their victory, while Adriaen was also happy that they won the battle, he wasn’t going to roll around in the soggy paper and salami. But Leo had other plans as he snuck up beside Adriaen and jumped on his back, causing Adriaen to lose balance and fall back.

”Ugh! Leo!”

”Haha!”

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A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER.  

Leo and Adriaen be running to each other when the other is hurt-

Part 1/episode 1 here

Next chapter here

[tyo-mimt]

1/36. @tmnt-event-blog

Everyone gets sick. Including Raph.

"Thanks for fetching the meds for us, Raph."

"Ohh, you got takeout for us, too?"

Hmm, what time was it?

"Aww, should've let me tag along. I bounced back fast~!"

"You were the one who got us sick in the first place, Nardo."

Only six? Man, Raph needed to get more sleep.

Leo put on a veneer of faux hurt, his hand to his plastron, "Oh, how you wound me, Don Ton. Alas, I never asked you to help."

"Scoff, if we didn't help, you'd whine about us not nursing you back to health."

Were their voice getting more fuzzy or was it just him?

"Excuse you! I am perfectly capable of being independent, even if I'm horribly sick."

"Okay, anyone who's still sick, go back to bed," Raph groaned.

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten sick."

"I'm Raph, and Raph doesn't get sick when his brothers need him."

Leo inched to Donnie's side, voice intentionally loud enough for everyone (including Raph) to hear, "Two pizza slices says he'll flop over and pass out when he leaves."

"I heard that."

"What? That's what happened to everyone else!" Leo raised his hands in defense.

"Well, unlike everyone else, Raph's responsible for all of you. No one's dying on my watch!"

"Raph, chillax! It's just the common cold."

"Yes, the common cold... On superpowered mutant turtles with a vastly different immune system from humans."

"Yeah, what Mikey said, it's still just a common cold," Raph affirmed, arms crossed; he ignored the growing nausea from the sudden motion, "And Raph won't rest until all of you are back in tip-top shape!"

"All right, whatever you say, big brother," Leo grinned, hopping up from where he sat on the bed to give Raph a pat on the shoulder, "I'll get us all some water."

"No, you stay here; Raph's got it!"

As he stood, a sudden burst of vertigo struck him. He wobbled a little, failing to steady himself on his feet. His head hit the ground, much faster than he's used to.

There was darkness...

Then...

"Raph."

No. Sleep.

"Raph."

Weird, he was feeling a little hot.

"Raphie!"

Why was breathing so hard?

"Raph-a-doodle!"

The next person calling him is getting decked.

"Bossman!"

He punched upward only for his fist to flail in the air.

"Hey! As if your sick butt's coordinated enough to find my face," Leo's voice was even more disorienting when muffled, "No more faking sleep, up-up: it's soup time."

"Yeesh, this is the last time we're letting you take care of us when we get sick," Leo sighed, "Come on, big guy."

Brearily blinking the drowsiness out of his eyes, Raph sat up.

Oh, no, that was too fast.

Leaning back on the palm of his hand, he steadied himself before focusing on his limited, blurry vision. On his left, he made out a silhouette; a lighter shade of green, blue mask, red and yellowish stripes, holding a red half-circle. Oh, Leo holding soup. He could suddenly recall what happened before.

When he balanced himself enough to hold himself upright, Raph took the bowl of soup from Leo's hand, feeling the same limb reach out and pat him on the shoulder. "There we go, you feeling better?"

It tasted bland, a far cry from the soup he was used to Mikey making. The snapping turtle put the bowl down, finding it difficult to form his words through a sore throat; it's a miracle he managed to murmur some semblance of a "yes". Maybe that was enough.

Leo sighed in relief, taking the empty bowl. "All right-y, back to bed. Try not to punch Donnie when it's his turn to give you Mikey's soup."

The snapping turtle nodded, grunting a quiet affirmation, drowsiness flooding his mind once again. As he heard the sound of footsteps leaving his room, Raph let a grateful smile carry him through his rest.

[miss-andromeda]

Just Too Soft For All Of It

Universe: TMNT 2012

Turtle of Choice: Donatello

Prompts: “I’ll stay with you.” and “Do you have enough pillows?”

Song Inspiration: Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift

Non-canon, just a sweet little sickfic this time around. 🩷

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‘Sorry, hon. Don’t think I can make it tonight, I’ve got the flu 😭’ Andi’s sniffles reverberated throughout the apartment as she sent Donnie the message, then stuffed her face with her pillow as she closed her eyes. Quite frankly, she felt absolutely miserable. Sure, she had taken some medicine that morning and did her best to rest, but it didn’t completely wipe away the congestion, the headache, the coughing, everything that was wracking her system.

And the unfinished work on her desk was taunting her. Not just her work for school, but her own projects; working on her androids, fixing any bugs in her gun…all sitting there, practically collecting dust.

She hated the flu.

When her phone vibrated next to her, she groaned and opened her eyes, lazily leaning over to grab it and check who it was.

But when she saw ‘Professor 💜’ and Donnie’s message, she couldn’t help but to crack a smile. Always the worryer when it came to her.

‘Aw, it’s alright, we can reschedule for when you’re feeling better. And speaking of which, have you taken any medicine? Keeping up with fluids? Do you feel nauseous at all? Do you want me to come over to take care of you?’

Before she could even respond, though, she got another message from him. 

‘Never mind, I’m coming over right now. Keep your window open for me, please. And besides, fresh air is good for the respiratory system. I’ll see you in a few minutes, enchantress 🩷’

She threw a cursory glance towards her open window and closed her eyes in relief. She did not feel like getting out of bed just to open a window.

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And before she knew it, soft tapping could be heard (so as not to startle her) as Donnie carefully climbed in through the window, giving her the softest smile that he could muster. “Hey, you.”

Andi managed a weak smile at him, tugging the covers closer to her. “Hi.” Her voice was raspy and weak, making Donnie’s look turn sympathetic. 

“Okay, so you don’t sound good, which I kind of figured already. How’re you feeling? Have you taken medicine in the past few hours? Are you keeping up with fluids? Have you eaten at all today?”

She sniffled a few times, then grabbed a tissue from her nightstand and blew her nose, before letting out a ‘bleh.’ “Um…I took my first dose about, um…3 hours ago, I have my third glass of water here-” She then weakly gestured to the full glass of water next to her. “-and, uh…I haven’t really been that hungry.” She admitted, making Donnie ‘hm’ as he sat next to her.

“Have you felt nauseous at all today? Because you should really eat something, even if it’s simple like some toast.”

Andi sniffled again as she leaned against him. “I mean…a little? Like, it’s not often and I could probably get away with eating something, but…” She then whined as she rested her hand against her head, her headache coming back in full force. “...it just hurts to move.”

Donnie frowned this time, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “How ‘bout I make you something? Like, some soup with some saltine crackers.” He suggested, making Andi hum in thought before nodding. 

“There, um-” She was interrupted by a coughing fit, making Donnie rub her back and reach over to grab her glass of water. When it stopped, she took the glass and sipped a bit, sighing in relief. “There are some cans of chicken soup in the cupboard, a-and saltines are in the, uh…the pantry.” She told him. 

He smiled at her and stood up, helping her lay back down. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He promised her, but before he went to leave, he wanted to make sure she was as comfortable as possible before he left her on her lonesome…again. “Do you need me to bring you anything else? Do you have enough pillows? Do you need any more medicine?”

Andi weakly smiled at him as she slightly shook her head. “I-I’m fine, Don. Just-” She was interrupted by her stomach growling, making Donnie smile at her. 

He got the message.

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“Andi?”

Carefully balancing the tray table with one hand, Donnie softly tapped on her bedroom door so as not to scare her. And when he was met with a raspy ‘come in, hon,’ he couldn’t help but to smile to himself as he pushed open the door. Andi was still in the same position she was laying in before; slightly curled up under her blanket and with a miserable look on her face.

When she saw him, though, her face softened as she weakly sat up, then gave him an appreciative smile as he placed the tray on her lap. “Thanks, Don.” She sat up slowly, then watched as he set the tray down in front of her. Once he sat next to her and pushed her hair back, she melted under his touch as she picked up the spoon, blowing gently before sipping at the soup. It was still hot, but there was something familiar and comfortable about it. It reminded her of when her dad would take care of her when she was sick. His signature was the same chicken soup in the kitchen, with some ginger ale and crackers, and it never failed to make her smile.

So to see Donnie make the same thing made her heart flutter. It was like he knew or something.

“Good?” He asked with a tinge of hope in his voice, and when she only smiled at him, that was his answer right there.

“You’re too good to me sometimes.” Andi only mumbled as she kissed the nape of his neck, before going back to sipping her soup. 

Donnie only shook his head, putting an arm around her to rub her back. “I disagree, I think I’m the right amount of good to you.”

Thankfully, she swallowed the spoonful before going into a giggling fit. “W-What does tha-” She was interrupted by a coughing fit, making him instinctively grab the glass of water and hold it to her lips.

Once she grabbed the water herself and drank for a few seconds, she held the glass in her lap and reduced her giggling to a little smile. “What does that even mean?”

Donnie shrugged, a playful smile threatening to form. “I don’t really know, but it got you to laugh, didn’t it?”

Andi rolled her eyes, the smile never fading. “Y-You’re-” Once again, another coughing fit, making her go back to drinking her water. “-an idiot.”

Now he was smirking at her, rubbing her back again. “Then you’re dating an idiot.”

She leaned over and set the half-full glass of water back on her nightstand, before going back to her soup. “I know.” She only replied before taking another spoonful.

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After more playful banter, Andi’s meal was finished. The bowl and small plate were placed on the nightstand, next to the nearly-empty glass, and she found herself curled into Donnie’s side as he gently caressed her side. He had moved the DVD player from the living room to her bedroom and connected it to the small TV there, then put on a movie for the two of them to watch - mostly to serve as background noise so Andi could fall asleep. 

She let out a meek yawn, before closing her eyes and snuggling closer to him. But before she could fall asleep like she wanted, he grabbed the bottle of medicine and the cup she had been using and poured one more dose, before whispering to her, “Hon, you’ve got to take one more. Then you can sleep for as long as you want, okay?”

She whined out protests, but conceded nonetheless, slipping out of his arms and sitting up. She hastily grabbed the cup and downed the medicine (while nearly coughing it out,) before finishing off the glass of water and letting out a ‘bleh’ as she stuck her tongue out. “Ugh, hate that stuff…” She groaned, making Donnie smile at her childishness. It was rare to see her act like that; it only ever really came out when she was sick.

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t need to take anymore for the rest of the day.” He assured her, kissing her warm cheek and letting her snuggle back into him. And when she only yawned again, he held back a laugh as he grabbed the white throw blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over her. 

“I’ll stay with you.” He whispered to her, leaving another kiss on the top of her head. “Just sleep, hon. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He added, not missing the little smile on her face as she closed her eyes, relaxing against him. 

And once he heard her soft snores, he brushed some hair out of her face and left one more kiss on her head. “I mean it, Andi.” He mumbled softly to her, his gaze haphazardly landing on the movie. 

“I’m always gonna be here.”

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STS Takeover: November Edition! Here and in full force 🩷

@thelaundrybitch @ithinkmonstersarebeautiful @leosgirl82 @tinkabelle19 @kikithedreamerwriter @jasminarts01 @raphsmuneca @happymoonangel @android-cap-007 @margoteve

[keefwho]

May 30 - 2024 Thursday

10:36pm

5/10

Last night I recorded a good morning voice message for DS because I felt like it. Doing small little things like that is important for me because usually I'd refrain in case its too silly or something. My prompt yesterday was "let your voice be heard" and I did, literally. Its a very small thing but the intent behind it is large.

This morning I took the dogs out and showered. I made a frozen breakfast sandwich for lunch but I cut up my own onions for it and applied some hot sauce. Usually I'd eat something with it to help it agree with my tummy but I figured I could without because I wanted to eat small meals today since I've been up a couple pounds. My body handled it okay it seems. I had watched a sorta beginner art course video that explained using large areas and then using ovals to define planes easily which is exactly what i've been doing on my own.

To warm up today, I filled in all the little space left on my sketch sheet with rough gestures. Then I finished a YCH edit, did a YCH for 57, and readied a couple commissions for next month.

After work I spent time before lunch contacting people, doing some chores, and tending to my patreon. It was a very productive hour. For lunch I made soup and a grilled cheese. I gave myself ample time to chill and take a break since I actually felt like I earned it. Unfortunately I didn't know what I wanted to chill with so I watched an unsatisfying stream. The guy I like watching lately has starting playing CS:GO and similar games which actually melt my brain to watch. It's soooooo boring.

I finished this Celestia AI redraw I was working on this afternoon and worked on this Zelda drawing I had on the backburner. I asked TK if she wanted to call but she wasn't up for it today so I joined BR's server vc even though it was empty. I really needed to socialize because so few people have been around lately in general. BT joined but he's kinda weird and info dumps about stuff. Also nearly pulled me into the drama he's in surrounding other server members that I know nothing about. I also worked on my pony avatar for an hour.

After work I left the VC to play Cities Skylines. I got a couple new mods that might be crashing the game so I think I'll remove them. Admittedly I barely planned on using them. I asked DS if she wanted to chill and we did. I played Cities for a bit until it crashed, trying to relax and just have fun instead of making it feel like a chore or exercise. I realize I should be opening google earth and looking up locations for inspiration. It usually makes it very fun but feels like "cheating" as stupid as that sounds. Its the kind of mindset I want to let go of for any game I play. Its just a GAME I am PLAYing. Anyways she put on the 4 current episodes of season 2 of Smiling Friends which was a blast. Then we watched highlights of Oneyplays roasting the Nostalgia Critic and I suggested we watch a video of his so I have better context of who he actually is. I've always heard about him but never watched him. Then we did our puzzles before she headed off to bed since she has to wake up extra early tomorrow. I looked back on our evening feeling bad that I was so mellow and uninteresting. Its because I don't have anything on my mind to talk about lately with anyone really. Like I haven't taken in any new information to use. Its also possible I'm not treating myself with enough respect to speak my mind. Maybe I'm just thinking about things I don't think are worth sharing. Or maybe it's okay to have nothing on my mind really so I can just enjoy whatever is happening.

I tried playing some Roblox but my internet was cutting out like 1 out of every 3 minutes. I joined BR's server where they were watching the old ninja turtles movie which they still are as I write this.

My parents got home today so I don't have to tend to the dogs anymore. I did very good work today which I'm proud of, I have no regrets about my work ethic today. I just hope I can get out of this social rut, I don't feel like Im building relationships at all.

[starsfic]

I will write a full fic of my TMNT but here’s my first draft of Splinter’s intro.

-_-

Now, there was an unspoken rule about the TV room.

Those who reserved it for the night got it for the night, no ifs or buts about it. It was a system that Donnie himself had put it in after too many fights. And now he was regretting it, seeing the name on the chart.

Pops

Their dad was busy in the kitchen but he had a sense for anyone going into the TV room when it was his night. What was even worse was the fact that the Do Not Touch cabinet was right there! The little compass thingy was right in front!

