#prompt 1035

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #1035: Quotes (79)

"Loving me... is hard."

"Yes. It appears so."

"But are you still going to?"

EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO (2022) dir. Yoo In Shik

[helsex-moved]

Was it worth it?

Day 16 + 17 - Diamonds + Mistake (prompt via @evil-xisapril)

[I.D A digital drawing of Evil Xisuma sitting on obsidian, one leg dangling into lava. There is a crate full of diamonds on either side of them and they hold one of them, looking away from it regretfully. In the background there is nether brick and bedrock, as well as fire and part of a nether portal.]

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #1035

Blob ghosts are like the mosquitoes of the ghost zone. They will bite a ghost to draw out their ectoplasm to feed on it. This will last them for a long time so luckily they aren’t a ridiculously annoying pest but an occasional bother. Jason doesn’t know why these green things keep fucking biting him and dying immediately after.

[joelalorian]

my skin in your teeth

a sequel to neighborhood watch | neighbor/boyfriend!frankie morales x f!reader | wc: 1035 | 18+ mdni | masterlist

Summary: Seems like everyone in the house wants to sink their teeth into Frankie in one way or another.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, established relationship, cussing, teasing, fluff, a happy ending for everyone. No use of y/n. Not much, if any, description of reader. idk, i might have missed something. Intended as a sequel to Neighborhood Watch but could be read separately without missing context.

A/N: My belated birthday gift to the ever fantastic and lovely @baronessvonglitter for her Fucktober challenge. Prompts included Frankie and the song Lose Control by Teddy Swims. It's just a short lil' thing, but I had a lot of fun and I hope you enjoy it my love!

“Yeouch!”

You peeked around the doorway to your bedroom to find Frankie rubbing his backside as he glared at Joshua. “What happened?”

“He,” Frankie pointed accusingly at Joshua, who sat perfectly still with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and tail wagging, “chomped on my ass cheek!”

You couldn’t hold back a guffaw, eyes nearly watering with mirth at the scandalized expression on your boyfriend’s handsome face. “Yeah, he does that.”

“Why are you laughing? You should be yelling at him right now!”

“You think I should yell at him for trying to communicate? That’s ridiculous. He can’t speak and he’s just following his instincts. He’s a herding dog and you clearly weren’t going where he wanted you to.” Bending down to scritch Joshua’s ears, you added, “Isn’t that right, buddy? You were just doing what you’re supposed to. Don’t listen to this big baby. You’re such a good boy.”

Frankie shook his head, knowing he lost this particular battle. You watched him walk out of the room; eyes glued to the way his jeans hugged his ass. Licking your lips, you followed him into the kitchen. “You know, I can’t blame him, really. I’d like to sink my teeth into that ass as well.”

For a moment, Frankie’s brain malfunctioned, and he blinked owlishly at you before his handsome face split into a jaw breaking grin. “Is that so?”

In one smooth motion, he sidled up behind you, large hands pulling you back against his broad chest. Pouty lips pressed urgent kisses along your neck, drawing soft giggles and moans from deep in your chest. With a nip to the delicate skin, Frankie whispered, “I could just sink my teeth into your skin as well, baby.”

Lips moving from your neck along your jaw and over your chin, Frankie sought your mouth. Soft kisses quickly became heated at your tongues tangled and Frankie slowly slid his hand down your belly and beneath the hem of your shorts. Thick fingers slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness to pluck and strum at your clit until you became putty in his arms.

The click of Joshua’s nails against the floors as he scampered away barely audible above your keening, Frankie pulled his mouth from yours. “You have me tied up in knots, you know that? I can’t get enough of you. Your mouth, your tits, this tight fucking pussy. Fuck.”

Frankie’s words washed over your skin in soft puffs of breath, causing goosebumps to pepper your neck and arms. This man could bring you to orgasm with just his words alone, you swore. The fullness of first one, then two of his thick fingers slipping inside you was just icing on the cake.

“Need you,” the plea tumbled from your lips. “Please.”

Using his free hand, Frankie pushed the shorts down your hips and thighs until they fell to the floor at your feet. That same hand worked his own shorts until they slipped down his thick thighs before adjusting his hold on you, wrapping his arm around your upper waist to grasp your left tit and tweak a nipple under your shirt.

A mournful moan left your lips when Frankie removed his fingers from you, only to be replaced with the broad tip of his cock. “Yessss,” you hissed when he worked his hips, his cock slipping further inside you with incredible slowness, driving you fucking wild.

Frankie’s hips thrust against your backside when he finally bottomed out. Already, your legs felt like Jell-o and Frankie supported your weight with his strong grip as he worked his cock inside you.

“Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight. Imma bout to lose control.”

“Do it. Lose control, Frankie, and fuck me dumb.”

Giving into your request, deep grunts echoed deliciously in your ears as Frankie fucked into you. How you both remained standing was beyond your understanding, but he remained steady through the powerful thrusts. Still, momentum carried you both forward in shuffled steps toward the counter where you braced your upper body.

Pleasure coiled in your gut, sending your blood boiling as your body gave in to the sensation of being fucked so good by Frankie. Unable to utter any words of sense, you babbled and keened and mewled into the cool air of your kitchen as your orgasm washed over you in deep, earth-shattering shudders.

“That’s it, baby. I love feeling you come all over my cock. You’re fuckin’ dripping all over me,” Frankie talked you through it as you gushed around him. The fluttering of your walls gripping him so tight sent him right over the edge as well. “Oh, fuck, fuck. That’s it. That’s fuckin’ it.”

Your bodies pitched forward as Frankie came, hard, inside you. Your arms gave out at the same time his broad thighs lost the ability to support his own weight. The pair of you wound up in a tangled heap on the kitchen floor, half-dressed, breathless with giggles and the aftereffects of mind-blowing orgasms.

Heaving chests gradually steadied until you both sat up, breathing returned to normal. Frankie looked over at you, chocolate eyes wide with wonder and a dumb grin on his handsome face.

“I love you. Did you know that?” His voice equal parts excited and shy, you shook your head.

“I do now.” You kissed him, tongue teasing along his front teeth as he was unable to stop smiling. “I love you, too, Frankie.”

Somehow, you both pulled your shorts back on and righted the rest of your clothing without getting up off the kitchen floor. Sensing that you two were finished with the gross human stuff, Joshua trotted back into the room, tongue lolling happily, and crawled into your laps to join the heap.