“Okay,” Leo whispered. “How about we just sneak across? It’ll be really fast, he’ll never know!”

“No way! I’m surprised he hasn’t come to find us yet!” Raph said. Their dad’s trouble-sensing sense was ice cold. “Maybe we should-”

“What are you doing?”

The five of them yelped, whirling around. Splinter stood over them, in the taller form, holding a spoon. His brow was raised. “Dad!” Leo said immediately, grin bright. “Hi! How are you, how’s the soup?”

He received a brow raise. “I was about to ask Orange his opinion of the soup.” Mikey, the chef of the family, beamed at the mention of him. “My son?” Immediately, the orange turtle nodded and took the spoon. He sent a wink to his brothers as he headed into the kitchen.

Casey stood up. “Hey, Pops, so…listen,” Splinter crossed his arms as they struggled to figure out what to say. “Can we borrow the TV room? For…an hour? Leo took a really cool video of him doing a dunk shot!” Leo paled but managed a nod, pulling out his phone and starting to scroll. Splinter had seen almost all of his dunk shot videos, but hopefully, he could-

“Sorry, kids, not tonight. Scorpion Treadmill starts soon,” Splinter said, patting Leo’s head. “And I heard there’s going to be a big plot twist. You kids can show me tomorrow.”

But they couldn’t. They had no idea where April was or if she would be safe until tomorrow. “Hey, Dad?” Mikey called from the kitchen before someone could accidentally leak this out. “Is this chicken soup?”

“No, it’s miso. Why?”

“Because it tastes like chicken.”

A look of panic formed at the mention of chicken flavor. “Ah, baka, did I put the right stock in-? Hold on Orange!” Splinter hurried into the kitchen, panicked mumbling started to form as Mikey strolled out, looking cool and confident.

Donnie grinned at the opportunity and ran to the cabinet, plucking the compass. “Go, go, go!” he hissed as he ran past the kitchen. The others followed, leaving Splinter panicking over his soup.

He would be fine. They would get him a pizza to make up for panicking him.

[milkytheholy1]

You’re not gross

Request: well can you do a rottmnt leo x reader were Leo is sick?

A/N: Hope this is okay, sorry it's taking me so long to get requests out I've just been busy with other stuff. The next story to come out will be a Donnie x reader request, again requests are open and I do any version of the turtles.

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You'd been staring at your phone for over an hour, watching as the little digital numbers ticked on. Every notification that wasn't his name sent a groan from your lips, leaning your head back on your couch you sighed and closed your eyes. Taking in the sounds from the open living room window, the honking of the classic New York traffic, the hooting of countless pigeons, the sirens going off in the distance. Stretching your limbs out you finally decided to get up and head to the lair for answers.

"Donnie make sure you clean that, I don't want anyone else getting sick." You had heard Raph's voice first, with your interests peaked you popped your head around the lair's entrance taking in the sight of the two turtles. "Hey, guys." You waved as you approached them, Raph grinned widely while Donnie gave you a simple "Hey."

"(Y/N) I didn't think you were coming in today, not that you're not welcome any day or anything," Raph started stumbling over his words, his hands moving furiously trying to stress his hospitality. Donnie looked up from his tech-gauntlet his eyebrows furrowed in confusion "Weren't you meant to be hanging out with your friends today?" Your smile quickly changed into a frown "Friend, and yeah I was meant to be hanging with Leo today but he didn't show up at my apartment. No calls or texts or anything."

Raph and Donnie started eyeing each other, their faces showed that they knew something you didn't "What?" You asked suddenly suspicious of the two, Raph approached you throwing an arm around you and dragging you to the kitchen "No-nothing, c'mon let's get something to eat you must be hungry." Looking over your shoulder you saw Donnie yelling into his phone, he felt your intense gaze and looked up, he immediately smiled and waved nervously to you before running to what you assume was the direction of his lab. Looking back at Raph you noticed the sweat that had started dripping from his bandana "Raph, where's Leo?"

"Leo? Who's Leo? Never met a Leo in my life." He wasn't looking at you he kept his gaze on the kitchen entrance his smile constantly framing his face. Your mouth dropped slightly at his response "Leo as in your brother, you know, the one that you've lived with all your life."

"OOOhhhh that Leo!" He yelled removing his arm from your shoulders and trying to 'casually' lean against the cool metal surface on the island next to him. "Erm, he-he had to step out for a quick sec but I'm sure he'll be back in no time!" He smiled cheerily. Abruptly, Mikey walked into the kitchen his shell to you and Raph, completely unaware of your presence.

"OKAY LEO YOUR SOUP WILL BE READY IN A MINUTE!" He yelled back into the hallway, you turned to Raph glaring at him. His sweat was now forming a puddle under him, he grabbed Mikey by the shell dragging him over to you. "HA HA HA, gee Mikey that sure was a funny joke pretending that Leo was in the lair and all." He lied. Mikey looked to him confused pointing a finger back to the hall "What are you talking about he's in his ro-MPHM" Raph slapped a hand over Mikey's mouth muffling the poor turtle, "That's it, if he doesn't want to see me then I'll just have to see him." You marched past the two teens and started making your way to Leo's room, in the kitchen, you could hear Raph and Mikey bickering.

"Nice going now (Y/N)s going to find out."

"Well, how was I supposed to know he didn't want them to know."

"He told us he didn't want them to know, but now they knows and he's going to know that it was us that told them!"

"Maybe we should tell him that we didn't know that they shouldn't know because then he can't blame us for them knowing what they're not meant to know?"

"Forget it we gotta stop them before Leo kills us."

"He can't kill us we're brothers."

Raph and Mikey had quickly ran after you, Mikey leapt to your legs his shell scratching across the concrete as he grappled his fingers around your ankles. You knew Raph could have easily picked you up but for some reason, he chose to grab your left arm gently trying to pull you back. You dragged Mikey across the floor as you made your way to Leo's door, raising a fist to knock the door suddenly opened revealing Donnie. His eyes were wide as he stared at you, pushing you slightly so he could close the door behind him, he moved his tall frame to block any view to Leo's room.

"Donnie, what's going on? Why doesn't Leo want to see me? Did I do something wrong?" You asked your voice wavering slightly, Donnie shared a sympathetic look with his brothers behind you and simply sighed, he stepped aside giving you access to the door "Go ahead and (Y/N)," He placed a hand on your shoulder sending you a reassuring smile "Leo doesn't hate you, you have nothing to be worried about."

"Thanks, D."

The brothers had left you to rip into Leo, in all honesty, they didn't understand why Leo didn't just tell you what's wrong. They all knew that their brother had harboured feelings for you since you first met, you'd do everything together, spend all your free time either sat in the lair or back at your apartment. He'd come to you to test out his one-liners and sometimes he'd be bold and flirt a little, you'd ring him late at night telling him about the stress of school and he'd always calm you down by praising every little thing you ever did. It was a great friendship, one might say to the untrained eye you were already a couple, but in reality, you were forever trapped in the friendzone.

Taking steady steps into the room you could hear some sniffling and a few coughs, the room was mainly dark except for the fairy lights that hung above his figure shelf. Casting your gaze down you could make out a lump in the bed, tissues were littered over the floor you grimaced as you saw the bin overflowing with them. A glass of water was placed on his bedside along with some crackers and medicine, manoeuvring past the snot-ridden projectiles you clambered your way to Leon's bed. "Leo?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The blue quilt cover started to crease further as the lump moved "Donnie?" Came a horse voice, smiling you eyed his trembling hands gripping the edge of the bedding "No (Y/N)"

"(Y/N)!" He panicked, he was suddenly thrown into a coughing fit as he dug the covers further up covering his face entirely now from your view. You sat on the edge of the bed a playful smile on your face "Yeah and I'm a little offended you thought I was Donnie boy, do I really sound that bad?" You joked. Your brow furrowed as he continued to cough "Hey are you okay?" You reached over and grabbed the glass of water urging him to drink it, with the quilt still pulled up to his forehead he battered away the glass "I'm fine, I'm fine." He kept muttering, you rolled your eyes in response.

You glanced around the room, an awkward silence unfolding into the bedroom. A sigh parted through your lips, your head hanging heavy as you struggled with your hands "Leo why have you been avoiding me?" The air remained silent, you gingerly cast a glance toward his hidden figure secure under the bedding. With no response, you huffed and pushed away from the bed making your way back to the door, "(Y/N)" wait!" Leo yelled once again spluttering into another coughing fit. Batting your eyelashes at the red-eared turtle your jaw hung in amazement, there Leo sat no mask on, eyes red and tired, sweat dripping down his forehead but his arms covered in goosebumps. You broke out of your gaze and rushed back to the glass of water "Drink this and don't argue with me this time." You mused, unlike last time Leo took the drink and guzzled it down swiping away the remnants of it with his gloveless hand.

"I'm sorry." He said after some quiet, he looked away from you ashamed "I didn't want you to see me like this, all disgusting and gross." You sat back down on the bed facing Leon, rubbing a gentle hand up his arm you smiled at him "You could have told me you were sick, I would have understood." All he could do was huff back at you, placing a finger under his chin you drew his gaze back to your (e/c) eyes "Leo sure your eyes are a little redder and your skin is a little paler than usual, but you're still the same Leo; you look completely fine to me."

"That's easy for you to say, you probably look like a goddess or somethin' when your sick." You chuckled at his childish demeanour "Dude I swear to you I look worse than Donnie after he pulls an all-nighter." You joked you could see a hint of a smile grace his ghostly face. "You really don't mind me looking like this?" He asked his voice sounding small, you shook your head and moved your hand to interlock with his "No silly, I like you I don't care what you look like."

"You like me?" His eyes had widened, a devilish smile took over his face "I mean of course you like me, it was the one-liners, right?" You giggled "Sure doofus it was the one-liners." Leo had started to lean in his eyes settling on your lips, a blush had dusted your cheeks although you were sure Leo's was because of the fever he probably had. As he was about to close the gap you put a finger to his lips slightly nudging him away, he looks disappointed and slightly offended, you were quick to explain yourself "Just because I like you doesn't mean I want to get sick." Leo laughed and suddenly wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to him. As a result, you were now fully laying on the bed next to him his fingers swirling patterns along your arm.

"(Y/N)?" He whispered into the peaceful atmosphere, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Yeah, Leo." You replied your eyes drooping then blinking awake, however, you could feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. "When I'm all better and get the seal of approval from D, would you like to go out sometime?"

"Like a date?"

"Preferably." You laughed at that then hummed a yes, leaning up to look at him you took in his peaceful state; even though he was sick out of his mind he was still breathtaking in every way possible. "Do you need anything?" You asked acting as his personal nurse, Leo smirked his eyes now closed his words coming out like butter on a hot knife "You." He replied.

[another-tmnt-writer]

Congested and Contested

Donnie x Reader

Author: Admin JemPrompt: Hello! May I request a Image where the reader, (Donnie’s GF), is sick but denies it until she gets her butt kicked by the guys at training, almost faints, then confesses she that she is ill and Donnie cares for her? Thank you!!

Note: I am under the weather a bit so this really made me feel all happy and wanting a turtle to take care of my sick college bumm. 

Warnings: Being sick? Undereating? Close to fainting? Honestly pretty chill.

Word Count:   2.1K

When you woke up for the day you could immediately tell something was off. Your eyes were so heavy and it felt like someone had shoved cotton balls into your skull, and left some plugging your nose. You couldn’t breathe except through your mouth which was so dry that you could barely take a breath without feeling like each inhale was a barbed wire being pulled down your throat then back out again. You groaned when you found your limbs were jelly. Everything felt disjointed and heavy.

You forced yourself upright and could feel your nose alleviate some of the blockages before coming back full force with a new friend- a pounding headache. Oh just great. I love a double whammy. Not.

When you heard the knock on the door and the bright light of the hallway invade your senses, it felt like your head would explode.

“You’re up- good. We have breakfast ready.”

You squinted at the large figure in the doorway, seeing enough features to determine it to be Donnie, with his bo staff strapped to his back and glasses being adjusted by a three-fingered hand. He smiled as you just groaned.

“Can I just stay in bed today?” You croaked, placing your head in your hands and gave a sharp sniff, trying to breathe easier.

Donnie moved towards you quickly and sat next to you. He moved your hair from your face and placed his lips against your forehead. You sighed as his cooler lips came into contact with your overheated body.

“Sweetheart,” He pulled away, “you’re burning up.”

You pouted as he got up and began walking the space of the room and began mumbling to himself on what your symptoms were. You sighed. You knew he would work himself into a worried frenzy and work until he was able to get you better. He had already been in his lab so much trying to find Shredder and what he was planning, you couldn’t put more on him.

You shook your head, “Don’t worry, love, I’m fine.”

You pushed the blankets off of you, shivering as you crawled out of your warm cocoon. Your headache began again with a vengeance. Taking a moment to recuperate, you pretended to look around for a clean shirt, when in reality you didn’t want to drop to the floor.

Donnie remained on the bed watching you with a crease between his brows. He knew you weren’t feeling well. He knew how stubborn you were. He also knew if he pushed the issue too far you would go silent and walk around the lair anyways. As long as he kept an eye on you today, Donnie could help when you were ready to ask.

When you were finally dressed- who knew trying to put on a sports bra when sick could be so freaking difficult??- you shot Donnie a smile and took his hand before leading him from the room. Donnie kept your hand in his and kept himself close to you the whole way. You just shrugged and let him have his moment of being protective. You couldn’t handle an argument very well with your nose running a mile a minute and your brain trying to replicate a whole drumline in your skull.

As you walked into the kitchen you were hit by so much noise and chaos you debated on turning around right then and there. Mikey was blasting “Wap” from the speaker April had gotten him- the same woman who introduced him to TikTok- while tossing a pancake onto a plate periodically. Leo sat with a smile, occasionally mouthing the lyrics and bobbing his head with the beat. Raph had resorted to banging the cutlery on the table in an impromptu drum session and was catching a pancake as they flew past him. Splinter merely sat reading a novel as he cut his pancakes into precise pieces.

Donnie nudged you towards a chair next to Leo before grabbing the two of you some plates. As he set one down in front of you you saw that Leo had been staring at you.

“What’s up, Fearless?” you drawled.

He just smiled softly and passed you some orange juice.

YES! Vitamin D to help take away some of the grogginess. When you were younger your mom would always make you a grilled cheese sandwich with either tomato or chicken noodle soup with a glass of orange juice. She always said it would help cure three parts of a cold. The hunger, the frowns, and the sleepies. It always cheered you up and never failed to make you feel like a little girl again when you got orange juice or grilled cheese.

You nodded gratefully before filling the glass and taking a big gulp. The cool drink on your dry throat felt amazing and you could feel your headache abate a bit. Well until Mikey walked up to you and decided to scream, “HOT PANCAKES!” before plopping six on your plate.

Your eyes widened. You were a food lover for sure, but there was no way you were going to be able to eat all of those. You raised your eyes to see Donnie smiling softly as he put four from your plate onto his. You nodded in thanks and started to nibble on what was in front of you. You weren’t even that hungry but you knew that if you didn’t eat at all then you would drop halfway through the day from malnutrition. That wouldn’t help your case of not being sick. 

The boys were done eating in record time while you struggled to eat even half of your food. They shot looks at each other while Donnie’s eyebrows furrowed at your attempts to finish off your plate.

“Love?” 

You looked up to see 5 pairs of eyes on you. You chuckled, “Guess pancakes aren’t the move for me today. Sorry, Mikey.”

“It’s all good, sweetcheeks,” Mikey took your plate and began eating what was left, “You feeling okay?”

“Of course. Fit as a fiddle.” You bluffed. 

Donnie shook his head at you and stole a glance at Splinter, who nodded back.

You narrowed your eyes at them. What on earth were they concocting? 

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You were stuck on the side of the mat as the boys trained. Splinter would ignore your attempts to jump in to spar with the boys and passed over you on all the demonstrations. It was infuriating. You had been training for months with the boys, proving you could handle yourself despite your smaller size. A stupid cold wasn’t going to keep you from training. Raph had the flu and still got to fight and go on patrol, but you couldn’t even train? No way.

You looked onto the sparring mat to see Raph on the ground, pissed as usual that he hadn’t beaten the leader in blue.  He ignored Leo’s hand and stood up by himself. Leo shook his head and went to where Splinter was working Mikey and Donnie through some movements. 

You smirked. This was your chance.

Snagging some water you strode over to Raph. Sniffed before getting to close so he wouldn’t hear your breaths ratting as easily. 

“Hey Red,” you offered the bottle to him.

He took it with clenched hands. “Hey Y/N. How ya feelin’?”

“Fine,” you said through clenched teeth.

Raph raised an eyebrow.

“wanna spar?” you shot out before he could begin to ask further about how you were doing. Honestly standing and talking was wiping you out and your head was pounding. 

“Nah I can’t fight ya when you’re like this. I would-“

You cut him off. “Scared you’re gonna lose again? I’m sure Leo would be willing to spar- more of a challenge anyways.”

You turned around but paused when Raph grabbed your elbow and whipped you back around. 

 “Let’s go.” He growled. He tossed the water bottle to the edge of the mat before backing away to get into his stance. So predictable. 

As you lowered yourself into a stance, he pounced at you. You had to duck and weave to avoid his offensive approach. You were hardly able to take in a breath and all the jumping around was making your head spin. Raph landed a blow to your shoulder and sent you back a good 2 feet. You could hardly breathe anymore. Your vision started to get darker spots on the edges of your vision. Raph stopped and called out for Donnie. You crouched down when you began to sway. Your breath came in shallow gasps and it felt like there was fog in your ears, your eyes, and your tongue felt so heavy. 

“Y/N?” you felt a cool hand press itself to your clammy forehead. “Love, you’re burning up”

Just as your vision faded completely you managed to get out, “It’s cuz I’m so hot.” Then it went dark.

When you woke up later, it was very quiet except for the mild hum of a diffuser on the table next to you. As you tried to sit up you found there was something heavy on your head. You lifted your hand and removed the damp cloth from your forehead to see that you were in a cocoon of blankets, head propped up by a pillow. As you shifted, you saw that someone had changed you out of your sweaty clothes into a clean T-shirt. You sniffed it and determined it was Donnie’s because of how big it was on you and the light scent of motor grease. You sat up quickly and took another deep breath. You could smell again! You smiled and saw a glass of ice water on the table. You gulped it down quickly and sighed as the cool liquid soothed your dry throat.

The door cracked open and Donnie popped his head in. He smiled and opened the door further when he saw that you were awake. He carried a tray with a bowl and toast with him, which he sat on the table next to you. He placed his hand on your forehead. 

“Hi love,” he took out a thermometer and turned it on, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you opened your mouth and he placed the device under your tongue. 

“You scared me back there. Why didn’t you just let me take care of you earlier? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.” He looked at you in concern. You knew you worried him and it wasn’t fair. But you don’t want to be the weak link in his family. He was always so strong and took care of everyone else. You wanted to show him you could be strong too. 

Instead, you pointed to the thermometer in your mouth. 

He chuckled and nodded. “I’ll wait.”

The thermometer beeped and Donnie read the temperature. 

“99.7. Still a little high but better than before.” He said.

You looked down at your hands. “I’m sorry I worried you. I didn’t want to upset you.” You explained how you felt and Donnie remained quiet until you were finished. He pulled you into his arms and stroked your hair from your face. 

 “You are the strongest person I know, Y/N. You fight every day for us and you support me in so many ways. You always help patch up the boys after a patrol, staying up to help us talk through our problems. You always are so positive and push us to do better. You make me better every day and I am so grateful I get to have you in my life. You are so wonderful and giving and strong, it makes me want to be worthy of you.” He placed a kiss on top of your head. “You don’t need to be strong all the time. I am your partner and it’s my job to take care of you. I love getting to take care of you.”

You sniffled into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“thank you.”

“of course.”

You both sat there for some time, simply taking in the other's presence. It was quiet and peaceful. Well until your stomach grumbled. 

“Hungry?” Donnie chuckled.

You nodded and took the bowl from him. Tomato soup and grilled cheese. Yes! You loved this turtle. You offered him a bite of the grilled cheese, then hunkered down into the blankets as he turned on Star Wars. He crawled in next to you. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, your head against his chest, and your favorite movie marathon in front of you, you knew you could stay here forever. With Donnie, you were happy and content. Maybe having him take care of you wasn’t as bad as you thought. 

[b4kubiddies]

how bakugou would interact with animals: scenarios

characters: bakugou, gender neutral s/o

warnings: mention of bugs

okay so i saw this drawing of bakugou w/ a cat and i can’t stop thinking abt it so i wrote this 

i have so many pets

hope everyone had a great day :))

bunnies: I think he’d be okay with bunnies, he’s probably used to them from koda’s being around the dorms (have y’all seen the pic of him chasing koda’s bunny-). he spent lots of time outdoors as a kid, he was bound to cross paths with one sometime in his life. He probably wouldn’t want to hold yours if you had one, but he wouldn’t mind it, maybe even stroking it on occasions. 

you sat on the couch watching a show, your soft plush rabbit seated in your lap. katsuki sat to your left, switching his gaze back and forth between the tv and your lap, starring your favorite ball of fluff down. the bunny ruffled in your lap, shaking slightly from the look it had received from your partner. you looked down at the rabbit, soothing it by rubbing behind it’s ears and offering it another piece of lettuce. as it settled down, you saw bakugou reach his hand up, gently flattening the ears of the bunny with his large hand, a soft scowl on his face as he did so. you smiled, your heart swooning at the thought of such a big tough guy being soft for a silly little rabbit. 

guinea pigs: Bakugou is scared of them omg. I’ve had quite a few guinea pigs (i only have 2 rn), and every grown man i’ve showed them to was lowkey scared. They do bite on occasion, if you tickle them or if they simply don’t want to be touched. 

taking your tiny pet out of the cage, you set it down in it’s playpen to get some time to safely run. you stepped over the barrier, seating yourself on the floor with some treats in your hand. your guinea pig loved carrots, especially fed straight from your hand. bakugou walked in to your bedroom, cocking a brow at the sight of you sitting on the floor near the edge of the pen before he sat on the edge of your bed. you got out when you noticed him, scooping the small animal back into your arms. you sat next to him, noticing his intense stare at your guinea pig. you gently set the guinea pig on his lap without warning. the look of pure panic on his face was priceless, a grown man terrified of such a small creature. “scared, suki?” you teasingly asked, your partner looking up with a look mixed with anger and fright. the guinea pig nibbled at bakugou’s lap, you laughed slightly as you picked it back up to rid him of his fear. just as you were headed towards the cage, the fuzzy little thing peed on your arm. bakugou laughed incessantly as you stood there in anger and disbelief,telling you that karma sure is a bitch!

cats: he probably hates cats, they’re adorable but so so spiteful. he also hates that the cat gets most of your attention. 

katsuki was lounged on the couch, watching you play with your cat on the floor near his feet. you’d had it since before you got together, and it was almost heart wrenching to hear he wasn’t fond of your furry friend. as you swung the feather ended stick back and fourth, the cat darted in the same direction. as you moved the feather closer towards bakugou, the cat lept and clung to his calf, digging and sinking it’s sharp claws into his skin. katsuki hissed angrily, mumbling something along the lines of “shitty cat” as the feline released its claws and resumed playing. god did he hate that cat, constantly jumping on him to get to you, nuzzling in between you both to separate your cuddle sessions. you often heard him fight with the cat, yelling at it to move while he was cooking, then yelling when it spitefully pushed something on the counter. telling it not to come in the bathroom while he showered, not to scratch at the couch. their relationship was comedical to you, but god did he wish you’d get rid of that shitty cat. 

dogs: he loves dogs, especially big ones. he thinks they’re badass, “manly” as kiri would say. he loves the loyalty and strength dogs tend to have, finding it similar to himself. he wouldn’t mind a medium sized dog, but he wouldn’t like small dogs. there can only be one angry yapping pomeranian in the house, and he’s already filled that spot. (i’m not a big dog fan, don’t like the way they constantly lick you)

starting off so small and tiny, a pretty puppy with a bow collar in a box, the dog you had surprised your partner with for his birthday had grown as big as a beast. bakugou loved the dog, loved teaching it tricks and commands, even loved cooking it a spare piece of meat when he prepared dinner. this was hands down the best present he’d ever received, he’d put years and years of pride into making the clumsy lil’ pup into a well behaved companion. the dog often sat or layed with him on the couch, never straying far from katsuki’s side. as you stood up from your seat next to bakugou to get a drink from the kitchen, the dog stole your spot in an attempt to be closer to it’s favorite owner. you huffed as you sat down on the other end of the couch, katsuki chuckling at your reaction as he stroked the head of the pup laying in his lap. 

turtles: i think he’d find them intriguing. not his favorite animal, but he doesn’t mind them. 

you went to take the turtle out of the tank, ready to clean and scrub it. bakugou watched as you struggled to catch it, the damn thing swimming away every time you went for it. he walked over as you groaned in frustration, ready to help you catch it. he had seen wild turtles before, caught them in the river growing up with his friends (and that damn nerd deku). he knew you had to be patient, wait until they settle down before sneaking up on them. he took your hands out of the tank, giving the turtle a chance to calm down. he gently reached his large  hands in, grabbing and catching the small thing in one go. you scowled at his success, him smirking back at you as a silent brag. he helped you clean the tank, you scrubbed the turtle’s shell to reduce the risk of shell rot. when you were finally done you thanked him, joking that if he hadn’t helped you would have had turtle soup for dinner.

lizards (this ones abt geckos): i think they also kinda interest him, there are some really pretty lizards and he likes the pattern of the one you have. he likes to watch them hunt their food, he thinks its badass. 

katsuki watched you scoop the lizard up, softly placing it near your neck. they always love the spot, it’s so nice and warm that they often fall asleep. he watched it crawl around you, running up your neck before settling in it’s favorite spot. you began to clean it’s tank, ridding it of all the bugs that had not been eaten. he watched as you changed it’s water and the matt on the bottom of the tank, the lizard sitting nice and pretty the whole time. it was as if it knew it had pretty colors, wanting to display them for everyone to see. you set it back down in the tank, watching it crawl into the safety of it’s dark hiding hut. bakugou made his way over to you, startling you as he slipped his arms around your waist. he peered over your shoulder as you dropped in some food, closely paying attention to the way it lunged at the crickets, unapologetically devouring them. you both cheered the lizard on, somehow fit was fun to watch the small thing eat.  

[honeypirate]

Train Ride Pt Two

Aone x y/n

A/n: i found a cute bento box on Pinterest and that inspired that part, is not the exact same though.

Part one Masterlist

Aone wouldn’t lie, he was nervously excited to see you again. He’s noticed you before, many times actually, you caught his eye once when he happened to see you play, when you took a spike the face and saved the ball and he couldn’t help but be in awe of you because of how you brushed it off. You had no nosebleed so you finished the rest of the game but the next day at school he noticed you during lunch and you had a big black eye. He heard you talking to your friends about it and how you said that mistakes happen in volleyball and in life and that’s how you learn, he was impressed. He thought you were sweet and humble but what he liked the most about you was that you were tough. He liked you yes, but what he struggled with was that he didn’t know how to talk to you. He would have really preferred any other way that didn’t include his teammates. But he was glad he has that window to be able to talk to you now and he can’t wait to see you again tomorrow.

Before bed you made yourself a lunch to bring and “accidentally” made more than enough so you could have an excuse to bring some for Aone. You make identical bento boxes for you both, Turtle shaped onigiri, two placed to look like they were kissing, some sautéed tofu, vegetables you shaped like flowers, and some apple pieces with hearts cut into the skin. Probably overkill with sweet lovey dovey but you couldn’t help it, you liked him. You set the boxes in the fridge and make a sticky note reminder to not forget them on the front door. Before you got in bed you texted Aone “are you awake still?” He responded with a simple yes so you called him so you could hear his voice.

“Hello?” He says, answering on the last ring almost too late. He stared at your name on his phone vibrating in his hand for what felt like forever before he panicked and clicked answer just because he knew he wanted to talk to you. Your voice was sweet to his ear, “Hey I just wanted to ask if you wanted to walk together to the train station or if you wanted to meet there?” He felt butterflies in his stomach, his face was flushed, and his palms clammy as he paced in his bedroom. “Yes” he says and you chuckle sweetly “yes?” You question and he curses in his head before taking a breath and saying quietly “I’d like to walk with you” you can’t help the smile that breaks out on your lips “good. I would like that too. Okay then I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Aone. Have good dreams” you say and his heart feels like its beating out his chest and he smiles as he hears you say his name “Goodnight y/n. Sleep well” he says before hanging up.

The next morning you’re up early, extremely early since you couldn’t sleep very well, you were too excited to walk with him to be able to shut your brain off. You change into your volleyball shorts and a tee shirt before slipping his sweatshirt on over the top and a pair of loose cotton pants over the top of your shorts to help you stay warm on your walk. You cover up the zit that just happened to pop up on your cheek but that was the only makeup you put on. You slipped an extra hair tie on your wrist for later because the one you’ve been using feels like it could break then grabbing your gym bag and your backpack you head downstairs to make some breakfast before it’s time to go.

You prepare a quick tamago kake gohan and some miso soup, you think of Aone and wonder what his favorite breakfast is. You pack up your breakfast like always to eat on the train and consider packing some for him as well, but since you made him lunch you thought it might be weird and instead settled for packing up extra and offering it to him.

You place the lunches in your gym bag and your breakfast in your backpack and go to slip your shoes on and wait by the door, discarding the sticky note reminder.

A soft knock on your door makes your heart race and a smile tug on the corners of your lips, you slip on your backpack before putting the gym bag across your body as well before slipping on a black beanie that said ‘I’m a big fan of space, both outer and personal’ and opening the door to see Aone, his hands in his pockets and wearing black sweats and a black hoodie that looks like the one of his you’re wearing. You smile big “good morning Aone-kun!” You say and he blushes and tries to hide the small smile on his lips “good morning y/n” he says quietly as you step out, closing the door behind you.