“I love you as well, you lil’ ass biter,” Frankie teased the pup, scratching Joshua’s favorite spot behind his pointed ears.

You watched them, the need to have every day be some variation of this very moment washing over you. Biting your lip in thought, you gave in to the overwhelming desire to blurt out the thing on your mind.

“Frankie…” when he looked at you with those smoldering eyes, you continued, “you should move in with us.”

[joeyalohadream]

Clegan prompt modern au Buck interacting with animals and Bucky’s reactions.

This one's for @coastiewife465 ! Thanks for the prompt, I enjoyed writing it! Hope you enjoy reading it!

Word Count: 1035 (read below the cut for Buck and a kitten!)

“I’ll just wait out here,” Gale tells him, hands in his pockets as he eyes the overcrowded food court through the large glass window.

Bucky hadn’t considered that the ballgame at the stadium across the street starting in hour would make this place so busy when he’d placed his pick-up order for their favorite Chinese spot.

“You sure?” Bucky asked, though he himself wasn’t looking forward to muscling his way through all those people either. “Might take a while if they’re backed up.”

“Yeah, I can’t with all that,” Gale waves his hand, gesturing to the food court and shrugs. Bucky nods, understanding completely. “Think I’ll walk down that way and check if Scoops is busy.” He points down the strip mall sidewalk.

Bucky smirks. “Buck, I’m literally going in there to pick-up our dinner, which is way too much Chinese for two people and you’re going to go get ice cream?”

Gale rolls his eyes at his scolding tone and meets his eyes with a comedically defiant look.

“I like ice cream,” he says as if that justifies it.

A laugh escapes Bucky and he shakes his head. He fists the front of Gale’s t-shirt and pulls him into his space, presses their lips together for a brief moment before releasing his shirt and pushing him away gently in the direction of the ice cream parlor.

“Go get your ice-cream, sugar,” Bucky tells him with a smile, chuckling when the pet name earns him a glare. “I’ll text you when I make it off the battlefield in there.”

“My hero,” Gale drawls out to him before he turns away. Bucky sighs and watches him walk away for a solid minute before entering the food court.

----

After two ignored texts, one unanswered phone call and a glance into Scoops, that he sees is not busy but doesn’t contain his favorite blue-eyed ice cream lover, Bucky is annoyed. It took forever to get the food and now it’s getting cold.

He looks up and down the strip mall walkway and then glares against the sun until he can see his truck clearly in the lot. No Gale.

Huffing out a sigh he tries to call him again and starts walking back toward the food court. Maybe Gale had tired of waiting for him and braved the crowd after all. Movement to the left draws his attention and he stops to take in the large, colorful bird behind the window of a pet store. The bird stretches out both wings as Bucky watches and he can’t help but think Gale would’ve thought it was pretty.

He narrows his eyes at the thought and walks closer to the window, leaning forward to peak inside.

And there, just inside and sitting in a chair in the middle of some kind of waist-high enclosure is his missing boyfriend. Shaking his head, he uses the hand not carrying their rapidly cooling dinner to push the door open and walks straight up to the edge of the little make-shift fence.

He’s ready to scold the younger man for not checking his phone and making him search for him but his thoughts come to an abrupt halt as he takes in the scene in front of him.

Gale hasn’t even noticed his arrival, too preoccupied with the tiny white kitten sitting on his lap and looking up at him with eyes blue enough to rival his own. He’s using two long fingers to scratch under its chin and Bucky can see his lips moving but can’t make out the words he’s speaking to the animal.

What he can make out is the dimple on his cheek and the lines by his eyes that indicate he’s smiling one of real genuine smiles. His shoulders are relaxed as he uses the hand that’s not occupied with chin scratches to stoke down the kittens back.

Gale hunches over and places a kiss to the animal’s tiny head and Bucky has a really bad feeling that he came down here to pick up dinner and he’s going to be leaving with a kitten.

He clears his throat and then feels a little guilty when Gale startles. But then that gentle smile is directed at him, and he knows he’s got a dopey look on his face as he looks into those blue eyes.

“Who’s your friend Buck?” He teases.

“She doesn’t have a name,” Gale answers him, eyes shining. “Yet.”

“Gale,” Bucky’s starts with a warning tone, but then Gale’s eyes get bigger and somehow brighter, possibly even bluer and he’s so damn cute that Bucky already knows he’s going to take this damn cat home.

And Bucky wants to tell Gale that the apartment is technically his and Gale just moved in two days ago, and that neither of them know anything about cats, and that their schedules are so hectic they don’t really have time for a pet.

He doesn’t tell him any of that though because Gale picks the little animal up in one hand and holds it to his chest and says, “Please, Bucky?”

Gale never asks for anything really, so instead he sighs and says, “Okay, Buck.” And the smile he gets in return makes him want to melt into the floor.

----

An hour later, after so much damn paperwork, Bucky holds the door open for Gale and they walk out of the pet store. Bucky’s holding their now probably ruined dinner in one hand and a tote bag full of essentials for cat ownership in the other while Gale holds a small carrier containing their new roommate.

“Come on,” Bucky tells him and moves to start towards the truck. “We’ve still gotta get cat litter and all that shit somewhere on the way home and I’m starving.”

He doesn’t hear footsteps behind him though and when he turns Gale hasn’t moved and he looks conflicted, sheepish. Bucky takes the few steps back to him, concern pulling his eyebrows down.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Gale’s cheeks turn red, and he brings his free hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“I, uh, I still really want ice cream,” he says, and Bucky loves him so much it hurts.

[billlydear]

Hi! This is kinda a heavy topic so feel free to skip if you’re not comfortable! Could you possibly do a writing of how Billy would react to his usually stoic and strong s/o going though something really upsetting and crying to him? I recently lost a loved one so I could use some comfort :( and Billy looks like he gives good hugs.

ROLE REVERSAL - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 1035 - REQUEST - MASTERLIST - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

i'm so sorry for your loss, i hope that this is able to help, and if there's anything else i can do to cheer you up, please let me know <3

It's not typical for you to show up at Billy's door crying. Usually it's the other way around, tears gathering in his bruised eyes threatening to slip down his stinging cheeks, waiting in the safety of his saddened gaze until he's in the sanctuary that your embrace has to offer.

He's so familiar with this routine, get hit, fall down, get up, go home, cry, that when it's reversed, when his home comes to him crying, his stomach twists with an uncomfortable feeling.

He meets you on the doorstep, though not because he's afraid of Neil seeing you. The couple is out for the weekend, and Max was supposed to be asleep hours ago, though Billy has a sneaking suspicion she's still up.

It was no trick of the light, there are tears on your cheeks. Something prickles in his chest, hot, angry, sharp, but you butt your head against his front and his heart steps forwards to block it from hurting you. Instead you meet the soft material of his fleece jacket, something that he'll never admit to sleeping in in front of his friends.

"Y/N," He wraps his arms around you by instinct, and you cling to him, so he knows he made the right choice. Your chest is convulsing with sobs he doesn't know the cause of, and every second that he sits there and lets you suffer makes his teeth clench.

"Angel," He keeps his voice low and sweet for the amount of anger brewing inside of him, tilting your chin up with his fingers hooked beneath it, "What happened? Who did this to you?"

Billy sees tears on your cheeks and wants to fight. He knows fighting means crying, and if he can fight back for once in his life, then you won't cry anymore. But you shake your head vehemently, face smearing against his chest and leaving dark tearstains where your eyes rest.

"Talk to me," He pleads, and he probably sounds more brash than he wants to. He's just desperate, he can't fix things if he doesn't know what's wrong.

The second you're able to breathe long enough to stammer out that he can't fight death, his entire body stiffens. He feels it from his head to his toes, the aching realization that he can't fix this. You're going to cry, you're going to hurt, you're going to suffer, and he can't stop it, he can't fix it.

Your sobs are loud and they gush from you in waterfalls, so it's no surprise when Max pokes her head out of the front door, a nervous frown on her face. He knew she wasn't sleeping.

"Y/N?" She starts, but Billy shakes his head.

"Not now," He mumbles, tilting his head back inside, "Go get her a jacket from my closet. And- and brew some of your mom's tea shit!"

When Max follows his directions, only willingly because they're for you, he turns back to you.

"Let's go inside," He prompts you, hunching down to catch beneath your bum, lifting you up slightly to haul you over the threshold. On a typical day, he'd give your ass a cheeky squeeze, but he doesn't think it would be very considerate now.

You seem content to stay buried in his chest the entire walk to the couch, however awkward the shuffle is. When he finally gets onto the couch you're on top of him already, his back sinking against the cushions while you dig your knees into his hips. He keeps you as close as possible, rubbing up and down your back the way you do when he comes through your window at night.

He tries parroting the sweet nothings that you whisper into his ear during those late-night tear-filled meetups, and the more he croons to you, the more natural his words become.

'You're safe,' and 'You can cry,' turn into, 'I'm sorry, angel.' and 'Breathe, baby'. One that stays the same is, 'It'll get better,' and he takes solace in the fact that you won't be sad forever. He knows you need to be sad now, though, so he clenches his teeth and accepts that he can't fix this.

When Max comes back with his hoodie and your mug of tea you thank her tearily, but Billy knows you don't want to sob around her, so he sends her back to bed. He does it politely, though, because he knows she's evading sleep to care about you, not to get on his nerves.

"Careful," Billy murmurs, watching your hands shake as they grip your tea. He cups his large hand underneath the mug to hold it steady, and a gulp of the steamy liquid sends a shiver down your spine. He scratches it away, smoothing hair away from your face where it's been stuck there with tears.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He tries, careful not to prod where you don't want to be pushed. You blink quickly, teary eyes focused on his chest rather than his face, and he lets you avoid eye contact.

"No," You breathe, scrunching your eyes shut when fresh tears bud at their borders, "No, I just- I just want to.. sit. And cry."

"Okay," He nods, his curls bouncing around his head, freshly washed and formed, "Okay angel. Crying is.. good."

He echoes your vehement sentiments that he hears when he lets himself break down, your encouragements to get it out of his system when it tries escaping instead of holding it prisoner. Because if you don't cry now, you'll just cry more later.

"Yeah," You sniffle, nodding, and though it doesn't make you smile, the familiarity of the words BIlly reassures you with is comforting, "Yeah, crying is good."

"One more sip," He murmurs, tipping the mug back up to your mouth. You gulp down another mouthful, then he sets it on the table.

"Okay, angel." He rubs his hands against your back once more, tucking his chin down so that his cheek meets the crown of your head, "Let it out." He turns to kiss your head, tucking his nose against it and speaking into your scalp as he tugs you closer to him, "Cry, baby, I've got you."

[vodika-vibes]

Vodika, my beloved, I'm so sorry I didn't drop this in when you first opened your event, but yesterday was probably the craziest day I have had at work in a long time, then I had obligations in the evening, and I didn't get home until 11pm which was already way past my bedtime 😂

I digress... I am here now to congratulate you on your 400 followers!!! They're all so well-deserved. I get a little teary-eyed just thinking about when you first started out 🥹 Then you wrote that Alpha-17 fic request, and you sky-rocketed into the atmosphere! I'm so proud of you, darling 💚💚💚

Without further ado, my request goes a little something like this... For my bouquet, may I have Purple Lilacs and Calla Lillies wrapped in a beautiful pink ribbon? And for my pairing, perhaps a Five x Fem!Reader where Fives has fallen head over heels for the reader and wants to impress her?

I'm thinking sweet, soft, and romantic vibes, with just a hint of nerves, a dash of overthinking, and a pinch of embarrassment.

I'm so excited and can't wait to see what you come up with!!! I know it will be wonderful and amazing, just like you 😘

Please and thank you, with love,

@the-bad-batch-baroness

It Could Be Love

Summary: You are going on your first date with Fives

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 1035

Warnings: Fluff. Like cotton candy levels of fluff

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

Prompts: Calla Lilies - Beauty and Magnificence; Purple Lilacs - first love

A/N: 🥺BAABE! You say that nicest things to me! I'm so glad that you sent a request! That you always send requests! Especially since I started writing fics in the first place because of how kind you were to me at that beginning! ❤️❤️❤️I hope you enjoy your Fives fluff!

Nervously you card your fingers through your hair as you watch yourself in the mirror. You twist this way and that, looking for any flaws and imperfections with your outfit, before you exhale and smooth your skirt.

You have a date.

No. To be more specific. You have a date with the most attractive man you’ve ever met in your life, and you’re incredibly anxious about it.

Fives is handsome and confident, with a natural charisma that is insanely attractive, and you still can’t really believe that he asked you, of all people, out.

What if you say the wrong thing? What if Fives doesn’t like your outfit? What if your reservation is canceled? What if he’s not that interested-?

No. No, you’re borrowing trouble.

If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t have asked you out.