“I hope you don’t mind” you say and tuck your hands into the front pocket of the hoodie a little dramatically “but you’re never getting this sweatshirt back.” He blushes and his heart rate quickens when you look at him with a sweet smile “it’s the most comfortable thing I’ve ever worn and I think it’s big enough to fit us both together” his face gets even redder “I don’t mind. You can have it. I-it .. ah.. it l-looks good on you” he fumbles through the compliment and you can’t help but smile at his adorable shy awkwardness. “Thank you Aone-kun” you say softly and place your hand on his arm as you wait for the train “if it really does bother you though I’ll be glad to give it back. Tomorrow though because it’s all I brought to keep me warm” you chuckle and he looks at you with a small smile, his face the reddest you’ve seen, “I want you to have it. I like it” he says with a burst of confidence that it gives you goosebumps and makes your heart skip “you’re so sweet to me Aone-Kun” you say softly, both of you entering the train and sitting in the same spot as last time.

You pull out your breakfast and start to eat, he starts to text someone and for a few minutes you sit in silence as the train moves along. “Did you have breakfast this morning?” You ask as you look down at your food he mumbles something that’s an obvious no “do you want some of mine? I made too much” you smile and turn to him holding out your breakfast. He turns bright red and slowly nods, it looked delicious and he was hungry, he just didn’t have time today. “If you’re sure” he says and reaches out, “of course I’m sure! Eat up!” You say and place your hand on his forearm with a smile.

When he’s done you stash the empty containers back in the backpack, satisfied and heart warm being able to feed him breakfast, you liked the idea of taking care of him. You hope he likes your lunch as well.

When you exit the train you feel the wind had picked up, you wrap your arms around yourself and shivered you look over at Aone and notice his ears are red from the cold. “Hey hold on one second” you say and pull your hat off, running your fingers through your hair, he watched you with his eye brows furrowed “here” you say and pull your beanie down over his head covering his ears “now you can stay warm” you say and smile. His heart beat skips and his cheeks flush a bright red. He usually had a beanie but forgot it today, this small act from you made him feel so special. “Are you sure?” you shove your hands into your front pocket and nod “I’m positive”

He gets quieter the closer you get to school, the more kids around and more commotion had him responding quieter so only you could hear him. “So maybe you could show me your pet turtle tonight?” You ask nonchalantly and he blushes again, his face will be permanent pink around you for a while, “he’d love to meet you” he said back. You were early to practice so you stood in the hallway between the different gyms, looking at each other sweetly and talking. “Hey I hope you don’t find it weird” you say and pull out the lunch from your gym bag “I made too much lunch so I brought you some” you say and hold it out to him. He looks at the small package in your hands, an unknown feeling spreading through his chest and into his ribs, like electricity under his skin. He feels so soft and he can’t help loving the way you’re looking at him right now. Loves you taking care of him. Even if it’s only been a day since you really met he can’t help the sweet feeling in his heart and the butterflies that filled his stomach. You on the other hand felt nervous, your palms sweaty and heart racing, he’s looking at the lunch not saying anything and not taking it, you feel like you could die right this second until he slowly reaches out and takes the lunch from you. He meets your eye and you think they look a little misty. “Thank you y/n-Chan” he says softly and then he leans down and kisses your cheek.

You could die right this second but now for a different reason, he kissed your cheek oh my god he kissed you! This is HUGE! You smile goofy and happy up at him, your heart fluttering and butterflies in your belly as your fingers lightly touch your cheek where his lips touched. “Do you wanna walk home together too?” You ask quietly and he nods “yes, please” he says and your smile widens “good. I do too” you say a excitedly and you both blush.

“What’s going on here?” Koganegawa whispers to Futakuchi as the team stands down the hallway looking at the two of you, “he’s….He’s talking to her?” They stand there stunned, they’ve never heard him talk so much and he’s just, talking to you. “And what’s that beanie?” Futakuchi points out. Who were you and how did you get him to talk? Did you give him your beanie? He’s been in the team for a while and they’ve heard enough words to could on one hand, maybe two. He was blushing and smiling, nothing like his usual date tech iron wall Aone self. They were shook to say the least.

“Aone-kun I think your team is staring” you whisper and then you laugh when he looks over and scowls “dont give them too hard of time” you say and then pause, placing your hand on your chin thinking about it for a second as you look over at the frozen team. “well, unless it’s truly deserved” you say and laugh before looking back to Aone who’s been studying your beautiful face this whole time.

You two have been staring at each other smiling like idiots for way too long, all the bystanders started to feel weird watching and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much at him. You shake yourself out if it and cock your head which he thinks is so cute. You hear volleyballs hit the court and your team start to chat inside, signaling the time to leave. “Have a good practice! Be careful and don’t get hurt, I know you’re the iron wall and everything but still” you smile up at him and then take one step towards him, closing the distance and placing a hand on his chest as you stand on your tip toes to give him a sweet kiss on his chin/jaw since it’s the only thing you could reach. “I’ll see you later” you whisper, your hand still on his chest and you could feel his heart beat under his sweatshirt, strong and fast, his face red and his lips smiling, he looked so sweet and cute. He grabs your hand as you turn to leave and you turn back to him with your head tilted, his eyebrows are furrowed and he looks like he wants to say something, you can’t resist how cute his blush is and you reach out without thinking and place your hand against his cheek. His eyes widen for a second and so do yours before he reaches up and places his hand on yours, it’s like your small touch cleared the fog of overthinking in his brain and he feels comfortable with his words “be careful. Don’t get hurt” he says and you grin “I’ll do my best” you say cheerfully and softly move your thumb across his cheek before sighing at the same time as him which turns into you both chuckling before parting ways, you hearing his team shout at him the moment you disappear.

[platypanthewriter]

The Devil Looks After His Own Ch2

Part 1:  Little Steve Harrington is so lonely he tries summoning a demon with a ritual advertised on TV--but luckily, it doesn't work, and a buff, non-human nanny hired by his mom shows up minutes later.  Years later, they're best friends, and Steve still doesn't know the truth.  For @magniloquent-raven​!

The other thing that Billy did that no other grown-ups Steve knew had ever done was have sex in bathrooms.  He wasn’t sure for a while—because Billy always made sure Steve was fine, settled with his pancakes at IHOP, or in the play area at Fred Meyer—but Billy would leave for about twenty minutes, and come back sweaty and grinning, and kind of tired.  

Steve snuck after him, once, and saw someone holding Billy’s wrists against the wall of the bathroom and kissing him, sliding his hand down to unbutton Billy’s jeans and pull his penis out, and Steve had stared through his fingers just long enough to see Billy grinning into the kisses, and shifting his hips.  

Steve’d run back to his pancakes, his heart pounding.  

He realized, thinking about it as he drew designs in the syrup with his fork, that Billy was that thing he’d heard yelled when somebody kissed boys—a slut—and he wondered whether it mattered.  Billy did everything he was supposed to do, and he was nice, and stuck around with Steve in the shoe section while Steve tried on every single pair, and then when Steve didn’t want any of them, Billy took him to three more stores.  

It couldn’t be a bad thing, Steve thought, biting his lips, not if Billy was one.

When the guy who’d been kissing Billy walked out—he had gray speckled feathered wings, so Steve was pretty sure it was him, even from the back—Steve ducked his head down over his pancakes.  By the time Billy wandered back, still grinning, to slump in the booth, Steve’s jaw had firmed.  Billy had looked happy, and he was okay, Steve was pretty sure.  Probably.  Even if it was the kind of thing that made parents yell like they did when they were scared. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, his cheeks reddening again, keeping his eyes on his eggs.  Billy sat up and faced him, flattening his hands on the table.  

“What,” he asked, levelly.

“Are you okay,” Steve mumbled stubbornly, hunching his shoulders.  “Y-you looked—okay.  H-happy.”

“...you followed me,” Billy whispered, his fingers clenching into fists.  “Shit.  Uh, darn. ...it.”  

“I won’t tell,” Steve said, shrugging awkwardly, and wishing he hadn’t been worried enough to see where Billy was going, because now he was more worried.  “If—if you’re okay.”

“...I’m fine,” Billy said, which was what he’d said when Steve’s dad had threatened to fire him, and Steve wasn’t sure he believed it.  

He forced himself to look up at Billy, surveying his just-washed face, and how pale he’d gotten since Steve opened his dumb mouth.  “I’m not mad,” he said, which was weird to say to a grownup, but Billy looked like he might want to know.  

“Just disappointed?” Billy asked, laughing, and grimacing.

“No,” Steve said quickly.  “I-I’m not.”  He’d been thinking about Tommy’s elder sister, and how she’d gotten in big trouble when their parents found condoms in her room—and how he and Tommy had hidden at the top of the stairs, listening to Tommy’s parents yell.  “Um are you u-using condoms,” he asked as fast as he could, and Billy choked on the water he was sipping, coughing and thumping himself in the chest.  

“Kid,” he spluttered, and Steve made a face at him.

“Are you?” he hissed.  “You have to be safe.  I love you.”

Billy stared at him for a long second, until Steve started feeling embarrassed, even though it was just what he said every night, as Billy put him to bed.  “...love you too, brat,” he finally muttered back, leaning his face in his arms on the table with a deep sigh.  “I’m...fine.”

“I don’t believe you,” Steve said, his cheeks heating further, because he’d found Billy that very morning trying to fill a sandwich with chunky soup.  “We should—we should talk to—to my mom, or a teacher.  So—so you can be safe—”

“Oh my god,” Billy mumbled, folding his arms over his head.  His ears were very red.  “I can’t catch anything from a human, okay, I’m not gonna get syphilis.”

Steve had no idea what that was, but it didn’t make him any less worried.  He took a bite of egg as the server came over and asked how his breakfast was, and he nodded to her, smiling, even though he was so worried the egg tasted like nothing.  “Wh-what about saying no,” he whispered to Billy, as soon as she was gone.  “You, um, you can say no to—to uh, things, right?”

“I can and I do, kiddo,” Billy laughed, sliding his hand over to link their pinkies, his face still hidden in his other arm.  “I’m okay, Stevie, I swear.  You made sure I could say no, remember?”

“You’re still bad at it,” Steve said, because usually Billy scooped him up and put him in the bath, or in bed, even if Steve was laughing and yelling ‘Nope!  No!  You jerk, I’m still eating!’, but sometimes Steve would forget, and tell Billy to do something, and Billy would take a deep breath and hold very still until Steve remembered.

“Sure, with you,” Billy said, raising his head enough to grin lazily at Steve, and Steve couldn’t help smiling back.

“We should talk to—to somebody,” he said, stubbornly.  “A—a real grownup.”

“I’m real,” Billy huffed.

“Somebody older,” Steve hissed, and Billy made a face.  

“I’m older than your dad,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

“But you—you’re not human,” Steve reminded him.  “You—you’re like a teenager.  You said.”

“Nooo, come on, kiddo, lemme alone,” Billy groaned.  “I’m old enough.” 

Steve narrowed his eyes and grabbed Billy’s phone, and typed s-a-f-e into the search bar, and then braced himself, and tapped s-e-x.  He hunched his shoulders, his face burning, and hit search.  He found a lot of...things, and squeaked in a kind of dying way through his hand.

Billy snatched the phone back, looked at it, and said “Oh my god.  Stevie.  Stop.  I will research it myself, and I—I will be careful.  Okay?” 

Steve buried his hot face in his hands, nodding, and trying to suppress horrified giggles.  He kinda wanted to turtle into his jacket, or crawl away under the tables, but he just pulled his knees up on the seat, and tried not to whine like a tea kettle.  

Billy grimaced, scrolling through his phone, and Steve realized—while his ears probably smoked with the imagery he’d seen about things in butts—that Billy’s shoulders were up, and he had his arms crossed in front of himself too.

“Sorry,” Steve wheezed, through his fingers.  “Y-you aren’t—you aren’t gross!  Sorry!  I just—I just love you and—I have to keep you safe—”

“I have to keep you safe,” Billy told him, grinning, and shaking his head.  “I’m more grown up than you, fetus.”  His cheeks were pink, and Steve scowled at him, then kicked at his knees under the table.

“You’re bad at some things!” he hissed, as Billy yelped, swinging his legs away.  “I have to help, I have to help you—”

Billy shushed him, laughing, and then opened his mouth, and closed it, as Steve sipped at his hot chocolate.  Billy waved at it, and suddenly it was hot again like it had just come from the kitchen, and had rainbow sprinkles, and Steve sighed, wanting to—hug him, or something, and feeling the same annoying worry he always felt when he wasn’t doing enough.  He knew Billy’d stay, he told himself, as long as he could.  

As long as Steve could keep him wanting to.

“Finish your pancakes,” Billy told him, grinning.  “Gonna take you to the park.”

Steve liked the park okay, mostly because it was where they went when somebody was happy with him, but it was also worrying, because it was where they went when his parents wanted him to shut up and go play.  He was pretty sure this time was both, but when they got out to the parking lot, Billy grabbed him and spun him around so his legs swung around in the air, and hugged him the whole way to the car, and when they got there, he didn’t send Steve off to play while Billy talked on his phone, so it was Good Park Reasons.

“You’re not...mad,” Steve asked, cautiously, and Billy laughed, squeezing him tighter.

“Nah,” he said.  “You?”

“Naaaah,” Steve giggled back, drawing out the syllable.  

 There was a pattern to Billy being a slut, Steve noticed, because if it was Billy, it couldn’t be a bad word.  They’d be out, and somebody would see Billy, or Billy’d see them, and Steve would see them staring at each other.  “I’m going to go listen to storytime,” he’d announce, or “Look, there’s a play area here, I’m gonna go ride the bouncy horse.”

“Me too,” Billy said once, cheerfully, grinning at him, and Steve shook his head.  

“They don’t allow grownups on the bouncy horse,” he said slowly, wishing he didn’t have to tell Billy sad things when he was grinning, but Billy just laughed, hugged Steve’s head—messing up his hair—and walked off.

 When Steve had to start first grade, he clung to Billy the night before, and Billy carried him around for two hours, making him giggle as they made popcorn and watched cartoons on Netflix, and then pulled a big wrapped present out of nowhere.  It was a new LEGO set, one Steve had never even heard of, a dragon that could transform into a pirate ship.  

“Is it that weird?” Billy asked, grimacing at it, while Steve stared, and Steve threw his arms around Billy’s neck, shaking his head.  

“I don’t want to go to school.  I want to stay home with you,” Steve said into Billy’s shoulder, and sighed.  

“Maybe I should put it away, then,” Billy said, raising his eyebrows.  “I was saving it for when you had to go back to school, but if you don’t want it—”

“I want it!” Steve yelped, scrambling back out of Billy’s lap to huddle around it.  “I want it, I want it!”

“Okay,” Billy told him, ruffling his hair.  “We probably won’t finish it tonight, but once you make a ton of friends, I’ll need something super cool to get you to hang out with me, right?”

“No,” Steve told him, laughing.  “You’re my best friend.”

Billy laughed, but he didn’t look convinced, so when he got the fruit snacks out after dinner, Steve gave him all the blue ones—they tasted best—and the trucks, which were biggest.

“Ah,” said Billy, biting his lips together.  “They’re very...warm,” because they’d gotten a little sticky as Steve waited for him to finish the dishes, but he crouched and pulled Steve into a tight hug.  

 Steve fell asleep curled up against Billy’s shoulder, and woke up in his bed, with his mom shaking him awake.  

“I told Billy we don’t need him during the school year,” she said, frowning at her phone.  “During the day, anyway.  He’ll still come by and feed you, and put you to bed.”

She wandered off, and Steve wondered, clutching his blankets, whether anyone would make him breakfast.  He climbed out of his bed feeling kind of...bad, like he’d had a nightmare, and might cry.  He sniffled, and rubbed his face, and stayed in his pajamas until after breakfast, trying not to think about his usual mornings, with Billy pretending he was an out-of-control backhoe and scooping him out of bed, or Billy humming at the stove as he made Steve eggs and toast.  

Steve’s eyes leaked a little, and he stomped to the bathroom and blew his nose, feeling like a big baby for missing Billy so much.  He got himself cereal, and remembered shopping for it—Billy’d slowly taken over all the things Steve’s mom and dad used to do, like buying him new school clothes, and taking him to the doctor—and Billy had let him pick out things his mom never would have, weird fruits they didn’t know how to eat, and once, because Steve had liked it, a set of footie pajamas with rainbows and unicorns that was definitely for girls.  

He’d warned Steve, once they were back in the car, that sometimes people were mean to boys who wore unicorns, and Steve had held up his middle fingers, the way he was allowed to do when their downstairs neighbor called Billy mean names.

“You tell ‘em, tiger,” Billy had said, laughing.  

 The day school started, Steve hugged himself in the soft unicorn pajamas, and pulled the hood over his head.  He tried to stop crying so he could go finish breakfast, but he kept thinking of awful things, like what if Billy didn’t come on weekends anymore, and it was just Steve all alone in the house, and what if nobody bought food at all, and what if Billy was taking care of some new kid he liked better.  His mom found him bawling on the toilet, and groaned.

“You have to go to school even if you cry,” she said flatly, and Steve nodded, sniffling.  

“C-can I call Billy,” he whispered, his voice sounding kind of funny, like he was sick.

She rolled her eyes, sighing, but handed him her phone, and he fiddled with it until she yanked it back, clicked around, and handed it back, ringing.

“Yes ma’am?” came Billy’s voice, and Steve stood up.

“BILLY!” he yelled, and Billy laughed.

“Hey, kiddo,” he said, “—did you need something?  You know I’ll see you after school, right?”

“I miss you,” Steve told him, with another sniffle, and Billy started making all these shushing, calming noises, like the time Steve had fallen down the outside stairs of the apartment building, and Billy’d been more freaked out than Steve was.  

Steve giggled, wetly.  “Um,” he asked, clearing his throat, “—are—are you with a...different kid?”

“No!” Billy laughed.  “No way, short stuff, I’m just at the laundromat, okay?”

“If you get a different kid,” Steve said, stubbornly, around the hard lump in his throat, “—they have to let you say no.  They have to tell you you can say no, you have to—”

“I’m okay, Stevie,” Billy said, sounding a little teary himself.  “I’m gonna see you today, and we’re both okay, okay?  We’re gonna both be fine.  I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I wouldn’t be there this morning, I didn’t know either, okay?”

“...okay,” Steve mumbled, glaring up at his mom, who was inspecting the edges of her false nails.

“I’ll talk to you later, all right, my man?” Billy asked, and Steve nodded, swallowing.

“Later,” he managed.

“So dramatic,” his mom said, grabbing her phone back, and hanging up.  

 Steve waited for the school bus with four older kids who kept screaming and pretending to shove each other into traffic.  He rubbed his nails up and down his backpack straps, making a wsht wsht wsht noise, and worried about Billy.  It was hot already in the sun, and he squinted watching for the bus.

The teachers met them by the bus, and they did a roll call, different loud voices yelling out their names.  Right after Steve’s name was called was Billy Hargrove, by the same teacher, and that was Billy’s name, his whole name that Steve’s parents used.  Steve spun, huge-eyed, to see a kid run up, his age, but definitely Billy, and Steve threw both arms around him, trying not to cry.  

“Is this okay?” Billy asked, stiff and nervous, and Steve squeezed him tighter, feeling how small he was, Steve’s size or even littler, but still with his pretty hair, and his earring.  

“You two are friends, huh?  That’s nice,” the teacher told them, smiling, and Steve nodded at her.  

“He’s my Billy,” he said, unable to stop smiling, or let go of Billy.  Billy looked kind of startled, and proud of himself, the way he did when he cooked something right the first time, or found the boy’s shoe section.

“Are you gonna come all the time?!” Steve whispered, and Billy shrugged, raising his eyebrows.  

“Maaaaybe,” he whispered back, but he was smiling as huge and goofily as Steve, and Steve missed paying attention to half the first day of class, he was so excited.  Once he got Billy alone, at recess, around the side of the gym, he hugged him again, and Billy laughed.

“Are you a genie,” Steve asked, half serious, and Billy stilled again.

“...what d’you mean,” he asked, cautiously, and Steve laughed.  

“You keep giving me wishes,” he said.  “You gave me a best friend.  And I’m not lonesome at school.  And the LEGO dragon,” he told Billy, holding both his hands.  “That’s three wishes.”

Billy was watching him uncertainly, and Steve was happy, not mad, so he leaned in and kissed the end of Billy’s nose.  Billy squirmed away, laughing.

“That’s not all, though,” Steve told him, grabbing his hands again.  “You got me Honey Nut Cheerios yesterday.  I know we were out of them, Billy.  You got my mom the job she wanted...I think,” he said, because he’d had suspicions, but Billy grimaced guiltily, and then he was sure.  

“I got a best friend out of it too,” he muttered, glaring at Steve.  Steve grinned at him, and Billy sighed.  “Don’t worry, you’re not gonna run out of wishes, I’m not the guy from Aladdin.”

“You’re a genie?” Steve whispered, bouncing a little on his toes, and leaning in too close, probably, his weight squishing Billy’s shoulder blades against the cement wall of the gym, but then he remembered that Billy was bad at saying no.  He stepped back.  “Um, do you—do you need help?”

“I’m okay,” Billy said, laughing again.  As a kid, his cheeks were kind of pink and round, and Steve clenched his fists so he wouldn’t get grabby.  

“Could—could people make you do things?” Steve asked, biting his lip.

“You could,” Billy said, smiling, and turning even pinker.  “But you don’t.”

“I won’t,” Steve nodded.  “Is there—is there something people could—could someone steal you,” he asked, his voice cracking as the horrible thought occurred to him, and Billy shook his head, laughing.  

“It’s not exactly like that, there’s no lamp, or anything,” he said, glancing at Steve, and then frowning at the ground.  “I-I’m not exactly a genie.  I’m—I’m just yours, as long as you want me.”

“Oh,” Steve said, in a small voice, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky, and also feeling like this was an even bigger responsibility than a puppy.  “Um.”  

“Or you can send me away,” Billy said, smiling, a little.  “If you get bored.”

“I wouldn’t ever,” Steve said, pulling him into a hug again, and sighing into his smaller, softer shoulder.  “Um, unless—unless you want me to.”

Billy shook his head, hugging Steve back.  

 He knew even less about first grade than Steve did, which was kind of weird, but fun, because Steve got to show him how to sharpen pencils, and clean the whiteboard, and Billy listened to books like he had no idea what was gonna happen, even books Steve had heard over and over before.  

“Your new friend’s kinda dumb,” Tommy Hagen said, glaring at Billy, and Steve scowled.

“He’s smart!  And he’s pretty, and he’s nice,” Steve hissed, and stomped away, and Tommy knocked into him every chance he got after that, spilling Steve’s paint and his glitter and his cheerios, but the teacher was a fairy, and she waved everything tidy, hovering about three inches off the floor in annoyance.

“Read me the next one,” Billy whispered, when Steve went to find out what he was doing by the bookshelf.

“...you can read, though,” Steve said, and Billy nodded, sitting next to him, and leaning his head on Steve’s shoulder.  

“I was up early,” he mumbled, and Steve put an arm around him, and read him the story.  

 He turned back into himself—the Billy Steve was used to—after school, and Steve watched him, fascinated.  

“What do you really look like?” he asked, and Billy shot him a frown, clenching his hands around the steering wheel.

“Uh, what does that...mean,” he asked, and Steve watched him, wondering if Billy’s shoulders hunched up when he was nervous because that’s what humans did, and Billy was copying, or whether that was what genies did, too.  

“I just wondered,” Steve said, shrugging, and he looked away, trying to look uninterested.  “You don’t have to tell me.  Uh, recess is uh, fun, huh?  Um, I like the tire swing.  We should, uh, we should...make a snack.  At home.  Later.”

Billy laughed.  “You’re such a good kid,” he said, grinning over, and Steve’s whole face reddened.  

He nearly swallowed his tongue.  “I—I’m normal,” he said, and Billy reached over and ruffled his hair.  

“I dunno, kiddo, you seem pretty great to me.”  Steve groaned, hiding his bewildered grin in his arms, and Billy was quiet for a long second, before saying “...it’s not like here, where I’m from.  I can’t...be like I am there.”

“Oh,” said Steve, nodding a lot, because he had no idea what that meant.  

“This is how I look here,” Billy said, smiling over.  “There’s no big secret.”

“Ohhhh,” Steve said, nodding again, kind of disappointed, but considering the genie from Aladdin—the only genie he knew of.  “It’s probably easier, having feet,” he offered, and Billy snickered.  

“Yeah, yeah, it is.”

The real thing Steve wanted to ask seemed kind of...big, bigger than whether Billy was secretly blue.  “Um,” he said, frowning down at his hands.

“...what’s up, bud?” Billy asked, raising his eyebrows, and Steve made a face.

“Uh, where did you...go?  When my mom said you had to leave.  Do you…”

“I told you, I took everything to the laundromat,” Billy said quickly, and Steve shook his head.  

“No, I mean...where do you...live,” he whispered.  “I thought...I thought you lived at my house.  You never left before.” 

“I’m okay, I’m fine,” Billy said quickly, and Steve bit his lips together, kind of hating his mom.  “I just, y’know.  I don’t sleep, exactly, I found a cafe—”

“That won’t work,” Steve said, feeling the weight of Billy being his, and setting his jaw.  “I’ll...I’ll tell her I need you to make breakfast.  I’ll make a big mess of the kitchen—”

“Don’t worry about me, kiddo,” Billy said, laughing.  “It’s not like she made me go home.”

“It’d be nice if you did have a lamp,” Steve sighed.  “With little stuff in it, you know, like Polly Pocket.  You could go in there when you wanted to.”  Billy started laughing, cackling so hard he pulled over and folded his arms on the steering wheel, and when he looked over, finally, Steve stuck his tongue out.  “It’s not that funny,” he huffed.

Billy beamed at him, and ruffled his hair again, roughly, like he was trying to mess Steve’s hair up, and wiped his eyes.  “You know what I can do,” he said, softly, leaning close, and Steve leaned towards him.  The vinyl of his seat creaked.

“Why are we whispering?” he asked.

“I can change size,” Billy told him, grinning.  “You want to build me somewhere to live, Stevie?  With your LEGOs?”

“Ohhhh,” Steve gasped, staring at him.  “Let’s go home right now,” he whispered back.  “Do—do you want a castle?  Or a—a death star,” he whispered through his fingers, his voice squeaking.  “A ship?!”

“We can look at all the options,” Billy said seriously, and Steve stomped his feet on the floor of the car like drum beats, he was so excited.  

 He had homework when they got home, writing about his summer, and he groaned.  

“You can do that while I fix dinner,” Billy said, like it didn’t even matter that Billy could be the right size to open the doors in Steve’s LEGO haunted mansion.  It was hard to focus on his math worksheet for that and a lot of other reasons, like Steve got addition, it made sense, he didn’t need to think to remember what 2+3 was, and also Billy was cooking, and that was hard to ignore.  

He was making mashed potatoes, and Steve was girding himself to eat them, watching Billy frown around the kitchen and then shove the potatoes in the blender, click it to make it go, and listen to it struggle.  Billy turned it off again and glanced worriedly back at Steve, who pretended to be working very hard on his worksheet.

The fridge door opened, and Steve tried to watch surreptitiously—and sure enough, Billy had figured out that the blender needed liquid, and he was pouring Steve’s dad’s kombucha-cola into the blender with the potatoes.  

Steve tried not to grimace, but then Billy sniffed it, made a face, and pushed two pickles into the mess, and he couldn’t help asking “Um, what do you eat?”

“What,” Billy hissed, turning to hide the blender from Steve with his body.  “I eat—food.  You’ve seen me!”

“You, uh, I think maybe you didn’t used to,” said Steve, watching the greyish-greenish color the mashed potatoes were turning with fascination.  “So, um…”

“I’m not hurting anybody,” Billy said, hunching his shoulders like Steve might think maybe he did, and Steve scoffed, turning to a worksheet page on using ‘a’ or ‘an’ in sentences, which was even worse.

“I know you aren’t,” he told Billy, rolling his eyes, and Billy laughed, relaxing a little.  “What d’you eat, though?”

“...I don’t…” Billy trailed off, grimacing.  “I don’t eat like you do.”

“Oh,” Steve nodded, watching his face hopefully, and then frowning at the worksheet.  “Are you like a tree?”

“...sort...of,” Billy muttered, rubbing his face, and Steve realized Billy was turning red.  “When I...make people...happy, it’s like...sun.  For a...tree.  In a...way.”

“You make me happy all the time,” Steve told him, and Billy made a face, turning redder, and Steve let himself look away from the worksheet, trying to remember whether ‘y’ was a vowel.  He watched the wet, brownish-greeny-grey potatoes whirling soupily around in the blender.  “I mean, except for sometimes when you won’t look up recipes online.”

“They’re impossible to fuck up,” Billy moaned, grabbing his phone, and frantically typing.  “I can’t mess up mashed potatoes, Billy, nobody can mess up mashed potatoes—”

“Whoever said that didn’t know you’re not human,” Steve told him, “—because that’s, uh.”  

Billy switched the blender off, sighing heavily as he stared at the slow bubbles rising through the muck.  “...cereal?” he offered, defeatedly.

“Cereal is good,” Steve said, guessing that ‘an’ was correct and writing it in, and Billy groaned.

“How about I have Mr. Johnstone remember you when he’s taking his cookies out of the oven, and bring you some?” Billy asked, and Steve brightened.  

“How come you can’t make me want to do my homework,” he huffed, and Billy paused, frowning over at him.  

“Is that what you...want?” he asked.  

“....no,” Steve said, because Billy’s eyes were smoking, a little, for the first time in months, and also it did sound kind of weird.  “...have you...ever?”

“Ever what,” Billy said, staring at him, and starting to pour Steve’s milk on the counter, instead of into a bowl.

“Billy!  Bowl!” Steve yelped, pointing, and Billy grabbed a bowl, fumbled it, and then dropped it, so it smashed all over the kitchen floor.  