You’re just overthinking everything.

You take a deep steadying breath, and look over your outfit one more time. A white sundress with a pink sash, and a matching pink ribbon braided through your hair and matching pink sandals. 

It’s a cute ensemble, casual enough that you’re comfortable in it, but class enough that you can get away with wearing it at all but the most high end restaurants. 

You glance at your chrono, and your stomach flips with anxious excitement.

Fives should be here shortly.

You slip out of your bedroom, and head to the front door to slide your sandals on, just as the doorbell rings. 

You take a moment, just a moment, to take a deep breath to settle your nerves, and then you hit the button next to the door. And then you favor the man on the other side of the door with a bright smile, “Fives! You’re early.”

He is, by about fifteen minutes. But you don’t mind, the more time you spend with him the happier you’ll be, after all.

He laughs, and rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah, sorry. I’ve actually been waiting outside for about thirty minutes.” Fives admits. “I’m a little…eager.”

You move to the side and silently invite him in, “You didn’t have to wait outside, Fives. I would have been more than happy to let you wait inside.” You say warmly, “But it is nice to know that I’m not the only one eager.”

He flashes a grin at you, and you feel your heart skip a beat. It really isn’t fair how handsome he is. 

“You look beautiful, Mesh’la.” Fives says then, lifting his hand to lightly brush his fingers against the pale pink ribbon in your hair, “I feel underdressed now.”

Your face heats at his compliment, “Thank you. I bought the whole outfit specifically for this date. Is it too much, do you think?”

“No. No, it’s perfect.” He says immediately, and then a sly grin crosses his face, “You bought a whole outfit, just to show off for me?”

“When you say it like that it sounds weird,” You say sheepishly.

“I’m flattered. You didn’t have to. You would have been just as stunning in jeans and a tee shirt…or a burlap sack.” Fives says cheerfully, “I would have looked underdressed either way.”

“I think you look very nice,” You say with a shake of your head. And he does. Somehow he managed to get his hands on a set of civilian clothes, and is wearing a nice dark blue button down shirt, and black slacks. He looks amazing, actually.

“Thanks. They were a gift. From Senator Amidala and General Skywalker.”

You shoot him an odd look, “I wasn’t aware you were so close to Senator Amidala.” You finish sliding your sandals on, and then smile up at him.

“Yeah, I didn’t either. But apparently my brothers have loud mouths, and she found out about this date from General Skywalker.” He pushes his fingers through his curls, “Imagine my surprise when I got woken up this morning because Senator Amidala and her Handmaidens were giving me a makeover.”

You giggle, “Well, you look amazing.”

“I now have more clothes than I know what to do with.” Fives says with a sigh, though there’s an amused glimmer in his eyes, “At least I’ll be able to stand next to you without embarrassing you.”

“I would never,” You reply, “You’re…” You falter as you try to think of the right word, “Magnificent.”

A startled laugh falls from his lips, “Is that right?”

Your face heats again, “That’s a weird compliment, isn’t it?”

He grins at you and offers you his hand, “No, beautiful. A little surprising, maybe, but I’m glad you think so highly of me.”

You take his hand and Fives grins at you as he gently twirls you, “Beautiful.”

“Me or the dress?”

“You, of course. The dress only enhances what’s already there.” Fives spins you again, “You know, we still have a bit of time before our reservation-”

“I know, I tried to get an earlier one-”

He shushes you with a press of his finger against your lips, “I’m not complaining, beautiful.” Fives reassures you with a gentle smile, “I’m wondering if you might be interested in dancing with me?”

You stare at him, startled, and then you duck your head, “I’d really like that.” You whisper shyly, before you glance up at his face.

Fives’ smile is soft, and he’s looking at you like he’s never seen anyone quite like you before. Slowly you reach up and slide your fingers against his cheek and his eyes slide shut.

“Fives?” You whisper.

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper in your quiet apartment.

“I’d like that a lot,” He replies, his voice just as soft.

You push up to stand on your toes, and he ducks his head just a little bit, and your lips ghost against his.

It’s a soft kiss. Shy and gentle, almost.

It ends as quickly as it begins, but Fives keeps his lips hovering just over yours. “You know,” He murmurs, “I could love you, if you let me.”

You smile at him, soft and loving, “Funny,” You whisper, “I was thinking the same exact thing.”

And then his lips are against yours again as he walks you deeper into your apartment.

[alotofpockets]

You're safe with me | Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Prompt: “They will have to go through me before they get to you.”

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1035

Your girlfriend had always looked up to the Avengers. She had told you about the day she saw Hawkeye fight in the Battle of New York, the tragic event which led to the death of her father. Over time she had shared this story with you, letting you in on why archery became so important to her. So, when the opportunity arose for her to work with Clint Barton himself and eventually join the Avengers, her decision was quickly made. You had and always will support her in all her decisions, and you were very proud of the hero she was becoming.

The upside of Kate becoming an Avenger was that you always had someone to protect you. The downside, however, was that it also tended to be the reason why you needed protection in the first place. It seemed like there was always someone set on hurting the Avengers, their loved ones included.

You had gotten close to Laura, Clint’s wife, when Kate first joined the Avengers. She knew what you were going through from personal experience and was a great person for advice as well as company. It comforted you to know their relationship could withstand the evil that was out in the world, it always gave you a certain sense of security.

After the first time people tried to go after you, Kate made you a promise. She had promised you that she would never leave you alone at night. That meant she was there or when she wasn’t able to, you had a place to stay at the Avengers Compound or the Barton residence.

Tonight, you both slept in your shared apartment. You had loved this place from the beginning, there was so much space, and you were fully able to decorate the home to both of your liking. It was the first home after living with parents for the both of you.

A strange noise coming from downstairs woke you up, you nudged Kate until she woke up as well. “I think someone is downstairs.” You whisper. After hearing that Kate is wide awake and already at the bedroom door listening for movement downstairs. The second she hears a noise too, she walks to the closet and grabs her bow and arrow. With your eyes widen “What are you going to do?”. Kate looks back at you, “They will have to go through me before they get to you.”

You knew that meant that she wanted you to stay and let her handle the situation. Kate was going to protect you at all costs, she had made that clear when she had shared wanting to join the Avengers when she got the opportunity to. So, you did, you stayed in the room. You heard her raise her voice and the sound of shattering glass filled the apartment. You hated the waiting around and not knowing if Kate was okay, but you knew to trust her with stuff like this.