“Fuck,” he hissed, waving his hand, and the glass pieces all flew up to be a bowl again.  Billy leaned back against the counter, his shoulders slumped, rubbing his face.

“...wow,” Steve whispered, because Billy rarely did anything obvious, it was always ‘Oh, no, Steve, you didn’t leave your new baseball cap at the zoo, I have it right here,’ or ‘Of course your dad will come out for dinner with you, kiddo,’ and then the wi-fi failed, and he did.  “I just mean, um.”

“What,” Billy sighed.

“When I had the flu, did, uh, did you...make me sleep?” Steve asked, because he’d wondered about that one, waking up to his parent’s panicked faces in the hospital.  “Until I felt better?”

“You told me to,” Billy said, watching his face.  “You said.”

“...only if I asked,” Steve said, nodding slowly, and Billy nodded a couple times, faster.

“Only if you tell me to,” Billy nodded.  “Mr. Johnstone always means to bring you cookies anyway, I’m just reminding him, is all—”

“How come you don’t use it to do the laundry, and...things,” Steve asked, since Billy was answering, and Billy laughed.  

“I could,” he said, shrugging.  “You need to know how to do it too, though, right?  This way, we can do it together.”  

“...did my mom…” Steve began, remembering the long-ago commercial, and making a face as he imagined Billy ordered to pour something over his own head.  “...does my mom...have your...lamp?  Is that...is that why you have to listen to me?”  Billy opened his mouth, frowning, and Steve shook his head.  “I-I know you said it’s not a lamp, but—”

“...I don’t have to do what your mom says,” Billy told him, cocking his head.  

“...just me?” Steve asked, and Billy leaned back against the cupboards, crossing his arms.

“...yeeeah,” he said, warily, and Steve breathed a sigh of relief, nodding, and kicking his feet under his chair as he thought.

“Do…” he began, and trailed off, and Billy came over and sat down at the table, raising his eyebrows.  

“Spit it out, kiddo.”

“...my magical people encyclopedia,” Steve started, then paused, trying to figure out how to continue.  “...it, uh, it says to...it says not to..ask for things.”

“What did you want to ask for, Stevie?” Billy asked, with a long, contented sigh, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back in his chair.  He sat his feet on the chair next to Steve, grinning.

“No, no, I don’t—I don’t...want anything,” Steve said, and Billy sat his boots on the ground again.  

“What’s wrong, buddy,” he asked, sitting up to reach across, and squeeze Steve’s hands.  Billy’s hands were twice as big as Steve’s, and Steve always felt safe, when Billy held him, but he shut his eyes.  “It—it says if you ask for things, there’s always a...price.  It says—not money, but—it—it can go wrong, I might—forget someone, or they might...forget me, uh,” Steve paused, swallowing, as Billy’s hands on his went still.  “Somebody wished for their dead son back, and he came back but he wasn’t alive, or...or she wished for treasure, but then she got arrested for stealing it…”

Billy smiled, a little, but not like anything was funny.  “...oh,” he said, finally.

“It—the book said not to just...wish for things, if you didn’t know how you were...paying,” Steve mumbled.

“I’m not a monkey’s paw,” Billy growled, “—or a like, a fae lord, I’m not tricking you out of things you want, I’m not going to steal your memories, or your name, or anything—”

“Tommy doesn’t wanna be my friend anymore,” Steve said, his voice wobbling a little, because he hadn’t had a lot of people who really liked him, until Billy.

“Tommy’s a little shithead,” Billy muttered, but Steve talked over him.

“...if I have to...pay something to be friends with you,” Steve said, thinking about how his parents barely knew he was there, and whether they ever had, or whether he only remembered them that way, “—is—is that—”

“Shit, no,” Billy breathed, shoving away from the table and stomping over to lean against the sink again.  “I didn’t—fuck, there’s nothing I can say, is there, I could have done anything, you can’t believe me—”

Steve blinked wide eyes at the words Billy was using, glancing up the hallway in case his mom or dad came around the corner.  “Ssssh,” he whispered.  “Sshh, I believe you!  Don’t say the f-word, you’ll get in trouble!”

“Who cares, right,” Billy hissed.  “I can just make them forget it, right?!”  He looked really upset, Steve registered, kind of relieved, even though he’d known Billy was his friend, really.  Billy looked like he might cry, and Steve got up from the table, and went over to hug him around the waist.  

Even if Billy had taken his friendship with Tommy in trade for wishes, or something worse, Steve thought, it’d probably be worth it.  “...I didn’t mean…” he sighed.  “I know you wouldn’t...on purpose.”

“What’s that mean, on purpose,” Billy asked, disentangling himself from Steve’s hug, but just to pick him up.  Steve hugged him again, around the neck, and messed Billy’s hair up the way Billy always did Steve’s.  Billy laughed softly.

“...you’d make sure I wanted to pay for the wish.  You wouldn’t do anything that made me sad on purpose,” Steve said, sighing.  “I know you wouldn’t.”

“...sad, no,” Billy told him, squeezing him harder.  “Mad, maybe.  You aren’t paying for wishes, kiddo.  If you want Honey Grahams because I’m a shitty cook and I ruined lunch, I’m not going to steal your memories.”

“You wouldn’t take away somebody liking me,” Steve whispered, and Billy rocked him a little, sighing.

“Nope.”

“Mom and Dad never liked me, it wasn’t you,” Steve mumbled, and Billy froze.  “You didn’t take that.”

“Oh, jesus, kidlet,” he said softly.  “Of course they...do,” he said unconvincingly.

“They don’t,” Steve sighed.  “But you do.”

“Yeah,” Billy told him, swaying Steve a little, and rubbing his back.  “You’re my favorite.”

“Favorite what?” Steve asked, giggling, and Billy hrrrm’d.

“Favorite everything,” he whispered, lifting Steve way high up so he could put his hands on the ceiling, and swinging him around while Steve laughed.

Next Chapter!

[fantasticstoryteller]

New Amsterdam Chapter 97

Wade stared at the small townhouse with trepidation. He could still hear echoes of laughter from his last visit and vaguely remembered that the woman had said that she liked him better than Tony. Of course, she had broken Tony’s arm, and was disappointed that Tony had full use of said arm.

{She also likes us better than Norman!}

[I don’t think that’s hard. She probably likes the sewer rats better than Norman.]

Wade shuddered at the image.

Peter absently pat his arm, so as not to disturb the cake that Wade was holding. “It’ll be fine,” he said reassuringly. “Oh, the turtle’s in the window.” Wade’s eyes tracked to the window closest to the front door and saw that there was, indeed a stuffed turtle in it. The turtle was green with a yellow shell and looked fuzzy.

“What’s important about the turtle?” asked Wade as Peter put a gentle hand on his arm and guided him towards the back of the house.

“Means the front door’s blocked. She does metal art sculptures with recycled materials,” Peter explained as they walked through the tiny yard.

[Would have been good to know earlier.]

{Well, it’s not like we told him we were going to visit his aunt.}

[What?]

{He couldn't have told us about the turtle earlier, because we didn’t tell him we were going to see his aunt.}

[You are so strange.]

The back door opened to reveal the smiling face of the woman he’d seen earlier. “Peter!” she called holding open her arms. “It’s good to see you!” she said as she hugged her nephew.

“It’s good to see you too,” Peter said warmly. He pulled away and put his hand back on Wade’s arm. “Aunt May, this is my boyfriend, Wade.”

“It’s nice to see you again Wade,” the woman said, still holding the smile.

[I can’t tell if she’s lying, to spare Peter, or if she’s serious.]

“Nice to see you again,” Wade echoed. He held out the baked good in his hands. “We brought cake. Glazed lemon pound cake,” he added.

Her entire face twitched. “That is—so sweet,” she said in a strained voice.

{What did we do? Is she allergic to lemons? Oh, God, did we almost murder Peter’s mother?}

Peter sighed. “I didn’t have anything to do with cooking it, Aunt May,” he reassured the woman.

Who sagged with relief. “Thank God. I still remember the horror that was chicken noodle soup.”

“I was ten!”

“You put six heads of garlic in it!”

“Garlic is good for you!”

“The soup came from a can, Peter. A. Can. Trust me, it had all the garlic it needed.”

“You ate it,” said Peter petulantly as Aunt May reached for the cake. “And I never made that mistake again,” he added quickly.

[I wonder what other mistakes he’s made.]

{If he’s made that many mistakes, then his cooking should have improved, right? Why hasn’t it?}

[Do NOT ask him that!]

Wade surrendered it and then curled up around Peter. “Yes, and I was sick for an extra two weeks,” agreed the woman as she turned and entered the house.

Peter sighed and hung his head. “We can still go,” he said as he looked up at Wade.

Wade curled around him again. “But then I’ll miss on your embarrassing stories!” he whined.

Peter chuckled and the two of them followed Aunt May into the house. “Can’t have that,” he teased.

{I love him!}

[We all love him. You’re not special.]

Once inside Peter and Wade sat on the couch while Wade peered over at the front door to see the metal thing blocking the door. It looked like there were now colored bits of metal all over. Peter looked to see what he was looking at and grinned. “So, what pot did you ruin to make the bismuth crystals?” he called out to his aunt, who was in the kitchen cutting the cake so that they could all have some.

“Same one as last time,” Aunt May called back as she came into the living room with three plates. Each plate had a fork and, oddly, a strawberry.

“Thank you,” said Wade remembering manners he had learned somewhere. Peter gently nudged him with a shoulder and grinned. Wade grinned as he nudged back.

Aunt May looked on with a satisfied smile. She neatly cut a bite of the cake with her fork and ate it, not looking away from the two on her couch. “How’s work, Peter?” she asked.

Peter brightened and began chattering away about matrices and stability and a bunch of other things that flew right over Wade’s head.

[I wonder if she actually understands what he’s saying or if she’s just letting him ramble.]

{He’s so cute! Look at how enthusiastic he is!}

“How did you and Deadpool meet?” Aunt May asked.

Peter frowned. “Wade, Aunt May. His name is Wade. You literally just used his name!”

Aunt May smiled. “I didn’t ask how you met Wade,” she continued patiently. “I asked how you met Deadpool.” Peter glared at her as he pushed his glasses up with his wrist.

{What’s happening?}

[I’m as confused as you are.]

Aunt May turned to Wade, breaking the staring match. “I have some lemonade that will go well with the cake,” she said calmly, as though she hadn’t just been staring Peter down about—something. “Would you like a glass?”

Wade glanced at his untouched cake. It was untouched because he didn’t want to push the mask up. “I’m okay,” he told her firmly.

Peter, understanding the problem, leaned into Wade’s side. Aunt May simply nodded. “Peter, she said firmly, “come help me with dishes.” She picked up her plate and Peter grabbed his own before heading into the kitchen with her.

[She doesn’t want us to hear what she’s going to say to him.]

{We should eavesdrop! That way—what’s that?}

Wade went to the window and peered out at the neighborhood before giving a mental groan. There, on the house across the street, with a perfect visual scope of the one he was in, was a figure lying on the tiles of the roof.

[Can you still call it camouflage when it’s a different color than the roof it’s on?]

{Brown! Brown on black tiles! I swear, standards for snipers are so low.}

So, who was the sniper working for? They weren’t from HYDRA, because those fuckers knew how to camouflage themselves—otherwise they wouldn't have been able to hide within SHIELD for so long. Ah—must be SHIELD. Only SHIELD could be so bad at camouflage and still be in operation.

Wade pulled out his phone and made a call. When it was picked up he growled, “Pull your sniper out of the neighborhood.”

“There’s a sniper in the neighborhood?” Wade turned to see Peter.

Wade shifted. He didn’t want to get Peter involved in this, but he already was. It was his aunt’s house that was being targeted after all. He nodded.

Peter’s expression darkened. “What house?” he demanded. Wade pointed and then Peter gestured towards Wade’s phone. “May I?” he asked. Fascinated, Wade handed the phone over. “You have five minutes,” Peter said grimly, “to get your sniper out of my neighborhood or I’m calling Mrs. Salinzky and telling her I see her cat on the roof before going out to take pictures of the old woman yelling at your sniper for killing her cat. Then I will submit the encounter to every news, from paper to television to independent blogger, asking why you felt the need to harass an elderly woman with dementia.”

[Oh. My. God. Peter’s a force to be reckoned with!]

{That’s so hot! Think he’ll be up for some cuddling later?}

“Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Parker,” the tinny voice came over the phone. The sniper across the street flung back his cover and began packing up. “May I come and make a formal apology?”

“Might be a good idea,” Peter admitted darkly. “Front door’s blocked.” He calmly hung up and handed the phone back to Wade. “What could they want?” he muttered as he leaned against Wade’s side.

Wade tucked his phone back into his pocket and hugged his boyfriend. “I don’t know,” he answered with complete honesty.

There was a knock at the back door and Aunt May allowed the individual there to come in. Wade stiffened as he glared at the balding man in his distinctive three-piece suit. “Coulson,” he spat darkly.

“Wilson,” said the man amiably. He looked at Peter. “Sorry to bother you Mr. Parker. We were—concerned about Deadpool’s activities.” The man smiled. “Just want to keep the neighborhood safe.”

“It’s always important to keep the neighborhood safe,” Aunt May agreed. “Please, take a seat.” Coulson sat and, not to be outdone, Wade did too, Peter following. “Would you like some lemonade?” asked the woman pleasantly.

“If you would be so kind,” Coulson said with a smile. Aunt May smiled and bustled off while Coulson turned his attention to Peter.

[I don’t like the way he’s looking at him.]

{Petey is ours.}

“Well, Peter,” Coulson said slowly as Deadpool tucked himself around his boyfriend, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Unfazed Peter used his wrist to shove the glasses back into place on his face. “Have you?” he asked. “Agent Coulson.”

“And how did you know that?” asked Coulson with an easy smile.

Peter did not smile back. In fact, he bristled and Deadpool could feel it. “Wade called you by name,” he said.

Wade. That was right; he was Wade. Peter’s boyfriend. He shook himself and Peter leaned back into his embrace.

Coulson, the bastard, watched the whole thing. “Wade,” he said emphasizing the name and not title, “didn’t call me ‘agent’.”

Peter sighed. “You are not wearing a uniform. I know all of the detectives in this section of the city, since one of them lives down the street and has been regularly throwing barbecues for his fellow officers and detectives since before I lived here. So you are not a detective, or I would already know you. That leaves ‘agent.’ I don’t yet have enough information to realize if you are FBI, CIA, or SHIELD, but you are definitely an agent.”

The man nodded. “That’s a good deduction,” he admitted.

Peter gave a low snort. “Trust me,” he said, “I only look stupid.”

“The spandex only makes me look stupid.”

Almost the exact same phrase. One was Peter. One was Spidey. Except—

{They’re the same! Oh, thank the good heavens, Petey-Pie and Spidey are the same!}

Wade’s mind quickly sifted through all of his interactions with Peter. The way, when they were first eating back to back, that he’d been reminded of Spiderman. The way that Spiderman and Peter were never in the same place at the same time. The way that if Spiderman left Wade in an uncomfortable situation Peter would show up to help (and maybe tease him about the insane number of masks in the drawer, but Wade still had issues about his skin). They were the same person.