About fifteen minutes later she came back up unharmed. “They’re gone. I think it was those guys that were following you last week, Trust a Bro was the name on the van right?” You only nod your head in response. “Okay, in that case this wasn’t a random break in.” She walks back to the closet and grabs two duffel bags. “Pack some clothes, we’re going to the Barton’s for a while until we figure something out, okay?” You take the back from her with shaky hands. Kate notices and realizes you’re still scared. “You’re safe with me, baby. I’ll be by your side the whole time.” She gives you a hug before you both pack your clothes.

Before closing the door, you look back inside the apartment, “What about the rest of our stuff?” Kate grabs your hand. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll call Stark in the morning and ask him to hire some movers in the morning. I know how important the home we build together is, I’ll ask if we can store it at the Compound for a bit.” That reassures you enough to close the door behind you.

When you arrive at the Barton’s it’s already morning, you knock on the door and Clint answers. “Kate, y/n, we weren’t expecting you, were we?” He says worriedly, thinking he might have forgotten something. “No, I’m sorry to just drop by. Something happened tonight and I didn’t want to call you at that time of the night.” Clint ushers you in. “Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome here. What happened?”. You explain the situation and Clint tells you that the two of you are more than welcome to stay with him for however long you need. “Come on in, Laura was just making some breakfast.”.

You turn the corner into the kitchen and are met with three excited kids running your way. They each hug both you and Kate like they haven’t seen you in years, while it has maybe been three weeks. You gladly hugged them back though, you loved these kids like they were your family. Laura also hugs the both of you hello, “Have you had anything to eat yet?” When you both say no she offers to make some extra food.

After breakfast the kids go outside to play. Clint asks both of you to stay for a moment. “Laura and I have been talking about this for a while, so I don’t want you to think this is a rushed decision. I just think that with what’s been going on, that now is a good time to offer. As you know we’ve been remodeling the barn into a guest house. We would like you to live there if you would want that of course. It’s up to you, but we would really like it. Having more people around and of course a safe environment.” You and Kate exchange a look, she sees the instant comfort in your eyes and responds with, “We would love that. Thank you so much!”

The following weeks you’re helping Clint get the house ready. Tony agreed to get some movers to transport your belongings to the new house and soon you had a new place to make your home.

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

Mochi Date

YGO Rare Pair Week Day 8

Prompt: Free Day!

Pairing: Kuaidul Velgear/Fukamura

Word Count: 1035

Summary: Kuaidul asks Fukamura out on a date and feeds him mochi.

Author's Note: This fic involves two characters currently involved (in Fukamura's case, introduced in) Go Rush's 3rd season. No plot details are given away and I don't specify when this takes place but if you want to be completely spoiler blind and haven't seen at least episode 117, this could have potential spoilers.

@ygorarepairweek

“You!” The moment Kuaidul finally located Fukamura, conveniently hiding in his ball form on a park bench, he beamed brightly and pointed him down. “You’re coming with me, cat man!”

Kuaidul charged at the little ball of darkman and scooped him into his arms with a happy little hum. Fukamura let out a startled yelp.

“What?! Why?!” The darkman was squirming in protest. “What are you doing?! I haven't done anything to your brother, I swear!”

“Oh, I know!” Kuaidul couldn’t help but chuckle. “You know I trust you!”

“Then why?! What is this?!” Fukamura bounced out of Kuaidul’s arms and onto the ground.

Kuaidul chuckled again. Putting his hand on his chest, he cleared his throat. “Kuaidul Velgear, the lone space warrior following his heart’s compass, requests a date with you, Fukamura.”

“H-huh?” Fukamura’s absolute terror was replaced by total bewilderment. “You want to… what?”

“Oh?” Kuaidul chuckled to hide his nerves. “You haven’t heard of dating?”

“I have!” Fukamura shouted louder than he intended to, his cheeks bright red. “But…” His ball form’s arm raised to point an accusing finger at Kuaidul. “Why would YOU want to date ME?”

Kuaidul grinned a little. “I happen to find you attractive. Is that so strange?”

Fukamura looked away, fidgeting with his fingers. “I didn’t think you found anyone attractive… Besides maybe yourself.”

“Ha!” Kuaidul couldn’t help but huff with laughter. “So you admit I’m very attractive? Is that a yes then, you adorable creature of darkness?”

Fukamura frowned, raising his hand to his chin. “Would I have to leave my society-avoiding domain?”

“Not if you don't want to. After all, I can always just do this.” Kuaidul went over and scooped Fukamura’s ball form into his arms again, ruffling his hair with his fingers.

Against his better judgement, Fukamura broke into a brief purr. He struggled to bite it back as he replied,

“I guess… I’m curious what a date… with someone like you… on Earth would entail.”

“Perfect!” Kuaidul couldn’t help but hug the squishy little Darkman, making Fukamura groan in annoyance a bit.

“So… did you have a plan?” Fukamura asked after a while of being hugged.

“I didn’t think I'd get this far!” Kuaidul exclaimed, louder than he needed to.

“O-oh…” Fukamura couldn’t help but laugh a little.

Kuaidul held Fukamura up, staring up at him with a bright smile. “Do you like food? I can cook!”

Fukamura raised an eyebrow. “YOU can cook?”

Kuaidul nodded eagerly. “When I can steal Maki-san’s kitchen for a while, yes! I indeed can and do cook! What would you like? I assume not udon? Since that would be cannibalism for you?”

“U-um…” Fukamura buried his face in his ball form, overwhelmed by all the questions, and the fear that Kuaidul might drop him as a prank. “I-I like… mochi…”

Kuaidul blinked. “You want to eat mochi as a meal? I thought that was a dessert?”

“U-uh, well-”

“I like your style, Fukamura!” Kuaidul cut in excitedly before Fukamura could think of a reply. “Mochi for lunch it is!”

He carried Fukamura's ball form all the way to Maki’s kitchen, still holding him when he greeted her.

“Greetings! Kuaidul Velgear, brother of Yudias, requests-”

“You want to use my kitchen again,” Maki cut in.

Kuaidul’s eye twitched for a moment. “Yes indeed! I am going to create mochi for my new boyfriend!”

He presented Fukamura to her. The darkman shied further into his ball form with a startled ‘eep’.

Maki let out a confused chuckle. “Ooookay… Well, you’ve yet to completely destroy my kitchen so far so…” She was taking steps backwards out of the kitchen as she spoke. “Do your… thing with your… ball friend there.”

“Gladly!” Kuaidul placed Fukamura aside on a stool before grabbing his trusty cookbook and flipping through it. “Let’s see… Mochi, mochi… Mochi! Found it!”

Kuaidul grabbed all of the ingredients and instantly got to baking the recipe.

“And voila!” Kuaidul did a fancy twirl to turn around and show the completed tray of mochi to Fukamura. “A sweet mochi lunch for my sweet little boyfriend!”

“Can you really call me your boyfriend when it’s only a first date?” Fukamura asked, looking away.

“Are you implying you don’t want a second date with me?” Kuaidul asked, placing the tray of mochi aside.

“That… um… depends…” Fukamura put his hands over his red blushing face.

“On how much you like my mochi?” Kuaidul asked, taking a piece of mochi in his fingers.

Fukamura frowned at him, huffing in annoyance. “It’s hard to mess up mochi.”

“Then I should have no problem securing that second date, huh?” Kuaidul winked as he held a piece of mochi up to Fukamura’s face.

The Darkman’s gaze shifted to the treat. Licking his lips, Fukamura took the piece of mochi in his mouth and ate it one bite. He let out a small delighted squeak.

“Ah. So I did well then,” Kuaidul remarked, patting Fukamura on the head as he would a cat.

“Th-this is…” Fukamura buried his face back in his ball form, his next words almost too quiet for Kuaidul to hear. “This is the best mochi I’ve ever had…”

Kuaidul immediately scooped Fukamura in his arms again, exclaiming, “And you’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had!”

Fukamura poked his head out, raising an eyebrow.

“How many boyfriends have you had?”

“One!” Kuaidul was beaming ear to ear as he answered.

Fukamura sighed, unable to fight back a smile. Kuaidul carried Fukamura over to the nearby table, placing him in one of the chairs and the tray of mochi on the table. Fukamura fully emerged from his ball form to sit in the chair.

“Have as many as you like, cutie,” Kuaidul slid the tray over to Fukamura. “I made plenty.”

Fukamura’s cheeks reddened further. “Only if you eat some of it too… it would feel weird to just… have you stare at me while I eat.”

“Alright.” Kuaidul sat in the chair next to Fukamura, taking a piece of mochi in his fingers. “Deal.”

Fukamura looked away with a smile. Kuaidul was, unfortunately, growing on him… Slowly but surely… The idea of that second date was sounding more and more appealing to Fukamura…

[dutchwinter]

tbh the piss kink for me is mostly the holding/desperation part. or the exhibitionism of pissing in public or where you shouldnnt be even if youre alone but mostly like in public. why am i confessing this with nothing prompting it at 1035 pm on a wednesday night. anyway what is in it for you guys

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Russingon - March

Written for my dear reader MoonLord :D

I am not entirely sure about this one...but here it is <3

Prompts: “are you okay" - Rough - Overprotective

Pairing: Maedhros x Fingon

Words: 1035

Warnings: Fighting, blood, doom, sadness, fear, naïve rewriting of the Nirnaeth, I am not feeling well, don't shoot me!

Even though he was standing in an ephemeral pool of gleaming light, Maedhros felt a terrible shadow fall across his soul. He shivered violently.

At once, he recognised this sickening sensation only—the paralysing, clammy cold irrepressibly took him back to flashes of burning ships on dark waters and rough, cruel hands dragging him away from his screaming brothers on a field of fire.

He knew this sickening sense of foreboding only too well. They were about to be betrayed.

“Finno,” he gasped instinctively, his shapely head whipping around in search of his beloved.

Of course, per their agreed-upon battleplan, his lover was on the opposite side of the vast expanse of raw ruin, and he would have to cross literal hell to get to him in time.

The crownless, dishonoured prince had dreamed this so many times—losing Fingon because he was just not fast or skilful enough—and he was grimly determined not to let the nightmares haunting him eat up what little was left of his life.

Thus, he pushed through the throng of combatants blindly; every step was akin to wading through an ocean of sticky blood and stray limbs, and the mad screaming was deafening, but he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted or held up by the rivers of misery trying to ensnare his body and mind.

In passing, he caught a glimpse of Caranthir’s face—deadly pale under the splatter of black blood—and he swore to himself that he’d find and console his brother in due time.

“You are not the first to have trusted foolishly and to find yourself wickedly backstabbed,” he wanted to scream at that motionless mien that gave away how deep his sibling’s mental hurt truly was. “Rally, Moryo! There shall be time for remonstrances and remorse when the day is won. Now, stand and fight!”

All this and more, he yearned to say.  He longed to hear his voice rising above the terrible storm of chaos and destruction, but his lungs were burning, and his tongue wouldn’t move.

Once more, he had no choice but to forge ahead alone—mute and miserable.

After his capture and long, torturous abiding in the enemy’s fortress of pain, Maedhros had solemnly promised never to desert his family again, but could that reproach really be laid at his feet now?

Fingon was more than his cousin, more than one to whom he owed a life debt—he was the only sliver of purity and faith left intact within Maedhros’s crumbling heart, and losing him, he who had been brave and loyal from the very beginning to the bitter end, would have been too much of an injustice to bear.

“You cannot mean this,” Maedhros whispered, unsure whether it was Manwë or Námo with whom he was pleading within his mind. “We remember our Doom, worry not, but he cannot be part of the sacrifices and losses I am bound to bear.”

In the distance, a flash of gold danced like fireflies above a murky pool, and—clenching his jaw as fatigue and injury tried to tear him down—the Lord of Himring threw himself into a solid wall of armoured bodies like a crazed beast fighting for its survival.

“If you take him,” he mouthed as he hacked through limbs and fetid air with frenzied violence, “then you prove my father’s darkest accusations right. If this is the end of Findekáno, you are no better than Morgoth and his monstrosities.”

Every step was agony, but he pushed on, reciting the poems and empty phrases of puerile devotion that sprang from his muddled memory incessantly.

Once upon a time, he had believed the Valar to be invincible, and—one last time—Maedhros needed that blind faith to make it to the one he loved.

Praying fervently to Aulë and Ulmo to strengthen the hearts and arms of their favoured creations, he—who had been disappointed and abandoned more often than he could count—trusted that his allies would prevail.

As if the Powers that had turned away from his line had heard and heeded his desperate pleading, the host of savage fighters seemed to part like a roiling sea before Maedhros’s bleary eyes, and he could, at long last, make out Fingon’s glorious, unbowed silhouette, outlined starkly against the irreverently blue sky.