[Do you even know what this means?]

{Of course I do! It means we can cuddle Spidey any time we want and not feel bad about it!}

[It means he’ll hate us.]

Both Wade and Yellow paused in their internal excitement as they felt the first tendrils of dread. What did White mean? Why would Peter hate them?

[He spent so much energy hiding his identity and then we, the most unstable person he knows, figures it out? He’ll never forgive us.]

{But—but what can we do?}

[Pretend we don’t know and wait. He’ll either tell us eventually, or not.]

Wade wasn’t sure he could do it.

[migeviellardi]

Out Of Comfort

Rottmnt Donnie-Centric Fanfic

Genre : Adventure, Action, Humour, Hurt/Comfort

Side Notes : I wanna try something different. The fic that I made mostly conversational heavy. So, there’ll be parts where the characters talk, I will give them names to show who’s talking and there’ll be parts where the characters talk with quotation marks. I dunno how will this go, but I just wanted to give a new style a try, my style.

So, I really hope people will enjoy my stories!

Also, tcesters go the HELL away from here!!!

Chapter 1 Prologue

“HOT SOUP!!!!”

2 years after the incident of ‘you-know-who’, people expecting some changes. Others stays the same and not prone to change.

“WOOOAAAHAAH!!!”

Some says, changes brings a new and better you, but staying the same brings out the real you.

“OOOHOHOOO YEAAAH!!!”

But what if, you can stay the same, while make a change, at the same time.

“SHIIIIIIIIIING!!!!”

The sound of katanas piercing through the air current, smokes puffing here and there, the glint of bluish blur bouncing all over the place, like a spark of electricity caused by a short-circuited cable.

“Look out, big bro~” the blue blur flew in with high speed as he launches with a kick. The big red ducked down to avoid the kick, landed onto a black and red figure, sending them to a wall.

“Ey, watch it, Leo!”

“To be fair, I did warned you.” he smirked, hoisting his katana onto his shoulder. 

“Leo!!” before Leo could react the big red threw a barrel at the figure behind him, the impact sended them to the same spot of the previous one, breaking the wall behind them and fell off the building.

“HEY!!! Watch it!!!”

“I was about to warn you.”

“Guys, there’s more coming.” the orange turtle warned his brothers about the oncoming reinforcement. They all readied their battle stance. A group of black and red figures charged in from a hallway. They awaits their next battle.

“Beep!”

The flooring on the hallway blew up, the group froze in midair, before they realized the floor’s missing, they all fell in with screams. The three brothers blinks in confusion, until a purple turtle flew up from the hole with a smirk.

Donnie : And, that’s how it’s done.

Raph : Donnie! Nice work!* gave him a thumbs up.*

Leo : *shrugs* Could’ve gone better myself.

Donnie : Thank you. Thank you. 

Donnie landed to his brothers. The orange aka Mikey ran towards the hole.

Mikey : Whooaah, since when you make bombs, Dee?

Donnie : About two years ago. I just somehow remembered that I made some, so alas,  here it is. 

Showing one of the bombs he made on his hand. Leo took a closer look at it.

Leo : Wait, you had these things for two years and you never use them?

Donnie : To be honest, it was still in beta. Also, I ran out of options about the supplies to  make more of this. 

Raph : How many more you’ve got?

Donnie : Well, these are the last ones and since there’s only four of them left, I shall- 

Leo snatched the one Donnie holds before he finished. Donnie gave him the ‘seriously?’ look.

Leo : Ohoho, boy! You let us use this thing? Awesome!

Raph : Ooh, ooh! Can I have one too?

Mikey : Pleaaaaaaaseeeee....... 

Mikey gave him the puppy eyes. Donnie figured they might react like this. He sighed, relunctantly gave them one each. 

Raph : Yes!!

Mikey : Thanks, Dee!

They all inspecting the small objects as if they were toys. Donnie pinched his nose bridge. 

Donnie : Okay, okay. Gather up, kids! Let me show you how to use it-

Mikey : Oooh, what does this do? 

Mikey curiously about to press a button on the bomb. Donnie quickly grabbed it before it’s too late.

Donnie : THAAaat, is the instant knock-out button. Which mean, instant explosions.  Which MEAaan, you do not touch!

Mikey : Oh, okay.

Donnie sabotaged the button real quick, semi questioning why he had it in the first place. He gave it back to Mikey and sabotaged the others as well. 

Leo : Why would you put that button there?

Donnie : I dunno. I was young��and strictly melodramatic. Probably, sometimes thought  about ending life right there and then. 

He give the bomb back. Leo blinked at his words.

Leo : Wait, what?”

Raph : Donnie, are you sure you okay giving us this?”

Donnie : Yes, Raphael. I am certain, sure and superbly confident to give you a chance, to  try such dangerous, yet ‘fun’ accessory for one use only. 

He gave back the bomb. Raph starting to get worry about the idea, despite having the joy to actually blow things up on purpose. Especially, with Donnie’s tech.

Mikey : Aaawww, thanks Don. That’s very thoughtful of you. 

Mikey doesn’t seems to bother about it. He cherished everything his brothers gave him and he knows they did it with compassions. Even if it’s something that might blew up without notice.

Donnie smiled at his little brother, a genuine warm smile. He never thought that they will accept his gift. As much as he knows about the risk, but he does--somehow--promised them that he would build a bomb for them, and that was when he was six. Children’s mind can be chaotic at times, especially when they decided to watch action movies that involving explosions and how awesome that is seeing their hero epicly emerge from the fire.

Technically, they never wanted a bomb, they just wanted something that can cause explosions. Which means, they wanted a bomb.

Donnie : Like I said, once again. One use only, so use it wisely. 

He then activates his bomb and dropped it into the hole. It goes boom and comical screams was heard from below. The trio stared at him in confusion. 

Donnie : I had to. I heard them climbing up, okay?

Mikey : Oooh. 

Raph : Oh, I see. Okay.

Leo : Okay, cool.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed Donnie’s ankle and pulled him into the hole. Donnie yelped in surprise as he dragged away.

“DONNIE!!!” they all yelled and went after him. Donnie got slammed to the ground onto his plastron. He gasped in pain before got thrown away onto the wall. He groaned as he landed hard onto the floor. He looked up to see the familiar big muscular guy with fire above his head. Laughing evilly at the downed turtle.

“Imma grind your bones, turtle.” he said, fist bumped himself. Donnie stood up, readying his bo. Before the brute charged at him, two sets of glowing chains wrapped around him.

“Cowabunga!!” Mikey pulled the guy upward, Raph came in with his flying fist, slamming down the brute, creating a crater. Donnie was surprised by the sudden assist. Out of the shadow, the skinny one sneakily emerge behind him. His giggles startled him, as he look back Leo teleported right between the two and kick the guy on the face. The Foot ninja got thrown through a wall, buried in debris. 

Leo : Donnie, you okay? 

Leo looked at him in concern. The other two joined in before he got to answer.

Mikey : Donnie!

Raph : Are you hurt, buddy? 

Donnie froze for a bit, clutching his bo tightly. He shook his head as response.

Donnie : No, no, I’m fine.

His reply is semi-whisper, which concerns Raph. Mikey somehow urged to see how’s his shell doing.

Mikey : *gasp* Dude, your battleshell! It’s all broken!

Donnie peered his head to his back. He can see some of the metal bends and he could see some sparks coming out of it. Great, that’s another one this week.

Donnie : Yeah, I figured. Don’t worry, it’s still can be fix.

Leo : At least, you got some more at home, right Dee? 

Leo patted his shoulder. Donnie remained quiet, his eyes fixed to the ground. Leo grew concern with his brother being quiet. 

Leo : Donnie? 

Raph and Mikey noticed the change. Could Donnie be possibly running out of Battleshell? No, there’s no way. Surely Donnie had fixed some of them, and perhaps he made some new ones as well, right?

Donnie still not answering, his hands trembles while holding his bo tighter than ever before. He inhales with his nose, then let it out through the mouth with shaky breathe.

“Yeah, yeah. I do. I do.” he finally replied, although this time it sounded more unsure. Leo smiled at his twin. He felt a little bit relief that at least there’s still something he can use to protect his shell. Leo put his arm around Donnie’s neck, hugging him in the way.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Leo led Donnie and the rest back to the tank. 

They drove home in a rather awkward and quiet atmosphere. It was supposed to be another celebrations for accomplishing their mission, but Donnie’s quiet demeanor made an exception tonight. Donnie hadn’t said anything ever since they asked about his battleshell. He just sits there at his spot, putting his battleshell onto his lap. He done nothing with it, just staring.

The others don’t know what to do, or what to say. Every few seconds, they only glanced at his brother. Unsure if they have the courage to do some pep-talk with him. Of course, Donnie can feel they all staring at him.

Donnie put aside his battleshell, the others quickly look away as if they never stare. Donnie put on the usual emotionless face at them, leaning further to his chair, arm-crossed at his chest.

“If you guys wanted to say anything, just say it.” 

“Nonono, we just thought that you-” “What? Noooo. Did I say anything? Nah I-” “Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just that we-” 

They all spoke at the same time then stop when they realizing it. Donnie blinks, he certainly didn’t understand what they’re saying right there. Leo decided to go first.

“Donnie, if you need any help, you can ask away, okay?” he smiled reassuringly. Donnie unsure of what to say with that.

“We can help you fix your battleshell.” 

“Yeah, we promise we won’t touch anything else without your permission.”

Donnie stared at each one of their eyes. They didn’t seems to be lying about offering help. Donnie didn’t feel they should, though. Well, it’s very kind of them, but they don’t have to. He can fix it himself, it’s his thing after all.

“I appreciate that, dear brethren. But I’ll be fine. I can do it myself.” he said. The others understands that, they nodded with his reply.

“Okay, then.” Leo said, “But if you do, just please ask, okay bud?”

“Sure, Leo.”

[baby-grayson]

Sweet Enigma| Part 7

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Ethan was angry. Ethan was very very angry at his brother. Outwardly, he knew to be understanding and compassionate in Grayson’s very trying time. But as a business partner, he silently wished that Grayson would end his romantic escapade with a past flame and return from Jersey to help Ethan launch two business endeavors: the lingerie & underwear line to extend their clothing company and the Wakeheart bath bomb launch.

When Ethan looked to Twitter, to find Sherry’s public break up with Grayson: all frustration left his heart. Even from 3,000 miles away, he could feel his twin brother crushed under the weight and impact of his own lovestruck decisions. Ethan managed to get him on the phone later that night, surprised to hear Grayson’s cool tone, “It’ll be alright E,” Ethan could hear some rustling from the background of the call, “I’m flying home—taking a red eye and I’ll be there in the morning.” 

“You’re coming back?” Ethan was surprised: at both how confident Grayson sounded but also how quickly he was turning from his impromptu escape.

“Yeah but—yeah you can wear that one—sorry, but I want to go see Sherry. I want—I want to apologize in person, maybe see if I can do anything to make this better on her.”

Ethan’s eyebrows raised when he heard a girl’s voice in the background. He hadn’t asked Grayson about the photos of him and Kate, but he never pegged his brother to be unfaithful, even in the rockiest relationship, “Make it better?” Ethan mentally swore at his brother for being so idealistic, “You were caught out chea—with another woman Gray,” Ethan groaned into the receiver, “Are you sure going to see her is the right thing?” “Yeah I am,” Grayson sighed in acceptance, “I have to try—to try to apologize more than anything.” Grayson eyed Kate’s back as she innocently left his bedroom, “and E—I wasn’t with her, not like that when I was with Sherry. We’ll talk more when I get home but—those pictures make it look a lot worse than what it was.” “So, you’re saying you tracked down an old girlfriend to be nothing but platonic?” Instead of trying to mask the disbelief in his voice, Ethan leaned into it—hoping the comic edge took the sting off his words.

“No—” Grayson made a grumbling noise over the phone, “got it on in the shower a few hours ago.” “Gray!” “I know—I know. But she’s—I know that I need to apologize to Sherry and sort through everything right now before we can—before I have a chance with her. But like I said, I wasn’t with her when I was with Sherry, I wouldn’t lie to you about that E.” “Okay yeah bro, you didn’t have sex with her—sure. But your heart wasn’t with her?”

Ethan’s observation struck a chord in Grayson’s heart: joining the symphony of guilt that had been building in his soul over the past few weeks. For someone as familiar with pain as Grayson was, he hated causing it in others, especially when he considered them good people. He considered Sherry a good person, for all her faults. She was loyal, dependable, and positive. Despite his growing feelings for Kate, he was genuinely broken when he tried to face the emotional trauma, he caused his former fiancé.

In a white and gold bedroom in a house on the hills, Sherry Maddox clutched a framed photograph in her hands. Her long nails clacked against the glass of the frame while she sneered down at a happier version of herself, Grayson, Ethan, and Ethan’s ex-girlfriend on a beach in Tasmania. The only physical photographs Sherry owned were of her and Grayson from the past 18 months. She much preferred Instagram, but Grayson’s nostalgia had inspired her to collect happy memories of the two of them: memories that transformed her heart into a tainted space, left empty by the memory of who she thought he was.

Huffing, she slipped the photo from the back of the frame and pulled it out. She set the rose gold aside on her nightstand, letting it lean on a pile of a dozen others. In a swift motion, she passed the photograph through a shredder and watched as dozens of little strips came out the other end. The edge of the strips was not yet released from the shredder’s blades when she reached for another frame and began the process over again. Earlier that day, she commissioned an artist to construct a mosaic of herself, made from the shreds of her memories with Grayson.

The image of Kate shined in Grayson’s eyes, but her words made no sense to him, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?”

His voice held the full weight of a dubious question, as if the letters did not belong sitting next to each other in the words they formed. His eyes looked down at Kate, not wanting to accept the truth that they would be separated, if just for a short while, after being reunited for the first time in years. Having her again just reminded his heart of how difficult it was to be without her. She nodded and assured him, “I need to go see my mom. For real. And you need to—you have stuff you need to do without me anyway.” Kate reached up to a hand through his hair and down the side of his face.

On the drive to Philadelphia from New Jersey, Kate thought long and hard about whether or not to tell her mother about Grayson. She considered the possibility that her mother might have seen the pictures of her and Grayson in the tabloids but decided that her mother never knew when a royal wedding was happening, much less when a scandal hit the papers. She tossed any thoughts of Grayson talk out of her head: it was not official enough to put on her mother’s radar. Instead, she spent the next few days at her mother’s bedside.

She held her mother’s hand and reminisced about the good old days. She told stories about California until she saw her mother’s eyes close, welcoming the sweet embrace of sleep. Kate tiptoed out of the room and gracefully closed the door behind her. She welcomed the warm aroma of pumpkin soup as she made her way down the stairs of the brownstone and to her grandmother in the kitchen. When she let her anxieties out and asked why this had to happen to their family, their tiny family who didn’t have people to spare, her grandmother put a knowing hand on her shoulder.