Soon, he knew, Morgoth would be forced to release his ultimate weapon: mindless, unbridled chaos.

Thus, it was vital to retreat and regroup before their carefully laid-out plans were turned against them.

Loyalty, he thought despairingly even as he reached his lover, should certainly vanquish base betrayal.

Throwing himself bodily between Fingon and the swelling tide of flame-wreathed foes, Maedhros pushed his half-cousin out of the way roughly.

“Love, are you okay?” the other exclaimed, surprised and alarmed by the unexpected arrival. If Maedhros was here, he immediately understood, it meant that all their strategies had gone awry.

“The Valiant” he was named, and he proved once more that he deserved that epitaph as he took a quick sidestep that allowed him to cleave a hitherto unnoticed enemy about to strike down Maedhros.

“We must away,” the exhausted redhead grunted. “Stay behind me!”

Despite the lethal danger caressing his skin with cold fingers, Fingon laughed throatily at that heart-warming but utterly ridiculous exhortation.

“You’ve ever been overprotective,” he guffawed good-humouredly. “As one I still cherish told your father once—lead and I shall follow! I have your back, my darling. And we have brothers to save!”

Whispering words of gratitude and relief under his breath, Maedhros chose life—Fingon’s and his own—over the horrible, seductive allure of the sweet, mendacious promise of a victory he knew to be incontrovertibly out of reach.

How easy it would have been to give in to the despair gnawing at his soul unrelentingly and follow the perfidious siren call into death!

Consciously renouncing the fateful flaw of his blood that ever pushed them to retaliate against treachery by unleashing the full extent of the reckless, self-forgotten fury of which they were undeniably capable, Maedhros—becoming the king he’d never wanted to be, garlanded by golden light and cold air—wisely declared the day lost and his union doomed.

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Hung by meathook through the shoulder

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[rebornologist]

Hello babe! I love you so so much and your fungus + fish pictures ;)) Can't wait to see you again and go crazy for girlie night kekekeke 🤪 Anyway time to indulge in my toxic trait 👁👄👁 Can I have an imagine for 🔧 where he has a fight with their s.o. over him always working and never making time/canceling last minute on date nights 😭but you know instead of the typically they both say some hurtful shit and cool off and apologize and makeup, I WANT IT DRAMATIC, MY TOXIC TRAIT! I WANT S.O. TO LEAVE WITHOUT A WORD LIKE 🔧 SAYS SOME SHIT LIKE I ENJOY WORKING THAN GOING ON THESE STUPID DATES AND LEAVES TO HIS WORKSHOP AND S.O. IS JUST SHOCKED PACK THEIR BAGS AND LEAVES NO NOTE NO NOTHING. eh you can decide to end it however you want whether he finds s.o. and makeup or he ain't see them ever again 🤡 love you bby gurl my best stem major girlie 💓 💗 💖 💕 😘

hiii baefie ♡♡ I didn't adhere completely to the prompt and ngl I just lost steam at the few hundred words pt, but I hope this is some juicy drama for you :') xx

♡ SPANNER/READER silly date night drama˚₊⁺˳✧ warnings: ngl reader just stonewalls him, I don't condone this behaviour count: 1035 words

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It wouldn’t happen again.

You told yourself that you wouldn’t let it happen again, and he promised you the same.

So you sit there, scrolling on your phone, checking your texts with him, wondering why it seemed to be happening again.

‘bb?’ you shoot him a message, chewing on your bottom lip as you try to suppress your dreadful thoughts. He doesn’t even read the message for a while, and you spend a few minutes fixing up your jewelry and makeup before nervously checking the phone again. Nothing.

You decide to call him.

He doesn’t pick up, and that’s when you feel that familiar frustration light up inside of you, like a match was struck.

Your phone pings with a new text.

‘srry working.’

You scoff when you read it, and call again.

“Hey, babe—” he mumbles, speaking with the same lazy tone and muffled by the lollipop in his mouth. He’s working.

“Hi, how much longer are you working for?” You nearly spit out, trying and failing to put a cap on your mounting annoyance.

He doesn’t reply for a moment, and you just hear rustling as he puts his phone on speaker and sets it down to return to the task at hand. You raise an eyebrow, and he finally clears his throat.

“I’ll be in the shop overnight, one of the—”

“So no date night??” At this point, you’re unable to mask the disappointment in your voice.

More rustling and shuffling sounds, the quiet clang of metal against metal. “Huh..? Oh, tonight? I can’t.”

Your response was delayed as well, but for other reasons. You look at the little gift that you had so thoughtfully put together for him. You weren’t sure how it happened, but next thing you know, there were warm tears streaming down your face, as your mind swirled with thoughts of him having the audacity to sound like he was brushing you aside yet again. And you were probably screaming, but your ears felt clogged and he sounded even more muffled over the phone.

“You never can! Maybe you might as well build a robot partner for yourself, because you clearly cannot respect the needs of a human one!”

“[Y/n], when did I ever.. say anything about dis..respecting you?” he groans, biting down on the stick between his teeth.

“You don’t respect my time, Spanner! Over and over again, you keep canceling on me, completely abandoning our plans, leaving me waiting. I don’t want all of our time spent together to be in your musty workshop. We’ve been wanting to go out for so long!”

That seemed to strike a nerve with him. He whips his head over to face his phone this time, quickly pulling the lollipop out and clearing his throat.

“Maybe I enjoy spending my time in my fucking workshop?!”

He’s met with silence. You swallow your sobs quietly, and end the call.

He goes back to work, but not before quickly sending you a text: ‘will talk to yuo tmrw’.

He does not get to talk to you tomorrow. You decide it yourself. You pack your essentials, realizing that you don’t even want to be here when he comes back to your shared living space. You pull up to Colonello and Lal’s place, spending the weekend in their guest room and talking through some of your feelings with them over take out and a bottle of wine.

When Spanner returns the next day to find all of your key belongings missing, he completely just bluescreens and his brain is scrambled. He sends a string of confused texts, calls a few times, gets left on delivered and sent to voicemail, and finally he reaches out to ask Irie what the fuck happened. He panics for a solid day, checking his phone every few hours, turning over pillows for any hidden notes, biting every lollipop stick down to just pulpy paper sludge before spitting it out bitterly.

What makes it worse is that he finds the wrapped gift on the dining table, the one thing that slipped your mind when you left. You also left your key behind; it may have also just slipped your mind, but it signaled to him that you did not intend to return.

Now, depending on whether and how you decide to get him back in the loop of what you were thinking, feeling, and doing, the situation could resolve itself fairly amicably or very unfortunately.

If you contact him later on, explaining yourself and actually discussing why you felt the need to up and leave, he would.. do his best to understand, and express that he would rather you not do that again and leave him in the dark like that, but the experience might actually light a fire under his ass to commit to the time he promises to spend with you. Unfortunately, I think that also means that he makes less date plans with you just so he can be realistic about fulfilling them, especially when it’s crunch time for him. You get your fill of quality time by spending it with him in his musty (it's really clean, actually) workshop in addition to the very sweet dates he takes you on every once in a long while.

If you just go on ghosting him, it would take him a good week to come to the conclusion that you.. don’t want to see him ever again. He opened the gift box in case there was a note from you in it, and there was. It was a really sweet little message encouraging him to cut himself some slack and take some time off for rest between working on his machines, and that you’re here for him when he needs to turn his brain off and just bask in your affection… clearly, you’re not always here for him. That note and the little gift you had included makes his head hurt every time he looks at it, so he sets it aside in a corner of his shop with the intention of leaving it untouched until you come back to him. He’s sooo avoidant rip. SpannerY/n, y’all had a good run.

fin.✧

[aquietwritingcorner]

Blood-Stained Tiles

Title: Blood-Stained Tiles Day: Febuwhump Day 14 Prompt:   Blood-Stained Tiles Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 1035  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  T Characters:  Donatello, Raphael Warning: Blood Summary: Don sat on the stool, staring down at the floor beneath him, and breathing slowly. He was coming out of his medical headspace, the frame of mind that he had to enter to be able to treat his brothers without completely freaking out. It always took him a moment to do that, after he released the injured brother into the care of the others, and let feeling seep back in.

It was just harder this time, because it was his father. Notes:     ff.net || AO3

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Blood-Stained Tiles

Don sat on the stool, staring down at the floor beneath him, and breathing slowly. He was coming out of his medical headspace, the frame of mind that he had to enter to be able to treat his brothers without completely freaking out. It always took him a moment to do that, after he released the injured brother into the care of the others, and let feeling seep back in.

It was just harder this time, because it was his father.

Don had more experience than he wanted working on mutant turtles. From basic sprains and small stitches to minor surgeries, Don had done what he could and had just prayed that there wouldn’t be a time when the damage required more knowledge than he had, or tools than he had access to. But mutant rats? He didn’t have nearly as much experience working on them.

Working on his father.

The attack had been quick and fast, fast enough that it had taken all of them by surprise. That was probably why Mikey hadn’t moved as fast as he should have, and why Master Splinter had jumped in the way. The Foot Ninja—one of Khan’s, not one of Karai’s—had delivered a devastating blow. It would have been bad for Mikey, and he had the benefit of a tougher shell and plastron. Splinter had none of that, and the steal claw that the ninja had launched at him, connected to the end of a chain, had pierced him deeply in the upper chest, and then ripped harshly out of him.

The brothers had gone crazy, Leo and Raph practically destroying the Foot that were all around while Don rushed to Splinter’s side, Mikey holding on to their father in a hysterical kind of shock. It had been a rush from there, as Don snapped into his medical mindset. He had ended up yelling at Mikey, to snap him into being able to help, and then had delivered orders to Raph and Leo, the two of them loading their father up and all of them rushing him home.

Don had worked feverishly, doing the best he could to stop bleeding, to close wounds, and to stitch his father’s body back together, snapping out orders and commands to his family, which they’d responded to without fail. He’d never seen his father hurt this bad in quite this way, and he had been panicking in the back of his mind the whole time. But he’d kept himself firmly in his medical mindset until he had done everything he could for his father and turned him over to his brothers for the clean-up.

And then he’d sat down on this stool, stared at the blood-stained tiles under his feet, and not moved.

A fog had settled over his brain as what just happened, as what he’d had to do, hit him hard. It felt like he was caught in some sort of loop in his mind, and he couldn’t break out of it. That was blood on the ground. His father’s blood. There was so much of it. And he couldn’t just replace it. It wasn’t the same as the blood of him and his brothers. It wasn’t the same as human blood. It wasn’t the same as regular rat blood. It was wholly unique. He just had to hope that the saline that he had given him would be enough to sustain his father until his body could make more blood.

There was just so much.

Don could feel the fog begin to lift as he began to shake. The emotions were starting to hit him now, hard and fast, and he struggled to keep his breathing under control. He couldn’t have even described the swirl of emotions he was feeling if he had wanted to—not that he was sure there were words for all of them—but it felt like he was drowning in them.

Footsteps came into the room, and Don could hear soft conversation, although he wasn’t really paying attention to it. The footsteps moved on, closer to him, and Don heard a couple of soft curses from Raph.

“Shell, we gotta clean up in here,” his brother muttered under his breath, clearly not intending on being heard. Instead, he moved closer to Don, and Don could feel more than see Raph squat down next to him. His brother’s arm slid across his shell, and without a word, Raph drew him closer.

Don shuddered, and without a word, just leaned into his brother and cried.

Raph held him, let him shake and sob and gasp for breath in his strong, protective hold. Don clung, at some point bringing his arms up, holding on to Raph in return. Raph murmured calming words and phrases to him, letting Don get it all out for as long as he needed to.

Finally, when it seemed that Don had calmed, Raph pulled back a little, just enough to look at Don’s face. He stared at him for a moment, apparently satisfied with whatever he found.

“You did good, Donnie,” he said. “Father’s gonna be alright. He’s gotta heal up, but he’ll be fine. You did good, Donnie.”

Don took in another shuddering breath, but nodded. “Thanks, Raph,” he said, his voice rough.

Raph nodded, and then pulled Don to his feet. “Come one, Don. Let’s get you out there on the couch with Mikey and something warm to drink. I’ll take care of this mess.”

Don didn’t feel like objecting, and he let Raph lead him out of their medical area. Raph deposited him on the couch, draping a blanket on him. Mikey immediately cuddled into him, and Don returned it, both brothers needing the comfort. Raph left, and then came back, pressing a warm drink into Don’s hand, and taking a cold one from Mikey. He returned with another warm one for Mikey, and put it into his hands, before he disappeared again.

It was calming, sitting here like this, even soothing in a way. But even as the TV played mindlessly in the background, and Don leaned into the warmth of Mikey, he knew that he would never forget the sight of those blood-stained tiles.