In a semi-hoarse, but loving tone Bethel insisted, “Family is more than the souls you share this Earth with dear. They’re the inspiration and the aspiration of everything you want to be and everything you can be. Your mother gave you everything you need to soar in this life and the next: I should know, I taught her everything she knows.” A few of Kate’s tears spilled onto the black and white tile of the kitchen floor while Bethel continued, “Your home isn’t an anchor: it’s a port in a storm, a refuge from the hardest of times but not a forever shelter because you were always meant to sail harder and farther than the rest of us.”

As Kate’s heart wrenched with the acceptance of the hardest parts of her life, Grayson’s twisted in agony on the other side of the country for a much different reason. Impulsive and filled with hubris, Grayson never formulated a plan for what he wanted to say to Sherry: he expected inspiration to strike him with brilliance in the moment. This is how he stupidly ended up pulling the door knocker on the Maddox West Coast home and waiting on the front steps.

Grayson’s eyes went wide with fear when the door cracked to reveal the lanky figure of Calvin Maddox standing afront of two massive security guards.

“Don’t you know when to quit?” Calvin’s voice was sharp as his elbows from where he crossed his arms.

Grayson stammered and twitched his jaw, his eyes excavating the scene for some kind of a way out.

“Now,” Calvin started with his low Southern drawl. He peered down his nose at Grayson, twisting his upper lip as he spoke “Let me tell you how this is –”

“—Daddy!” Sherry’s voice cut the tension with a shrill acidic screech. She moved between the security to stand in front of her father with crossed arms, in an identical pose to him. Grayson’s mouth went dry. “I’ll take care of it,” she asserted. Minding her father’s disappointed look, she turned to the security guards and waved with her hands, “Shoo.”

Sherry gracefully stepped out of the threshold and closed the door behind her, careful to match her father’s antagonistic stare. She huffed out of her nose and closed her eyes, her hand rested on the doorknob. She looked like she was about to open the door and go back inside when she said, “What could possibly be left for you here?”

Grayson opened his mouth to start to speak but was cut off by her harsh tone, “I mean—don’t try to tell me you want me back. I would never. I could never after you embarrassed me like that—no woman who knows her worth would return to a man who pulled your kind of stunt.” Her words fired from her lips like projectiles that battered at the sack of guilt Grayson had forged in his own stomach.

Grayson nodded and balled his mouth into a tight knot, “I know. You’re better than that. And I will say this until the day I die, but I’m so sorry Sherry. I—I –I—” Grayson reached out for something imaginary in the air, “I was fighting a war in my mind and I took you down with me as collateral and you—you never deserved that. You were never anything but good to me,” Grayson’s eyes welled in kindness and sadness. Sherry stared at him coldly and narrowed her eyes: still not convinced he wasn’t about to ask for her back.

“I would never want to be yours again,” Sherry retorted, trying to anticipate his next move, “The world would never believe it. The entire world would look at me like some kind of doe eyed, brainless Nancy.”

“You have every right,” Grayson nodded, breathing heavily and feeling his chest tighten with every syllable, “You—you ended us and you had every right to Sher—”

“Every right to?” her words came so slow they were slick on her tongue. “I had no choice to. What was I supposed to do?” she sneered, “post motivation quotes on Instagram and keep telling my family that it was just a phase?”

Grayson nodded and his sweaty palms found a home in his pockets. He looked at the floor, where he noticed an obtuse patch of dirt on the toe of his shoe. “I’m sorry,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m so sorry. I’ll always be Sherry. I can only imagine what I put you through—and you didn’t deserve any of it.”

Grayson was shocked when she laid a delicate, graceful hand on his jaw. She drew him in and placed a puckered kiss on his cheek, “Grayson,” she stepped away from him, “you made me an underdog,” she placed a hand on the door knob, “and everyone loves an underdog.”

She turned to leave but twisted her upper body in his direction, “Was that all?” her tone was flat and devoid of any emotion.

Grayson gnawed at his lip and circled his head, “If—well—those pictures weren’t what it looked like—that girl, she’s—”

Sherry held out an intimidating, long, perfectly manicured finger in his direction. She spoke through gritted teeth, “Don’t.” She unlocked her jaw, “Don’t tell me a single word about her. I’m not about to spend the rest of my life swimming in those kinds of comparisons.” Sherry made a calculated move to swing her backside while walking away and closing the door behind her.

***

Later that night, Kate hung up the phone with Grayson as she leaned her backpacks against the dresser in her childhood bedroom. She dropped on her bed and eyed the science fair ribbons and faded polaroids strung on her wall. One of them showed her old cat, sleeping contently on a dusty couch. A few of them featured her friend Tabby: each iteration of Tabby wearing a different hair color. Kate never had many friends: tending toward shyness and introversion. Her eyes locked on one on the far left. She sat up and reached out for it. She thumbed the faded glossy surface carefully. The photo showed her and her mom on her 16th birthday: in front of a grocery store cake decorated with a few candles. She thumbed the surface again but standing up and walking over to put it in her bag to bring to California.

On her nightstand, her phone started ringing. She stared at the unknown number flashing across the screen. She questioned the chance of a paparazzi being on the other end: she swallowed hard and pushed the thought away that it might be Sherry. Throwing caution to the wind, she picked it up “Hello?”

“Hey..Kate. How are you?” Even three years down the line, she could tell the difference between Grayson’s voice and Ethan’s.

“Hi Ethan! Oh my god, how are you?” She turned on the speaker phone and sat cross legged on her bed: mimicking a pose she used to take when Tabby would come over to gush about boys. She hunched forward, leaning in as if Ethan was in the room with her. “I’m good.” Ethan started plainly, “Gray told me you were flying back tomorrow?”

“Yeah I should be there by lunch, I’m leaving at like 6 in the morning,” she started. She sighed and looked down at the phone. In that moment, she was struck by the fact that Grayson and her had yet to share the details of their mundane lives in the past few weeks, that had been anything but mundane. “Do you two still live together?”

“Yup,” Ethan let out a breathy chuckle, “I get to smell him every morning.” Ethan sucked in his top lip, wondering if it was too soon to make that joke in their relationship. “Um but yeah I wanted to call you, say hi.” He shrugged from where he stood, “Let you know that if you need anything, I’m here.” He was silent for a moment. “I’m happy the big guy came to his senses and found you again. I think the best version of my brother happened when he was with you.”

“That means more than you know Ethan.” Kate sighed and fell back against her pillows, “I just—this is so complicated. You don’t think that’s a bad sign or anything?” She spoke openly, feeling relief to have a place to candidly think out loud about the situation for the first time.

Ethan breathed through his nose and picked his words carefully, “It’s what you make of it. And as his brother, I know I’m--I’m biased, but all he wants is just an honest chance. He’ll come through if you let him. Just because things are twisted, doesn’t mean they’re broken.” “Thanks Ethan, that means more than you know.” Kate’s words fell heavy onto the phone. She sat up, as if somehow powered by the idea that twisted did not equal broken.

“Don’t stress about,” Ethan’s voice came with a promise, “If anything, you two taught me something about love last time around. You shouldn’t be worry about it.”

  A/N: I feel like this part is kinda boring and I am sorry!

[galahadwilder]

The Agreste Letters, Ch. 14

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"I, uh." Chat swallowed, sucking in his lips with wide eyes. "Wow."

Ladybug giggled. "Yeah," she said, her fingers going slack around his bell. "I—wow."

"You, uh," Chat said, glancing down at her lips, his face reddening. "Youtastelikepassionfruit."

Ladybug froze, trying not to swallow her tongue. "It was... for you?" she squeaked.

"For me?" he squeaked back, his eyes widening against the steadily pinking skin of his face.

It was at that moment that Rena Rouge began screaming.

Ladybug and Chat Noir flinched as the sound shocked them back out of each other's eyes and into the alleyway next to the bakery. Oh right, Ladybug thought. Audience.

Carapace threw his hands over his ears, stumbling into the brick wall. "Babe!" he shrieked. "The hell!"

Rena spun on her toes, her hair and fox ears bouncing, leaped onto her boyfriend, and began violently shaking him. "IT'S HAPPENING!" she screamed, bouncing on the tips of her paws. "LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR ARE KISSING AND LADYBUG IS MY BEST FRIEND AND BABE IT'S HAPPENING!"

Ladybug felt leather slide against spandex as her partner dropped into a protective animalistic crouch. Pressing down on his cat ears. "Too loud!" he hissed. "Sensitive!"

Oh, right. Enhanced hearing.

Ladybug turned to Rena and cleared her throat. "Rena!" she said.

Rena's head snapped around towards her, her face still alight with manic energy.

Ladybug pointed at the ground. "Sit!"

Immediately, Rena released Carapace's shoulders and dropped onto crossed legs like an excited puppy—then her face clouded with confusion as she looked around at the cobbled ground. "What—why did I just...?"

Ladybug offered a hand to her partner, who gratefully pulled his hands from his ears. "Foxes are canines," she said. She pulled Chat up towards her. "You okay?" she said.

He nodded. "We should check on your mom," he said, nodding toward the bakery side door.

Ladybug's heart squeezed as her head came crashing back down, remembering how her mother's back had twisted all the way around. The sickening crunch of Mayura's foot on bone.

Behind her, she hurt Rena stumble to her feet. "Don’t you dare try it, Cara!" the fox shrieked. "Mom's a Carribean Chef! She taught me to make turtle soup!”

Ladybug had known Nino all her life. Even though he was behind her, she could practically see Carapace's mischievous grin immediately morph into a pout as his mouth snapped closed.

Ladybug swallowed, rolled her eyes. "Yeah," she said. "Let's—head in. Everyone else seems fine."

"I am not fine!" Rena yelled.

"Sit!" Carapace said, a smirk in his voice.

The sound of leather striking cobblestone. "Dammit!"

Ladybug pushed past Chat, reached for the bakery door with shaking hands. She knew that, with the Cure, her mother was fine... but she couldn't shake the image of her mother, twisted at the waist, her spine all the way around.

She twisted the handle and stepped inside. "H-hello?" she called. "Ma—" She caught herself mid-word. "—dame Cheng?"

Chat's claw slipped into her hand, squeezing, reminding. I'm here. You're okay. Everything's all right.

Ladybug's heartbeat calmed at his touch. No matter what happened, Chat would be there for her. The two of them against the world.

"Ladybug?" her mother's voice said.

Ladybug's heart leaped at the sound, and before she knew it, she was dashing the last few steps into the bakery, vaulting over the newly-restored bakery counter.

Her parents were standing in the middle of the shop floor, her father bent over, carefully supporting his wife with his massive hands. Sabine smiled. "You made it!" she said. She took a single, gingerly step, reaching out a hand. (Her husband immediately rushed his hands to catch her, and was immediately locked in place by a death glare from his tiny wife.)

Ladybug barely suppressed a sob as her shoulders went slack. That's my Maman, all right. She stepped forward, but then halted—barely remembered not to fall into her mother's arms.

Tom's eyes were only on his wife, but Sabine—Sabine's eyes widened at Ladybug's hesitance. "Oh no," she breathed. "Is—is my daughter all right? I heard... screaming."

Oh. Her mother—she thought Ladybug's hesitance was because something had happened to Marinette. Ladybug opened her mouth, ready to reassure her, before suddenly realizing: she had no response prepared. Her eyes flicked to Chat.

His slitted greens met hers, and immediately, he was all smiles, his body language shifting into "relaxed" in a way that she should've known could only come from someone used to a camera. "She's fine," he said, his voice calm, steady, reassuring. "I took her upstairs." He nodded back, toward the stairwell she'd just left. "She needed some rest."

Tom's eyes narrowed. "And... the screaming?"

Chat smile went crooked, mischievous. "Rena Rouge saw a chicken," he said.

There was a moment where Ladybug's brain tried to catch up with Chat's mouth. By then it was too late to save her dignity—she was already sputtering. She slapped her hand over her mouth, trying to hold in her laugh as she collapsed against her partner.

Her parents turned to each other, suspicious and confused, but then Chat's ring began to beep.

Ladybug bit down on the insides of her lips, trying to hold in her smile. "New power still has the timer?"

He glanced down at his ring, then at her. "Looks like," he said.

Ladybug unslung her yo-yo from her waist. "Madame Cheng, Monsieur Dupain," she said, nodding to both of them. "We should go."

They were barely out the door before Chat was ushering her upwards, looking toward the roof, her balcony. "Go, go," he whispered.

Ladybug pitched her yo-yo over the chimneys and was gone.

Marinette barely slipped back into bed before her parents came charging up through the trapdoor into her room. The wooden flap burst open, Sabine bursting through in a blur of white silk as she dashed across the carpet and straight up the ladder, launching herself onto her daughter.

"Maman! I'm fine!" Marinette protested, attempting to squirm out of her mother's tight hug.

"You fought—" Sabine said, peppering her daughter's face with kisses between words, "—five Miraculous—wielders at once." She squished her daughter's cheeks between her palms. "Your father and I were so worried about you!"

Of course, Marinette had only fought one, and the other four had been either her or her backup, but she wasn't going to say that anytime soon.

The bed squeaked as Tom climbed up the ladder onto it. "It's true," he said, scooping both his giggling wife and his squealing, embarrassed daughter up in his massive arms. He pressed a kiss into Marinette's forehead, then another. "When the news reached us that you'd broken into that boy's mansion, your mother marched out of her with the peel in her hand, ready to fight Hawkmoth all on her own."

Marinette turned to her mother, incredulously. "Maman?"

Sabine chuckled, stroking her daughter's hair. "If Ladybug hadn't shown up, I was going to drag you home myself."

Marinette 

"I got Akumatized twice today," she said. "I'm feeling really tired, can I...?"

"Of course, pumpkin," her father said, tilting her head up and pressing his lips to her forehead. "Come get us if you need anything."

"Of course, Papa," she murmured.

"Good night, sweetie," he said. "Love you."

"We love you very much," Sabine added, kissing her forehead. "And we're very proud of you."

Her parents left her room carefully, slowly, glancing back at her every few feet as if to check to make sure she hadn't evaporated. She smiled at them, reassuring them as best she could.

The trapdoor closed, and she looked up at the skylight. "Come on in, guys."

The glass creaked, and a shadow slipped in topped in blond, gently padding onto her bed like his namesake. "H-hey, Princess," he said, his voice breaking.

Marinette blinked. "Are you..." She reached forward, taking his cheeks in her hands. "Kitty, are you okay?"

Orange and green followed him down, and then there were four on the bed. "Dude," Carapace said. "I've never seen you cry before."

"Yeah you have," Chat murmured, pressing his face into Marinette's shoulder.

Rena met Marinette's eyes. "He wasn't doing great when your mom said she was gonna fight Hawkmoth," she said. "But when they said they were proud of you..."

"Oh," Marinette said, turning to her partner, rubbing her hand through his hair. "Oh, Chaton." 

Green sparks flew as his transformation released, leather turning to soft cotton as he collapsed further into her chest, sobbing.

"Adrien?" Marinette said.

Adrien met her eyes with his own, wet and heavy. "I... I called her..." He breathed in, his lip trembling, and she could see the devastation in his eyes, worse even than when he'd showed her the letter from his father. "I called her Mom."

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